Lin Jiayun almost fainted and stared at the boy's back.

The snow fell on the body and the temperature was cold. The young man slowly narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were deep.

Your Highness knows that Lin Jiayun is his biological mother, and he must have known that he knows this.

After so many years, Jin Yao has long stopped caring about it. He has already been deceived and the suffering he deserves is the same. There is nothing to care about.

Although he later had the ability to find out the truth, Jin Yao never thought of any sad and bloody joke about recognizing his relatives.

But now...

If you ignore your biological mother, does it seem too cold-blooded?

Jin Yao didn't care what others thought, but that person was the only one...

Jin Yao's long eyelashes covered the dark color. Bo Liang thought about it, made up his mind, and slightly curled up the corners of his thin lips.

Jin Zhongxin held a mouthful of blood, unable to get up or down, staring at the back of the boy leaving in the wind and snow.

Less than a day.

The Jin family was rescued during the exile, causing storms.

The wife of the Jin family, Lin Jiayun, is said to be missing and no one is seen.

"It's outrageous!" When the prince learned about this, he was so angry that he almost overturned the table and gritted his teeth.

His temples twitched, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed a cruel and sinister meaning.

no.

If you continue to investigate this matter, you will definitely know that he wants to save Jin Zhong.

If others knew about this, he would probably have no place to turn over.

Now,

Without Jin Zhong, he had to take action first!

Ning Chengjie gritted his teeth, and his crazy thoughts surged in his mind, and he whispered to the secret guards.

The wind was heard in the capital, and the river was surging.

With the incident with the Jin family, there were even more ups and downs.

The cold winter,

late at night.

The wind is so loud and shrill.

In the palace,

A scream overflowed from his throat, suppressing hoarseness.

The corpses fell down one after another, and the blood stained the white snow red.

Blood splattered on Ning Chengjie's face, but he didn't mind at all.

Following Ning Chengjie were countless private soldiers and secret guards he raised, as well as generals who rebelled with him.

Ning Chengjie's heartbeats faster and faster, and the light in his eyes twisted and hot, and he rushed towards the emperor's bedroom!

There were shrill screams everywhere in the palace, and the world was despair.

Under the high steps outside the bedroom, a black army attacked.

The north wind whistled, and the snow was as grand as a funeral.

And in the bedroom,

But the lights are brightly lit, warm and lazy.

It seems to be divided into two worlds.

Very different.

The emperor was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, dressed neatly, and seemed much older than before. He was skinny, his cheeks were concave, and his eyes were turbid and dull, so he just lay on the dragon bed.

The news that the emperor is seriously ill is not a day or two.

On the side of the dragon bed, a slender and beautiful figure sat there lazily, with just a back showing a noble and attractive temperament.

The quiet and terrible sound in the bedroom, the needle can be heard, without any sound.

All the servants retreated, leaving only a dark guard standing next to him.

The princess was drooping her eyes casually, holding a porcelain white medicine bowl with slender and fair fingers. The dark brown medicine juice was thick in color. She held the spoon in her other hand, which made her skin look more delicate than white porcelain, and her joint lines looked better.

"Father, it's time to take medicine." The fighting sounds outside the bedroom resounded throughout the sky, but did not alarm her at all. The princess's expression was calm and sparse, as if it was just an insignificant farce outside. She slowly stirred the medicine juice, and her low voice was pleasant, but in the emperor's ear, it looked like the devil's bewitchment.

The emperor widened his eyes, and his turbid eyes were almost bigger than Tongling. He stared at the nothingness in front of him, constantly trying to struggle, but in vain.

Ranbai smiled and was so happy that he was enjoying such a picture. His eyes were calm and he had an elegant and indifferent temperament. When he opened his thin lips, he was the command: "Fill it."

The secret guard, who was as strict as a benchmark, reacted, took the medicine bowl from the princess's hand, then looked at the emperor coldly, and took a step forward in the emperor's horrified gaze, and pinched the emperor's chin with a very rough and forced the medicine down.

The brown medicine juice flowed along the emperor's chin, choking and coughing.

Looking like that, how could it look like the inviolable appearance of the former Supreme Master? He was so embarrassed that he seemed like a prisoner.

"Father, be ready." Ranbai looked out the window with his eyes. The deep and cold night seemed to be able to swallow everything. She curled the corners of her lips and chuckled, casually and lazy, without taking all this in her heart: "This is a good show."

The emperor was completely controlled and could not struggle at all.

The opposite of the brightly lit scene in the bedroom is the scene of desperate fighting under the steps outside the bedroom, and it is not an exaggeration to have blood flowing.

Ning Chengjie stood outside the bedroom, his eyes were stained with a little blood, extremely gloomy and cruel, and he paused every word.

"A woman in Ningbai dares to interfere in the government affairs and cause trouble to the government. Where is the old country?!" He sneered, and the long sword in his hand rolled: "Today I will go on the way for heaven and kill this witch!"

Just as Ning Chengjie was staring at the bedroom, he was just about to rush in.

The door of the bedroom that had been closed was suddenly lifted without warning by a strong wind, and it was empty.

The bitter wind came, mixed with the coldness of ice and snow, and overturned dozens of people standing behind Ning Chengjie together!

Painful groans rang one after another.

Even Ning Chengjie was forced to take two steps back, blood was leaking from the corners of his lips, his eyes became more sinister, and the tall figure reflected in his sight.

"Ba, bha, bha."

No more or less.

Just three tones.

The princess's blood dress was extremely noble, standing there with a high profile, and the glory of light and shadow fell on her, forming a sharp and strong contrast with the embarrassment outside the bedroom.

She stood in the light, her eyebrows and eyes were as picturesque as her peach blossom eyes, her thin lips half curled up some evil and playful arcs, and the wind and clouds clapped their hands lightly, with slender and beautiful finger bones, and the sound of high-fighting was neither light nor heavy, which contained a calm sense of rhythm, but it seemed to hit the heart.

Ning Chengjie's mind tightened, and the sword was stuck tightly on the ground before he could barely stand firm and did not fall down. He raised his head and looked at the figure.

It seems to be always high.

But.

Why?!

"The prince really gave me a good show." A chuckle fell, the cold wind raged, the princess's sleeves fluttered, and the wind was shining: "I'm sorry, the prince was troubled."

"You--" Ning Chengjie's eyes were red, and his chest was so angry that it was rising and falling, but when he saw the figure that appeared later, his pupils suddenly shrank.

It's the Emperor.

He was supported by the secret guard step by step and stood at the door of the bedroom. His dragon robe was empty and he lost a lot of weight. He could just see the scene of the prince scheming a rebellion and forcing the palace.

Now,

The emperor's eyes turned dark and he almost fainted.

Although Ning Chengjie has done a lot of ridiculous things over the past few days, he never thought of deposing the prince!

And now,

Ning Chengjie actually wants to rebel!

rebellion!!
Chapter completed!