Qin Hui, who is already 80 years old, rarely goes to bed late since his wife went there first, and the later she becomes less and less unable to sleep.

After the autumn became colder, the maid who warmed the bed had come a few times to let him rest. However, tonight Qin Hui was in a mess, as if something was about to happen, and he had no sleepiness at all. He even had the idea of ​​going out for a walk on the street. After calling out a few times, the old servant of the past felt something strange before he came to support him.

The servant who walked to the yard and knelt there and refused to let him go out.

"What are you doing?" The head of the Wu Dynasty has been in charge for decades. His majesty has not decreased due to his aging body. He scolded him and a servant who was kneeling kowtowed nervously, "The body is important, and now it is late at night. What should I do if I get typhoid fever?"

Qin Hui straightened his stiff waist and became even more confused. Qin Mansion was just a street away from the imperial city. When he became confused, he subconsciously looked at the towering city wall.

There was a faint sound of fighting.

He looked at the dark figure who was kneeling down to block the way, and understood what he understood.

Turn around.

Baihou angrily said: "Rebellious!!!"

From the small part of the courtyard, Qin Feng walked out and saw his father's angry look. He knew that he could not hide the matter anymore. He came to the old man and knelt down and kowtowed, "My father probably guessed that something happened in the palace, and His Majesty passed away tonight."

"Wang Zhi tampers with the will and wants to support the new emperor?" Qin Hui suppressed his anger in his chest, looked at his son who was over 60 years old, and pointed his fingers at him with trembling fingers: "So you have joined too, right?"

"Father…"

"I'm asking you, right?"

Qin Xu nodded, "Yes."

Smack

A slap in the face, exerting too much force, Qin Hui stumbled back, "You have been ruined by your father's reputation for your whole life. Do you know that you are trying to kill the whole family!"

Qin Feng, who was kneeling, had red marks on his face, knelt and crawled towards the old man to support him, and his voice was Qi Ran: "Father, although you are a Privy Councillor, you have been idle for so many years and your son is still old, just to find a way out for your descendants."

Qin Qian continued, "My father is just worried about the nine thousand-year-old man in the palace, but has his father ever thought that if Bai Ning had died of old age in the palace, who knows? Perhaps it was because the royal family deliberately promoted it so that outsiders could be afraid of it."

The old man closed his mouth and his mouth was silent.

Then he opened his eyes to the son who had been here, and sighed, "If Bai Ning was incompetent like you said, he would not be able to sit on the title of nine thousand years ago forty years ago... You don't understand him at all..."

"The prince assassinated the king and rebel, and quickly arrest him."

A shrill sound spread in the Prince's East Palace. Jin Hu, the guard of the imperial city, took the lead and began to surround the palace with more than 3,000 people. He was resisted by the guards of the East Palace, and more than 100 people occupied the main position to fight.

Under the torch, Wang Zhi swayed across the palace square with his hands in his arms. His python patterns dotted with gold edges rose and fell. Behind him, there were seven or eight hundred Jinyi Guards. He ignored the guards of the East Palace and the Imperial City Imperial Guards around him and went straight to the East Palace.

After stepping onto the stone steps, there was already surrounded. A young man who looked thin among dozens of guards from the East Palace came over. Feng Bao squeezed away with an angry face when he saw Wang Zhi coming.

"Wang Zhi! You dare to rebel!!" His voice was not powerful enough, but he shouted loudly and pushed it over with a palm.

On the other side, the eunuch who came walked did not respond. He sideways and dodged, reached out to take out an imperial edict from his arms, shook it open, and shouted to the crowd fighting around him: "The imperial edict of the late emperor is here. It is true to capture the prince, and it is also true to enthrone the King of Jin Zhao Gan. If you have any questions, please come forward to check it."

"You are turning black and white, thinking that our family can't see it!" Feng Bao shouted violently, and thrust with both hands. Someone rushed over and was beaten away with a palm. He turned around and shouted, "Take Your Highness the Crown Prince away and go to Wushou Palace!!"

Wang Zhi reacted, but was entangled by the other party and ordered the surrounding monks, Jin Yiwei and the imperial guards who were coming over: "Go and capture the prince quickly, don't let a little trouble alarm Nine Thousand Years."

Nine thousand years old?

Many people were stunned for a moment, and hesitated. After all, over the past few years, this title only exists in other people's chats. When it comes to it, they still think they are listening to stories...

"What are you still standing there? General Jin is going!!"

The figures were mixed in chaos, and when they chased out with hundreds of imperial guards, rain splashed on his head.

………

At the deepest part of Yanfu Palace, a new palace was built, with a simple palace gate, and there was no sound around it.

The lanterns stretched out under the corridor, and some hunched figures walked through the corridor and the house. The flowers blooming in the flowerbed at night were cut off by him, put them in the basket, cut one again, and then filled it. Then he turned around and walked back slowly like a crawling turtle.

"If you pick flowers, pick flowers, you can do something secretly at night."

Some hunched figures walked through the garden house, and there was a sound coming out through the window, "Does the flowers at night be particularly fragrant?"

"So it's senior sister..." The hunchbacked man stopped slowly and replied, the hoarse and old male voice, and then looked at the flower basket in his hand, "The flowers at night are good. Many flowers bloom at night. Only such fresh flowers are suitable for the master's wife. Why did you move here to sit? Isn't there a house in the palace?"

"The palace is too cold... I can't stand the coldness. I thought I had moved outside, but I didn't know if it was a big noise tonight. Is there something wrong outside?"

The hunchbacked old man slowly turned around, looked at the sky, buried his head and walked intently, and said again: "I'll go and see, I'll make trouble here and make my master's wife. None of these people can live... They're really seeking death."

The door creaked and pushed open behind the back where he was walking away. An elderly woman walked out with a cane, looked at the sky with a faint fire, and sighed and walked out.

...

The autumn rain rustled over the stone steps, and the flying steps ran on it.

In the rain, hundreds of imperial guards behind him chased behind him. The guards of Prince Zhao Hou turned around and rushed over and started killing on the long stone steps.

The heads rolled down the steps, and the blood dyed the autumn rain on the ground red.

Then, Boomboo followed him with his footsteps. After watching in panic, Zhao Hou fell down and quickly got up. The burly and ferocious general in his sight came to kill him with a pair of golden hammers.

After stepping off one, Zhao Hou rolled and crawled towards the palace gate there, and his little hands slapped hard, making a thud.

"Uncle, open the door and save Hou'er. Someone wants to kill me."

Bang bang

"Uncle, please open the door quickly, that person is here to kill him!" The rain splashed on his tender face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or rain.

The torch that was chasing from afar slowly covered Zhao Hou who was slapped the gate of Senyan Palace. The general holding the golden hammer smiled grimly.

"Your Highness, let's go, General Mo. There are no living people in this palace, and it's useless to shout."

Zhao Hou, who was so scared that he hurried under the palace gate, continued to slap it unwillingly until Wang Zhi's figure rushed over there and stopped in despair.

"Your Highness, you can make it easy for our family to find." Wang Zhi walked towards him.

"Aren't you afraid of nine thousand years? This is the Wushou Palace. If you dare to be disrespectful to me, my uncle will come out to kill you." The prince, who had already stepped on his legs, shouted loudly.

Among the crowds surrounding, someone burst out laughing and faintly laughed: "It's been decades, and I don't know if there is anyone else... Even if there is an old guy in his seventies or eighties who guards the ice coffin, do you think we will be afraid?"

Wang Zhi spread his hands and raised his sleeves.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled flatteringly, and said to Zhao Yi: "Look, everyone doesn't believe it anymore. You have been shouting for a long time. Does anyone open the door for you? Our family has martial arts. If we let it go today, there are few enemies. Even if the old guy in his seventies or eighties comes out, our family will not be able to deal with it. But, he is the factory after all, and everyone must respect it, right, Your Highness?"

Leave here, don't disturb him at rest."

Just as he took a step, the palace gate suddenly creaked, making everyone think that something was wrong in their ears. When they looked at it again, the palace gate slowly opened.

The old man in a white palace robe walked out with his hands on his back and looked at them with a hunchback. When the autumn rain and the night wind blew, the robe flew up.

The turbid gaze was cold, like looking at a dead person.

"Who said that the Supervisor was the old guy just now..."

Wang Zhi was also stunned for a moment and murmured: "Eunuch Chen."
Chapter completed!