Murong Yi

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In the quiet room, curling blue smoke hovered in the air and slowly drifted away.The palace lantern in the corner emits soft light, pouring on the falling curtain.Suddenly, there were a few light coughs from inside, and the little eunuch who was on guard at the side hurried forward and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty?"

"Cough...cough..."

There was another light cough, and then, a weak but still sweet voice sounded: "...Let Xiao Linzi come over."

"Yes!" The little eunuch replied respectfully, turned around and went to the side hall next to him to call Eunuch Lin.In the past few days, Emperor Yan's condition has worsened, so he asked several eunuchs and maids to wait by his side day and night. Xiao Linzi, as the chief eunuch, also temporarily lived in the side hall.

When Xiao Linzi came to the dragon bed, a maid was carefully helping Emperor Yan out of bed.Emperor Yan was dressed in a snow-white underclothes, and his ink-like long hair hung down, making his already pale face even more sickly, which made people feel pity.

Sighing softly in his heart, Xiao Linzi hurried forward a few steps, and helped him sit down on the soft couch beside him with the maid.

"Your Majesty, it's so late, why are you up?" Xiao Linzi took the fox fur from the side, and carefully put it on Emperor Yan.

Emperor Yan smiled lightly, and just about to say something, he coughed lightly again, and finally finished coughing, and the brocade handkerchief in his hand was also stained with blood, which was shocking.

"In the middle of the night, I have so many thoughts, I... can't sleep..."

Emperor Yan looked at the snow-white Jinpa, a look of sadness flashed across his face.

Hearing this, all the people serving in the room were startled, and then they all lowered their heads, not daring to move.

Emperor Yan glanced around, and suddenly got up from the couch, without anyone helping him, he staggered slowly and walked to the bronze mirror in the side room.

In the bronze mirror, illuminated by the candlelight, a pale face, although still unparalleled in beauty, but the thin cheeks and lifeless eyes, all clearly showed the owner's physical condition.

Staring quietly at the face in the bronze mirror, Emperor Yan's eyes flashed with deep weariness...

His thoughts drifted far away, until the noise from outside the house jolted him out of consciousness.

"Xiao Linzi, go out and have a look."

Emperor Yan frowned, the desolation and loneliness that surrounded his body just now disappeared without a trace.Xiao Linzi answered yes, then turned and left the bedroom.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and the night wind blowing in blows the black hair of Emperor Yan.

The tall man walked in slowly step by step, the silver armor and the saber on his waist reflected the cold light in the moonlight.He stopped in front of Emperor Yan without saying a word, with an astonishing momentum.

Emperor Yan raised his head slightly, frowned, and said displeasedly: "General Qin, why don't you kneel when you see me?"

Qin Junchao sneered, and only glanced at him: "I only kneel to the emperor of Yan Kingdom. Even if you have the same face as your majesty, you will not be your majesty."

As soon as this remark came out, all the servants in the palace showed panic expressions. This kind of remark was disrespectful, but it was said by Qin Junchao, the degree of truth in it

Emperor Yan's face darkened, and he shouted coldly: "Presumptuous! Qin Junchao, you are so bold! Someone, take him down!!"

Qin Junchao, however, seemed to have never heard of it, and just took a few steps forward while pressing the sword. At the same time, Emperor Yan saw the scene outside the hall through the wide-open gate, and trembled suddenly.

Where will there be guards coming forward?The entire Pingrong Palace is probably already under the control of the person in front of him!

Nangong Tan, dressed in armor, walked in from the door, followed by well-trained guards, who moved quickly to tie up the servants in the hall.

Seeing Nangong Tan, Ling Qi realized that something was wrong.Murong Yi was able to control the court situation in a short period of time, although it was related to his many years of management in the court, but Ling Qi's Yi Rongcheng's face also accounted for a lot of reasons.Nangong Tan is a staunch royalist faction. Standing here at this moment, he represents not only his censor, but also the power in the court that is loyal to Murong Ni.

Not knowing where the news came from, and now is not the time to think about it, Ling Qi decided to make a last-ditch effort.

"Nangong Tan, you and Qin Junchao led troops into the palace late at night, but do you want to rebel?"

Ling Qi walked to the throne in the middle and sat down, with an elegant posture, although his movements were weak, but the royal spirit was undoubtedly revealed.The voice was calm, with a hint of displeasure.

Nangong Tan signaled the guard who was going forward to take down Ling Qi to stop, took a few steps forward, came to Ling Qi, stared at the face that was the same as Murong Yan and sighed: "It really looks like... If it wasn't for His Majesty's personal letter, I would never have believed it."

Ling Qi frowned, obviously angry, just when Nangong Tan was closest to him, he suddenly jumped up from his seat, a dagger was about to pierce Nangong Tan's body.

At this critical moment, with a whoosh, an afterimage flashed across and shot towards Ling Qi.

Caught off guard, Ling Qi had no choice but to sideways avoid the throwing knife, and thus lost the perfect opportunity to kill Nangong Tan with one blow.

Raising his head, Ling Qi glanced coldly at the man in black who appeared beside Nangong Tan at some point.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, don't struggle any longer." Jingxiu said in a flat tone.A pair of blue eyes shone indescribably in the night light.He took out a few iron cards from his pocket and threw them all on the ground with a clatter.

Ling Qi wanted to say something more, but swallowed his words when he saw the things on the ground clearly.

The nameplate of the dark guard under Murong Yi's command is as important as life, and except for death, the nameplate will not appear in the hands of anyone other than himself.

Slowly scanning the surroundings, looking at the densely packed guards in the palace, Ling Qi suddenly realized...he and the prince, just like Monkey King in Tathagata's hands, were under the control of that man from the very beginning.

Xia Sanqi, the moon hangs.

In a hidden corner of the deep garden, a man-made lake ripples under the caress of the night wind.The frost-colored veil hangs down from the water pavilion in the middle of the lake, dancing gently in the wind.

Murong picked up the wine glass and filled it again for the person opposite.

After bringing Murong Yan out of the secret room and seeing Huan Yue in the dungeon, Murong brought Murong Yan here.This secret place was built by someone specially assigned to him after he became an adult. The water pavilion stands in the middle of the lake, but there is no curved bridge connecting it to the shore.Now it is really suitable to put Murong Ni under house arrest who does not know martial arts.

Murong Li leaned against the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, her smooth and shiny black hair was hanging down, her unbuttoned clothes revealed a large expanse of fair and smooth skin, her drooping eyelashes trembled from time to time, reflecting the soft starlight and moonlight.

Murong Yu seemed to be dazed, and he didn't come back to his senses until the wine in his glass had overflowed.

When Murong Ni heard the movement, she withdrew her gaze from the window, and looked at the person opposite: "What did you do to Huan Yue?"

Murong's face turned cold immediately, and he snorted coldly, "Although I, Murong, can't be regarded as a gentleman, I will not deny the promise I made."

After hearing his answer, Murong Yan finally felt relieved.It's not that he doesn't understand Murong Mo, it's just that for some things, he needs to hear a clear answer before he can truly feel at ease.Thinking of this, Murong Yan sighed softly, looked down at the chains on his wrists and feet: "Is it necessary?"

He didn't think it would hurt his dignity, but the weight of the chain was really heavy. After a long time, the blood circulation of his hands and feet was not very good after all.

Murong raised his long eyebrows, took a sip of his wine, the coldness on his face lightened a bit, and his tone softened a bit: "I just want to keep you, Brother Huang, by my side."

"Hehe..." Murong Yan smiled faintly.

"Is it funny?" Murong frowned.

"... A little." Murong Yan nodded, as if remembering something, and smiled to himself for a while, before slowly speaking: "...Xiao Liu, you are always like this."

"Always?"

"Only watch what you want to see, only listen to what you want to hear, only do what you want to do... There is no room for doubt or hesitation....Everything, I want ten points. If I can't get it, I would rather not get one point." Qian Smiling still, his eyes were as gentle as water, "I said a long time ago that your temper is not good... but you didn't listen. Before, I could pamper and protect you, but now... I'm afraid I can't do it anymore... ..."