The short palace slave was born with dark skin, fleshless nose and crooked, and a pair of three white eyes on both sides, looking like a slave and a villain.
Upon hearing Wu Hui's question, he rubbed his hands flatteringly and said with a smile: "Everyone is here, as your orders are in your mind, everything is ready."
"Okay." Wu Hui put the mysterious fire seal in his hand into the jade box, covered the box cover and slowly stood up, and said in a robe: "Then let's go and welcome our eldest prince."
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Remember, don't call me the king again when you see Changqin." After giving a reminder, Wu returned to the hall and walked slowly.
Outside the Palace of Light, the wind whistles.
Changqin, who had a somewhat bleak face, once again brought an army of 100,000 to the familiar palace gate. Whether it was in the palace or in the city, it was a change of things and people compared to when he left a few months ago.
Standing in front of the palace gate, Chang Qin looked at the tall palace gate made of stones and the sides of the palace gate. She opened her eyes wide and held a steel whip in her hands. The mighty and domineering fire man stone statue suddenly felt in her heart.
A little nervous.
As early as when he was still in the Communist Party of China, he received a letter from Zhu Rong to him and a Xuanhuo Order for the dispatch of troops. When he saw Zhu Rong give him the Xuanhuo Order that he never left, Changqin was surprised.
But what was even more shocked was that Zhu Rong told him in his letter to the family that if there was any change in the country, he would not return to the country in time, so that Changqin would hand over the Xuanhuo Order to Xiao Shizhu and ask him to assist Changqin ascend to the position of King of Fire.
This made Changqin puzzled; this Xuanhuo Order has always been a token of the Fire King's military dispatch, so how can he hand it over to him? And even if there is any change in the country, Changqin can take the Xuanhuo Order by himself.
He could still dispatch troops to quell the rebellion. He couldn't understand why his father did such a thing as taking off his pants and farting.
Therefore, he hesitated for a while and still did not hand over the Xuanhuo Order to Xiao Shizhu. Not long after, he received the news of Zhu Rong's death, and Changqin came back with Xuanhuo Order.
"Crown Prince." Just as he was stunned and thinking about something, a palace slave suddenly walked out of the palace gate and greeted him. Changqin looked closely and saw that it was Xiao Dezi, the personal palace slave of his father Zhurong.
But after seeing him for many days, the little Dezi lost weight directly. When he saw his eyes red and his face was full of sadness, Changqin felt a tightness in his heart.
But before he could ask Xiao Dezi what was wrong? Seeing that Xiao Dezi was like a thief, he hurriedly pulled him aside, and left the soldiers guarding the palace gate, and whispered in his ears.
asked: "Why are you back?"
"I passed away, and I was born as the legitimate son and the prince of my country. How could I not return to my country to attend the funeral?" Changqin, who was inexplicably asked in a daze.
"But the king clearly wants you to follow General Xiao, no, King Jiuyou." When Xiao Dezi heard this, he stamped his feet in anger and said in a deep voice: "Crown Prince, how can you disobey the king's last wish?"
Changqin was a little confused and strange when she heard it.
For hundreds of years, this little Dezi has always been his father's personal slave. He has always been smart, capable and dedicated. He is also respectful to Zhurong and Changqin. Why is it so abnormal today that he is so bold that he actually made an obstacle to Changqin entering.
What a disrespectful thing to pay tribute to Zhurong?
Changqin thought, then frowned and looked at Xiao Dezi again; and Xiao Dezi also frowned at this time, looking at him anxiously.
Looking at each other, Xiao Dezi quickly advised with great sincerity: "Crown Prince, this Palace of Light is no longer the same as before, and you cannot go there. Once you enter this palace gate, you will definitely die for a lifetime. Please leave quickly according to the king's last wish.
Go to the King of Jiuyou to make a long-term plan and make the best decision." It is said to be a persuasion, but it is more like a warning.
"What's the reason for not being able to go home?" His warning words were ambiguous and mysterious, which made Changqin even more confused. At the moment, he was a little impatient, so he asked the little one.
Dezi snorted angrily and shouted, "Besides, what danger can I have to go back to my own home to pay tribute to my father?"
His voice suddenly became louder, which attracted the guards in the palace guards not far away to look at him.
"Shh." Xiao Dezi became even more anxious when he heard this. After hurriedly making a booing gesture, he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Prince, don't yell."
As soon as he finished speaking, Changqin saw another ghost coming from the palace gate not far away. Changqin glanced at the ghost, and it was his uncle Wu Hui.
"Crown Prince, you are back." When Wu Hui saw Changqin, he came over with tears in his eyes and shouted in trembling excitement: "Master, my brother, he has passed away."
"My poor brother." He walked to Changqin crying, and suddenly knelt down and cried and wailed: "Since you left, he coughed up blood every night, but if you are fighting outside, he will not
Dare to tell you the truth, and I am afraid that you will be in danger of your life on the battlefield, so I have to endure the torture of the illness, support the increasingly thin body, and wait for you to return in triumph; but I never thought that I could not see you even before I died
Prince, you are alone."
The few words that were so loud that Changqin, who was still kept in the dark, felt endless guilt in his heart; he also cried silently with Wu Hui's wail.
And Xiao Dezi, who was beside him, could only watch anxiously.
Since Zhurong's death, almost all the guards in the city have been replaced by ghosts who support Wu Hui. Even the maids and slaves in the palace, who dare to say more about Wu Hui, or who suspect Wu Hui, will be assassinated.
It's right.
Xiao Dezi clearly remembered that when he went to see Zhurong that night, Zhurong had a bad face but no body and power, and he was not like a dying ghost. Why did he have no chance to leave for less than half an hour? The Fire King was not destined to be
Did you die for no reason?
So Xiao Dezi knew that Wu Hui must have done something that night, but decided to endure humiliation and bear the burden. He looked at Wu Hui calmly and was extremely sad on the surface, but secretly reshuffled Zhurongguo officials and soldiers and various forces. He
He did it just to prevent Changqin from listening to advice and insisted on returning to the country to pay homage to Zhurong, and advised Changqin to leave.
Since the Fire King believed in the Nine Nether King Xiao Shizhu, then Xiao Dezi naturally believed in Xiao Shizhu, and he must be the ghost who could help Changqin. Therefore, this was why he tried his best to persuade Changqin to leave just now.
Even if he dies, Xiao Dezi will try his best to ensure that Changqin leaves here safely.
The ambiguous thing he said just now was because he knew that the guards nearby had already been replaced by Wu Hui's supporters, so he didn't dare to make it too clear, for fear of bringing danger to Changqin immediately.
Unexpectedly, after a moment, the situation was developing more and more than Xiao Dezi's control; Wu Hui suddenly put away his tears, straightened his back, looked around the air, raised his arms and shouted: "Brother, have you seen it? Changqin
Finally, he came back, and he came to see you." There was no guilt on his face, but instead he was full of grief, and he played this grief to the point of being deeply rooted.
After a shout, Wu Ying limped and collapsed on the ground.
The palace gate suddenly became chaotic. In a moment, many palace slaves rushed out of the palace with the imperial physician, hurriedly helped Wu Hui up and carried him to a cool place to treat him.
At this moment, the palace slave who had previously reported to Wu Hui that Changqin had returned to China walked to Changqin and stood in front of him. After saluting slightly, he said, "Don't worry, Prince, General Wu Hui has been too busy recently.
, and he was too sad, so he suddenly fainted; he was just going to take care of himself. Please come with me, and I will take you to the mourning hall to burn incense to the King of Fire."
"It doesn't matter." Changqin was moved after hearing this, nodded and said to the palace slave, "Take me to the mourning hall." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Dezi pulled his sleeves before he could lift his feet.
But when the little Dezi heard the anxious voice, "Prince, you are tired from the journey, so why not go to the army to rest for a day before going to sacrifice."
"Xiao Dezi." Changqin shook her sleeves, broke away from Xiao Dezi, and scolded angrily: "What's your intention to prevent me from entering the palace repeatedly and burn incense and worship my father?"
Xiao Dezi was suddenly pulled by Changqin's hand, and stood unsteadily and fell to the ground; he was stunned by Changqin's scolding. After feeling wronged, he glanced at the confusion and anger on Changqin's face, and had to hold tears.
He said, "Whether, I will not hinder the prince. I will follow you to the palace." After saying that, he stood up, and followed Changqin with his face with a faint anger, heading towards the Guangming Palace.
The soldiers brought back by Changqin were detained by the imperial guards in the palace for the reasons that the forbidden area in the palace and the idle ghosts were not allowed to enter. Only Changqin's twenty personal guards were approved to enter the palace with him.
When I arrived at the mourning hall, I saw that although the mourning hall was covered with white silk, the huge sarcophagus was placed vertically in the middle. On the incense table in front of the sarcophagus, there were also pigs, cattle, sheep and other sacrifice animals. But in addition,
, nothing else.
There were not even the palace slaves guarding the mourning hall. The candlesticks on the incense table had already been extinguished, and the incense burner was empty.
For a dignified prince, such a mourning hall is too poor.
Only then did Changqin feel something was wrong. While becoming more careful, she recalled Xiao Dezi's previous abnormality, which seemed to be hinting at him.
He slowly walked into the mourning hall and stood before the sarcophagus; but he saw that the sarcophagus was also rough in workmanship, as if it was just used for temporary work.
Although Zhu Rong is a human soul, he will never be able to leave a body after he dies in the underworld. The sarcophagus is just wearing Zhu Rong's clothes. However, such a simple coffin is completely incompatible with Zhu Rong's identity.
Beware, a flash of time in Changqin's eyes.
Suddenly, the palace slave who led the way at the door clapped his hands. The sound of stroking his palms echoed leisurely in the quiet mourning hall, looking a little harsh.
"What are you doing?" Changqin, who felt more and more wrong, suddenly turned his head and glared at the palace slave and shouted.
"Send you to see the old Fire King." The palace slave said with a smile; as soon as he finished speaking, countless imperial guards rushed out and surrounded the entire mourning hall.