Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Lu Zhizhi felt like a stick in his throat, his lips trembled, he didn't know what to say.

He hadn't come to talk to his father for a long time, and even because he beat his mother, he was angry with him and ignored it on purpose.

Unexpectedly, his father was already so seriously ill that he curled up in pain.

"Go, go and call the national teacher..." the man said with difficulty.

But before Lu Zhizhi got up, he heard someone approaching and seemed to sneer.

Lu Zhizhi's heart tightened, and when he looked over, his pupils shrank and his eyes suddenly changed.

Exactly the same face, exactly the same body shape, just a noble, a sinister.

Facing those dark and cold eyes, Lu Zhizhi felt endless disgust from the bottom of his heart.

He stood up, clenched his fists, looked at him with deep eyes, and said vigilantly: "Who allowed you to come in?"

The corner of Lu Xingfu's lips parted into a sneer: "Wrong, you should ask, who invited me in."

Lu Xingfu narrowed his eyes, and a young man walked in quickly and whispered something in his ear.

"There's nothing to say, I want to see someone." Lu Zhizhi squeezed out every word.

Lu Xingfu glanced at the shocked emperor on the bed who suddenly stopped breathing, and said, "There are too many questions, let's save it and talk to this old trash."

Although he was smiling, the evil smile didn't reach his eyes, he said coldly: "That woman's crying is too annoying, why don't you take a look at this first."

Lu Xingfu didn't take it seriously, and said: "Yes, then the spirit of your mother's mother in heaven must also be very pleased."

If something happened to him, Lu Xingfu couldn't get the talisman, even if he forged the imperial edict, it would be futile.

Lu Zhizhi's expression froze instantly: "You!"

When he was told that his father was seriously ill, he was very uneasy, so just in case, he simply called some soldiers to station outside the palace gate, and whenever the dark guard saw that the situation was not right, he would send out a signal.

After speaking, he walked over, the gloomy and bloodthirsty eyes made Lu Zhizhi even more disgusted.

Lu Xingfu smiled, it was indeed difficult for him, because the woman had died long ago, and committed suicide by swallowing broken porcelain pieces on the way she was brought.

"Her life is in your hands."

Lu Zhizhi pursed his lips, his eyes darkened: "I won't let you succeed."

He narrowed his eyes: "You want to rebel?"

Lu Zhizhi frowned, and vaguely heard a commotion outside the hall, which seemed to be accompanied by screams and angry reprimands.

However, things had reached this point, and he had no choice but to retreat.

"What do you think?" Lu Xingfu smiled with hatred in his eyes.

Hearing this, Lu Zhizhi was indifferent, only worried about his mother and Le'er, wondering if they were rescued by the hidden guards.

Lu Zhizhi clenched his fists, his heart twisted like a knife, he pursed his lips, and looked at him coldly without fear.

"So now you want to force the palace and kill people?" Lu Zhizhi gritted his teeth.

Lu Zhizhi stared at him, seeing Lu Xingfu's expression became subtle, and when the young man left, he heard him sneer and say, "So you're not that stupid."

Now it really confirmed his premonition.

He glanced coldly at the person waiting not far away, and his eyes signaled that he could bring people up.

Lu Zhizhi subconsciously pursed his lips, his amber eyes were full of hatred and anger, but when he saw Song Le whose hands were tied and his mouth was covered, he was suddenly discouraged.

Empress, she.

It's his only weakness.

Song Le didn't cry, make noise or even make a sound, and was brought up so silently.

Her hands were tightly tied behind her back with a thick rope, and the numbness and slight pain caused by the long-term stagnation of blood did not touch her.