Chapter 3022: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Emperor's Family (One Hundred and Sixty-Three)

The prelude to this night of bloodshed has completely opened its true colors from this moment.

The dark lights in the capital were originally dark, and all the people who fell asleep could hear the sound of the iron cavalry passing by on the street. It was heavy, bloody, and cold, hitting the apex of people's hearts.

They looked worried, kicked and kicked uneasy, the doors of every house were closed, and no one dared to go out.

In fact, for the people,

All they need is a peaceful, prosperous and prosperous world and a wise monarch. As for who the monarch who sits in the high position is, they are not the most concerned.

And in this deep turbulent, the Chu Jingcheng in the dark river conspiracy,

Only the King Jin's mansion, which stood quietly in the night, was always calm, indifferent, and seemed to be isolated from the world.

"According to the layout of your lord, Mo Rongxuan should enter the palace at this moment, and Mo Liyan has also rushed into the capital." Wei Pingsheng's voice was calm and unhurried: "They will meet in the palace and kill each other. Whoever wins is good for us, not bad."

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and holding the snow-white brocade pad, he wiped the long sword leisurely, reflecting the coldness in the night and the snow, setting off his pair of calm waves, which were invisible. The eyes at the bottom, once the light falls into them, will be annihilated in an instant, the lines on the side face are cold and sharp, and the temperament is cold-blooded and calm: "Well."

"Let them prepare." King Jin wiped the sword clean and spotless, reflecting the sharpest and most dangerous light, cutting through the night. His voice was clear and pleasant, like the sharpness of the material on a high mountain. Ice and snow, but also contains ruthless coldness.

Wei Pingsheng replied solemnly: "Yes."

King Jin lowered his eyes indifferently, looking at the jade pendant placed on the table, delicate and clear, as if glowing with moonlight.

It was carved after the jade pendant of King Jin's mansion, and it was also the evidence of his crime of sending someone to assassinate Princess Shanyang. Mo Liyan took the jade pendant.

But none of this matters.

The only thing that matters is,

This jade pendant was carved by that person himself, even if... it was to plot against him.

Mo Liyan's fingertips gently rubbed the jade pendant, depicting every detail of the jade pendant, and the outline was complete.

Counting it up,

This seems to be the only thing she stayed because of him.

to kill him,

That's all.

After being silent for a while, His Royal Highness King Jin took off the jade pendant he was wearing, and then personally hung the crystal jade pendant placed on the table on his waist. His every move was solemn and solemn, which was an unparalleled treasure.

Subsequently,

He stood up straight, in black clothes and armor, against a young and tall figure, his back line was straight and arrogant,

As bamboo as pine, that breathtakingly handsome face has no emotions, it is pure indifference and calm, which makes people look up to.

Following his movements, the jade pendant hanging from his waist swayed from side to side, making a soft noise, and it was as cold and white as moonlight.

"Let's go." King Jin stood in the darkness, his expression submerged in the darkness, his eyes were like an abyss, his pale lips were lightly opened under the bridge of his tall nose, he was arrogant and calm, and he said every word, cold and noble: "Qing, Sir, side."

He has been planning for many years, pulling chess pieces, and thinking about the organization. Now, Mo Qingcang's body is weakened and his temperament is tyrannical, forcing Mo Yelei to be abolished, forcing Mo Rongxuan to be in a high position and still depressed. The urn lured him into rebellion.

Just for this moment.

Justifiably—

Qing Jun's side.

in the palace,

Everything and every detail was exactly as Mo Liyan had expected.

The heavy snow fluttered down, the size of catkins, the snow curtain blurred people's sight, mixed with the blood all over the ground, moisturizing the plum blossoms like blood.

Rivers of blood flowed, corpses all over the place.

In the past, the luxurious and magnificent palace was completely reduced to purgatory this night, as if it was the master of the devil.

Cursing, screaming, fighting.

Everything mixed together and became a symphony of death's beauty.

"Nizi! Nizi! I am your father and emperor!!" In the bedroom, Mo Qingcang was even wearing only a thin underwear, and his body was thin. When he heard the figure outside the bedroom, he already knew that something was wrong. , but there is no way.

The entire palace has been occupied, and the Chujing city is already empty of troops, and now it is even more vulnerable.

Mo Qingcang could only watch helplessly as Mo Rongxuan led the army in, his withered fingers tremblingly pointed at Mo Rongxuan and cursed loudly.

Mo Rongxuan didn't care much, he blankly wiped the blood that had splattered on his face because of the murder, approached step by step, and smiled gently: "My good father, if you don't want to die... Write the edict of abdication."

"I promise, when the time comes, you will be your supreme emperor with peace of mind, and take care of your longevity." He was laughing, leaning over and squatting on the former tyrant who was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and said softly, "It's almost half of my body into the ground. Why are you still occupying this position?”

Mo Qingcang gushed blood on his heart, it was stuffy and painful, he almost squeezed the words out of his teeth: "Impossible!"

He emphasized hoarsely: "I am the emperor! Always!!"

The gentle smile on Mo Rongxuan's face gradually disappeared, and turned gloomy. He said: "You are immortal, don't toast—"

He hasn't finished yet,

Suddenly, a soldier rushed in in a panic, and said in a loud voice, "It's not good! It's not good!"

"What can't you say!" Mo Rongxuan scolded.

The soldier's face was pale, and he stammered: "The waste and waste princes have entered the palace with hundreds of thousands of troops! Now they have fought with our people, and now they are approaching the palace."

Mo Rongxuan's pupils tightened suddenly, his face was not good, and he cursed in a low voice.

When will Mo Yelei come, but it is tonight!

Dare to compete with him for the throne just by virtue of a defunct crown prince? Simply delusional.

"Take good care of this king! If anything goes wrong, I'll take your life and ask." Mo Rongxuan glanced at Mo Qingcang coldly, picked up the sword beside him, and walked out with big strides.

The palace at this time can no longer be called a palace.

There were corpses and blood everywhere, tragic and tragic, piled up into wounds.

purgatory on earth,

But so.

This year's winter was extraordinarily cold, and the snow fell heavily.

In the darkness of the night there is a chill to the bone and a deadly murderous intent.

There was fighting everywhere.

After Mo Rongxuan went out, under the leadership of the soldiers, he saw Mo Yelei.

The two brothers confronted each other and held each other.

Behind them, tens of thousands of black soldiers stood neatly and orderly with sharp knives in their hands, full of murderous aura.

a long time,

Only then did Mo Rongxuan speak softly: "The waste prince is really impatient."