The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 272 Rescue
If he had seen the true face of this woman earlier, how could he have ended up in this situation?
Feng Zhirou met Emperor Chu's eyes without fear, blessed her lower body and said, "Father, why are you so angry?"

"Father? Who are you calling Father?"

Emperor Chu was furious, pointed at Feng Zhirou with trembling fingers and cursed: "I really regret not killing you earlier, bitch, bitch..."

Feng Zhirou chuckled, her eyes suddenly became cold and cold: "When you're old, you should cultivate yourself. Getting so angry is not good for your health."

Emperor Chu didn't expect that Feng Zhirou would dare to contradict him, but seeing Gong Moran's acquiescing attitude, he also understood in his heart.

The two of them worked hand in hand, intending to infect his country.

"Mo'er, do you really want to do this?" How could his son be so confused that he wanted to accept his concubine as his concubine.

If this is spread out, what is the face of the royal family will definitely become the laughing stock of the world, so before the last moment, Emperor Chu wanted to win back Gong Moran's heart.

He would rather believe that his son was bewitched by Feng Zhirou to make such an outrageous act today.

But Gong Moran obviously let him down. His eyes fell on the prayer beads on the ground, he picked up one and handed it to Emperor Chu respectfully, but his tone was unquestionably majestic: "Father is not in good health, how can you Work hard, you should calm down and take care of yourself.”

Emperor Chu smiled softly, and the hoarse laughter resounded in the empty hall, revealing infinite desolation: "He is really my good son, hahaha..."

"It's my honor to be able to share my father's worries. It's just that my father is taking care of me. The country cannot live without a king for a day. My son dares to ask my father to hand over the jade seal and soldier amulet. I hope that during this period of my father's care share your worries."

As Gong Muran said, he stood up on his own, and winked at the imperial guards around him. Immediately, the imperial guards surrounded the entire hall and began to search around.

The sound of ping-pong-pong sounded, and the palace was in a mess.

Emperor Chu was heartbroken, unwilling to watch this heartbreaking scene again, and sat on the soft couch, closing his eyes slowly to rest his mind.

If he wanted jade seals and soldier talismans, he would definitely not let him do so.

Sure enough, soon the imperial guards came out from each room, and secretly shook their heads at Gong Moran.

Unexpectedly, he didn't find it, Gong Moran's expression was a little cold, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "Those concubines must have stolen the things while the father was seriously ill. It's really hateful."

There was a sneer on the corner of Feng Zhirou's mouth, and Xinzi's eyes were sinister like a snake: "Yes, those sluts must have hid them and brought them all here, I don't believe they can't be found out."

When she spoke, her eyes drifted to Emperor Chu, and her eyes were full of provocation.

The old stuff didn't expect it, you actually have today.

The imperial guards soon understood what Gong Moran meant, a group of soldiers went out, and after a while, the sound of a woman crying could be heard outside the hall.

A row of concubines and maids with disheveled hair were escorted by the imperial guards and knelt on the cold bluestone floor. They had already been scared out of their wits and almost fainted.

Where had she seen such a terrifying scene, corpses were everywhere on the ground, and the strong smell of blood irritated her stomach. These pampered women couldn't take it anymore and began to vomit.

But when Sen Leng's big knife was resting on their necks, the soft crying suddenly turned into heart-piercing pleading and screaming.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

A guard walked up to Gong Muran and whispered a few words in his ear, Gong Muran frowned tightly: "She ran away? I don't believe she can go to the sky, and then go to search .”

"I'm familiar with the terrain in the palace, I'll go." Feng Zhirou volunteered, Gong Moran nodded, and she led a group of people out of the Hall of Shengde.

The movement outside finally forced Emperor Chu to open his eyes, and he clenched his fingers tightly under the sleeves of his wide sleeves, and even his face, which was usually not happy or angry, showed a trace of pain.

"Mo'er, why are you doing this?"

The old voice could not conceal the desolation in his heart. Even until the last moment, Emperor Chu was still hoping that his son would change his mind.

When did his gentlest son, the King Jin who doesn't fight or snatch, become so cruel?

"Why? Hahaha..." Gong Moran laughed uncontrollably as if he had heard the best joke in the world, but his eye sockets turned red instantly.

No matter how delicate and beautiful the plum blossoms were in the garden back then, they couldn't compare to the red dress of the woman hanging from the beam of the house.

No matter how rich the fragrance is, it can't hide the breath of death. The firelight in the sky reflects the plum blossoms in the garden. They are so bright red, and the warm snow in the whole plum garden melts into water, but no matter how hot the flames are, they can't cover them. He warmed his long-cold heart.

Who is it all thanks to?
Gong Moran turned around suddenly, his eyes were red like blood, and his line of tears couldn't stop flowing down: "If you have a little bit of care, you won't ignore my mother and concubine, you have let down a woman's infatuation, but You refuse to give her even the last bit of decency, and let her ashes and bones be with those dirty mud. You are so heartless that even I can't stand it. Let a three-year-old child fend for itself. If you want to compare viciousness, I'm not even one ten thousandth of yours."

"I never thought that this matter would have such a big impact on you. Back then, I let you out of the palace just to let you recuperate. After all..." When Emperor Chu said this, he was speechless for a while, with a look on his face. Very guilty.

"After all, a prince suffering from a strange disease is a disgrace to the royal family. In order to protect the face of the royal family, you have no choice but to do it, right?" Gong Moran sneered again and again, and the pain in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by cruelty the cold glow.

Emperor Chu suddenly became speechless, and he opened his mouth weakly, not knowing what words to refute, because every word Gong Moran said was the truth.

He has killed too much in his life and made too many mistakes. Ever since he stood in this high position, he can no longer tell the truth from the falsehood.

"Father owes you too much, why do you need to stain your hands with these innocent blood?"

Gong Moran coldly glanced at the women in the field, they are no longer young, but the years have hardly left traces on their bodies.

He clearly remembered how terrifying the faces of these women were when the mother and concubine's body was unraveled.

Sneering, disgusting, and smirking faces, none of them are normal. They are used to life and death in the palace, and they don't know what kindness is.

Otherwise, how could he still laugh when he saw the corpse, pointing at Gong Moran's nose and saying: "That's your mother and concubine, hurry up and go to breastfeed, I won't be able to eat it in the future..."

These people should all be damned, Gong Moran's expression was terribly gloomy, he smiled slowly at Emperor Chu, and said a word with his thin lips: "Kill."

The sharp cries seemed to penetrate the thick clouds, making people's eardrums ache.

"My Majesty, help me, Your Majesty..."

Looking at those women who were crying in despair, Emperor Chu's mind was shaken for a moment. These are the women who accompanied him all the way, even if he has a cat and dog, he has feelings.

Let alone a living person?

Gong Moran carefully observed the expression of Emperor Chu, and seeing that he was shaken, he said: "Father, I'm afraid I can't bear to let these women die miserably, their lives and deaths are in your hands, if you hand them over, we will May they not die."

Emperor Chu clenched his hands tightly, really couldn't bear it in his heart, but if he was asked to hand over the jade seal and soldier talisman, then the last hope would be gone.

In the end, he closed his eyes slightly, unable to bear to look at the cruel picture.

The imperial guards waved their hands expressionlessly, silver light flashed, blood spattered out, and the sound stopped abruptly.

On New Year's Eve, the entire imperial city was like a Shura hell, with endless cries tearing people's hearts and lungs, blowing the wind and sending them far, far away.

The dawn has not yet come, and the darkness continues.

On the quiet street, a large number of men in black suddenly appeared. They were lightly dressed, with swords in their belts and daggers tied to their boots. They were all in black from head to toe, revealing only pairs of sharp eyes.

They marched at a very fast speed, like a winding dragon swimming fast, leaving only a slight rustling sound on the ground.

In the darkness, Feng Wuxie's eyes shone like stars, and before entering the imperial city, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Feng Qingyun and Bai Xiao stood on both sides of her, Feng Wuxie made a gesture, Feng Qingyun nodded to her, and rushed towards Danfengmen with Qinglongwei.

On the other hand, she and Bai Xiao controlled the lightness kung fu and flew to the south to inquire about the door.

The two of them landed lightly on the wall, and the black night clothes completely wrapped their figures in the night.

The ghostly figure cleverly found the hiding place of Gong Moran's secret guard.

Feng Wuxie's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the dagger in his hand was already in his hand, and the silver needles flew out from his fingertips. After two muffled sounds, the surroundings returned to calm.

The two left and right, raised and lowered the knife in their hands, as fast as lightning, and before the other party could make a sound, they had already killed the enemy with one blow.

The empty space behind him was quickly filled by the killer from the Dark Night Pavilion, and the fallen corpse was quickly dragged away, and it was impossible to tell who was who in the darkness.

The cold wind howled, and the shrill screams in the distance made the scalp tingle, Feng Wuxie narrowed his eyes coldly, and his heart was ruthlessly pulled.

Countless corpses are lying on the ground, these are innocent maids and eunuchs, Gong Muran is so cold-blooded, even these poor people are not spared.

Feng Wuxie and Bai Xiao lurk in the dark, quietly waiting for Feng Qingyun to launch an attack, and it didn't take long.

The deafening sound of fighting came from outside the imperial city, and the collision of weapons was especially clear in this silent night.

All the imperial guards turned their heads almost subconsciously, drew out their swords and surrounded the entire Saint Virtue Hall.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside, airtight.

Feng Wuxie hid in the dark, faintly anxious, but Gong Muran didn't let these imperial guards go to support him, but stuck to Emperor Chu.

If no one can be rescued within an hour, the situation will be very unfavorable to them.

(End of this chapter)