Gu Tingfang moved very quickly, and in just one night, the order of troops was completed.
Overnight, the whole of Yin seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Prince Yin was stabbed by Crown Prince Donglin, and the dagger was poisoned. Your Majesty felt grateful that King Donglin was stationed in Donglin and had worked so hard, so he asked him to hand over the antidote, so that the big thing could be turned into a small matter.
But this poison has nothing to do with Ling Ziyan, and no matter what, the antidote cannot be handed over.
Therefore, the king was furious and immediately sent troops to the east.
Ling Ziyan was sitting in the cell, wearing prison clothes. He was sitting on the withered grass, his eyes were distracted.
Your Majesty has never tolerated the vassal king, but now that he failed to frame and humiliate the noble concubine, he did this again.
Ling Ziyan raised his head and sighed deeply.
Sure enough, he was still too impulsive. If he had known this, he should have listened to Mr. Ming and not asked more questions, let alone communicate with Yin Luzhu privately.
He really didn't expect that someone would risk his own life for a purpose.
Gu Tingfang had few elite soldiers and generals in his hands. In just one month, Donglinji was completely defeated.
The king of Donglin and his wife were also escorted to Yin.
When Gu Tingfang heard the news, she immediately came to the Palace of Prince Chu Xiang.
In the palace of Prince Xiang of Chu, hundreds of locust trees are in full bloom, some are half stone and clumsy, or some are leaning against the water. The graceful branches supporting the wind, and the petals full of fragrance, do not need to be touched by pen and ink, but they are full of poetic flavor.
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He arrived at Feng'an Hall with familiarity, but happened to see King Yin Jing of Chu Xiang coming out.
He lowered his head, as if he was much older, his hair was graying, and the haggardness on his face was even more obvious.
Gu Tingfang's cheerful steps hesitated for a moment.
At Yin Ping's signal, Yin Jingchao raised his eyes and looked over.
When he saw Gu Tingfang, he quickly bowed his head and saluted, "I pay my respects to you, Your Majesty."
"You don't need to be polite, Your Majesty. I came here alone to see Prince Yin. Is he feeling better?"
"Sigh." Yin Jingchao sighed again, "Even Ji Yanchen can't untie this poisonous overbearing power. It's said to be... more dangerous than good."
"..." Gu Tingfang was in a daze for a moment, "What did the prince say?"
This is just Yin Luzhu using his own body to find a way to disintegrate Donglin. How could he really be sick?
How could someone as cunning as him really let himself get hurt?
"Your Majesty." Yin Jingchao looked at him, his voice choked with sobs, "Lu Zhu, I can't do it anymore."
Yin Jingchao closed his eyes in pain. He was once a whimpering wolf outside the Great Wall, with domineering ambition and pride.
Nowadays, the mountains and rivers are still the same. What has changed is the dynasty and personnel affairs of the generation. Those heroes who rose to prominence gradually took off their shirts or left their horses in Nanshan. The stories of those years when they were competing in the world have become the gossip of fishermen and woodcutter after drinking. What he wants now is very simple: Lu Lu is safe and the palace is glorious.
But if he could only choose one thing between the two, he hoped Lulu would do well.
Gu Tingfang felt that her heart was sinking little by little, and there was a dull pain somewhere in her heart.
Some feelings are unfamiliar even to myself;.
When he reacted, he had already entered the hall.
The hall is filled with the smell of medicine, and even the smell of agarwood cannot cover it up.
He saw that the person on the bed had his eyebrows tightly closed and his lips pursed into a straight line without a trace of blood. He looked exactly the same as the day he was injured...