Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

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The front team has stopped.

When the entrance of the emperor's mausoleum arrived, the civil and military officials needed to get off the carriage and walk with the emperor into the tomb.

Duan Ting opened the curtain and looked in the direction of the tomb.

Because it is a cemetery, there is naturally a somber and gloomy atmosphere.

And around the imperial tomb, in the corners that no outsiders could see, the royal defense under this was hidden.

He was puzzled. What on earth did those people want to sneak into the emperor's tomb without knowing it?

"Inner ghost." In his ear, the words light and soft breeze sounded.

Duan Ting's face changed, his eyes were steeply cold.

It took a while to suppress the leaking emotions, looked back at the man, and lowered his voice, "Maybe you are missing something, those people will choose to do it halfway on the return journey?"

"No." Feng Qingbai slowly opened his eyes, his eyes cluttered, and there was no hesitation in what he said.

Duan Ting pursed his lips and looked at him.

"There are too many carriages to worship the emperor's mausoleum. No one knows which carriage is sitting with whom. Even you don't know where the emperor and other princes are." Feng Qingbai got up and flew him off the carriage first. The voice drifted over his ears, "Without the certainty of a hit, he will not start."

Staring at the man's unhurried back, Duan Ting closed his eyes hard.

He didn't want to admit it anymore, he had to admit that Feng Qingbai was right.

And within the royal family, there must be a ghost inside, so as to cooperate with the assassin inside and outside, helping the other party to sneak into the imperial tomb without knowing the ghost.

Putting aside the already established facts, Duan Ting began to ponder all the way. Among the royal family, besides the Emperor Beicang, who has such great power and energy?

The rank of Jinhuang Mausoleum is also particular.

Therefore, the second worship was to establish diplomatic relations between the two countries, so the people of the Nanling envoy were able to walk on the left side of the Emperor Beicang, and on the right side were the royal children.

Followed by, followed by the ranks of the civil and military officials in order of rank.

"Into the tomb--"

At the forefront, the eunuch's shrill voice sang, and everyone looked solemnly, lowered their head slightly, and walked behind the Emperor Beicang towards the tomb.

The two phases walked side by side, Duan Tingte found an opportunity, stuck to the side of Feng Qingbai, and turned his wheelchair to be flush with him.

Feng Qingbai glanced at him, and his eyes were about to be taken back.

Duan Ting finally showed some complacency.

If there is really an assassin at the meeting, he will keep up with the wind and the cypress, and only by his side is the safest.

Anyway, what the Imperial Guards around Yulin Weitong are unreliable.

When danger comes, no one will control him.

Who called him just crippled.

Eyes lifted slightly, and the bright yellow figure at the front was condensed through the gaps in the crowd. Duan Ting's mouth twitched coldness. Fortunately, he was crippled.

Walking to the Temple of Heaven, the emperor walked onto the stage, burned incense, worshiped, read the chanting, and finally told the ancestors about the alliance and alliance.

Everything is methodical.

Everyone was solemn and made a polite expression.

Feng Qingbai looked at him, and the light in the corner of his eyes kept the performance of the princes in his eyes.

Everyone in the royal family is a master of acting, and no one shows signs.

The change of things appeared between the electric flint.

On the stage, someone saw Bei Canghuang suddenly pulling the eunuch around him to block him, and then the eunuch burst out of the chest.

After a moment of stunned God, there was an anxious roar, and there was nowhere to go.

"Escort!"

After a roar, the surrounding guards rushed towards the Temple of Heaven.

Feng Qingbai stepped back a little, and Duan Ting grabbed his sleeve for the first time, but barely turned into brown sugar.

"Feng Qingbai, don't leave me alone. I'm crippled now. If even you run away, I won't ask anyone, it's pitiful."

"you sick?"

"If you are ill, be ill. It's important to save your life." Feng Qingbai is more useful than any guard. Anyway, he is following him.

Being ridiculed by a sentence or two is not a big deal compared to saving a life.

The ranks around them had become chaotic, and the cries continued, and crowds of people rushed to the Temple of Heaven to stand in front of the emperor.

At this time, if anyone dared to escape, it was a fluke that left his life, and he died after returning.

It's better to show a merit and get a good impression in front of the emperor. As long as you don't die, you will jump into the sky when you go back.

Duan Ting was about to ask Feng Qingbai if they should squeeze into the Temple of Heaven, so as not to be turned back and said that there was no filial piety, they felt a force hit, Feng Qingbai buckled his wheelchair armrest and directly pulled him Lianren moved a seat with a chair.

And where he was just now, there were two more hidden weapons on the ground!

Cold Khan slipped down Duan Ting's forehead.

"Hurry, protect your lords!"

There was another loud roar. Duan Ting looked up and saw him opposite. The original position where the prince was standing had fallen to two people. One of them was King Yuan!

The men in black who walked into the encirclement wandered in the pinch of the imperial guard.

One of them, after sealing his opponent's sword with his throat, looked sideways, following the cold eyes of Feng Qingbai.

In those eyes, sneer flashed.

Feng Qingbai's thin lips squeezed, his eyes narrowed, and he would pass with a sneer. Duan Ting put his arms around him, "Hey, Feng Qingbai! Don't go! I'm scared!"

"Get off!" This one is holding back!

boom--

A soft sound.

The white mist filled the cemetery immediately, and everyone's sight was blocked by the mist and they could not see the front.

"Escort! Escort!"

"Don't act rashly, protect people!"

"Quick breath! The smoke is poisonous!..."

When the mist dissipated, the picture presented in front of him made the face of Emperor Bei Cang in the Temple of Heaven look ashamed!

His eight sons, Duan Yuan, die!

People lay there quietly, with a thin sword mark between their necks, blood still gurgling from there, and the dazzling bright red burned people's eyes!

Step by step, he walked down the Temple of Heaven to Duan Yuan's side, leaned over and pointed his finger to his nose, and when he raised his eyes, Bei Canghuang had his eyes scarlet, "Find, find me! I want to smash those people segment!"

Not far from the crowd, Duan Ting slowly released Feng Qingbai's arm, and looked at the scene expressionlessly, looking at the man who showed his madness, his eyes were cold and ironic.

This man who was always high above him finally tasted the pain of losing his loved one.

He regarded other people's lives as if they were like a mustard. Isn't it ridiculous today?

The assassin has retired.

Perfect exit.

The entire confrontation time is actually very short. The bodies lying down in the cemetery are all royals and royal guards. None of them are dressed in black.

Feng Qingbai was expressionless and looked at it coldly.

It turned out that Gong Zuo used this method.

Kill the most beloved son of the Emperor Bei Canghuang, and then the Emperor Beicang will cast doubt on every other prince.

Because only those who are ambitious in that position will kill the heir to the throne.