Mrs. Lin was awakened by this movement. When she woke up and saw this situation, she had to fight Wei Zixi to the death.
The guards outside heard the movement and rushed in, restraining Lin Jingxing and Mrs. Lin. Wei Zixi spat at them fiercely, and then said ruthlessly, "Drag them out to me and beat them to death!"
Meng Qiqi heard the voice and wanted to rush to stop it, but Wei Zixi grabbed it in his hand and couldn't move.
Not long after, she heard Mrs. Lin and Lin Jingxing mourning one after another from outside.
Wei Zixi was very happy to hear it in the room, and he excitedly asked Meng Qiqi: "Qiqi, have you heard that anyone who disturbs us will have a good end. It's a pity that you can't see it, otherwise I really want you to see it. How they were tortured to death by me."
His ears were filled with the screams of the three members of the Lin family, and Wei Zixi's mockery.
All of this made the resentment and anger in Meng Eqi's heart stir up layer by layer.
As if flames were colliding with her internal organs, her body was burning with anger.
Su He was left on the side of the road and her whereabouts are still unknown, Ding Chen's life and death are unknown, and now even Manager Lin's family has to be implicated by her...
Meng Eqi only felt that something was about to spurt out of her blood. She was trembling all over, with blue veins on the back of her hands, as if her anger had reached its maximum.
When Wei Zixi found out that Meng Qiqi was wrong after laughing, it seemed that everything was too late.
At that time, Meng Eqi was wearing a red robe soaked by the rain, with scattered black hair and pale face, like a ghost attacking at night.
She gave a stern smile, and there were still blood stains under her eyes: "I can't save them... I can't save them... "
She read it over and over again, and Wei Zixi became more and more afraid: "Qiqi?"
Meng Eqi raised her empty eyes and stared at Wei Zixi, her beautiful face was smiling horribly at this moment.
"Since we can't save them, let's die together? Wei Zixi."
Wei Zixi retreated to the door in horror, and said with a trembling voice, "You, you are crazy... Come on! Come on!"
"Ha, haha—" Meng Qiqi turned her head and laughed in his direction. This sound was more sharp than a sharp laughter, which irritated Wei Zixi's eardrums.
As her laughter continued to sound, the tiles of the bamboo building began to fall off. The entire bamboo building began to shake erratically, as if it were about to collapse.
The dead leaves in the forest were blown to the ground by the strong wind, and there was thunder and lightning.
Wei Zixi was frightened by this posture. He rolled and crawled out of the bamboo building, but was smashed into the top of his head by the falling tile from the top of his head the moment he escaped. He lay on the ground and twitched twice before disappearing. perception.
Seeing this, the enchanting maid who guarded them hurriedly walked to Meng Eqi's house: "Idiot! This is the person the master wants. If she has an accident, you and I don't even want to live!"
As soon as she opened Meng Qiqi's door, a broken teacup flew towards her. Celadon nailed into her eyebrows, the maid widened her eyes, and then slowly fell down without making a sound.
Meng Eqi's slender fingers were holding the remaining broken porcelain, and blood beads came out from her white fingertips and dripped on the ground with her steps.
When the men in black saw it, they drew their knives.
At the foot of Yangming Mountain, Fang Bao and Nie Xin just arrived in the rain with a large group of troops.
As soon as they walked down the mountain, they heard a 'boom' coming from the mountain. I could hear it so clearly from far away, I don't know what happened on the mountain.
Nie Xin sent people to go up the mountain to investigate first, but the spies came to report after a while.
"The bamboo building on the monk's mountain in Biyun Temple collapsed, and there are still six people living inside. It is unclear what the situation is."
Fang Bao immediately got off the horse: "Qiqi is inside, we have to hurry in!"
Nie Xin asked someone to hold him: "I don't know what's going on on the mountain, you are courting death so rashly! It's raining so hard, in case the soil loosens..."
Before he was finished, a figure rushed out first.
Fang Bao looked at his back and wondered, "Who is this guy?"
A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Nie Xin's face: "My old friend from the past, I came here specially to hear that I was going to Beijing."
"Then what are we waiting for! He's already in, we can't be any worse than him!" Fang Bao rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the mountains, where he was whipped under his feet by Nie Xin.
I just heard Nie Xin coldly say, "I don't know how long it will take to walk on my feet, why don't you get on the horse?"
Then he screamed violently and rode away first.
"The surname is Nie! You're not waiting for me!"
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The situation in Beijing is also not optimistic.
Standing in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Sheng Jiayan looked down at King Xiang who was facing off against him under the white jade steps.
The cold wind rolled up his black cloak, and his stern brows were terrifying.
"My fourth brother," King Xiang now has an army to rely on, and his expression is very provocative: "I just want to go in and see how the father is, why are you blocking the door like a god and not letting me see you, is it possible? What secret?"
"Royal father has already fallen asleep, are you harassing like this, are you going to rebel?" Sheng Jiayan's cold voice came along with Ye Feng.
King Xiang sneered: "We made such a big noise, the father must have woken up a long time ago. Now let me as my elder brother go in and confess my guilt, otherwise the father will get up in a while, and he may not know how to punish me."
Sheng Jiayan didn't leave any room for it: "I have passed, whoever breaks into the Hall of Mental Cultivation will be killed as a crime of treason."
"Fourth brother, if you are like this, it will be boring." King Xiang took a step forward: "If I am serious about rebelling today, how can you bear me? I am afraid that before your iron cavalry arrives in the inner palace, you have already become my dead soul? Come on, go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and show it to our Regent."
Mo Chunfeng held the sword tightly and stepped forward: "I see who dares!"
Upon seeing this, King Xiang burst out laughing: "Just such a personal guard who wants to resist my thousands of troops? It's too ridiculous. Oh I know, the fourth brother is waiting for Miss Meng from Yangzhou City. ..." He pondered for a while: "What are you going to do? It doesn't matter, it's two dead people anyway."
"What are you!?" Mo Chunfeng was distracted for a moment.
"I and the others are already dead. I should have gone to the King of Hell to report at this time."
"Impossible!" Mo Chunfeng's hand holding the sword trembled.
"Why is that impossible? The letter sent by my spies, that surnamed Xiang is really stupid. He was deceived by my people with a few words and pushed to the bottom of the cliff, and now it is estimated that he has been fed to the wolf. As for the surnamed Meng. , I'll see how they dealt with it." King Xiang took out a piece of paper from his arms and read: "Blind in both eyes, they have been captured alive - look at them, who don't know how to pity and cherish jade, how rude they are to this king's fourth brother's love! When they bring Miss Meng back, I will make a good apology."
Mo Chunfeng suddenly drew his sword towards each other, his eyes were red and his eyes were splitting: "Today I will kill you to avenge Dingchen!"
King Xiang found an opportunity and winked at his subordinates. They outflanked Mo Chunfeng. Mo Chunfeng slashed several times in a row, and his eyes were red. Seeing that he was about to reach King Xiang, his knees suddenly softened, and one kneeled unsteadily.
He pulled out the silver needle that had been driven into the socket of his leg at some point, and began to lose consciousness in his left leg.
King Xiang couldn't stop laughing: "Courageous and foolhardy, fourth brother, what kind of shrimp soldiers and crab generals do you have under your command, how do you face my teacher of tigers and wolves!?"
He was about to send someone to capture Mo Chunfeng, when a white shadow flashed in front of him, and Mo Chunfeng had disappeared in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, he was already carried by the figure in white and placed beside Sheng Jiayan.
Qin Kun hid behind Sheng Jiayan with an indifferent expression like his master.
King Xiang did not expect that there was such a first-class master by Sheng Jiayan's side, and was a little surprised.
Mo Chunfeng gritted his teeth and sweated on his forehead: "I beg your lord to punish you, but the subordinates didn't pay attention, and the gangster took advantage of it."
Sheng Jiayan ignored him, he stared at King Xiang coldly: "What do you want?"
King Xiang smiled: "I want the position behind the fourth brother, I want the right here, and—I also want you to die."
"Okay," Sheng Jiayan agreed at once, "I'll replace you with Meng Qiqi for these conditions."
When King Xiang seemed to hear something funny, he stooped and laughed for a while before saying: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by Meirenguan, fourth brother, I thought you were invulnerable, but you are still a long way off! Now that we have negotiated, Fourth brother, what are you waiting for, without giving the order for the iron cavalry outside the city to withdraw?"
"Your Highness!" Qin Kun, who has always been happy and angry, couldn't help but hurriedly called out after hearing it.
However, Sheng Jiayan made up his mind, and ordered in a deep voice: "Qin Kun, let them evacuate outside the city, and they cannot enter the capital without orders."
Qin Kun glanced at Sheng Jiayan hesitantly, and when he saw his face was solemn and cold, he disappeared into the night without looking back.
Sheng Jiayan was locked in the Jianzhang Palace.
King Xiang thought that he was already the perfect candidate for the throne, so that night he put on the dragon robe that he had already dispatched to make. Sitting on the dragon chair in the Xuanzheng Hall where ministers usually go to court, he held the handle on the dragon seat and spent the night happily.
In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Sheng Jiayan frowned, leaning on the bed to rest. The tiredness and sleeplessness of the past few days had made him a little unbearable, but he still hadn't slept, catching all the wind that could be heard outside.
Mo Chunfeng punished himself and knelt on the cold and smooth ground all night.
In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the Queen just heard all their conversations into her ears. She had some messy hair on her ears, and the queen approached the emperor who had been dead for many days, and said softly: "Did you hear? If I stumble, Jiangshan will not want it..."
The old emperor was lying on the bed, his skin had gradually withered and shrunken because he had no vital signs, and his eye sockets had long been deeply sunken. There was already a faint and unpleasant smell on his body, and the queen seemed to have not noticed it, and covered him tightly with the quilt.
The stormy night, how many treacherous situations have been experienced, I am afraid only these parties know in their hearts.