The night seemed to be torn apart.
Noisy sometimes far and sometimes near.
The night seemed to solidify again, like an omnipresent barrier that blocked the noise.
The third prince raised his hat and asked the visitor in disbelief: "What did you say?"
The person who came was the coldest killer who had been raising the third prince for many years, but at this moment, his face turned pale and seemed to be frightened.
"Your Highness," he said trembling again, "dead."
The death of the prince was something that the third prince imagined countless times, and at this moment, he was rushing in the darkness of the night just to send the prince to death.
but--
"Who did it?" the third prince said anxiously, "I haven't given the order yet!"
"It's not us, we didn't do it." The visitor said hurriedly, "It seems like an accident."
Accident? The third prince was stunned again.
"We didn't dare to get close. There was a sudden chaos there. Some went to mobilize the Beijing camp, some came to the capital, some were eunuchs and guards, and many people were arrested, and martial law was also imposed-"
"We took the risk of getting in, caught a eunuch and asked, saying that His Highness the Crown Prince was killed by lifting the cauldron."
The person who came to tell me that it was all too sudden. They suddenly caught them off guard and didn't know what they were wrong.
Holding up the tripod, the third prince looked at each other with his uncle, Lord Zhao.
Uncle Zhao suddenly laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder-
"A prophecy came true!" He laughed, "Your Highness, do you still remember what His Majesty said, saying that the prince was full of brute force and had he raised a young man to do it?"
The third prince said, "Remember."
Not only remember, he cursed more than once, let the prince die like a young master.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be-
"Is this God's will?" said the third prince, and then laughed loudly, unscrupulously.
This is God's will!
This is God who wants him to be the prince!
This can only be said to be God's will. Uncle Zhao could not argue and asked cautiously: "Is it true? It's not that our people have been exposed, and the prince used a trick?"
Although the prince is rash, he is not stupid, not to mention that there are so many fans of the Yang family, Xie family.
The third prince calmed down too.
The visitor hesitated: "It shouldn't be that the chaos in the hunting ground doesn't seem to be pretending, but the subordinates didn't see the prince's body with their own eyes."
The third prince and Lord Zhao looked at each other.
What should I do? Take a gamble, keep the troops moving and watch the changes, and still go in according to the plan-
I really didn't expect that there was a choice in something that clearly had no choice.
If you don’t have to be a villain, you will naturally become the prince, which is of course the best.
But once you lose the bet, there will be no chance, and it will cause backlash, and they will die.
Lord Zhao made a quick decision: "Kill!"
He looked at the dark night ahead, and his fair and gentle face was cold.
"The prince must die, and his son must die, and the roots must be eradicated."
The third prince said oh and nodded.
"That's right, that little bastard, the father cherishes so much. He took him to study at such a young age. When I study, the father can only laugh—" He smiled coldly, "The prince is dead, and with this little thing, the father will still not take me in his eyes."
After saying that, he put his hat on his head.
"No living person is left in the hunting ground except for wild animals!"
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The sound of fighting made the night burn, but in the end a hole was torn open.
"It's your majesty's eunuchs." Lord Zhao returned from the place where he was fighting and said to the third prince standing on the high ground, "Go back to the palace to convey the news to His Majesty. They used the guards of the Beijing camp. We were unable to intercept them in time and let them escape."
The third prince looked cold: "So what if you escape?"
He looked in the direction of the capital.
"Don't disturb your father so late. His body cannot withstand such stimulation again and again."
"Now I report that the prince was killed once, and then I report that the princess, the princess, is dead, how troublesome, I will still die. It's dawn, your Majesty is asleep and energetic. I will learn all the bad news again, and it's great to be stimulated once."
Lord Zhao laughed: "Your Highness is kind and filial." He looked towards the direction of the capital and ordered the visitor, "No need to chase them. Even if they enter the capital, they will die."
If you dare to take action outside, naturally, it has been arranged inside, and the capital and imperial city are also a dead end.
He raised his hand toward the hunting ground.
Tonight is the death of the prince, the prince's family.
Tonight, the people in the hunting ground are prey, and the third prince is the real hunter.
"kill--"
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When the sound of fighting came in, the Crown Princess was still sitting in the tent without moving, not even raising her head.
"Your Highness--" The palace maid stumbled with messy hair, "Someone came here to kill, some were killed--"
The princess seemed to have not heard it, and carefully wiped the prince's face with a wet cloth.
The prince was lying on the bed, his clothes had been changed. It looked no different from the past, but half of his face was smashed, and his flesh was blurred and ferocious, and he couldn't wipe it clean no matter how hard he wiped it.
"I have to ask the coroners to sort out this face," said the Crown Princess.
The palace maid threw herself in front of the princess and hugged her legs: "Miss, please wake up soon, you wake up, something happened."
The Crown Princess looked down at the palace maid: "I'm very sober, of course I know something happened."
Her eyes fell on the prince again, and suddenly she smiled. This was probably the quietest time when the prince was with her. No one disturbed him, nor did he sit up and leave.
She no longer expected this day, but she didn't expect it to come.
She never thought that the prince would die, but she didn't expect that the prince would die.
"Miss, the prince is dead, you can't have anything to do." The palace maid stood up and pulled the princess, and took her away without saying a word, "Let's go quickly, let's go quickly."
"We can't leave anymore." The princess said, looking sad. "As soon as the prince got into trouble, someone came over. This is not a coincidence. This is a premeditation. This is to eradicate the roots-"
"We can escape." The palace maid shouted, hugging the crown princess' arm and dragging it outwards, "We can escape."
The Crown Princess was pulled out of the tent by her. The tent was full of fire, crying, running people everywhere, and dead bodies everywhere-
In front of the swords and swords, black clouds rolled in the fire, pressing from the horizon, from all directions, with nowhere to escape.
"Save the Crown Princess, save the Crown Princess." The palace maid shouted, "Protect the car, protect the car--"
But everyone was running for life frantically, no one paid attention to it.
Protect the car, the prince has already left and has no car to protect!
"Your Highness." The palace maid turned back in tears, "Don't be afraid, the third son, the third son will definitely come to save you."
Yan Fang, a smile appeared on the calm face of the Crown Princess.
"Yes, I'm not afraid, Yan Fang is there." She said, in the dark night, her originally wooden eyes shining brightly, "I won't-"
Before she could finish her words, a cold light roared in the darkness of the fire in front of her.
The palace maid screamed and reached out to hug the princess.
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A series of cold lights pierced the dark clouds, and the dark night was torn apart in a trance.
The dark clouds scattered, but condensed again the next moment.
"Protect the Third Prince!" Lord Zhao shouted sternly.
The third prince rode on the horse and was stained with a lot of blood. He also ended up killing people. It was so pleasant to kill, but he was about to enter the hunting ground and could even burn and kill him at will, but he was split behind him.
"Who is that?" he scolded, raising his hand to wipe the blood from his face.
Why do you feel like there are people in front and behind, fighting everywhere?
He couldn't tell who was killing whom!
The chaos in front of him was getting closer and closer, and an arrow penetrated through layers of people and horses and shot him. Fortunately, my uncle was always following him, stretched out his hand to drag him, and almost avoided him, and wiped his face.
Uncle Zhao was still scared, but his mind was also extremely clear.
His gaze looked back and a figure appeared in his sight.
"Yes, Xie Yanfang." He said.
The man rode a black horse, with his hair loose, and was wearing white clothes—to be precise, a white underwear, and seemed to have gotten up in his sleep without even changing his clothes.
He held a crossbow in his hand, a long sword behind his back, and a shield armor hung beside the black horse.
Chapter completed!