A ray of moonlight fell into King Jin's eyes and disappeared in an instant. His fingertips gently stroked the palace defense map, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

Mo Liyan's pride and character,

He was not allowed to step on his dignity and beg for anything.

He doesn't need it, nor will he do it.

Whether it is her pity, her sympathy, or her shallowness in the liking of giving.

He doesn't need it.

It’s better to leave at this time to avoid being implicated by it.

Since Ranbai wants to

Then what's wrong with him giving her a beautiful mountain and river with his own hands?

And on the other side,

Ranbai and Xie Jinshu had left the East Gate of Chu Jing. It was possible to see that there were black troops stationed less than 500 meters away. It was Mo Yelei who was already at the city.

This day,

It won't be an ordinary day after all.

Ranbai rode his horse and passed by the long passage, his voice shattering through the night: "The situation of all deployments has not changed at all?"

"Of course not." Xie Jinshu replied, looking sideways at Ran Bai: "Are you surprised?"

The girl princess's expression was clearly extinguished in the night, and she couldn't see it clearly: "There is no surprise. It's just... it went too smoothly."

It was so smooth that Ranbai felt something was wrong.

No one was involved in Changqing's death.

Even Mo Liyan didn't.

This death is just a superficial one. Ranbai cannot leave behind the scenes without leaving behind when doing things, so this backhand is only reserved for Mo Liyan.

But Mo Liyan didn't move at all.

This is what really surprised Ranbai.

It shouldn't be based on Mo Liyan...

How do you say this feeling?

It’s like you have made 100% of the measures and preparations, but you find that your opponent who originally thought was equal to the same level had only ended 50% of it.

This has left the opportunity to unfold the in-depth plan she carefully deployed.

Xie Jinshu chuckled: "Is it better to be successful?"

The white face has no expression: "It is an illusion to only prevent success."

She suspected that she had missed something many times, but there was no mistake in all this.

She asked, "Has He Bi left?"

"I'll go back to South Korea first. Mo Yelei attacked the Imperial City today and lost a military advisor, so he couldn't stop his plan."

"The soldiers come and the generals block the water and the soil." The young man in white looked like a picture, and the scenery was clear and bright.

Ranbai nodded, clenched the reins tightly, rode his horse and whipped it towards South Korea. The red clothes drew sharp arcs in the air again and again, and the black hair flew over the cold and evil eyes, which set off her.

The horse's hooves trampled across the snow, crossed the mountains and rivers of Dachu, gradually distant, and farther away...

In the palace of Yan,

Mo Rongxuan had already put on the armor. Zhu Yan made a gentle and careful move to help him tidy up his clothes. She hugged the man's waist from behind, and gently pressed his soft cheeks against his back. She closed her eyes and couldn't see the expression in her eyes. She just whispered affectionately, and couldn't say the lingering attachment: "Prince..."

Mo Rongxuan was disturbed by this tender and gentle call. He lowered his head, covered his hands on the back of the woman's hand placed on his waist and patted him to comfort him.

It was snowing outside the hall and the cold wind suddenly appeared.

The green lights in the hall illuminate the wall, and the light and shadow are dim.

Zhu Yan slowly stood up and walked to the side, slightly lowered her water-cutting autumn eyes, and held the wine cup with her fingers shining with white light, and poured two glasses of wine gracefully.

There was wine in her eyes.

He held one of the cups in his hand and handed them to Mo Rongxuan in a low voice.

Mo Rongxuan reached out and took it.

Zhu Yan smiled slightly and held another glass of wine. She looked up at the man, with deep affection and reluctance flowing in her eyes, and a slight worry, and a solemn expression: "Prince, Yan'er toast you this glass of wine."

"I wish the prince to return after victory and to live in the country!"

After saying that, she took the lead in drinking the glass of wine, and a beautiful arc was tilted out of her fair neck.

"Yan'er." Mo Rongxuan's heart was filled with a little bit of turmoil. This woman always had such charm, which made him yearn for it. He also poured the wine in his glass into his throat and made a promise: "Don't worry, if big things happen, you will definitely be the most beloved woman in the future!"

Seeing Mo Rongxuan drinking that glass of wine, Zhu Yan quietly listened to Feng Xue's voice and the man's promise, lowered her head, and slowly showed a shy smile on her fair face, and said softly: "Yan'er does not seek wealth and wealth, but only wants to be together with the prince until old age. This is what Yan'er wishes for the rest of her life."

"Prince, promise me." Zhu Yan took a step forward and took the initiative to hold Mo Rongxuan's hand: "You must return safely, Yan'er...wait for the good news from the prince!"

Mo Rongxuan smiled and kissed the beauty's lips with nostalgia: "Okay, I promise you."

He thought,

Such a stunning beauty with such a smart and charming background can only be a pity that she is a humble person, otherwise... she will be able to be enthroned at a high position when he ascends the throne in the future.

But it doesn’t matter. No matter what position she is, she is the woman he loves the most!

at this time,

It was even deeper and the coldness was bone-broken.

The entire Chujing City was shrouded in the shadow of darkness, with no light coming from the light, just like drops of ink spreading endlessly, rendering the whole world dark.

In the darkness, a fierce and cruel giant beast seemed to be dormant. It woke up, opened its bloody mouth, and just waited for the arrival of its prey to tear it apart and swallow it.

All conspiracies, tricks, and blood are fermenting in the darkness, silently spreading in every corner.

Palace,

Vermilion door, glazed tiles.

Solemn and magnificent.

Since ancient times, it has caused countless life and death struggles, heroes are buried, and blood is formed into a river.

Ximen.

The soldiers had just finished their rounds and were about to hand over, but they waited around and didn't see anyone coming for a long time, so they could only stand in the snow.

The snow was falling, and the exhaled heat condensed into frost, and the vacant white mist filled the air.

"Really, why is it so late?"

"What did they do?"

“How long will it take.”

Dissatisfied complaints rang one after another, and the heavy and cold sound of rows of soldiers' boots trampling on the ground in the distance.

"Here's here!"

“Train hand over.”

"I'm telling you how you go back today-"

Before he could finish his words, blood blew out with a "sniff" sound. The soldier who was still alive and dissatisfied and complaining was now unable to fall to the ground, a bloodline was pulled out of his neck, and his face seemed to be a little confused, and he had never expected his death at all.

This scene made other soldiers who were about to hand over the shift realize something was wrong, and their expressions became shocked and shocked and incredible.

Mo Rongxuan led the army, wearing armor and military uniform, and his expression showed a solemn and vicious look in the night. He raised his sword and ordered: "Kill!"

Blood splattered and corpses were all over the ground.

The silence of the entire imperial city was completely broken from this moment!

King Yan,

Rebelled!

And at the same time,
Chapter completed!