"No—" Huaying roared angrily, "Zongzheng Fusu! You are crazy! That is the imperial tomb! What you blew up was the tomb of the first emperor! Even if you have ten heads, it is not enough for His Majesty to chop off!"
"Well, this king knows." Dongfang Jing calmly watched the shells explode one after another in the distance, not allowing anyone to approach!
"Quick! Go to put out the fire! The body of the late emperor is still inside, if it is blown up together..." Huaying's expression twisted, her hands held her head, and she tugged at her messy long hair in pain.
"Commander Hua, it's you. You are the one who set the fire tonight, and there are 30,000 imperial guards to testify. As you said, even if you have ten heads, it's not enough for His Majesty to chop off!" Dongfang Jing yawned lazily, As if already very sleepy.
It was only then that Huaying realized what the other party was planning. She quickly picked up the saber on the ground, without even thinking about it, she wiped it on her neck!
bang
Between lightning and flint, an extremely thin silver needle pierced the back of Huaying's hand at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Her right hand lost control instantly, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground.
Dongfang Jing took the handkerchief from Dongmei's sleeve, stepped forward quickly, and before Huaying could react, she pinched her chin with one hand and stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth!
Huaying originally wanted to bite her tongue to kill herself, but Dongfang Jing was not as good as she wanted! Presenting a dead body to Emperor Ning is far less convincing than a living person!
"Tie it up!" Dongfang Jing glanced back at Zi Yan, and ordered coldly, "Tie it up tightly! Watch tight! Don't let her run away! Don't let her commit suicide!"
"Yes." Ziyan nodded, and then waved her long arms, and the two soldiers immediately stepped forward with iron chains, and tied Huaying up!
"Master, shouldn't it be time for us to enter the palace?" Dongmei glanced at the direction of the Pioneer Battalion. The shells were still exploding one after another. The Emperor's Mausoleum was instantly razed to the ground. They were all blown out of a huge hole! There is smoke everywhere, and the specific situation cannot be seen clearly.
"No hurry." Dongfang Jing shook her head, "Your Majesty woke up in shock. First of all, I have to send someone out of the palace to check. It will take more than an hour to go back and forth. It doesn't make any sense for us to go early. Besides, His Royal Highness wants to sing an opera. Let him have a good time first!"
"Then let's now..."
Before Dongmei could finish her sentence, Dongfang Jing said, "Go back to Prince Gong's Mansion first."
Even if Wuyou's injury is not healed, but in order to keep the military power, he must show up tonight!
In order to prevent Wuyou from waking up, she took a slightly heavier dose of medicine, and he was probably still in a coma at the moment. Therefore, she had to go back first and wake up Wuyou.
"Master, my subordinates will escort you back." Zi Yan, who was at the side, suddenly called out.
"No need! You stay in the barracks, just keep an eye on Huaying!" Dongfang Jing became more and more displeased. so? Has this purple smoke always been so sticky
Just two months ago, Wuyou even arranged her in Prince Gong's residence. Did she really not take advantage of the opportunity
The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, Dongfang Jing got on her horse and headed towards the capital together with Dongmei!
Zi Yan turned around, and only a few steps away, she was attracted by the silver needle on the ground. She squatted down, picked up the silver needle, and an image flashed in her mind. Her eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, and she stood up suddenly!
Zhongli Wanyun! That person is not her master, but Zhongli Wanyun!