Chapter 3019

The prologue of this night's bloody river has completely opened its true face from now on.

In the capital, the lights were dark, and all the people who fell asleep could hear the sound of iron riding across the street. It was heavy, bloody and cold, hitting people's hearts.

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

In fact, for the people,

What they need is only a peaceful and prosperous prosperous era and a wise monarch. As for who the monarch is, they don't care most.

And in the capital of Chu, which is deeply involved in the turbulent and dark river conspiracy,

Only the prince Jin's residence standing quietly in the night is always calm and indifferent, as if isolated from the world.

"According to the layout of adults, now Mo Rongxuan should enter the palace, and Mo Liyan also rushed into the capital." Wei Pingsheng's voice was calm and unhurried: "they will fight and kill each other in the palace. No matter who wins, it will only be good for us, not bad."

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, took a snow-white brocade handkerchief and gently wiped the long sword. It reflected the cold vastness in the night and snow light, against his calm and bottomless eyes. Once the light fell into it, it would be annihilated in an instant. His side lines were cold and sharp, and his temperament was cold-blooded and calm: "HMM."

"Let them prepare." the sword was wiped clean and spotless by King Jin. It reflected the sharpest and most dangerous light and cut through the night. His voice was clear and pleasant, like a touch of steep ice and snow on the mountain, with ruthless coldness.

Wei Pingsheng answered solemnly, "yes."

King Jin looked at the jade pendant on the table indifferently. It was delicate and clear, as if it was shining moonlight.

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

But none of this matters.

The only thing that matters is,

The jade pendant was carved by the man himself, even... To calculate him.

Mo Liyan gently rubbed the jade pendant with his fingertips, describing every detail and outline of the jade pendant.

In all,

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

To kill him,

That's it.

After being quiet for a while, his highness King Jin took down the jade pendant he was wearing, and then personally hung the glittering jade pendant on the table at his waist. His every move is solemn and solemn. It is an unparalleled treasure.

Then,

He stood up straight, wearing black clothes and armor. He was young and tall, with straight and lonely lines on his back, such as bamboo and pine. His breathtaking and beautiful face had no emotion. It was pure indifference and calm, which made people look up to him.

With his action, the jade pendant hanging from his waist shook left and right, making a slight sound, cold and white like moonlight.

"Let's go." King Jin stood in the night, his expression was hidden in the dark, his eyes were like an abyss, his light color under the bridge of his nose was high, his lips were light, and he was arrogant. Every word was cold and precious: "Qing, Jun and side."

He has arranged for many years, pulled chess pieces and tried every means. Now, Mo Qingcang is weak and cruel, forcing Mo Ye Lei's crown prince to be abolished. Mo Rongxuan is still depressed and frustrated, leading the army into the urn to induce him to rebel.

Just for this moment.

Justifiable——

Qing junbian.

In the palace,

All situations and every detail are exactly as Mo Liyan expected.

The heavy snow is falling, the size of catkins. The snow curtain blurs people's vision, and is mixed with blood everywhere, moistening the blood like plum blossoms.

Rivers of blood, bones everywhere.

In the past, carved beams and painted columns and luxurious and magnificent imperial palaces were completely reduced to purgatory that night, as if they were the master of demons.

Curses, screams, fights.

All are mixed together and become a symphony of the strange beauty of death.

"Villain! Villain! I'm your father!!" in the bedroom, Mo Qingcang even wore a thin inner coat and was thin. When he heard the figure outside the bedroom, he knew it was bad, but there was no way.

The whole Imperial Palace has been occupied. The capital of Chu was already empty, and now it is even more vulnerable.

Mo Qingcang could only watch Mo Rongxuan lead the army to break in. His withered yellow fingers trembled and pointed to Mo Rongxuan and kept cursing loudly.

Mo Rongxuan didn't care much. He wiped the blood splashed on his face when he killed, 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 and enjoy your life." he smiled, squatted down on the embarrassed former tyrant who fell and sat on the ground, and whispered, "why do you still occupy this position?"

Mo Qingcang took a mouthful of blood across his heart. It was stuffy and painful. He almost squeezed the words out of his teeth: "impossible!"

He stressed hoarsely, "I am the emperor! I will always be!!"

The gentle smile on Mo Rongxuan's face gradually disappeared, turned to be gloomy and said, "don't toast, old man."

He hasn't finished yet,

Suddenly, a soldier rushed in in panic and said in a loud and unstable voice, "no! No!"

"What can't be said!" Mo Rongxuan scolded.

The soldier looked pale and stammered, "the waste Prince and the waste Prince broke into the palace with hundreds of thousands of troops. Now they have fought with our people, and now they are approaching the bedroom."

Mo Rongxuan's pupils contracted suddenly, his face was not good, and he cursed low.

It's not good when Mo Yilei will come. It's tonight!

Dare to compete with him for the throne by virtue of a retired prince? It's wishful thinking.

"Watch him for the king! If there is anything wrong, take your life." Mo Rongxuan looked at Mo Qingcang coldly, picked up the sword next to him and walked out with big steps.

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

There were corpses and blood everywhere. They were miserable and piled up into wounds.

Human purgatory,

nothing more than this.

The winter of this year was very cold, and the snow was very heavy. It didn't stop. It roared and fell in the north wind, intertwined with the red blood.

The night was bitterly cold and deadly.

There was fighting everywhere.

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

The two brothers fought against each other.

Behind them are tens of thousands of dark soldiers standing neatly and orderly with sharp blades, murderous and evil.

long time,

Murong Xuancai said quietly, "the waste Prince is really anxious."