Xuanyuan Mingzhao stretched out his hand and slowly slid it on Sikong Qingying's face. His force was extremely light, with a feeling of affection that Xuanyuan Mingzhao himself did not understand.

However, Yin Ziheng is coming back.

After Yin Ziheng comes back, is this person still not his? Will he still belong to him?

Xuanyuan Mingzhao's eyes, which are like deep pools, have dark ups and downs. Isn't it possible that emperors of all dynasties cannot have both country and beauty?

Is this a fate? Or a curse?

"Brother Six."

After dealing with those people and the Empress Dowager in the secret passage, Xuanyuan Mingfeng went back and changed his clothes to cover up the smell of blood on his body before he came to Ganquan Palace.

He knew that his sixth brother must be beside Sikong Qingying in Ganquan Palace.

Moreover, he was actually very worried about Sikong Qingying.

However, given his current status, his worries cannot be exposed.

"How is she?"

Xuanyuan Mingfeng's eyes were also fixed on the face of the man on the bed.

There was a bit of longing and worry in his eyes.

However, like Xuanyuan Mingzhao, he also does not understand his own feelings.

Two burning eyes...

In her sleep, Sikong Qingying frowned slightly, and her long eyelashes began to shake - she was about to wake up.

Xuanyuan Mingzhao and Xuanyuan Mingfeng both waited with bated breath for him to open his eyes, but in the end, he just muttered, checked his body and fell asleep.

Xuanyuan Mingzhao shook his head silently, stretched out his hand to tuck Sikong Qingying's quilt, then stood up and said to Xuanyuan Mingfeng: "Everything is fine, nothing serious." His voice was very soft and low.

Xuanyuan Mingfeng nodded, with a smile on his face.

At this time, Xuanyuan Mingfeng was not wearing a mask. He was not General Ming, he was himself, Xuanyuan Mingfeng, the seventh prince of Dajing.

"Let's go out and talk."

Xuanyuan Mingzhao pointed outside, and Xuanyuan Mingfeng followed him out.

After the two of them left, Sikong Qingying on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

She thought she could hear something, but these two guys actually went out to talk.

But...the two looks just now...were so hot. Xuanyuan Mingzhao could understand it. Xuanyuan Mingfeng...was she an illusion?

Sikong Qingying stretched out her hand to rub her brows, and then touched her belly. The two children in her belly were really good, and they were many times stronger than the one she aborted before.

I hope they can be born safely.

Now, they are what he cares about most.

……………………

After leaving Ganquan Palace, the two of them went to the Imperial Study Room.

Xuanyuan Mingzhao reached out and took out the letter written to him by the leader of the border rebel army that was under the memorial and put it on the imperial case.

Only then did Xuanyuan Mingfeng remember this matter: "Sixth brother, what are you going to do about this matter?"

Xuanyuan Mingzhao lowered his eyes and looked at the letter: "Whether it is Yin Ziheng or not, I will meet him for a while."

"He only allows you to bring two followers at most... It's still in such a strange place as Jingyin Temple... Sixth Brother, this is too dangerous. If there is a scam... you are ambushed, then the consequences will be really unimaginable. Otherwise

, How about I disguise myself as you and go on your behalf."

Xuanyuan Mingzhao raised his hand to stop Xuanyuan Mingfeng.

Just as Xuanyuan Mingfeng was worried that something would happen to him, he didn't want anything to happen to Xuanyuan Mingfeng.

"No matter what, I have to go find out and see if that person is Yin Ziheng... If it is really Yin Ziheng, why did Yin Ziheng do this?"

"Brother Six..."

"I have made up my mind, Xiaoqi. When the time comes, you should not go. Before I go, I will give you the jade seal. If there is an emergency, you will say that you were too sad and suddenly woke up.

Many people have been replaced by ours, and you have the jade seal with you. I believe that even if you ascend the throne and become emperor, no one will dare to stop you."

These words sounded like last words. Xuanyuan Mingfeng didn't like to hear it, let alone accept the jade seal.

"Brother Six, you know my temperament. I love to play the most. If you tie me to this throne, you might as well kill me directly. Brother Six, you are the only one who is most suitable to be the emperor of Dajing. You

Nothing can happen."

Xuanyuan Mingzhao raised the corners of his mouth, with a faint smile on his face: "You also said that I am the emperor, the destined emperor, how can something happen easily? Besides, I have martial arts, how can I die so easily, even if I suffer

You can escape from an ambush. Jingyin Temple is so close to the imperial capital. I can only take two followers to Jingyin Temple, but I can also guard it with heavy troops outside Jingyin Temple. Don’t worry, things may not be as we imagined.

That bad."

Xuanyuan Mingfeng thought for a moment, then frowned slightly unhappily: "Okay, Sixth Brother, you have thought about it a long time ago, and you deliberately teased me. Is it funny to see how worried I am? Huh, Sixth Brother, something is really going to happen to you.

Now, your throne is mine, your dragon bed is mine, and even Xiaoying belongs to me alone... That's fine too!"

Xuanyuan Mingzhao suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, yes, he also promised to protect Sikong Qingying and her unborn child Wuyou, how could he die so easily?

Therefore, in this secret meeting with the border rebels, he must not lose, he can only win.

With this belief, Xuanyuan Mingzhao started to deploy this matter with high morale.

It only took a blink of an eye. When Xuanyuan Mingzhao was free again, it was basically the day of secret meeting with the other party.

As expected, Xuanyuan Mingzhao asked Xuanyuan Mingfeng to stay in the palace, and he quietly left the palace under the cover of night and went to Jingyin Temple with his two most skilled death guards.

After Xuanyuan Mingzhao left, Xuanyuan Mingfeng began to worry about him.

While worried, he couldn't help but follow Xuanyuan Mingzhao quietly.

Xuanyuan Mingzhao did what he said, and sent heavy troops to guard outside Jingyin Temple.

Those soldiers surrounded Jingyin Temple and did not give up until they were sure that not even a fly could fly in.

However, Xuanyuan Mingzhao entered Jingyin Temple, and Xuanyuan Mingfeng followed him. He wore a silver mask tonight, and in front of others he was still General Ming.

When he was stopped by heavy soldiers, he frowned and shouted coldly: "How dare you, general, I have a gold medal for immunity from death from the emperor, how dare you obstruct me?"

Those soldiers, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally let them go.

The moonlight was like water, flowing down from the dark blue sky. The abbot of Jingyin Temple seemed to know that the guests coming tonight were unusual, and he had already asked the novice monk in the temple to hide in the room.

Only the abbot was waiting for Xuanyuan Mingzhao.

Xuanyuan Mingzhao did not expect that Jingyin Temple, which was named Huguo Temple, could be bribed by the rebels, but... if the leader of the rebels was really Yin Ziheng, this would make sense.

"Where are the others?"

There is a long black sword hanging on Xuanyuan Mingzhao's waist. It is different from the usual soft swords. This sword has a strong smell of blood and a murderous aura, making the originally cold and noble man a little more solemn and solemn.

It makes him look like a general fighting on a bloody battlefield, rather than an emperor.

The abbot of Jingyin Temple clasped his hands together, raised his eyes and glanced at the two dead men behind Xuanyuan Mingzhao, recited a Buddhist chant, and said, "Dear guest, please follow me this way."

Xuanyuan Mingzhao was not afraid and followed directly.

When he stepped into the courtyard, Xuanyuan Mingzhao saw a tall figure standing by the pavilion holding his sleeves, raising his head as if looking at the stars in the night sky.

That figure indeed looked like the person in his memory.

Xuanyuan Mingzhao frowned involuntarily, raised his hand to stop the two dead soldiers, and then stepped forward.

"Yin Ziheng?"

Although Xuanyuan Mingzhao's words were questioning, his tone was affirmative.

The man seemed stunned for a moment, but did not turn around, but said slowly: "Sixth Master, you are really punctual."

Xuanyuan Mingzhao stretched out his hand to hold the long sword hanging at his waist, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With just that sentence, he knew that the other party was indeed the dead Yin Ziheng.

The deceased patron saint of Dajing, General Shenwei, General Yinzi Hengyin.

Yin Ziheng, he is still alive. He is back.

"Why?"

The Yin family has been loyal for generations, so why did Yin Ziheng rebel and start civil strife? Why did Yin Ziheng fake his death to deceive them?

Why did Yin Ziheng come to him for a secret talk now?

These three words brought Xuanyuan Mingzhao countless questions and countless confusions.

"Ha..." Yin Ziheng put down his sleeves and slowly turned around.

Under the moonlight, Xuanyuan Mingzhao saw his face clearly, and a trace of surprise could not help but flash in his eyes.

He still had that handsome face, but there was a scar that stretched from his left eye across the bridge of his nose to his right cheek. The scar was huge and crisscrossed Yin Ziheng's face, making it look very scary.

At this night, if a weak woman or child saw it, they might scream in surprise.

"you……"
To be continued...