"Then let's see who is one foot taller in Taoism and one foot taller in magic." Nangong Mo snorted disdainfully and looked up at the closed palace door in front of him. Hearing a "squeak", the heavy palace door was opened.
Come, a slender white figure walked out of it, it was Long Qingyue, followed by military advisor Ye Xiaosheng.
"What did my father say before he died?" one of the four princes asked immediately.
Long Qingyue sneered in her heart. When they heard that Nangong Shiwen was dead, they didn't cry, let alone take care of his funeral affairs. Instead, they asked about the imperial edict in the first sentence. This is the royal family, which is always the coldest.
Ruthless.
Ye Xiaosheng, who was behind him, stepped forward and said with a sad face: "The emperor did not have time to make a will before his death, and he passed away with only half of the imperial edict written."
After saying that, they unfolded the imperial edict in their hands, and the princes immediately straightened their necks and looked forward. They saw that in addition to the words in the front of the imperial edict, 'By heaven's blessing, the emperor decrees that the throne will be passed on to...', there was a piece of paper in the back.
It is blank. It does not indicate to whom the throne will be passed on.
For a moment everyone looked at each other.
Nangong Mo's face was gloomy and uncertain. The damn old guy didn't write a will. This was obviously because he didn't want to pass the throne to him on purpose. However, he didn't expressly pass it on to Nangong Yun. Suddenly, a flash of light disappeared in his eyes.
Since the father did not write anyone's name, it means whoever can grab the throne will own the throne!
The other four princes also thought of this level one after another, and their eyes suddenly shone brightly, all filled with pure greed.
With one move, his whole body was moved. Immediately, swords flashed, swords flashed, shouts shook the sky, blood spattered everywhere in the palace, and bows and crossbows flew.
Nangong Mo resisted the joint attack of the four princes on his own.
The sun was shining brightly, the wind was clear and the clouds were light, but in the past, this splendid palace was like a hell on earth, with rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.
The sun sets over the western mountains, the bright moon gradually rises, and the sky is filled with flames everywhere. The screams, screams, and clashing of swords are still fierce.
Long Qingyue stood at the door of the dormitory, looking at the brutal fighting in the square below, without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Ye Xiaosheng sighed, "What a sin!"
Nangong Mo and the four princes were evenly matched, no one got an advantage, and both sides suffered losses.
Suddenly, the palace door opened wide, and groups of troops wearing green armors, armed with spears and swords on their waists, swarmed in and quickly surrounded the four princes. Shen Ce, dressed in a bright red robe, stood out in the rich night.
As time went by, the deep blackness did not engulf him, but instead made him look even more evil.
"Second Prince, my rescue is late." Shen Ce walked up to Nangong Mo, cupped his hands and said.
When Nangong Mo saw Shen Ce coming, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Mr. Shen, you came just in time. Now with your help, these remnants can be cleared away soon." After a pause, he didn't forget to ask: "How is Nangong Yun?
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"Back to the second prince, Nangong Yun's soldiers and horses have been surrounded by our people. They can't rush in at all. I believe he will be killed soon." Shen Ce replied calmly, looking up at Long Qingyue above,
The corners of his lips curled up, and a cold smile bloomed on them.
Under the strong attack of Nangong Mo and Shen Ce, two of the other four princes were killed, one was captured, and the other was seriously injured.
Nangong Mo laughed loudly, "This country is mine! The entire Qinglong Kingdom is mine!" He looked at Ye Xiaosheng with a sinister and sharp look, stretched out his hand, "Bring the imperial edict and the jade seal!"