Prince Gong's Mansion.
Murong Qianjue had just changed his clothes, and was planning to go to the Chengnan Medical Center to meet his old friend.
Liu Feng hurried out, looking anxiously, "Master, something happened in the palace!"
"What's the matter?" Murong Qianjue thought to himself, something happened in the palace, what's the matter with Master Guan? Grandpa now wants to go to Yuanyang Pavilion to find a girl and drink flower wine, please make way, don't block Grandpa's chicness. After lying in Yuhua Terrace for almost seven days, his bones were almost falling apart. Not to mention, that girl Ah Jing did have some abilities, which made him sink. After tossing and tossing for six days and nights, it would be a lie to say that he was not tired... At this moment, he had to relax and loosen his bones.
"The entire gate of the palace is blocked, all the guards have changed their shifts, and our eyeliners are all isolated in the palace. What happened, the subordinates don't know, because no one can deliver the news. But from the palace gate From the past, it should be that a palace caught fire and something happened." Liu Feng reported the truth.
"Don't care." Murong Qianjue didn't bother to talk to him, put on his long robe and walked towards the outside of the gate.
Not so bad, it was obviously a summer night, Murong Qianjue couldn't feel the heat, but a cold wind suddenly blew from the back of his back.
He frowned, and couldn't help raising his eyes to glance at the sky.
In the direction of Ninggong, the sky was already burning red.
After a while, it will be dawn, and the clouds are covered by the glow, like a pool of enchanting blood.
Murong Qianjue's eyes turned cold suddenly, he hurriedly turned his head to stare at Liu Feng, and asked, "Which direction is the palace on fire?"
"Southwest direction." Liu Feng replied.
Murong Qianjue kicked over the stone bench in front of him with a "bang", and yelled at him, "To the southwest is Yuhua Terrace, don't you have a brain for doing things?! Why didn't you say it earlier?!"
"Subordinate..." Liu Feng had nothing to say. These days, his mind is full of green hair, so naturally he has no time to think about more things.
"Damn it!" Murong Qianjue cursed in a low voice, and sternly reprimanded, "Prepare the horse! Enter the palace!"
"Yes!" Liu Feng panicked and nodded quickly.
Splendid Palace.
Dongfang Jing couldn't walk if she wanted to, and couldn't escape if she wanted to.
But at this time, Rong Pingting was still awake, she firmly grabbed Dongfang Jing's hand, and pressed her hand against the dagger, her eyes were fierce, but her tone was pleading, "Zhongli Wanyun, you Help me... for the past, I can let go of the past! If you don't help, then I will kill you today! If I and the little prince can't survive, I will drag you to hell with me!"
If someone threatened Dongfang Jing in the past, Dongfang Jing must have pierced the opponent's eye with a poisonous needle, but she can't now. It's not because there are no more poisonous needles, nor is it because she is afraid that people outside will find out that she did it, it's just because Rong Pingting is a pregnant woman who just lost her child, and her innate cultivation does not allow her to do this... She has never Not the bully type.
"Aifei! Open the door!"
Emperor Ning's voice came from outside the side hall.
Dongfang Jing frowned involuntarily.
The corner of Rong Pingting's mouth twitched into a sneer, "You don't have time... Zhongli Wanyun..."
Dongfang Jing's eyes were full of pity. The woman still wouldn't believe her baby was dead.
She quickly threw down Rong Pingting's arm, then ran to the door of the side hall in two or three steps, pulled back, locked the door of the side hall from the inside out!