The prelude to the river of blood flowing this night has completely opened its true colors from now on.

The capital was originally dark and the people who were sleeping could hear the sound of iron cavalry passing by on the streets. It was heavy, bloody, and cold, hitting people's hearts.

They looked worried and uneasy. The doors of every family were closed, and no one dared to go out.

In fact, for the people,

All they need is a peaceful, prosperous era and a wise monarch. As for who the monarch sitting in a high position, they don't care the most.

And just like this city of Chu Jing, which is deeply trapped in the turbulent waves and conspiracy in the dark river,

Only the King Jin's mansion, which stood quietly in the night, was always calm and indifferent, as if isolated from the world.

"According to the adults' layout, Mo Rongxuan should enter the palace at this moment, and Mo Liyan also rushed into the capital." Wei Pingsheng's voice was calm and he was calm: "They will definitely fight and fight each other in the palace. No matter who the winner is, it will only benefit and not harm us."

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, holding a snow-white brocade handkerchief slowly wiped the long sword, reflecting a cold and confusion in the night and snow light, setting off his calm and bottomless eyes. Once the light fell into it, it would be destroyed in an instant. The side face lines were cold and sharp, and the temperament was cold and bloody and calm: "Yes."

"Let them prepare." The sword was wiped cleanly by King Jin, spotlessly reflecting the sharpest and most dangerous light, cutting through the night. His voice was clear and nice, like the chilling snow on the mountain, and it contained ruthless coldness.

Wei Pingsheng responded solemnly: "Yes."

King Jin lowered his eyes indifferently and looked at the jade pendant placed on the table, exquisite and clear, as if it was shining with bright moonlight.

It was carved from the jade pendant of Prince Jin's mansion, and it was also the evidence that he sent someone to assassinate Princess Shanyang. Mo Liyan got the jade pendant.

But none of this matters.

The only thing that matters is,

This jade pendant was carved by that man himself, even if... it was to plot against him.

Mo Liyan gently stroked the jade pendant with his fingertips, depicting every detail outline of the jade pendant, and outlining it completely.

Calculate it,

This seems to be the only thing she has left because of him.

In order to kill him,

That's all.

After a while, His Highness Jin took off the jade pendant he had originally wore, and then personally hung the crystal jade pendant placed on the table on his waist. His every move was solemn and solemn, which was an unparalleled treasure.

Then,

He stood up straight, wearing a mysterious armor, set off his young and slender figure, with straight and straight back lines, like bamboos and pine. His attractive handsome face had no emotions, but was pure indifference and calm, which made people look up to him.

As he moved, the jade pendant hanging down from his waist swayed left and right, making a slight sound, and the cold white and faint like moonlight.

"Let's go." King Jin stood in the night, his expression was hidden in the darkness, his eyes were like an abyss, his nose was high and his light color and thin lips were lightly opened, and he was looking down on everything, and he was cold and noble: "Qing, lord, side."

He has been laying out for many years, pulling chess pieces, and has been careful to do everything. Now, Mo Qingcang's body is weak and his temperament is violent, forcing Mo Yelei to be abolished, forcing Mo Rongxuan to be in a high position and still be depressed and unsuccessful, leading his army into the trap to lure him into a rebellion.

Just for this moment.

Justified-

Clear the king's side.

In the palace,

All situations and every detail were exactly as Mo Liyan expected.

The snow was falling, the size of willow catkins, and the snow curtain blurred people's sight, mixed with blood on the ground, nourishing the blood-like plum blossoms.

Blood flowed into a river, and corpses were everywhere.

The past carved beams and painted pillars, and the luxurious and magnificent palaces were completely reduced to purgatory that night, as if they were the masters of demons.

Curses, screams, and fighting.

Everything is mixed together and becomes a symphony of the beauty of death.

"Rebellious son! Rebellious son! I am your father!!" In the bedroom, Mo Qingcang even wore only a thin underwear and was thin. When he heard the figure outside the bedroom, he knew that something was wrong, but he had no choice.

The entire palace has fallen, and the troops in Chujing City are already empty, and now they are even more vulnerable.

Mo Qingcang could only watch Mo Rongxuan lead the army in. His yellow fingers pointed at Mo Rongxuan tremblingly and kept cursing loudly.

Mo Rongxuan didn't care much. He wiped the blood that had splashed on his face expressionlessly because of the murder, and approached step by step, and laughed gently: "My good father, if you don't want to die... I will write the edict of abdication."

"I promise that you will be your Supreme Emperor at that time and live your life." He was laughing, leaning over and squatting on the former tyrant who fell on the ground in a mess, and whispered: "It's almost half a person who is buried in the soil, why do you still occupy this position?"

Mo Qingcang's mouthful of blood spread across his heart, and it was both stuffy and painful. The words he almost squeezed out from his teeth: "Impossible!"

He stressed hoarsely: "I am the emperor! I will always be!!"

The gentle smile on Mo Rongxuan's face gradually disappeared, and turned into gloomy, and he spoke in a stern manner: "I'm old, don't toast--"

He hasn't finished speaking yet,

Suddenly, a soldier outside rushed in panic and said unsteadily: "Not good! Nothing good!"

"If you have anything to say!" Mo Rongxuan scolded.

The soldier's face was pale and stammered: "Wasted, the prince has broken into the palace with hundreds of thousands of troops! Now he has fought with our people, and now he is approaching the bedroom."

Mo Rongxuan's pupils suddenly shrank, his face was not kind, and he cursed softly.

It’s not good when Mo Yelei will come, but it’s tonight!

It is simply a deposed prince who dares to compete for the throne with him?

"Let me take good care of him! If there is any mistake, I will ask you for your life." Mo Rongxuan looked at Mo Qingcang coldly, picked up the sword next to him, and walked out with great strides.

The palace at this time can no longer be called a palace.

There were corpses and blood everywhere, desolate and tragic, and piled up into wounds.

Purgatory on earth,

But that's it.

The winter of this year was particularly cold, and the snow fell heavily, and it never stopped. It was whistling and falling in the north wind, intertwined with the red blood.

There is a bone-broken chill and a fatal murderous intent in the night.

There were fighting everywhere.

After Mo Rongxuan walked out, he saw Mo Yelei under the leadership of the soldiers.

The two brothers met and held each other.

Behind them were tens of thousands of black soldiers standing neatly and orderly with sharp blades in hand, with murderous auras showing their evil spirits.

a long time,

Mo Rongxuan spoke quietly: "I am really anxious to depose the prince."
Chapter completed!