The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 708 Secret Plan (1)
Lingju raised her head with difficulty, and stared at the face that caught her eyes, which was as perfect as a work of art, but made her extremely hateful, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

Staring blankly at the blood-colored tear mole under the other's eyes, with the magic power of deceiving people, a crazy smile appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Don't waste your time, I will never... never believe you. "Being deceived by the person you like, the master must have suffered a lot in his heart back then.

Haha ...

Lingju laughed like a maniac, what a retribution.

Mei Jun was so frightened that she quickly took a step back, this crazy woman could still laugh when she was about to die.

Nangong Xintian quietly stared at the woman who kept laughing wildly, with a calm face, threw down a bottle, and said emotionlessly: "This is the last time I will deliver medicine to you. Whether you want to use it or not is up to you, the patriarch." But I don't have time to spend any more with you." Turning around and leaving without the slightest nostalgia.

The iron door of the cell was closed tightly again, and with the faint firelight, Lingju saw the bright red plum blossoms on the bottle.

At this moment, thinking that it was no longer the familiar red figure, but the mole of tears that she hated so much, she reached out to take the bottle and smashed it against the wall.

boom……

The sound of the bottle shattering came from outside the cell.

Nangong Xintian's pace did not change at all, he walked out of the prison step by step.

Not long after Nangong Xintian left, an agile figure quietly approached the cell where Lingju was.

The visitor lay on the outside of the door and watched for a while, as if he was making sure of something, he opened the iron door and quickly entered, picked up some powder that had been scattered on the ground, smelled it, and then left the cell quietly.

In the deepest study room of Prince Sheng's Mansion, Murong Sheng watched the news from the spies, a relieved smile appeared on his deep face, no matter how cunning a fox was, he was about to show his fox tail at last.

At the same time, in the Prince's Mansion, Murong Wushuang lightly flicked the note in his hand, and said with a cold smile: "So it's him, but Murong Sheng is really good at luring wolves into the house." If he took the first step, he might be able to give Murong Sheng a heavy blow. .

"Keep an eye on me. If there is any trouble, report immediately." Murong Wushuang said lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light burst out.

Even without the support of the Ming family at this time, he would still have a way to secure the position of Prince of the Eastern Palace, and Murong Sheng couldn't beat him.

In the middle of the night, the lights were still on in the study room of Meiyuan in Nangong Mansion. Nangong Xintian sat quietly in the chair, as if waiting for someone, with incomparably deep eyes.

A moment later, a man in dark blue clothes with a cold face suddenly pushed the door open, looked around calmly but vigilantly, knelt down respectfully and said, "Mo Zhu has seen the patriarch."

Nangong Xintian raised his eyes slightly: "It's safe here, let's talk."

Mo Zhu took out a letter, an exquisite jade box, and a jade flute from his bosom, and presented them to the man behind the desk with both hands, his expression finally showed a trace of excitement uncontrollably.

Nangong Xintian couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes. When he saw the unique wax seal on the seal, his eyes froze. He opened the letter and looked at it quickly, then used his inner strength to turn the letter into powder, and quickly put the jade box away. Put it away, and said lightly: "Mo Zhu, hurry up and send a message, the plan is ahead of schedule." I actually underestimated Murong Sheng.

Hearing this, Mo Zhu's eyes burst into ecstasy, then turned into indifference, and said lightly: "Master, there seems to be a lot of eyeliner outside the residence recently."

Nangong Xintian said disapprovingly: "We don't need to pay attention to those small characters." Right now there are more important things, and finally the decisive moment has come.

Using sound transmission to enter the secret way: "Rush to this place immediately to pick up someone, and then send a letter over there, asking them to send someone to prepare for the response." He wrote down the address with a pen and handed it to Mo Zhu.

After Mo Zhu glanced at it, he also used his internal force to turn the note into powder, and left the study quickly.

In the study room, only Nangong Xintian was left alone, and he said to himself: "I really didn't expect this day to come so soon."

Put away the jade box and jade flute calmly, and said coldly: "Mei Jun, follow me to the prison." But this time it was quietly, not openly.

Since ancient times, the affairs of the emperors have attracted the attention of the world. Now that the emperors of the two dynasties went to war at the same time, the whole continent was shocked by it, and it even spread to places outside the Sky Continent.

In Dragon City, the people seeing off had already filled up the official road leading to the North City Gate.

If you want to see the demeanor of the God of War in the past, no matter how many years have passed, the former Xiaoyao King and the current His Majesty are the gods in the hearts of the Chinese people.

Outside the Qitian Temple, the civil and military ministers of the court stood in front of the gate of the Qitian Temple to the lowest level of the 99 heavenly ranks according to their grades.

Outside the palace gate, the elite troops of the Gu family were ready to go, but they all jumped off their horses and knelt respectfully. After seeing the people behind them, they knelt one after another to welcome the most noble king in the world.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The heavy footsteps peculiar to the king finally resounded, each step resounded in the hearts of everyone, each step was filled with infinite power, and each step affected the minds of millions of people.

Fan Fengliu was wearing a purple-gold armor, with a calm expression, step by step out of the Qitian Temple, like a god Buddha standing in front of the hall, an invisible breath is affecting the clouds in the sky.

The wind and clouds were surging in the sky, and when the sun shone on his purple-gold armor, a purple light shot up into the sky, reflecting with the tumbling clouds in the sky, like a purple-gold dragon hovering.

"Long Live Long Live Your Majesty!"

"Long live His Majesty, long live, ten thousand, ten thousand!"

Looking at the celestial phenomena from a high altitude, the people of Huaxia knelt down one after another, as if worshiping a god and Buddha, prostrating with great reverence, Your Majesty is their sky.

After Fan Fengliu walked out of the hall, he was followed by two women who were almost walking side by side, only one step away from him. On the left was Empress Bo Yan in a purple-gold nine-tailed phoenix robe.

Boqing is dressed in a silver-white palace attire, with a high bun, a jade mask, and a long sword in her hand. She follows calmly and calmly. The emperor's light does not overwhelm her at all, on the contrary, she is even more eye-catching.

After the three of them walked out of the main hall, there were a group of important officials in Huaxia, King Qing, King Ling, and Lu Haoran, followed by first-rank military generals, followed by a group of civil servants, and finally the core figures of the two ancient families.

On the square outside the palace gate, the three armies stood in battle, and the weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the sun, making people feel chilly.

Fan Fengliu boarded the chariot step by step, followed by Bo Qing, and solemnly knelt on the ground, holding a purple sword in both hands. It was the emperor's sword—the purple sword, and Fan Fengliu was named after his emperor name—— The sword of death.

(End of this chapter)