Will I die? Will Brother Mu Cheng come to save me? Jian Yao's eyes are filled with confusion, and the wind and rain are singing outside the window. There is a city in his heart, and the city gates slowly close, Brother Mu Cheng is inside, and he is inside

Outside the door, the thick city gate locked the gaze with nostalgia, touching the edge of the dream, but unable to break the shackles of the door. And where is brother Mu Cheng? Jian Yao can't see his eyes, can't see his heart...

"Huh..." A gust of cold wind blew from the window, shaking the golden curtain in the hall. Jian Yao looked up and saw a black figure jumping through the window.

Before he could scream, his mouth and nose were tightly covered by thick palms. Jian Yao's eyes widened in shock. The black figure froze for a moment when he saw the embarrassment on Jian Yao's body, and then quickly picked up Jian Yao and walked towards him.

He jumped out of the window, and before leaving, he didn't forget to pull a piece of gauze and wrap Jian Yao tightly...

Over there, in the side hall, Wan Qiyan and his son are still discussing the matter of usurping the throne. Wan Qiyan has been coveting the position of leader of the Nanyang Kingdom for many years, but now he hesitates when it is within easy reach.

"Dad, I don't understand what you are afraid of?" Wan Qiqing climbed up from the chair impatiently and walked around the table twice.

"What do you know! Many of the Qiancheng Army in the outer city are the old troops of Yi Huaisha, that stinky girl. As long as she doesn't die, it will be difficult for me to control her. Although Mo Qi is in Dongyin, as soon as the news of the Nanyang rebellion comes out, Jimo will

We must come back, once Mo Qi comes back, even if there are another thousand troops, he will not be his opponent!"

Wan Qiyan folded his hands and patiently analyzed the situation. Wan Qiqing slapped his forehead and leaned down and said softly: "Then Jimo will not be able to return to Nanyang!"

"How to do it?" Wan Qiyan's eyes lit up.

"Dad, isn't there Jian Muchong in Dongyin! Have you forgotten your original agreement? As long as Mo Qi is sent to Xize, how can Jimo come back?" Wan Qiqing raised his neck proudly.

Wan Qiyan took the opportunity to slap him on the back. Wan Qiqing bent down and turned around to see Wan Qiyan staring at his nose and cursing: "Idiot, do you think I can't think of this? But?

Will Jimo listen to Jian Muchong? Even if there is an agreement, it is Nan

Jimo will listen to the agreement between Lord Yang and Jian Mucheng! Besides, that kid’s heart is still there..." At this point, Wan Qiyan suddenly looked straight ahead with his eyes, and Wan Qiqing looked in confusion.

Looking at him, I wonder why this old guy got windy while talking.

"By the way, we falsely accused Jimo of collaborating with that bitch to assassinate the king and try to usurp the throne. In the end, I exposed it and fled to Dongyin. The queen is an accomplice and should be punished for the crime!"

"Wonderful..." Wan Qiqing clapped his hands excitedly after hearing this, "In this way, Jimo will not be able to return to Nanyang in the name of a traitor. We will also transform from rebels to loyal ministers. Once the old prince dies, the regent will take power.

Isn’t Nanyang, which has no heirs, our family’s world?”

Wan Qiyan smiled and stroked his goatee, "Now..."

"Now..." Wan Qiqing smiled and leaned close to Wan Qiyan's face. He raised his hand and extended his index finger under his neck. "It's time to send the old man on his way!" Wan Qiyan also laughed.

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At this moment, a person stumbled in from outside the door, shouting: "Sir... no... no... okay... queen... run... run..."

"What!" Wan Qiyan stood up in excitement, his face suddenly turned green, "What a bunch of trash! Even if they turned over the entire Nanyang City, they'd be captured by me!"

"Respect..."
Chapter completed!