Chapter 2193 Whimsical

Chapter 614 Whimsical

Zhao Wei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he leaned forward slightly, "Prince Ling? What do you mean by that?"

Mo Shanghua didn't back down at all, and stared straight at Zhao Wei, "This matter was directed and acted by King Ling himself, just for the sake of seeking the throne, he didn't take you and the life and death of these soldiers under your hands at all. In his eyes, all of you are just a bargaining chip for him to win the throne."

As she spoke, she turned around and glanced at the soldiers present one by one, "Now, my husband, King Yu, and the thirteen princes are surrounded by King Ling, and His Majesty is already seriously ill in the palace. However, the entire bedroom is surrounded by guards from the imperial forest, and the palace is already airtight."

Mo Shanghua was like this, revealing the truth in front of everyone.

There were soldiers who were clamoring to avenge that vanguard before, but now they have stopped, their faces are staring at each other, and the tightly clenched knife in their hands has loosened a bit.

Zhao Wei was also in a daze, and after a long while, he digested all the news Mo Shanghua had said.

Then, he suddenly ran quickly towards the wall on the other side of the city, looking down.

At this time in the past, although it was not as lively as the center of the city, you could occasionally hear children crying and old women scolding. There were always people, but today it was quiet. Before, not even a lamp was lit.

From a distance, thick smoke could be vaguely seen rising from the direction of Prince Yu's Mansion, as if the situation was critical.

Seeing Zhao Wei's reaction, many soldiers stepped forward to watch.

Zhao Wei's hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly tightened a bit, ordered a soldier, and said: "Now send a small group of people to hurry to the palace."

"Yes!" Seeing the soldiers hurrying down, Zhao Weicai turned around again, "I hope you didn't lie to the general."

Mo Shanghua glanced past Zhao Wei, looked in the direction of Prince Yu's Mansion from a distance, and murmured softly, "I also hope this doesn't happen too soon."

As he said that, he couldn't help but caressed his lower abdomen with his right hand, and the worry in his eyes lightly flashed.

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At that time in Prince Yu's Mansion, Yan Moli originally thought that taking down Yanbei City was an extremely simple matter, but he never thought that in the Prince Yu's mansion that had been completely controlled, people in black clothes appeared out of nowhere, and all of them were very skilled. Bu Fan, soon entangled and fought with the attacking imperial guards.

What was even more unexpected was that Yan Cenxuan, who looked quite useless at first, unexpectedly had hundreds of guards attacking from outside the mansion.

The situation became complicated for a while.

Yan Moli stood among the crowd, looking coldly at Yan Beicheng who was safely protected by all the men in black, "Yan Beicheng, I never thought you could bring all these people to the imperial city and hide them in your Prince Yu's mansion." middle."

After a pause, he looked at Yan Cenxuan again, "You are actually prepared, but it's a pity, this king has three thousand forbidden troops, and you have a few hundred people here, how long do you think you can last?"

The corners of Yan Beicheng's lips curled up slowly, and Yan Moli's stern handsomeness was reflected in his deep pupils, and some of his eyes had even darker and more mysterious expressions.

"There are more things that you don't expect, and it's still in the future." He spoke slowly, his voice seemed to be mixed with ice picks, cold and harsh.

Yan Moli's heart skipped a beat suddenly. He was clearly on the verge of winning, but he felt a little uneasy for no reason, "Yan Beicheng, there is no room for turning around now. Don't let your imagination run wild."