He Lingchuan held up his palm and secretly thought it was interesting. This excuse was not sincere. Apparently Bai Ziqi's sneak attack caught Qing Gong off guard.
It's only a quarter of an hour away.
This was the first time he approached the Qing Palace. It was a complex of buildings halfway up the mountain. It was antique and looked no different from ordinary wealthy manor houses. It just had more towering pagodas and thicker outer walls.
He Lingchuan arrived at the mountainside and was stopped. Horse-repelling stakes had been set up here as roadblocks. Tiangong guards in bright armor and holding halberds struck the mountain road with pestles. All fools knew that no one should approach.
But the front of the roadblock was crowded with people, most of whom were onlookers who didn't know where they were.
Tiangong and Qinggong, these are the most important forces in Lingxu City. Why are they suddenly fighting each other today?
He Lingchuan knew that there must be an informant of unknown origin here.
He even thought that at such a historic moment, Xi Yunhe might be hiding somewhere nearby, spying secretly.
He and his attendants showed their badges, and the Tiangong Guards let them go.
The most important clue was given by the people of Chiyan. Bai Ziqi wanted to give Prince Chiyan three points of thin noodles.
The mountain pavilion in front of the Qing Palace gate has been occupied, and several tents have been erected.
When He Lingchuan arrived, Fu Shanyue happened to walk out with Bai Ziqi. When he saw him, he smiled and said: "He Xiao, come and witness Qing Palace's stubborn resistance!"
He Lingchuan asked curiously: "What is going on now?"
Bai Ziqi pointed his chin forward and said, "The gate of Qing Palace is tightly closed. Our first round of attack has just ended. Their formation is really difficult to break."
Chapter completed!