Murong Chaoren had nowhere to rely on in the air. After being hit by the strong force attached to the white silk, he couldn't help but retreat. When he wanted to catch up again, there was a sudden whooshing sound and countless silk threads wrapped around him, instantly catching him.
Tie them into a big rice dumpling.
How could Murong Chao be such a good person? His inner strength was shaken and all the threads were broken. He looked up and saw half a figure in the hole on the roof. He knew that the person coming was very skilled. It was useless to chase him at this time, so he had to
After giving up, he turned around and stared angrily at the dozens of figures at the palace door.
Li Sirong and others have practiced the Sunflower Book for two years, and Murong Fu opened up the meridians at all costs. It can be said that they have made rapid progress, and their average level has reached the first-class level. One or two may not be able to pose a threat to peerless masters like Wang Chongyang, but how can they?
When ten of them were added together, it was different. For a while, everyone in the palace was in a hurry.
Murong Chao was furious, and was about to go on a killing spree, but at this moment, a figure squeezed in from the door of the palace, and a shrill and sad voice sounded, "Father!"
Everyone stopped and saw Prince Yuan Yi pushing through the crowd and staggering into the palace. His knees weakened and he knelt on the ground crying, "Father, why did you just go like that..."
Although Zhao Gou's body had been beaten to pieces, the dragon robe on the ground and the wide-eyed head all showed his identity.
Huang Shang suddenly jumped in front of Prince Yuan Yi, slapped him on the face, and threw him away. He cursed angrily, "It's all your fault. Do you know that you
What kind of disaster will this bring to the Song Dynasty? Are you worthy of your father, your ancestors, and the people of the world?"
Until now, these people in the palace still don't understand that Prince Yuan Yi has colluded with Murong Fu. Compared with Wang Chongyang's confusion and Lin Chaoying's anger, Huang Shang is more of a hater of iron. This prodigal thing usually
It's just that he doesn't do his job and acts recklessly. Now he actually colludes with outsiders to murder the emperor. Is the throne really so easy to sit on? Does he think he can stabilize the Song Dynasty with his pustule appearance?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Huang Shang raised his hand and slapped it down, as if he was going to slap this prodigal to death.
Seeing this scene, Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang were indifferent, but Murong Chao's complexion changed drastically, and with a sway, he came to Prince Yuan Yi in an instant, raised his hand to block Huang Shang's palm, and shouted sharply, "Old ghost,
Pay attention to your identity, do you want to murder the crown prince?"
Prince Yuan Yi was stunned by Huang Shang's previous slap. He only came back to his senses now. Seeing that Huang Shang actually wanted to kill him, a trace of resentment flashed deep in his eyes, but his face remained calm and expressionless.
With a sad look on his face, he kept mumbling, "Father, father...I'm sorry for you..."
Huang Shang was also dizzy for a moment. After Murong Chao's reminder, he immediately woke up. A trace of fear flashed through his heart. The emperor was already dead. If the prince died again, it would be complete despair.
Murong Chao glanced at Prince Yuan Yi, his expression uncertain. After a while, he seemed to have made some decision. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground, "Your Highness, the Emperor will be buried in heaven. I sincerely ask Your Highness to put the country, the country, the country, and the world first."
The common people are the most important thing, mourn and obey the changes, take care of yourself, shoulder the great responsibilities, and revive the government."
It has to be said that Murong Chao was a man of great power, and in a blink of an eye he forgot about the rebellion and supported the prince instead. Zhao Gou was dead anyway, and the most qualified person to ascend the throne at the moment was the prince. At this time, he knelt down
, it can be said to be worth tens of thousands of gold.
As for the relationship between Murong Fu and Prince Yuan Yi, he didn't care much, because in his eyes, Murong Fu was always a fool. Even if he had any collusion with the prince, it would not be a big deal. He was a high-ranking official in the court.
Senior officer, with the power of following the dragon, can he still be unable to defeat a ruthless Jianghu?
Of course, if he knew that Prince Yuan Yi had become Murong Fu's loyal dog, I don't know if he would have knelt down like this.
At the same time, somewhere in the palace, two figures were galloping quickly. To be precise, one figure was holding the other figure. They were walking and jumping as if they were walking on flat ground. After a few ups and downs, they disappeared into the palace.
Murong Fu could clearly feel the movement of the wind, causing half of his cheeks to ache, while the other half of his cheeks were pressed tightly against a soft place, which could be described as the polar opposites of ice and fire. A faint fragrance came in.
In his nose, he knew that the person holding him was a woman, but the posture was really indecent. He was actually held by a woman under his arm and ran wildly. If he hadn't been unable to move at this time, he would have had to argue.
About half an hour later, Murong Fu was carried by the woman to a mountain, and they landed in front of a hut. The woman pushed the door open and threw Murong Fu onto the bed.
"Hiss..." Murong Fu took a breath, this woman was too ungrateful, "Can't you be gentler?"
"Humph, you troublemaker, it's good if I can rescue you. Why are there so many demands?" The woman's gentle and smart voice sounded, but there was a hint of anger in her tone.
Murong Fu raised his head and glanced, slightly surprised, "Is it you?"
The woman in front of me is dressed in white and has a slim figure. She has an oval face, a long eyebrow, and a skin as thick as gelatin. The most embarrassing thing is that she has an aura of holiness all over her body, as if she is a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world. She is that one
The mysterious Wu Wei.
Wu Wei glanced at him sideways and said nothing. She took a few green leaves from the medicine basket, came to Murong Fu again, tore off his clothes, crushed the green leaves, and dripped the juice onto him.
on the wound.
Wang Chongyang's sword directly pierced his body. Later, because of Lin Chaoying's palm, the long sword made a gash in his back. It was only on the flesh and did not damage the bones or internal organs. Otherwise, he would not have been able to do it.
Living to this day, it can be said that this sword is a blessing in misfortune.
After Wu Wei simply treated the wound, she found gauze to wrap it up for him. During the whole process, she said nothing and her movements could not be described as gentle. He grinned in pain.
"Why are you here?" Murong Fu didn't bother to care about her lack of gentleness and asked curiously.
"I should have appeared here, so I naturally did." Wu Wei replied lightly, with a cold expression on her face, as if Murong Fu was some evil enemy.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes speechlessly, and had no choice but to sit up cross-legged and perform exercises to heal his injuries. But to his surprise, Wu Wei pushed his shoulders, "You'd better not heal your injuries first, and go to a place with me."
"What?" Murong Fu's eyes widened, "Didn't you see that I was hurt so badly? I want to murder my husband!"
Wu Wei's cheeks were slightly red, "Watch your words. If you talk nonsense again, I'll sew your mouth shut."
The situation was stronger than others and he had to lower his head. Murong Fu secretly swallowed his breath and said, "Then you have to tell me where to go and what to do, right?"
Wu Wei's deep eyes suddenly became hazy, and a few bright lights flashed past, like shooting stars, "You'll know when you get there."
Having no choice but to follow Wu Wei out, Murong Fu discovered that the place the two of them were on was a high mountain, and at the foot of the mountain was Lin'an City, which was full of flames and was in chaos.
"This is Phoenix Mountain." Wu Wei explained lightly, "Can you still leave?"
At this time, even if he had to hold on for the sake of face, Murong Fu immediately puffed up his chest and said, "Nonsense, flying won't be a problem."
Wu Wei curled her lips and turned around to walk in the other direction. Murong Fu secretly cursed that he wanted to lose face and had no choice but to endure the pain and chase after her.
The moonlight was dim and the mountain road was rugged. After walking for nearly half an hour, just when Murong Fu couldn't help but want to curse, Wu Wei suddenly stopped in front and said, "We're here."
"Where are you?" Murong Fu asked subconsciously. He looked up and saw a row of stairs not far ahead, followed by exquisite pavilions and pavilions. A large number of craftsmen were still working all night.
When the work started, half of the mountain was brightly lit.
Murong Fu became more and more confused, "What kind of palace is this? Why did you bring me here?"
"Palace?" Wu Wei turned around and glanced at him after hearing this. Her expression was indescribably weird. After a while, she nodded, "It can be considered a palace."
After saying that, he went on his way.
"Hey, you woman, I tell you, my patience has its limit. If you don't tell me where to go, I won't leave!" Murong Fu also lost his temper and simply sat down on the ground and refused to leave.
Wu Wei paused for a moment, then said without looking back, "You only have one chance, I won't cherish it if you are not with me..."
Not to mention, even though Murong Fu had some backbone, he couldn't help but felt like a cat scratching his paws, so he finally followed him, thinking to himself, if you don't show off your ugly appearance in a while, I think I won't take care of you properly.
After walking for another incense stick, this time it was different from the previous mountain roads. They were all on well-maintained stone paths, but they looked a bit dark and remote. Suddenly, their eyes lit up, and their field of vision suddenly became wider.
Suddenly we came to a mountainside.
Many stone pillars, stone steps, stone tablets, and even several stone houses have been repaired in the heart of the mountain, beautifully decorated with carved dragons and paintings, just like an underground palace.
"Hey, where is this place?" Murong Fu couldn't help but ask again. He had some guesses in his mind, but he couldn't figure out that Wu Wei would bring him to this place.
"Why, are you scared?" Wu Wei turned around and glanced at him with a half-smile, the coldness on her face disappeared, and there was a hint of cunning.
"Is this young master afraid?" Murong Fu's voice rose a bit, "Come on, I want to see what kind of dragon pool and tiger's den it is. If you can't explain it clearly in a while, I'll beat you to death!"
The two walked through the underground palace, twisting and turning, and came to the deepest part of the underground. This was a stone chamber with a radius of a hundred feet. The stone chamber was very empty, except for a huge coffin in the center, and some rustling scattered around.
In addition to the stone carvings, there are a few yellow cloth strips with many words written on them like ghostly symbols.
When Murong Fu saw this scene, his heart suddenly went cold. The first thought that came to his mind was, "Isn't this coffin prepared for me?"