The return of the late emperor

The moon hangs on the treetops, and the cold silver light spreads all over the courtyard, which is even more cold here.

This point is very similar to the original Fengwu Palace, but no one came, and Changsun Qiyi could no longer wait for the person he wanted to wait for.

At this time, a gust of wind blew off the coat that Changsun Qiyi had casually put on when he got up in the middle of the night. He frowned slightly, bowed to pick it up, and the next moment he was about to go back to the bedroom.

In the courtyard, in the shadow of the rockery, a man in black turned out. He saw Changsun Qiyi enter the door, then lowered his voice, and whispered to the courtyard: "Get ready to do it!" Dozens of black shadows appeared.

The dozens of black shadows all held their weapons tightly in their hands, and walked lightly into Changsun Qiyi's bedroom.

The person who gave the order just now did not follow in. He stood alone in the courtyard, waiting for the good news. After all, it is so easy to solve a person silently, and he has always pitied this person. He might be soft-hearted, so it is better not to go in.

But the next moment, the tranquility here was suddenly broken, and there was the crisp sound of weapons clashing in the room, and the muffled sound of swords piercing the flesh from time to time. He sensed that something was wrong outside, and frowned, tightening the blade in his hand, Wanting to go in and check, he turned his head and remembered the instructions above, paused slightly, but the next moment he raised his breath and prepared to leave the courtyard wall.

However, he entered this place so easily, but he could no longer leave easily. A huge net was suddenly thrown down in midair. He couldn't dodge, and was tightly bound in it. Swipe down, the net faintly showed signs of breaking, and was about to get out, but the next moment, another iron prison fell from the sky...

"So you are Jia Yi."

The door opened, Mingyu walked out, closed the folding fan, and lightly pointed to the iron prison, "Ayi, look, the right-hand man next to Ren Ming is actually the number one hidden guard under Zhu Si's subordinates. Do you know if Ren Ming knows?"

At the beginning, Ming Ke wanted to send people to protect Ren Ming, and the secret guard was perfect, and Zhu Ce was Huang Yin, the leader of the secret guard, so it is not surprising that Chang Sui has these multiple identities, but it is not necessary After explaining all this clearly, Changsun Qiyi remained silent.

Chang Sui broke free from the restraints on his body, and the dagger lightly slashed across the iron fence. After the harsh sound, there were only light scratches on the iron fence.

"Ren Ming gave it to you? The cold iron dagger is a good thing, but this iron prison is also made by the old man Zhu Chi, so don't waste your efforts." Mingyu shook the folding fan lightly.

This dagger was given to Chang Qing by Ren Ming. That day Su Yi used it to hurt Ren Ming in the side hall. Later, when Chang Sui bandaged Ren Ming's wound, Ren Ming thought that Chang Qing had betrayed his master, so he took the dagger again. I gave it to the long follower.

It's just that Ren Ming didn't know that Chang Sui's identity was more complicated than Chang Qing's...

Knowing that the iron prison was also made by the old man Zhu Chi, Chang Sui withdrew the dagger, "The two Highnesses should go back to their respective places."

The meaning at the moment is really impolite, the cruelty in Mingyu's eyes flashed past, and she smiled lightly: "Ayi, he is saying that our name is not right, and our words are not going well."

Changsun Qiyi frowned, he really didn't want Mingyu to call him so affectionately, but Mingyu still ignored him after mentioning it a few times, he was tired, so he didn't bother to mention it again, and when it sounded awkward, he would Subconsciously moved a few steps to the distance, "Since you can leave the palace, where is Ren Ming?"

Chang Sui looked at the two people in front of him coldly, one was Emperor Jing's Yuanjun, and the other was Emperor Jing's younger brother, so ambiguous and intimate, it was useless for him to feel sorry for His Highness the eldest grandson.

"I guess, it shouldn't be in the inner palace anymore." As long as he didn't know about Changsun Qiyi's little tricks, Mingyu followed the mountain, and I just followed the mountain, so he moved a few steps along with her.

"No, Taijun is still in the palace." The long follower said sharply, he took a step forward and grabbed the iron fence with both hands, "Mr. Zhu found someone to pretend to be me."

With such a reaction, Ren Ming was really not in the palace, so he probably went to the border, Changsun Qiyi thought.

"It's the protector, the long follower. This king guessed right. Ren Ming is at the border right now, isn't he? As for how Zhu Ce will let him out of the palace, this king is not interested. Thinking of the emperor's brother, this king is also not interested." I don't want to kill you, but I can't let you go easily. Come here." Mingyu closed her fan, beckoned to the experts beside her to come forward, and prepared to take someone to carry her down.

Changsun Qiyi never intervened in matters related to their cooperation, so he turned and went back to the room. There was still a bloody smell in the room, but he didn't care. Copying scriptures everywhere.

Seeing the people approaching him, Chang Sui sneered, thinking that this group of people killed the brother he brought, so he shot like lightning, sporadic rays of light shot out from his sleeves, and the rays of light disappeared from everyone's body, and it was caught in the blink of an eye. Several lives were lost.

Among them, there are many people with flexible stature, who were fortunate enough to dodge in such a situation of being caught off guard, but they didn't dare to step forward carelessly, and just stayed where they were.

"If that's the case, then you just stay here." Mingyu knew that the long follower would not hurt herself, but she couldn't guarantee that he would not kill these people. He is a smooth person, and he is annoyed in his heart, but there is still a warm smile on his face.

Mingyu flicked his sleeves, turned around and left with the crowd, and returned to his resting place in the house.

The commotion outside was so loud, but it didn't affect the eldest grandson Qiyi who was copying the scriptures in the room at all. He thought that if he couldn't bring that person into his dream after thinking about that person for a long time, then he would put all his thoughts to his heart's content. Put it on the paper, wait until one day, and then take it to meet with that person...

And tomorrow is the day when he takes the throne...

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