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Just as Murong Qin and his entourage were testing artillery fire in the north of the city, a room of the Son of Heaven No. 1 in the inn in the south of the city.

Behind the red sandalwood inlaid with gold seawater dragon pattern screen, a bearded man in an ink-robed black robe and sitting in front of the table is writing something, if you ignore his rough appearance, no one will say that he is a noble boy in brocade, but at this moment his face is cold, his handsome eyebrows are wrinkled, and a pair of dark eyes like a deep pool seem to be filled with a touch of doubt.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in. The

bearded man's voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, but it inexplicably made people feel a sense of oppression.

"Master!" Qingfeng walked in from outside the door, handed

over a secret letter, and said respectfully, "This is a message from Luozhou, it is said to be a letter from Chen Mingde asking for help." A

pair of bony hands took the secret letter, unfolded it, and threw it aside.

Qingfeng was puzzled, "Master, how should we reply?" "

Don't care, let him go to the capital for help." The bearded man's voice was indifferent, but it was a little cold.

"But..."Qing Feng hesitated

, "If the emperor knows that you have turned a blind eye to this matter, I am afraid that he will be dissatisfied with you."

He glanced at Qing Feng with cold eyes, and Qing Feng was suddenly frightened and silent.

"Send this letter to the capital without delay. The man's voice was like ice, and he indifferently handed the folded letter in his hand to Qingfeng.

Qingfeng sighed, took it with both hands, suddenly remembered something, and said a few words in a low voice.

The bearded man raised his eyebrows, and his obviously not outstanding face actually looked like a hint...

His slender fingers tapped twice on the delicate agarwood table, and the knuckles struck the table with a snapping sound.

After a while, just when Qing Feng felt that he would not answer, a faint smile came to his voice, "Sure enough, he is a master who refuses to suffer."

Qingfeng thought so, and immediately nodded like pounding garlic.

A whole 10,000 Yongzhou troops, Qiu Tong was like a bucket in the water, all of them were given to Yuanling, if he was Qiu Tong, he would definitely be so angry that he vomited three liters of blood, and he couldn't get out of bed.

What Qingfeng didn't know was that Qiu Tong in his mouth was indeed as he expected, since he returned to the camp, he had been bedridden for several days because of this incident, and even inviting a famous local doctor in Yongchuan to come was to no avail.

The smile on the big man's lips was like a flash in the pan, and he disappeared in an instant, and even Qing Feng, who had been following him, did not catch a glimpse of it.

It's just....

Is it the strongest type

of troops? What kind of existence is

that? And the powerful weapon that the people of Yuanling said said that they had destroyed tens of thousands of Yongzhou troops in an instant, did it really exist?

Thinking of the secret letter he received some time ago, there was a faint guess in his eyes.

That night, with a fluttering sound, a black shadow shot straight into the sky, heading straight in the direction of the capital.

......

A few days later, the capital, the Imperial Palace.

Murong Zhantian, who had been ill for several months, had miraculously improved a lot in the past two days, although his body had not fully recovered, but he finally got out of the Taiji Palace, which also made the dark clouds that had been hanging over everyone's hearts disperse a little.

In the lavishly decorated imperial study, a copper unicorn incense burner is curling Nana's smoke, and a faint ambergris fills every corner of the room.

On the dragon chair directly above, a man in a bright yellow dragon robe was sitting at the desk correcting the recitals, and his face, which was extremely similar to Murong Qingyang, seemed to be unusually tired, obviously much older than before.

Suddenly, at this time, his eyes were fixed on a fold, and a look of anger flashed in his sharp eyes, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly felt an itch in his throat, and couldn't help coughing, this cough, he couldn't wait to cough out the whole lung.

"Ahem..."

The violent cough made Murong Zhantian's face red, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Gonggong Yin hurriedly took a cup of warm water and handed it over, and said with a worried face

, "Your Majesty, the dragon body is important, or will the old slave help you go back to rest and rest?"

Murong Zhantian took the water and drank it all, and then he felt a lot better.

He waved his hand, shook his head, and said, "It's okay! Just rest for a while

!" With that, he once again set his eyes on the fold, his eyes were like lightning, with a touch of irrepressible thunderous anger, and shouted

, "Go! Summoning the ministers to the Chengde Palace! I want to go to the court!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gonggong Yin hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yes, the old slave will go." With

that, he hurriedly left the imperial study.

Half an hour later, inside the Chengde Palace.

In the midst of the low pressure, a group of ministers stood below in fear, and no one dared to speak out.

Above, there was Murong Zhantian with an angry face, he glanced around the hall with majestic and sharp eyes, and snorted coldly,

"What's the matter?

"The emperor is angry!"

"Calm your anger, how do you let me calm

my anger?" Murong Zhantian snapped and slammed

the fold in his hand on the hall in front of him, and the jade on his head shook with anger, "If it weren't for King Anping's expedited fold, I, the Emperor of Daling, wouldn't know what kind of life the common people lived! The plague in Yongzhou has caused the people of Yuanling to rebel directly

! You are going to fall into injustice! In the long run, where is my Daling country? Where is the imperial power? You say! What is the use of these rice buckets from you?!!?"

"The emperor is angry!" The ministers knelt on the ground, and shouted again.

"Ahem..." Murong Zhantian coughed violently again because of annoyance, and Gonggong Yin, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly stepped forward to stroke his back for him.

At this moment, a figure stood up from below

, "Your Majesty, it's important for you to take care of the dragon's body, but don't get excited, according to the minister, there is another way to solve this matter."

Murong Zhantian finally stopped coughing, he calmed down, and looked at the man with deep eyes

, "Chen Aiqing, do you have any solution, but it doesn't matter!"

Chen Guogong bowed and said, "Emperor Qi, according to the book of King Anping, this turmoil is jointly resolved by the abolished prince and the abolished prince, and after this incident, the people of the two states highly respect them, and the minister thinks that although the emperor decreed the deposition of the prince, the family of the abolished prince is also from my royal family in Daling.

If the abolished prince is re-crowned as the vassal king, and the fiefs of Yongzhou and Luozhou are given, first, the two states are already in turmoil, if there is a vassal king to guard one side, maybe there will be a change, and second, the people of the two states will also be grateful for the kindness of our emperor. "

The origin of the abolished prince's family is a fact that no one can erase, but now their identities are unknown, and the people don't know.