The concubine is often fierce, the prince is too difficult to deal with

Chapter 300: Prince Rongjing 1
At that time, everyone in Luoyang will be buried for me and my Yaoer!
Hahaha, buried with you, hahahaha! "

That sharp and shrill voice seemed to be able to penetrate Jiuxiao and fall into the ears of everyone present.

Everyone raised their heads in horror, and as expected, they could see thick green black smoke spreading towards the entire sky of Luoyang like a devil from the palace...

Prince Min's words were like a curse, falling on everyone's hearts.

Those common people and guards who rebelled, how could they care about anything else?
The soldiers threw the weapons in their hands and ran outside like crazy.

As long as you escape from Luoyang City before the poisonous gas spreads, it shouldn't matter, right?

Those common people ran back home as if they were crazy.

What they didn't know was that when Prince Min was preparing for all this, several gates had already been sealed by him.

One, it was to prevent those people from Rongjing from using the Tiger Talisman to spoil his event.

The second is to massacre the city when the current situation arises.

The reason why Baling and others did not arrive at Dali Temple in time was partly because of the attack by Xiyuan's troops, and partly because he sealed all the gates.

After a loud bang, Dali Temple completely collapsed in a burst of black smoke.

Prince Min's voice completely disappeared, along with his emperor's sweet dream, disappeared together with the ruins.

This "treason/country" farce died down like this.

Although Prince Min had died, the mess he left behind was enough to cause headaches for everyone.

The poisonous gas released by the fire is different from the general poisoning in water and food.

As long as it is a breathing creature, there is a possibility of poisoning.

King Jin frowned and looked at the mess beyond the palace, and when he turned his head to look for Rongjing, he found that he was squatting beside Qin Muge.

"Jing, Jing?"

Amidst the noise, King Jin called out to Rong Jing loudly.

Unexpectedly, Rongjing didn't respond at all.

King Jin still had to guard the emperor and queen, and he didn't dare to leave easily when he saw the screaming and crying crowd around him because of the stampede.

Seeing the poisonous gas gradually spread towards this side, the emperor who was originally lying on the couch also began to breathe rapidly.

Because he had taken too much Wudusan, he was extremely sensitive to this poisonous gas.

He began to pant sharply.

His face, which looked a little normal at first, suddenly turned livid.

"Father?" King Jin looked anxiously at the emperor on the sick bed, his eyebrows frowned.

They must get out of here immediately.

It was at this time that there was a rush of horseshoes from Suzaku Avenue.

King Jin raised his head and looked over there, only to see Han Youran and Han Qingyan rushing over quickly.

"This way!"

King Jin quickly waved at them.

Among the crowd, Han Qingyan also saw King Jin standing out from the crowd at a glance.

"Brother Youran, they are over there!"

The crisp voice drew Han Youran's attention.

The two got off their horses, carrying herbal bags, and squeezed desperately towards the opposite direction of the crowd.

But when Han Qingyan was about to run in front of King Jin and found that his body was covered in blood, her pretty face immediately turned pale.

She couldn't even hold the medicine box in her hand, and let it fall to the ground.

With hot eyes, she pushed aside the crowd vigorously, and ran towards King Jin.

"Rong, are you okay?"

There was a bit of trembling in that voice, and the anxiety and worry on his face were not concealed at all.

It is rare for someone to call him by his name directly, King Jin was slightly taken aback.

When I looked up, I saw a scorched and pale pretty face in the black head full of eyes.

Her figure looked so petite and weak in the crowd.

But her expression was more resolute than any of them.

Especially those eyes.

Originally, the shiny black eyes were full of wisdom, but at this moment, they were full of anxiety.

Inside the eyes is undisguised worry and nostalgia.

Nostalgia...?
King Jin was taken aback for a moment, his head seemed unable to react at once.

Seeing that Han Qingyan had already rushed in front of him, King Jin felt his eyes blur.

A soft and warm body rushed into his arms.

This is the unique fragrance that belongs to women.

Gentle, lingering/sentimental.

With this petite body, one can't help but want to hug her tightly and take care of her.

"Rong, it's good that you're fine, you scared me to death."

Han Qingyan's shoulders trembled slightly, and it was obvious that she was crying.

King Jin was a little confused, he slowly pushed the man away from him, "I, I'm fine."

"You're covered in blood, and you still say you're fine!"

Han Qingyan was crying, with arrogance still on her pretty face.

King Jin was taken aback again, "Are you crying?"

Han Qingyan's pretty face flushed, and she turned her back quickly, "Who's crying, me, I just rode too fast just now, and my eyes were blinded by the wind."

After a pause, she seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned her head and said, "Brother Youran is here, let him show you the wound."

King Jin came back to his senses at this time, and said: "I am covered with other people's blood, I am not injured!"

Upon hearing this, Han Qingyan froze for a moment.

She lowered her head and looked King Jin up and down.

Indeed, although his body was covered with blood, he didn't see any wounds at all.

Obviously, other people's blood splashed on him when he was fighting with those soldiers just now.

But at this time, Han Qingyan's original worry was instantly put back.

That pretty face suddenly flushed red, and then filled with anger.

As soon as he raised his arm, he waved his fist towards King Jin's chest.

"You rascal, you're not hurt at all!"

However, before her fist touched King Jin's chest, he grabbed it.

"I never said I was hurt, and I remember that it seemed like you rushed over and hugged me just now.

Speaking of hooligans, I think it should be you! "

King Jin's words were so orderly that Han Qingyan's pretty face turned even redder, almost bleeding.

"To be honest, you seemed to be quite worried about me just now?"

"shut up!"

Han Qingyan blocked her ears violently, and the delicate red color had spread to the base of her neck.

Just when King Jin was about to say something, he heard a heart-piercing cry from behind him.

"Mu Ge..."

King Jin's face darkened, and he turned his head abruptly.

It was Rongjing's voice.

Just when Han Qingyan followed and turned her head, she saw a light blue figure "whooshing" past her eyes like a ghost.

That was Brother Youran.

King Jin's face darkened, and he rushed towards Rongjing quickly.

At this moment, Rong Jing's complexion was pale, and he was kneeling on the ground.

And Qin Muge, who was lying in his arms, seemed to have passed out.

However, her state seemed to be a little off.

Because her whole body began to tremble.

A kind of almost transparent white suddenly appeared on that pretty face...

Looking at her body, as well as the limbs exposed outside the clothes, they also began to gradually show a strange transparent color.

A strange and unpredictable sense of fear suddenly emerged in Rongjing's heart.

do not know why,
When he saw Qin Muge like this, the conversation between the two on the warship a few days ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Brother Jing, what if one day I leave and go to a place you have never been to, a place where you will never see me, what should I do?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I, Rong Jing, have identified you in my life. No matter where you go to the ends of the world, I will follow you to the death."

This sentence still rings in my ears.

But why, seeing Qin Muge's strange state, the fear in his heart began to spread uncontrollably.

"No, no!"

Rong Jing shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the terrible thought in his mind.

It's just that the more he resisted, the stronger that feeling and fear became.

He involuntarily tightened his arms, afraid that if he relaxed a little, Qin Muge would suddenly disappear like this.

"Little Mumu, wake up. You still have our child in your stomach, you can't do this, you can't!"

After the heart-piercing cry, Rong Jing found that he couldn't hold Qin Muge any longer.

Because her body was getting lighter and lighter, and her facial features even began to become more and more blurred.

"No, no!"

The man who had always been as indifferent as water, and as enchanting as a fairy widened his eyes in horror.

He kept shaking his head, looking at Qin Muge's peaceful sleeping face, as if someone was stabbing his heart with a knife.

"scene!"

King Jin looked at Rong Jing's pained expression full of worry, and after a while, he discovered that something strange appeared on Rong Jing's body.

Because of his heart-wrenching pain, the black silk that was blowing up against the wind started to become white every inch.

From the root of the hair, slowly spread, and finally to the ends of the hair.

His hair was full of silver threads, flying all over the sky, but he couldn't help the fear and fear in his heart.

He was afraid of losing Qin Muge.

"Xiao Mu, don't, don't leave me!"

Rong Jing's appearance didn't change, but under this huge blow, his chest hurt, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood...

There was chaos all around, and the world seemed to be plunged into darkness.

Qin Muge was awakened by a heart-piercing cry of pain.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, but found that she was light and light.

She lowered her head, and the scene in front of her instantly woke up her chaotic spirit.

Through the glass-like mist under her feet, she saw a heart-piercing scene with her head completely black and white.

It was still that extremely flirtatious and unparalleled face.

But at this moment, his face was full of despair and helplessness.

He is calling himself in pain, he is calling himself!
Qin Muge snapped back to her senses, and tried hard to return to Rongjing's side, but she found that she couldn't move at all.

"Brother Jing, I'm here, I'm here!"

It's a pity that Rongjing couldn't hear her call at all.

Moreover, he held Qin Muge tightly in his arms, and he couldn't see himself above his head at all!
No, if he is holding Qin Muge, then who is he?

"Qin Muge..."

An ancient and dull voice suddenly came from above.

(End of this chapter)