Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

The death of the ninth prince, Nangong, cast a cloud over the entire inner court.

This heavy load even spread to the court hall. In recent years, Nangong has let the curtain go, but because he has not appeared for a long time, many courtiers have made plans in private. From the fact that the three princes and the five princes can form a group, it can be seen .

The rise of the two princes weakened the power of the emperor to some extent.

Many courtiers thought that the new and old alternation of the imperial court was about to come, but did not expect that the successor to the great prince Nangongping would be the nine prince only 13 years old.

Nangong royal family Ding Ben is not prosperous, coupled with the turbulence in recent years, natural disasters have spread. The death of the ninth prince seems to confirm some illusory words of "luck", which made the whole court feel astonished.

It is nonsense, but in fact, some clues can be found. Even if these scholars used car sedan to go in and out, they were inseparable from contact with the people.

I do not know since when, the entire Wei Kingdom land seems to be shrouded in a mass of death, it feels like back to the last year of the former dynasty, under the suppression and silence brewing some kind of stormy sea power.

Faced with such a non-destructive, depressed feeling, these court pillars didn't even know why the people became like this overnight.

They heard that many victims in the state capital were all over the country, and they were fleeing in large numbers in the direction of the capital. However, it was true to hear what they saw. They did not see the victims in Beijing, and they would not easily believe it.

The capital of Beijing is at the foot of the emperor. There seems to be no change, except that the market seems to be colder than before, and the yelling is not as loud and powerful as before.

Some of these subtle changes can be captured, but the source cannot be found, and some adults are unaware of it.

Simply attribute these incomprehensible and unclear feelings of "缥缈" to the emperor's dragon spirit. Only the new king's throne can bring the world back to life.

Nangong Jingnv didn't know the above. Although Qi Yan didn't confirm it with her own eyes, she was one of the promoters of this matter.

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The death of the ninth prince made the Nangong Jingnu very sad. When she returned to the Palace of the Unknown, she remained behind closed doors and wrote an eulogy for her youngest brother.

Qi Yan went back to the side hall by herself, and invited her responsible doctor: Ding Yi to take advantage of her illness.

Qi Yan knew that Nangong's death was absolutely unusual, which was an absolute intuition.

Right now she was eager to know whether Nangong's death was a court fight or something related to the masked man.

There were only two people left in the hall, Qi Yan went straight in with one shot: "What was the cause of His Highness Nine's death?"

Ding Yan spoke for a long time without speaking, and did not answer Qi Yan's question, but said: "The host population is rampant, let you go to Luobei."

Qi Yan's eyelids jumped, and her heart was disturbed. Ding Yan's answer was based on her speculation, and Nangong's death was indeed related to the masked man.

A chill swept across Qi Yan's body, and the fingers hidden under the wide sleeves curled unconsciously.

The masked person is not an impulsive person. From her behavior of going crazy every now and then, the obsession of the other party's revenge is never under her.

However, the masked man has been patient for many years, and can even suppress the hatred to carefully cultivate himself as a nine-year-old teenager.

Such a person would kill an imperial family member far away without leaving a trace, presumably everything is in place.

And according to Qi Yan: Ningong's exclusive medical officer is not Ding Ye, which means that the mask man has more than a piece of Ding Ye in the inner court.

What really makes Qi Yan panic is that she knows nothing about the deployment of Masked Men. The more I think about it, the more I feel the chill around me, the wind behind my back and the scalp tingling.

The sky of the entire court seemed to be twisted along with it. How many people in the inner court were there before?

They may be serving beside themselves and the Nangong Jingnv, or a certain minister of North Korea and China, or may be a concubine in the harem.

Qi Yan is also puzzled: Now that the Masked Man has this strength, why take the risk of exposing an insignificant nine prince instead of directly killing the culprit: Nangong Rang?

Qi Yan's pair of sun jumped suddenly, his brows froze, a flash of anger and humiliation flashed in his heart.

Even after so many years, I still have a great fear of mask people. The opponent seemed like a shadow of Qi Yan's childhood, knowing that she was only the opponent's **** but still had to cling to her.

Qi Yan originally thought that he and the masked person were using each other, but when he grew up to this point, he still couldn't compete with the masked person.

Ding Yan: "Qi Yan?"

Qi Yan returned to God, still confused.

She needs more time to sort out the intention, purpose, and next move of the masked person, but Ding Wei did not give her enough time.

Qi Yan: "I am only a first-ranking internal minister, and now I am also an official secretary, how can I go to Luobei?"

Ding Yan smiled, his eyes a little deeper: "I don't know, the host just let me bring you this sentence, maybe the opportunity will come soon."

Qi Yan: "I see."

Ding Yan glanced deeply at Qi Yan and asked, "Is your heart the same?"

Qi Yan opened her mouth, feeling her throat a little sloppy, and said, "Never changed."

Ding Wei sighed, "You are still as stubborn as when you were a kid, for so many years ... I am too lazy to persuade, and to this day, persuasion is also futile."

Qi Yan's lips squeezed tightly into a line, silent.

Ding Yan: "It's almost time, I should go back. I will give you a recipe for calming the fire."

Qi Yan: "Ding Yan."

Ding Hui, carrying the medicine box, stopped and turned back: "What's wrong?"

Qi Yan: "Nothing ... you be careful."

Ding Yan smiled indifferently: "You still take care of yourself, what's so important to me, a little medical officer?" He left without saying a word.

Qi Yan also stood up, her amber eyes slightly hollow. She came to the bed with a mechanical step, sat down paralyzed, and looked very bad.

Qi Yan called Ding Yan to ask what he was thinking about the masked man, but he held back at the last moment.

Regardless of whether Ding Yun knew about it, even if he knew that he would "sell" mask people, what would be more passive if he saw it again and again?

Anything to ask, didn't the masked man give him the answer long ago?

At that time, she taught herself: Only when the Wei Kingdom imperial family died, the Wei Kingdom was in chaos and the raging smoke spread, could it be regarded as a revenge against the country.

For a time, Qi Yan also hid this goal in her heart, but later she walked out of the unknown valley and personally traveled to the folk of Wei State. It was found that the people here were not surprised by the prairie people, but their looks, statures, customs, and habits were slightly different, and the people of the Wei Kingdom were not all as abominable as the mask people described.

After marrying the Nangong Jingnv, Qi Yan's mood changed. Although I felt a little sorry for the innocent people on the grassland, she narrowed the scope of revenge to the Wei nationality.

"Isn't it!" Qi Yan sat up in surprise: Does the mask man's goal be the entire Nangong royal family? !!

The masked person knows that the Nangong will not let the DPRK stay in the dark, and wants to kill all the Nangong royals before the new emperor ascends to the throne, so that the Nangong royals will have no one to succeed.

There is no special reason for poisoning Nangong Yu, but whichever one is easier to kill, which one is killed first?

Qi Yan's heart was pounding, and her forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat: if the masked person knew that the person hiding behind the screen and obeyed the government was the Nangong Jingnu ...

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On the other side, a wonderful sight appeared outside the Ganquan Palace.

The five emperor, Nangongda, was kneeling from noon to the evening under the burning sun.

Nangong Jingnv had first let Chen Chuanyu pass the news to 49, and Nangongda ate a closed door.

He tossed the crutch aside regardless of the physical disability, and knelt at the gate of Ganquan Palace and refused to rise.

This scene was watched by many palace people and guards. The news seemed to have wings. It spread across the harem and slipped out of the palace wall and floated to the gates of the senior officials.

After hearing the news, Taiquan House Lu Quan flashed a strange look in his eyes, first sneer and then fell into silence. The ridicule and pleasure in the eyes were gradually replaced by feelings and sorrows, and he sighed heavily and released his old illness and relapse According to the news, the two sons were ordered not to go upstairs on the grounds that they had recently used the disease.

Lu Boyan and Lu Zhongxing were confused, still following his father's will.

After hearing the news, the loyal monarch's Zhong Shu Ling Xing Jingfu locked himself in the study, but did not come out for a long time.

In the Zongzheng Temple's Gongyang Mansion, Gongyang Zhong called his second son Gongyanghuai to the study: "You need to find a way to go to the palace and see His Highness Five."

Gongyanghuai: "But my father ... how can your Highness have time to meet me now? What's the matter with my father, why not wait until tomorrow morning?"

The ram sighed solemnly and leaned on the back of the chair, his face murmured: "God! God! God will perish my ram's house!"

After speaking, she burst into tears, and Ram Yanghuai hurriedly kneeled at the feet of Ram Yangzhong: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Gongyang covered his face with his sleeve, raised his other hand to wipe away the tears, and looked at Gongyang Huai in disappointment: "Don't you understand?"

Yang Yanghuai: "The son is dull, and he also asked his father to make it clear."

Gongyangzhong sighed again: "In the end, he is still young ... I thought that His Royal Highness was absent, and His Highness Five could show their fists. Who knows how to do such self-destructive things."

Gongyanghuai heard the clouds and fog. In his opinion, what His Royal Highness did for his brother is a model of respectful brothers and brothers.

Rams loyally hated iron and steel and rebuked, "I ask you, is the monarch or the father or son heavy?"

Yang Yanghuai: "The emperor is important."

Gongyang Zhong: "Is the feeling of brotherhood, or the loyalty of filial piety?"

Gongyanghuai: "... Because of course, loyalty and ethics are important."

Gongyang Zhong: "His Highness Five is equivalent to forcing the palace! How does His Highness knee down to be with himself? If he agrees, he violates his ancestors' laws, and if he does not agree, the people in the world will feel that he is cruel and ruthless! His highness Kneeling is complete His own brotherhood has pushed His Majesty to the cusp of the wind! What is it called? Infidelity for the minister, filial piety for the son! There is nothing in virtue! It's over ... it's over. "

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