"Seventy-one of the palace guards died, twenty-two of the imperial masters fought to the death, and six secret guards died. The price was the death of fifty assassins who came to assassinate, but Nan Hen was also seriously injured." Mo Zhilan wrote the secret report.
The text was told to Feng Xizi, then he shook his head and sighed: "Xuan Ling Yu is dead and the net is broken. I'm afraid all this was originally meant to deal with me. Nan Hen was just a last resort after his plan failed."
Feng Xizi remembered the scene where Mo Zhilan let Xuan Ling go, and a feeling of guilt arose spontaneously.
Maybe, if she hadn't been there that day, Mo Zhilan would have killed Xuan Ling, and Mo Nanhen, who was far away in the imperial capital, would not have been harmed.
At this moment, the only way to remedy the situation is to leave for the Imperial Capital to save Mo Nanhen and protect the world.
Since Xuan Ling dared to assassinate Mo Nanhen, he must have another plan. He just hoped that if they went back this time, they could stop everything from happening... Gently stroking his belly, Feng Xizi felt an extremely strong ominous premonition.
It had already hit her heart.
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With Feng Xizi, who was nearly six months pregnant, Mo Zhilan did not dare to hurry up. Even at the fastest speed to ensure Feng Xizi's safety, it took him five days to reach the imperial capital.
The carriage, surrounded by secret guards and bodyguards, passed directly past the Prince Regent's Palace and stopped in front of the palace gate.
Mo Zhilan showed his token to the attendants guarding the palace, and the carriage entered the palace without any hindrance, running quickly among the green bricks and glazed glass, and finally arrived at the Zichen Palace.
Mo Zhilan jumped off the carriage, helped Feng Xizi out, and entered the Zichen Palace together.
In the Zichen Palace, the silk gauze was hanging down, and the palace maids and attendants bowed their heads in silence, no one dared to make another sound.
Mo Zhilan and Feng Xizi quickly crossed the gate of Zichen Hall and met Lu Ming outside the inner hall.
Lu Ming was Mo Nanhen's personal attendant. When he saw Mo Zhilan and Feng Xizi, he immediately ignored the gap in the past and knelt on the ground with a thud. He actually sobbed: "I see the prince and princess, prince, you are finally back."
Got it!"
Mo Zhilan helped Lu Ming up and asked, "How is your Majesty?"
Lu Ming lowered his head, shook his head, and cried: "Your Majesty, he has been holding on tight, waiting for the prince to come back..."
Feng Xizi felt a stabbing pain in her back. By saying this, Lu Ming was telling them that Mo Nanhen's time was running out!
Mo Zhilan let go of Lu Ming and rushed to the inner hall of Zichen Hall without looking back. Feng Xizi stroked her waist and followed Mo Zhilan quickly until the door of the inner hall was opened.
In the inner hall of Zichen Hall, the silk gauze is hanging down, and it is as warm as spring, but there is a pungent medicinal smell, as if the entire temple has been soaked in medicinal materials.
A weak cough came from behind the silk gauze. Mo Zhilan's handsome face was calm, his eyes were calm, and his whole person was surprisingly calm. He just walked for a moment, finally brushed aside the layers of gauze, and saw the person in front of the bed.
screen.
The screen is carved with jade and painted. Through the screen, you can vaguely see a slender figure sitting on the huge dragon couch.
"Your Majesty, you must hold on. I have sent someone to inform the Prince Regent that he will come back to see you soon... You... you must see the Prince Regent..." The soft and beautiful voice was full of sadness.
His tone sounded like he was trying to suppress something and didn't want to be discovered.
"Zi Mo... I... can I still wait until the emperor's uncle comes back... comes back?" The subtle, almost inaudible voice, intermittent, will at any time become a candle in the wind, a lonely wax in the rain, and the voice of the nine-five-year-old master in the past.