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Chapter 222 News

"Your Majesty!" Suyun's somewhat urgent voice sounded from the bedside: "The Marquis was outside begging to see your Majesty, saying that the stepmother left a letter from home and secretly went to Jiangbei to look for the Holy King.

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Si Ningchi: "..."

The little sleepiness she had just felt was completely gone. She stretched out her hand to lift the bed curtains with a headache. She frowned and looked at Suyun and said, "When did it happen?"

Su Yun was also at a loss and replied carefully: "Just now, everyone in the Hou Mansion was frantic with anxiety. They had already sent people to track down Naihe. Then news of Cheng Yuanhou's rebellion came out. How could those guards in the Hou Mansion get in?"

Jiangbei."

"The Marquis broke into the palace gate all night to beg the Emperor, and Mrs. Liu also came. She was crying outside and begging the Queen for her decision..." Su Yun said and silently glanced at Si Ningchi.

"She is really capable of doing this..." The rebels in Jiangbei rebelled. Si Qionglian sacrificed his life for love and wanted to save the Holy King?

Is she the only one there to save people?

Si Ningchi raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. He really didn't understand what kind of brain circuit this was...

She pondered for a long time before raising her head and saying: "Get dressed up for me and go to Xuanming Hall."

The Dog Emperor cannot be allowed to face these things alone. Zhao Zongheng was already troubled by the rebellion of Marquis Cheng Yuan. Si Yirong was still calling to save his precious daughter. If Si Qiong was attacked by Marquis Cheng Yuan first,

It would be troublesome to find it in one step.

After all, the news just came out in the capital that Si Qionglian is the concubine of the Holy King who has not yet entered the palace. If Marquis Cheng Yuan tries to use this to stimulate the Holy King to show up, things will be much more difficult.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" On the palace road at the entrance of Fengwu Palace, several young eunuchs blocked Mrs. Liu from getting closer. When Si Ningchi left the palace gate, she heard Mrs. Liu's excited shouts.

Si Ningchi was tired of even looking at her, so he sat on the phoenix chariot and raised his hand and said, "Let's go."

Mrs. Liu watched with her own eyes as Si Ningchi sat on the phoenix chariot. The joy that had just risen in her heart disappeared in an instant. She jumped around anxiously and angrily, shouting loudly: "Queen, help me! Lian'er is your sister, you can't

Just sit back and ignore it!"

The woman's shouts were harsh to the ears. There were many palace maids and eunuchs poking their heads around the Fengwu Palace to watch the excitement. They couldn't help but frown at Mrs. Liu's movements.

"Then Mrs. Liu doesn't care?" After walking so far, she could still hear Mrs. Liu's crying. Suyun raised her head and looked at Si Ningchi and asked in a low voice.

"Kick me out of the palace." Si Ningchi closed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "This is such a shameful thing, I am upset when I see it."

"Yes." Su Yun lowered his head and responded, turning his head slightly to signal to the little eunuch beside him. The little eunuch quickly responded and turned around.

The lights in Xuanming Hall were brightly lit. Standing outside the hall door, you could hear the sound of inkstones being smashed and bowls being smashed inside. Si Ningchi walked forward without stopping. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the person rolling to his feet.

A writing brush.

There were people kneeling down in the hall, and Si Yirong was among them, still begging the emperor for help.

"The Queen." The low air pressure in the room made the servants afraid to express their anger. Wang Chengxiang was sweating on his forehead. Seeing the Queen's arrival, he suddenly seemed to have seen a savior and hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.
"Your Majesty, watch your step..." Couldn't Wang Chengxiang carefully lead the Empress to approach the broken tea bowl that fell on the floor?


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