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Wei Lan hurried over to stand in front of Wei Zhongliang, blocking Wei Zhongliang's way.

"What do you want to do?" Wei Zhongliang looked at Wei Lan warily and stepped back.Originally, he was willing to be alone with An Qingfeng because Wei Lan, who had always been "filial", gave him a sense of security, but now Wei Lan's eyes somehow made him flustered.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and his cry for help did not seem to have spread, and no one came outside the room for a long time.

"What does your lord think of me?" Sensing Wei Zhongliang's vigilance, Wei Lan asked, "Am I not your lord's flesh and blood, am I not someone your lord trusts?" Wei Zhongliang said that he only believed in his own flesh and blood, only in his own blood. They brought them up by themselves.

Wei Zhongliang said that Wei Lan's dedication bears the weight of the future of the Wei family.

"Did your lord lie to me?" So even if it was such a big news as An Qingxuan's death, Wei Zhongliang never sent anyone to tell him, as if he never existed.He had been waiting, but until his heart died, he didn't wait for a word of relief... After finally sending someone to contact him, it was only to ask about the whereabouts of the soldier talisman.

Wei Lan thought, when Wei Zhongliang became emperor, he would be abandoned if he could no longer provide any help, and he still couldn't get anything he wanted.

Wei Zhongliang calmed down, stepped forward, stroked Wei Lan's head, as if Wei Lan in front of him was still a child, and said lovingly, "How could father lie to you? My good boy, the only thing left now is the last One more step, as long as you help father get over this hurdle, then we will be able to reunite as a family and enjoy family happiness..."

Wei Lan lowered her head, obediently accepted her father's caress, and asked, "I've done well all these years, right?"

"Yes, it's thanks to Lan'er that my father can get to where he is today."

"I'm very obedient, right? I didn't expose my lord, and I have always followed the instructions of my lord."

"Oh, I have suffered for you all these years."

"I have always respected great people and tried to be a 'useful person'."

Wei Zhongliang became impatient, he was thinking about An Qingfeng's body, and when Wei Lan would stop talking about these irrelevant words. "Wei Lan raised his head, stared at his red eyes, and said: "I have worked so hard, can you praise me again? "

Wei Zhongliang suppressed his impatience, held Wei Lan's shoulders, and persuaded him gently: "Father will soon become emperor, and it will be easy to release you from prison at that time. Now you just need to—"

Wei Zhongliang was taken aback when he suddenly touched something in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was the hilt of a sword——Wei Lan secretly handed the dagger into his hand. .”

Wei Zhongliang was alert for a moment, and was about to turn around and strike the person behind him with a sword, but the dagger was too short, Wei Zhongliang was too old and not flexible enough to dodge the opponent's long sword, and let the opponent's chest hit him, and the dagger in his hand couldn't fall on the ground.

He glared at An Qingfeng who had "resurrected from the dead", An Qingfeng let go of the long sword, wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb, and said, "I don't have anything in your hands to kill you, old bone, right?" An easy thing? You're so self-righteous."

Wei Zhongliang knelt on the ground weakly, and fell into a pool of blood without leaving a last word.

An Qingfeng walked around Wei Zhongliang to embrace Wei Lan's shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Did Lan'er be persuaded just now?" He could hear Wei Lan's warning to Wei Zhongliang.

"Oh," Wei Lan looked away, "I'm not that stupid."

"Look, it doesn't take much effort to kill him, but this king still puts his heart into performing this scene for you. Shouldn't Lan'er show something?"

"Don't you wait for him to reveal more information? It's too early for you to 'resurrect'." Wei Lan thought that An Qingfeng would need to learn about him through his conversation with Wei Zhongliang—although he only had a few words with Wei Zhongliang, he Just throw An Qingfeng aside.

Can a person trust someone they don't know at all?Wei Lan thinks normal people can't.

There is no doubt that An Qingfeng is not a normal person, but a lunatic.

An Qingfeng pinched Wei Lan's waist and hugged Wei Lan so that Wei Lan could sit on his arms straight.He looked up at Wei Lan and said, "He spoke as if it were true. I'm afraid that if you let him continue, you won't be willing to kill him." This affection was coaxed away, but the image of An Qingfeng on the bed with other people could easily appear in his mind.

"I'm sober enough." Wei Lan said.

He is sober enough that he has long realized that he should not depend on others for his life.

An Qingfeng carried Wei Lan to the outside, pushed open the door, and on the side of the corridor, three servants were dealing with the pool of blood on the ground, and the wooden barrel beside them was filled with blood.Seeing An Qingfeng approaching, the servants got up and bowed down respectfully: "My lord."

An Qingfeng turned a blind eye, walked around them, and headed to the other end of the corridor.

Wei Lan wrapped her arms around An Qingfeng's neck, staring at the blood on the ground, thoughtful.

"That's Wei Zhongliang's entourage." An Qingfeng said suddenly, explaining who the deceased was.

"Where are the people outside the house?" Wei Lan asked.

"Let them wait."

"There will be doubts."

"Then," An Qingfeng put down Wei Lan, "I'll go out for a while."

"Where?"

"The prince is there."

Hearing this, Wei Lan asked: "Please let Lan'er go with you."

"Are you going?" An Qingfeng smiled and asked, "Are you worried about me?"

Wei Lan was silent, but his non-denial was the answer An Qingfeng wanted most. He took Wei Lan, changed direction, and headed for the gate.

There was a sedan chair outside the door, and two rows of accompanying guards stood beside the sedan chair. They stood upright in the midwinter wind, waiting for their master to return—unfortunately, no matter what, they couldn’t wait for the master to show up.

They sent someone to explain that Wei Zhongliang was being entertained and would not leave the mansion for a while, then An Qingfeng got into the carriage under their gaze, left the Prince's mansion, and went to the palace.

"Slavery," An Qingfeng taunted through the car window, and the men standing in front of the palace disappeared into the distance, "Since you are determined to rebel, why should you pretend to be loyal to the royal family? Kill them all and finish it off." In order to achieve peace Because of Feng's trust, Wei Lan had already told everything he knew.

"The imperial power is supreme, and if it is taken by force, countless people will rise up to defend it." Wei Lan replied indifferently.

An Qingfeng looked at Wei Lan and said with a smile: "So, people in this world can't get rid of their slavishness, and they voluntarily become lackeys, running for the glory of others."

Wei Lan was at a loss for words, and after a long time, she looked away.

……

Chen Hu's order was sent to the gate one after another by the sentinel gate. The gate was wide open, and the Pingcheng army rushed into the army quickly and orderly. The iron hooves went away in waves, but Boyin did not cut off An Mingxi's body. Throat—without the hostage An Mingxi, how would he break through the encirclement in front of him?An Mingxi looked at the soldiers and wondered whether their guns were aimed at Boyin or him, but seeing that Chen Hu was willing to give the order to let them go instead of delaying time with his safety in mind, he thought at least Chen Hu was not Wei Zhongliang of the men.

The dog jumped the wall in a hurry, but as time passed, An Mingxi gradually let go of his preparations to meet the King of Hades. He was betting that Boyin, who is usually cold and calm, would spare his life for his own life or the safety of his master. As a hostage, when Boyin leads him around, he will have a chance to get rid of it.He was sure, but when he achieved his goal, the moment he let go, the piercing coldness of the blade made him terrified.

"What are you waiting for!" Boyin yelled at the guards, "Waiting to die? Hurry up and help me!"

The five guards who had been unsure about raising the flag were exposed. They could no longer pretend to be outsiders and watch, so they had to form a circle and raise their swords to protect Boyin and An Mingxi behind them.

Boyin couldn't understand why An Mingxi changed his mind on the spur of the moment and handed over the throne to others. Could it be that he thought that An Mingjing's fate of being escorted to sit on the dragon chair could not be changed and chose to sell favors to An Mingjing?He didn't think that An Mingxi would be so cowardly and stupid... No matter what, he must return to Wei Zhongliang as soon as possible. In the end, I firmly believe that Wei Zhongliang will lead them to turn the tide—now, he wants to leave here.

"Get out of the way." Boyin said in a deep voice, "If I die, he can't live either."

Chen Hu raised his hand, and there was a "boom" sound from the gun barrels. The soldiers put away their guns, leaned against the wall, and lined up neatly in two rows, making way for a way out.Boyin pushed An Mingxi, so that An Mingxi always walked in front of him, and five guards lined up behind them.

Walking down the stone ladder, Bo Yin led An Mingxi to the wall, and the soldiers on the ground stood guard until Chen Hu came down and ordered them to put away their weapons.

Boyin asked for six horses, and An Mingxi thought that when Boyin pushed him on the horse, it was a good time to escape, so Boyin asked someone for a binding rope, obviously to prevent him from resisting and running away.The soldiers looked at each other and did not move. Boyin threatened: "Go quickly, or even if I don't kill him, your fourth prince will inevitably lose arms and legs." As soon as he said this, someone shouted: "I'll get it!"

The army entering the city had already gone far away, Boyin couldn't bear it anymore, and urged loudly: "Hurry up!"

With the hemp rope in hand, Boyin asked his subordinates to tie An Mingxi's hands to prevent An Mingxi from resisting.

Thinking of the method Hua Qianyu had mentioned, An Mingxi interlocked his fingers, stretched out his hands, and asked someone to tie him up, but although there was room between his wrists, the man tied him tightly, and it was difficult for him to break free.

Boyin threw An Mingxi onto the horse, let the horse carry An Mingxi, and sat on the same horse by stepping on the stirrups. When his subordinates were ready, Boyin flattered him and let the horse Mercedes Benz.

Chen Hu watched them ride away on horseback, raised his hand, and called out: "Come here..." Before he could finish his sentence, the others clenched their fists and punched his stomach hard. Staring at him—it’s an unfamiliar face, no, it’s the little man who just jumped up from his horse to receive the imperial edict—is it okay to let such a young man who doesn’t understand the rules go to war?This immature face made Chen Hu's anger stuck in the middle.

"Don't move, I'll go" - Chen Hu looked at Le Yang's mouth shape, he didn't hear the sound, but he seemed to hear it.

Le Yang took off his armor, mounted his horse, and chased An Mingxi.

"Captain Chen, how are you doing now?" Captain Shenji Ma Jian asked.He stayed under the wall all the time, vaguely heard An Mingxi say on the wall that the throne had changed, heard Chen Hu say to open the door, and then faced the scene of An Mingxi being held hostage by guards.

Chen Hu replied: "Follow me." Even though Le Yang just told him to "don't move".

Charades?Don't speak well?The people of the Pingcheng Army are so insolent.