Yuwen Ding was shocked when he heard this. Didn't Nangong Meng take the drug to fake death? Then why didn't she leave the palace? Could it be that Duanmu Qian really detained her?

The third spy's carrier pigeon arrived late. The person who came to report read: "This morning, Concubine Meng died. Duanmu Qian set up a mourning hall in Qingmeng Pavilion to mourn her in person."

After hearing this, Yuwen Ding staggered and almost fell to the ground. Was Nangong Meng's real death or a fake death? For a moment, Yuwen Ding was flustered, and a particularly bad cold came out.

"Third brother, don't panic. Sister Meng must have taken the drug to fake death!" Yuwen Haojun saw that Yuwen Ding's face was pale and his body was shaking involuntarily, so he quickly stepped forward to support him, "Third brother, you are careless.

, since they are in chaos. Sister Meng must have received the news that our army has arrived in the capital, and took the fake death medicine."

"No! I'm going to break into the palace now and have a look!" Yuwen Ding's premonition became stronger and stronger, and he, who had always been calm, could not control his emotions at this time.

"Third brother, don't mess up! Nothing will happen! What are you worried about?" Yuwen Haojun grabbed Yuwen Ding's arm.

"I'm afraid Duanmu Qian gave her death." Yuwen Ding's eyes turned red. Why, he always felt that the dream was no longer there.

"No, third brother, who in Lankun Continent doesn't know that Duanmu Qian dotes on Concubine Meng?" Although Yu Wen Haojun didn't want to say this, seeing that Yuwen Ding looked like this, he had to say, "If he dotes on Concubine Meng so much, he must

I won’t kill her!”

"If Yueli and Nanlin are in peace, he will definitely not do it. Now that we are going to destroy his country, who knows what he will do!"

"If he had resentment towards Sister Meng and had brought Sister Meng back to Nandan City to threaten us, how could he deserve death today?" Yuwen Haojun patted Yuwen Ding on the back, "Third brother, this Nan

For us, Lindu City is already within our grasp. If brother is anxious, we will start attacking this afternoon. But brother, we must hold firm. Our army still needs your command to attack the city!"

"Okay, order the three armies to set up camp quickly, get up at the end of the afternoon, and attack on time!" Yuwen Ding forced a deep breath to calm his mind. It is true that he cannot act on impulse at this time. If he attacks the palace, he will naturally see the outcome. I hope everything is not too late! His

Clench your hands tightly into fists, Dream, I'm coming, you must wait for me!

As soon as noon passed, Yue Li's 100,000-strong army officially launched an attack on the city gate of Nanlin Capital City. Yuwen Ding took the lead, leading Zhuiyun, and Lan Lianhua rushed to the front.

Perhaps because he was always worried, or perhaps he was too eager for success, when Yuwen Ding jumped to the city tower to project thunder and break through the heavy rain of arrows, he did not notice that a gunpowder barrel was thrown from the city tower.

It turned out that the Nanlin Capital garrison who was defending the city put some gunpowder in a wooden barrel, added a fuse, ignited it, and threw it at the Yueli army attacking the city. One of them exploded very close to Yuwen Ding, and the air wave

Lifting the Yuwen Ding, he threw him into the air and fell down again.

"Master!" Zhuiyun and Lan Lianhua were shocked. They jumped to Yuwen Ding, supported him from left to right, and quickly retreated while hitting the arrows with their long swords.

"Third brother, are you okay?" Yuwen Haojun looked at the bloody Yuwen Ding and was shocked. The left side of Yuwen Ding's face was bloody and bloody, but fortunately his eyes were not hurt.

"It's okay! It's just a small injury. Keep attacking the city!" Yuwen Ding was lying on the chariot with a calm expression, as if he was not the one who was injured. Tears were already filling the eyes of Lan Lianhua beside him, and he picked up the silk handkerchief and gently prayed for Yuwen.

Ding wiped the wound and applied the gold wound medicine on it.

Yuwen Haojun turned his head and raised his flag, shouting "Attack!" The giant tree aimed at the city gate and slammed it hard.

Half an hour later, the city gate was opened, and all the 30,000 capital garrison soldiers died for their country. Yuwen Haojun rode a horse and led the army towards the palace. Regardless of his own injury, Yuwen Ding rushed into the palace to find Nangong Meng.

There were only five thousand royal guards in the Nanlin Palace, so there was no match for this one hundred thousand army. In less than a cup of tea, all the palace gates were occupied, and the Yueli Army rushed in.

Yuwen Ding grabbed a eunuch and shouted with red eyes, "Where is Qingmengxie? Take me there immediately!"

"Master, spare your life, I will lead the way immediately!" The little eunuch was so frightened that he almost wet his pants and crawled on the ground to lead the way. Yuwen Ding and Yuwen Haojun followed closely behind with their own secret guards.

A group of people rushed into Qingmeng Pavilion, and what caught their eyes was the big word "Dian" in the middle of the mourning hall. Yuwen Ding's feet softened and he almost fell down. Zhuiyun and Yuwen Haojun immediately protected him.

Xiaolan, who was kneeling there, raised her head when she heard the sound and saw who was coming. Before she could speak, she burst into tears.

Seeing the grief on Xiaolan's face and her filial piety, Yuwen Ding heard a loud bang in his head and was stunned for a moment.

"Xiaolan, where is your young lady?" Yuwen Haojun still didn't give up. His eyes were wide open, but he didn't dare to walk up to the coffin to take a look.

"Third Prince, Fourth Prince, why are you here?!" Xiaolan finally spoke, and she walked forward crying, "Miss, Miss committed suicide by taking poison last night!"

"Why? Why did Sister Meng do this? Did that damn Duanmuqian force her?" Yuwen Haojun was also extremely sad. How should he tell Nangong Die about this news when he gets back?

"It was the Empress Xian Xiao who first caused the young lady to have a miscarriage, and then ordered people to put safflower and borneol in the young lady's medicine. She also caused the young lady to bleed profusely for three days in a row. The imperial doctor said that the young lady would never have children again. Miss

He said that even if he returns to Yueli, he is not qualified to be with the third prince again, so..." Xiaolan started to cry again at this point, "My poor lady, I have been looking forward to it day and night, and finally waited for it.

On this day, the queen caused me to lose the courage to live."

"Dream!" Yuwen Ding's eyes were dull. With the support of Yuwen Haojun and Zhuiyun, he slowly walked to Nangong Meng's coffin, gently picked up the white silk covering Nangong Meng's face, and murmured to himself,

"Meng, why are you willing to abandon me like this? You said you would love the mountains and rivers with me and join hands with the world together!"

"Third brother!" Yuwen Haojun firmly grabbed Yuwen Ding's arm. Zhuiyun, Huan Mo, Huan Yi and Phantom also lowered their heads in pain. Lan Lianhua had already burst into tears.

Yu Wending looked at Nangong Meng lying in the coffin. He felt as if his heart was twisted into a ball and twitching violently. He covered his heart and chanted Nangong Meng's name repeatedly, and finally spit out a mouthful of his heart with a puff.

Blood.
Chapter completed!