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In the inner palace of the imperial city, Murong Sheng held his gun and stood there, facing off against the defenders of the inner city.

Fang Jia's army has arrived, and the outer defense of the capital is no problem at all. Murong Sheng led the troops to take down the outer areas of the capital in less than a cup of tea.

It's very strange... There is such a big commotion outside, but it's pitch black in the camp on the outskirts of Beijing.

The people under the third prince's hands did not move at all.

But Murong Sheng couldn't care about these anymore, he squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said to the opposite side: "I don't want to see blood outside the palace gate, you people who are sensible, just get out of the way!"

"is it?"

The other party sneered, "Your Majesty's body of gold cannot tolerate the recklessness of the Seventh Prince!"

Murong Sheng couldn't bear it, "I'm here to save you, Lord Qing, how can you be presumptuous? You are the ones who are the first to bring weapons into the palace, and you have ulterior motives!"

"Then...if I say, Qi Zhao is also here?"

The other party suddenly said this.

Hearing this, Murong Sheng raised his eyes in disbelief, feeling cold all over, "Fart!"

He was so angry that he burst into foul language.

How is it possible...Qi Zhao has not woken up yet, and is clearly lying in his mansion, how could he appear in the palace?

It was related to Qi Zhao, Murong Sheng didn't dare to be careless, turned his head and told Yan Shishi, "Go and ask, what's going on!"

The situation is at a stalemate for the time being.

Murong Sheng's heart was at a loss, this time the pressure to force the palace, the sudden incident, Qi Zhao's illness, he urgently dispatched troops to rescue him, all happened in an instant.

There were obviously no accidents, but...they were all accidents, one by one, until the swords met.

Qi Zhao... how could his husband suddenly wake up from a deep coma and appear in the inner palace?

Murong Sheng closed his eyes, not daring to think about it.

Maybe don't want to, many things will not disappoint people.

What is Qi Zhao thinking?What are you doing?What is the reason for pretending to be sick to lure him out, but now showing up in the inner palace?

Not long after, Yan Shiyi followed and whispered in his ear: "Master, Mr. Qi did leave our palace after we left, and entered the palace city by a small path, accompanied by Imperial Physician Lu, as for the others...that is, after all, Mr. Qi, our man." It’s not easy to ask too much.”

As time passed, everyone knew about the relationship between Qi Zhao and Murong Sheng, but no one dared to stop them, and no one asked too many questions.

The more Murong Sheng listened, the colder his heart became.

He originally thought that the other party deliberately lied to him in this matter, and Qi Zhaoyuan was with him, how could he appear in the palace for no reason?

But now-

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and called out: "Sir!"

Qi Zhao, who was persecuted by everyone with swords and halberds, slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The man was wrapped in fox fur, and the snow-white fox fur was stained with blood, and as time passed, it gradually became darker.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his figure was thin, and he looked weaker and weaker in the wind.

Murong Sheng almost gritted his teeth.

"What do you want to do!"

The one who came out was the second prince's entourage all along. He had been with the second prince for many years, and he was very embarrassed, "His Royal Highness, look, who is this? Do you still dare to move? Retreat! Or—"

The blade turned over, and then it was buckled on Qi Zhao's neck. With a slight movement, a line of blood appeared.

Qi Zhao's brows and eyes were cold, he didn't move, and let him toss.

Murong Sheng collected himself, and let out a long breath, "Back...give me the order, back off!"

The long night is long, and everyone is deadlocked.

"Master! Isn't it a rescuer? You can't go on like this forever, can you?"

The people on Murong Sheng's side were the first to mutter.

"That's right, save me...there can't be such a rescue method, the Lord Long Live is still inside!"

The leader of Fang Jia's army, Fang Shi, is a simple and honest middle-aged man. Hearing this, he knelt down in front of the battle and kowtowed to Murong Sheng, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince, Your Majesty is now in prison, in dire straits, and I am willing to be the vanguard!" , into the inner palace, Qing Jun side, to share the worries for His Majesty!"

Murong Sheng didn't move, his eyes were half-closed, and the cold light in his eyes scattered.

They all know-

These people are clearly pretending to be confused.

Everyone knows... Everyone knows that they are inside, Emperor Qian is inside, and Qi Zhao is also in their hands.

But to them, to the world, it doesn't matter at all.

How should I put it—

If Emperor Qian died in an accident, as followers of Murong Sheng's faction, they could enter the palace in the name of saving him. After the emperor passed away, they would naturally be able to take down the second prince in one fell swoop, proclaim to the world that this person is a traitor and a traitor, and by the way promote Murong Sheng on the throne, then they would be the founding heroes of the country.

People... are always working hard to maximize their own interests, and who is really selfless?

Murong Sheng stared fixedly at Fang Rushi, did not answer, turned his head and waved, "Retreat!"

The army retreated to rest.

The night is long, and it is still a long time before dawn, but every moment seems to be imprinted on people's hearts, one step... another step, round after round.

With a cold face, Murong Sheng turned his back on the crowd by himself, and went to one side to be lost in thought.

Fang Rushi didn't dare to respond, he just looked around hesitantly, waved his hands left and right, and soon pulled him over to gossip.

The importance of Qi Zhao to Murong Sheng can be said to be well known to everyone, and Murong Sheng usually looks at his foolishness and doesn't care about anything, but when it comes to Qi Zhao, he is Ni Lin.

Although there is a lot of fog now, they don't know the facts at all, and they don't dare to speculate on their master's wishes. They can only do this... let it develop.

On the other side, someone was looking at it from afar, fidgeting.

"Really trash!"

Swinging the cup down and placing it on the ground, Murong Jing got up evenly, her eyes were cold and stern, "Isn't it just that he was caught with a well-connected Taifu, even if he was once gracious, so what about the guidance behind him, that is the throne! "

As for Murong Sheng, he simply hated iron for being weak, "It's just as indecisive as when I was a child! Trash!"

Taking down Miyagi in one fell swoop will allow them to deal with the second child as soon as possible, and they will be accused of regicide, but they are actually withdrawing at this time?Get cold feet?Is that kid full of rocks in his mind?

Murong Jing rubbed her forehead evenly, feeling very angry.

"Why... Miscalculation?"

On the city tower, someone slowly climbed up the steps, limping up with a cane on the ground.

The man was thin and thin, as if he would fall down when blown by the wind. He was wearing a black cloak, and his eyebrows and eyes were clouded.

"Wenhan?"

Murong Jingyun was overjoyed, and rushed over in three steps at a time, helping him up.

"How will you be here?"

After walking for such a long time, Wen Han's body could no longer bear it, and after a short stagger, he fell into Murong Jingyun's arms.

He coughed intermittently, "I... have something to tell you... ahem..."