The news that the four members of Yu Jiyan's family had disappeared inexplicably while the old, weak, women and children were under the supervision of six burly men holding sharp weapons, and the news that Feng Si Hanlong was in poor health in the palace were sent to Feng Siting almost at the same time.

It had been arranged for a long time, and Feng Sihan's poisoning was a crucial part of it. Therefore, Feng Siting did not criticize his subordinates too much in front of the huge surprise. He just coldly cursed "trash". He still wanted to use that family of four

Come and continue to contain Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen's appearance was originally beautiful and graceful, and she was a fatal beauty in the capital.

However, this kind of lady who has been reading poetry and books since she was a child is like a mass production unique to the imperial city. They are almost all printed from the same mold. In the past, Feng Siting always felt that beauty was beautiful, but tasteless.

It can be said.

After such a close encounter yesterday, whether it was Yu Zhen's occasional wildness or the faint fragrance on his body, Feng Siting would think of it frequently at such a critical moment.

Her scoundrel face when she said she wanted to live in the Jinluan Palace, her greed and viciousness when she negotiated the terms with him, her occasional contemptuous glances were all like the paws of Yu Wan's cat gently scratching his heart.

When you pinch the claws, the flesh is chubby and soft, but the sharp claw blade is hidden in the soft flesh, and it will give you a claw at any time. It is gentle but hides its ruthlessness, and its softness is sharp.

Yu Zhen is now the little fleshy paw that he can imagine but can't touch. It makes him feel itchy. Feng Siting wants to fly into the palace immediately, knock down this woman, tear off everyone's ladylike disguise, and let her show off.

With little claws? I can only struggle in vain...

The brocade robe under his belt concealed his burgeoning ambition.

At this moment, Feng Siting's heart was extremely excited. He wanted that position, and he must get that woman!

At most noon tomorrow, Feng Sihan will definitely die from the poison.

There are only 300 guards at the left and right gates of the imperial city at most. The 500 people in the South Yamen have to guard the four gates of the capital. There is no need to worry about the spread of personnel. There are only 400 people in the North Yamen, plus Feng Sihan's guards, secretly.

There are only more than a thousand guards and even sword-carrying guards in the palace.

As the King of Qin, Feng Siting could have five hundred private troops. His secret troops had long been disguised as traffickers and were hiding in several gathering points. They only waited for an order to surround the palace.

The excuse is also ready. The emperor was poisoned by someone with ulterior motives. They, the righteous masters, want to be diligent in hunting down the murderer.

All the witnesses and physical evidence have been arranged, and the only thing left to do is to accuse the Yu family's second brother-in-law of intending to murder the emperor.

On this day, many well-informed princes, grandsons and ministers were all worried and did not even have a good dinner.

Everyone is waiting for news to come out from the palace, and they are all afraid that news will come out from the palace.

As soon as it got dark, there was indeed chaos outside. First, there were reports of bandits burning, killing, and looting at West Street Entrance. Beiya quickly sent people there, and then a house in Guihuafang caught fire. Beiya sent several more

Ten people went to the rescue.

In short, everything seemed to happen at the same time. Beiya, who was responsible for patrolling the city, discovered that they had no one to send when they received another request for help from a resident.

Then the bombshell news that "the emperor has been poisoned and whose life or death is unknown" suddenly spread like thunder throughout the capital. Many people in the city shouted slogans of "protect the emperor" and gathered towards the palace from all directions.

Ordinary people were in danger, and they were so frightened that they quickly locked their doors and windows to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

When Feng Siting hurried to the palace, he expected that the life-and-death fight was not there. The palace door was wide open, and there was not even a guard left.

Suddenly he had a strange feeling in his heart.

The time they agreed on was tomorrow, but for some reason those who had set up an ambush in advance launched their attack in advance. When they arrived at the palace, the palace door was not even closed. Could it be that the internal intelligence was so successful that they rushed in without even using a single soldier?

The main entrance and the small doors on both sides were all open, like a huge beast's head with its mouth open.

The five hundred soldiers behind him all looked at each other in shock.

Now that the battle at the city gate can obviously be skipped, should we follow the procedure or wait for all the troops to assemble and rush in together?

The commander of the government soldiers rode on his horse and asked for orders: "Your Majesty, I will lead a small group of troops in first to see what is true."

Feng Siting nodded slowly: "Be careful in everything."

The commander came back soon, with a bit of panic on his face: "Your Majesty, everyone seems to be gathered at Taihuan Palace. The lights are bright, and it seems that many people are running around and busy, but no sound of weapons is heard."

Taihuan Palace is the residence of Feng Sihan.

In other words, they should be the first batch of armed forces to arrive. As for why there is no patrol at the entrance, it is probably because the emperor is more serious and they are all guarding Taihuan Palace.

"Let's go." Feng Siting left a few people to close the palace door and led everyone straight to Taihuan Palace.

The commander of the army soldiers took a careful look at Feng Siting and asked him: "Your Majesty, do your subordinates still want to shout 'protect the emperor'?"

They entered the palace on horseback with swords and no orders. If they entered so quietly, they would be guilty of killing the nine tribes.

Feng Siting thought about it for a moment and felt that Feng Sihan must have been poisoned. They said it was not wrong to protect the emperor, but if they rushed in so aggressively without making any sound, they would be completely defeated and there would be no room for maneuver.

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"call."

"Save--"

"Shout louder."

Everyone looked at each other, had no choice but to lower their volume, and chanted slogans listlessly. They felt less like King Qin's army, and more like a defeated general who had fled.

Sure enough, all the prison guards, bodyguards and even the dark dragon guards in black clothes were all guarding Taihuan Palace.

There was no atmosphere of sword fighting. The main hall in front was brightly lit, and there were courtiers in twos and threes inside, either bowing their heads in silence or whispering. Occasionally, someone wandered out to take a look at the situation outside.

Feng Siting found that the three princes, Wu Weihou, Tianen Gong Yu Weizhen, the Minister of the Ministry of War, and the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel were all prominently listed inside. Everyone saw him coming and greeted him one by one.

It turned out that some of these people came over when they discovered bandits appeared in the city, and some came in a hurry after hearing the news that the emperor was critically ill. There was also one member of the royal family. Princess Ningde was guarding several people in the harem with a hundred of her private soldiers.

Road access control.

"How is the Emperor now?" Feng Siting waited for a while but no one took the initiative to mention it, so he glanced around and asked.

Grand Tutor Cong Zijing frowned: "I heard it's not very good, hey!"

As he spoke, he shook his head. The gray beard on his chest looked a little desolate. A few days ago, the emperor only heard that Longji was not doing well, but now his whole body was dying. His sigh was for the emperor and the courtiers.

It is also given to the people.

As long as there is struggle, some people will rise and some will fall, but I don’t know who will help whom.

"Who is taking care of Ninth Brother inside?"

Yu Weizhen gave him a look and imitated Cong Zijing and shook his head: "The Empress, Yu Zhaoyuan and Concubine Xian are all here. Almost all the people who are not on duty at the Imperial Hospital are in there!"
Chapter completed!