Mo Yiqing turned his face and glanced at Qian Jinxuan, and smiled and said, "Sister, don't underestimate that little building... That's the confidant of Changlin Wei."

Qian Jinxuan then calmed down a little, "It's the best as my sister said... Fortunately, the two children went to Qian's mansion a few days ago, otherwise..."

Mo Yiqing suddenly said seriously: "But...if things are really uncontrollable, my sister must be prepared."

“What preparations are made?”

"The small building has very strict defense, and there are thousands of kilograms of gunpowder buried under the building... This was prepared by my husband at that time, just to prevent it from coming soon, and both jade and stones were burned."

Qian Jinxuan's face was solemn. She looked at Mo Yiqing's white and jade-like side face, took a deep breath, and said, "I understand..."

Mo Yiqing's hand tightened, and Qian Jinxuan held it back hard, but the palm of her hand was slightly sweating.

....

The ten-mile long street in front of the royal palace was originally mostly the cars, sedan chairs, and ordinary people, but they basically stopped at the intersection.

It’s not that I can’t get in, but that I can walk in and there is no shop.

But at this time, thousands of people had already filled the streets.

In front of the royal palace, the guards were facing a great enemy and lined up in front of the gate, three layers inside and three layers outside, preventing the people from being controlled and rushing in.

However, the three hundred palace guards are really a drop in the ocean for thousands of people.

Fortunately, the people did not rush in, but just kept gathering, as if waiting for someone.

The tense confrontation between the crowd and the guards caused a stir from time to time.

At this time, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out from the crowd.

In the direction of the Bazi Bridge in the north, a team will come out.

The first one was Chen Zilong, who was wearing a long robe like a "immortal spirit", and beside him and behind him were his followers - students who incited him from the academy.

The emergence of this team made the crowd gathered in front of the royal palace feel as if suddenly injected with souls.

The crowd began to boil.

The sharp-eyed guard recognized the editor-in-chief of the fourth rank and shouted loudly: "Mr. Chen, you are here just right..."

Is it just right?

Chen Zilong ignored it at all, stood in front of the palace, turned around, shouted at the crowd, "...Return to my ancestral temple, welcome the head of the Lu Jianguo back to Beijing!"

This time, the situation became uncontrollable.

The gathering people all turned red, and many of them were like leaders who were inciting back and forth.

The captain of the guard of the palace shouted anxiously: "Mr. Chen, you are treason..."

Chen Zilong suddenly turned around, "The Wu bandits killed the lord and seized my ancestral temple...Who is treasoning?"

At this tense moment, suddenly, someone in the guards raised his gun and fired a "bang" at the crowd.

The crowd suddenly became silent.

"According to the imperial edict to fight against the rebels, blood splattered into Xuanyuan!"

After Chen Zilong shouted angrily and spread his sleeves, people slapped at the wall of people formed by the guards like a boiling tide.

The guards didn't even have time to react, and they were instantly flooded by the crowd.

The gate of the royal palace is like a false appearance.

The crowd poured in like a flood.

....

"Where is the princess?!"

"Where is the concubine of the king?!"

At this time, Chen Zilong's hair was scattered like a trapped and anxious lion, roaring wildly.

The guard who had reported to Qian Jinxuan, Mo Yiqing, and then shot at the crowd, looked around in chaos, "...Little...Little just saw the two princesses coming... It's here..."

Chen Zilong shouted at the surrounding people at the top of his lungs: "Look for... even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find them... Otherwise, you will all die without a burial place!"

The crowd suddenly scattered and poured into every door and window that could enter.

Some people even started to find hoes, shovels, and start digging the ground.

Chen Zilong raised his head panting, his body shook a little, a little older, and exhausted.

....

Song An led hundreds of Lin Wei under his command and ran on a horse.

Forty or fifty miles, it only took half an hour.

When he reached the intersection of Yuxian Street, Song An suddenly stopped his horse and almost caused the cavalry who followed him to hit him head-on.

Song An's face turned pale in an instant.

He saw several smoke columns rising from the direction of the royal palace.

At this moment, Song An yelled almost without thinking, "...Kill!"

kill!

This is a massacre that is not suspense at all.

Although Changlin Wei is not an army, he has weapons in his hands and a war horse under his crotch.

From Yuxian Street to the streets in front of the palace, six or seven miles, on this day, there were mountains of corpses and blood.

Song An is killing people, and he is killing people with his own hands.

When he was killed in front of the palace, Song An was already a bloody man.

When he staggered into the gate of the royal palace, Song An was numb.

Looking at the smoke pillars rising from the inner courtyard, at this time, even if the Heavenly King was ahead, Song An would wave his sword without hesitation.

....

Chen Zilong sat on the ground.

He looked at the sky with empty eyes, and even ignored him. The people who kept coming around him were reporting to him something.

Why?

How could a person disappear in vain?

Is this world really a ghost?

Or maybe God is helping him, helping this rebel minister who has no monarch or father?

A good man will not live long, and it will last for thousands of years... God will do so, not a crime of war!

Chen Zilong supported the ground with his hands and slowly rose up.

He has a sword in his hand and a literati sword, which is fashionable.

Chen Zilong's sword is very sharp.

He sharpened the sword that he had been sharpening all night last night.

Unexpectedly, it was actually for himself, and Chen Zilong smiled bitterly.

And just then, someone rushed to this side, "Sir... Mr. Wozi... found... the princess hiding place!"

Chen Zilong suddenly became energetic.

He raised his head and laughed. Sure enough, the sky has eyes and will not let down loyal ministers!

"Hurry, catch them...you must treat them with courtesy, and don't act rashly!"

Chen Zilong's words began to become organized, and a smile appeared on his face.

As long as the second princess is in hand, you are not afraid of the Wu thief and will not bow your head!

However, this smile only exists in the blink of an eye on Chen Zilong's face.

From the direction of the mansion, a fleeing man staggered and rushed over, "...Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen is not good...Song An led his army back...many of us died... They killed everyone when they see it... they can't stop it!"

Chen Zilong's face was solemn. He repeated his order again, "Catch the second princess... you must treat it with courtesy, and you must not act rashly!"

The people around him were ordered and gradually left him, and Chen Zilong stood up in a hunch.

It can still be saved, and there is still a place to try.

....

The backyard is not gray and not big.

It covers less than half acre of land and has two floors above and below.

Almost similar to ordinary houses in the city.

But if you really treat it as an inconspicuous house, you won’t know how to die.

This building has an even more inconspicuous name - Xiaohuilou.

Wu Zhengqi.

Just like Wu Zheng's mood, it is dark.

Whether in the past life or the present life, Wu Zheng's heart was gray.
Chapter completed!