Sima Hui stood on the hall with a long jade body, dark face, slender eyes slightly squinted, high cheekbones, sharp eyes and a stern face. The sword eyebrows lightly frowned on the tough outline, like a divine residence in the dark.

He drew the saber from his waist and raised it, his pine green robe was slightly rolled up, like the majestic feathers of an eagle.

All the people immediately knelt down, their bodies almost lying on the ground: "Long live the king!"

Behind the man, there was a dark night.

He silently looked around the hall full of corpses, looked at the ministers who had been tempted by Sima Rong to stand behind him, looked at the killed prefects and prime ministers, and the concubines who had fallen in a pool of blood.

Finally, his sharp eyes fixed on Sima Rong's body.

The hall was so silent, as if a needle could be heard.

Qingyun knows that the rest is what the winner does to the loser, killing, plucking, exile, imprisoning...

Of course, if there is a penalty, there will be a reward, and all those who have done meritorious service in this palace change must be rewarded.

Qingyun suddenly felt a deep boredom. She didn't want Sima Hui to have an accident, but she didn't want to watch it.

She has seen enough.

Qingyun stood up, "My lord, can you let the little prince come out first?"

During the fight, she took the little prince and hid behind the dragon chair. Now Sima Hui stood there majestic and majestic, and she could not justify it next to the dragon chair.

Sima Hui asked quickly: "Where is the little prince hiding?"

Qingyun pointed his finger under the dragon chair.

A smile flashed across Sima Hui's stern face. He bent down and looked under the dragon chair, but did not see the little prince.

"Yu'er!" He yelled.

"Father, is it safe?" A tender voice came from inside.

Sima Hui's heart was hot, and he motioned to the next-body servant to release the little prince.

The queen kneeling down let out a long sigh of relief.

Qing Yun took the Qiu Shui sword and walked to Sima Rong's side. Qiu Shui sword was placed on his neck: "King Yi, return my son to me!"

Sima Hui was taken aback: "Why, Qing'er is gone?"

Qingyun nodded: "Yes, Xiaojing is injured and the child is gone. King Yi, you have already lost, and that is my child, it has nothing to do with the king, you can't use him to threaten the king."

Sima Hui glanced at Qingyun, his eyes darkened, and he walked to Sima Rong, "Sima Rong, did you **** that kid?"

Sima Rong just sneered.

Sima Hui said, "I didn't want to hurt your family, but now you want to use your child to threaten this king, so don't blame me for being polite!"

Sima Rong raised his head and said: "No, I didn't want to kidnap her child. The origin of her child is unknown. Only the little prince I want to kidnap."

Qingyun didn't believe it: "My son is gone, who else was it that you kidnapped?"

Sima Rong said, "Tonight, the people from Daxing have also arrived at the palace to assist this king in the incident."

Qingyun stepped back a few steps, yes, there were indeed two groups of people chasing and killing them.

Sima Hui helped Qingyun and said: "Don't worry, I will find someone to search the palace, and send a secret whistle to Daxing to inquire. Now I haven't seen Qinger... It means he is okay."

Qingyun's face was pale and her heart was flustered. She always thought that Sima Rong had kidnapped Qing'er.

She knew that Sima Hui still had a lot to do, and said, "My lord, it's all right now. Can Qingyun be allowed to return to the palace first?"

Sima Hui nodded and agreed, and ordered Yan San and Wan Jun to follow her.

Qingyun returned to the Yilan Temple, simply dealt with the injury on his leg, took the horse, and ordered Yan San and Wan Jun to take a few people and start looking for Ling Ziqing.

Sima Hui has ordered the servants and guards to search the palace.

Qingyun took Yan San and Wan Jun to the outside of the palace.

The sky was about to dawn, Qingyun was not sleepy. The injured leg was numb.

The cold wind was bitter, and the brilliance of the torch illuminated the night sky. Qingyun walked along the grass and ravines, looking little by little by the city wall.

Yan San and Wan Jun took the guards and looked for them separately. Everyone did not speak. They looked at the lame and thin woman. She faced the bravery and boldness of the rebels on the court. Now seeing her bleak and helpless figure, they Feeling uncomfortable, I just want to find her child quickly.

The sky will be bright, the darkest hour of the day and the coldest hour of the day, there is still no whereabouts of Ling Ziqing.

Qingyun stood there looking at the chaotic world outside the palace. Perhaps, Huo Jingyun was taken away by others, and the child must have been taken back to Yuncheng Palace.

She was exhausted, her legs twitched, and her injured leg was painful like a needle stick.

She was dizzy and fell into a warm and hard embrace.

"Qingyun, go back with me and rest for a while. If you go down, your leg will be ruined. I let them find it. It's dawn. I sent a lot of people. Now they are looking for it inside and outside the palace. They will definitely find it."

Qingyun's face was pale and lips were blue. Sima Hui wrapped Qingyun with his cloak, forcibly held her in his arms, and turned on his horse.

Someone ran over behind him: "My lord, there is news from the little son!"

Qing Yun raised his head abruptly, and Sima Hui stopped: "What news?"

The guard handed a piece of cloth up: "A person was killed over there, and this piece of cloth was found on his body."

Sima Hui looked at it, and it said: "Save the child and return it someday!"

"Save it? Return it?" Sima Hui handed the banner to Qingyun. "It looks like someone robbed the child and was rescued."

Qingyun was shocked holding the cloth strip!

Although this handwriting was scribbled and simple, it looked like Ling Chen's words, the top of the word, and Qing Yun was very familiar with it.

"Where did you find this note?" Qing Yun asked.

"It's over there!" The guard pointed to the clearing in the distance.

Sima Hui had already fought, and walked to the side of the corpse. Qingyun got off the horse and took a look at the man's wound. The wound was thin and deep.

Qingyun was not sure whether other swords would leave such a sword mouth, but what she could be sure of was that the Canglong Sword would leave such a sword wound.

Qingyun kept looking at the note in her hand, and the cold wind hit her hand that was red with cold, but there was a smile on her mouth.

Sima Hui said: "In this case, it seems that this child is not worried for the time being. I don't know who rescued the child. He can keep this note. The child is definitely not in danger. We will visit and listen slowly, but now, you must Go back to rest."

Sima Hui once again hugged Qingyun on the horse and beat the horse back to the palace.

After the palace change, the palace was full of devastation, everyone was busy, Qingyun returned to Yilan Temple.

Sima Hui lets people prepare hot soup and hot water.

Qing Yun said: "Brother, you should take a break too. Now that the chaos has just passed, there must be many things to be dealt with in the palace, not to mention that so many people have died. Concubine Xue's father is dead, the White Prefect was killed, and the queen I was also frightened. There are a lot of people you want to reassure, so here I am, you don’t have to come here, I’m fine."

Qingyun understands who he is.

Sima Hui patted her hand: "Then you take a good rest, I will find the child, don't worry."

He took two steps and then turned around and said: "There is one thing you are wrong. If King Yi threatens me with Qing'er, it can threaten me as well!"

He finished speaking and left.

Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and understood what he meant. Qingyun told King Yi that his children could not threaten Sima Hui, but Sima Hui did not agree.

Qingyun smiled, although he felt a little childish, his heart was still warm.

Xiaojing had already woke up, and Sima Hui sent the latest maid and maid to Yilan Hall. Qingyun made a simple arrangement, drank the soup, took a bath, and fell asleep.

It's noon when I wake up again.

Qingyun woke up and saw two imperial doctors standing in the yard. The lady of the court, Xiaoping, hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Madam, the king sent an imperial doctor over here. I want to show my wife a leg injury."

Qingyun got up, cleaned up, and the imperial doctor cleaned her wound again and used the best wound medicine. Xiaojing's injury has been seen, and it is OK.

Qingyun used lunch and asked the maid to move a stool to sit in the yard for a while.

Xiaoping put a cloak on her, and then gave her a hand stove: "Madam, just sit for a while, the doctor ordered not to move."

There was a loud noise from outside.

Qingyun was frightened and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong outside?"

The waiter who had just entered said: "The Haitang Palace Empress was frightened and crazy. She scratched her face..."

"I scratched myself?" Qingyun was shocked.

"Yes."

"Where is the king?" Qingyun didn't know what happened again.

"It's also there," the servant said.

Qingyun got up and stood up, thinking about it, and then lying down.

This is his harem, what is she going to do.

But the voice should be in Sima Hui's Qingsong Hall, because the Yilan Hall where she lives is very close to Qingsong Hall.

The voice that came was harsh and desperate.

Is she crazy? Scared? That woman didn't look like a woman who could be frightened. Sima Rong's sword pointed at her like that and didn't shake her.

Qingyun thought that she knew medicine and might be able to help her.

She stood up and put on her cloak and walked out: "Let's go and see."

Yan San stopped her: "Madam, the king ordered, let Madam feel at ease..."

Qingyun said, "I'll go see the king."

She left the Yilan Hall and saw many guards around the gate of Qingsong Hall.

Why are there so many guards?

A servant had already lifted the sedan chair, and Qingyun entered the sedan chair.

When he arrived at the Qingsong Palace, Qingyun got off the sedan chair. No one paid attention to her. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the woman in front.

Qingyun watched Sima Hui standing there, with the Queen Pearl standing beside him.

Not far in front of them, a woman with disheveled hair, her white coat had long been stained with blood red, and the blood on her hands had dried hard, purple as black as ink.

Her face was pale like a piece of paper, but her cheeks were sickly flushed, and a slender scar on her left cheek twisted into a hideous bunch. It is Xue Fei Cheng Xue, the woman who favors the sixth house. Sima Hui's favorite woman.

She stood there alone, behind the tall palace wall, like a pile of emerald mountains, standing there toweringly, like a cover.

Qingyun didn't understand what happened. Last night, she desperately protected the dragon charm of Sima Hui in the hall last night, and even her father was killed by Sima Rong. She did not waver. Why is she so desperate today?

"Sima Hui! Why do you treat me like this? Why?" She was full of tears, but still smiling at the corners of her lips, her voice was dull and stern and ghostly: "Why did I believe you? I use my life. Protecting a fake dragon talisman also killed my father!"

Sima Hui was dressed in a bright yellow brocade, with obsidian-like eyes that seemed transparent, but contained all his emotions, not even the slightest fluctuation.

"Why? Why lie to me? The previous ones, those words, those love, those days and nights, those vows, are all false?" She flushed.

Qingyun felt sad. When a woman asks her lover "why", most of the man doesn't love her. This was her experience when she was Lan Ling.

Sima Hui was silent for a long time, and replied in a cold voice: "Yes."

Concubine Xue shook her body. She propped her sword on the ground and barely stood still: "You marry me not only because I look like someone, but because of the pearl, right?"

Sima Hui did not answer, he looked at her: "Xue'er, if you want, you can still stay with this king, this king will not treat you badly, you are still the master of this Haitang Palace, except for the position of the queen, This king can still enter your position, you can do whatever you want, as long as you want."

Concubine Xue sneered: "Sima Hui, do you know how many medicines I have taken in the past three years in order to have a child of yours? I never thought it was you, but you gave me the medicine. Why did you treat me like this!? My father is domineering, but he has never been unfaithful to you!"

Sima Hui frowned slightly. He stood there, with the sun behind him, and the light shone over him, noble and Ling Ran, as if others were like grass in front of him.

The sword in her hand didn't seem to support her dilapidated body, and she fell to the ground with a bang.

Concubine Xue slowly squatted down and picked up the sword on the ground. One of her hands was injured and she was wrapped in thick gauze. Seeing the blood stains all over her body, she seemed to have injuries on her body. She didn't shake it several times. Pick up the sword. The guards looked at her alertly, and the archers pointed at her.

Sima Hui stretched out his hand to stop the archer, his eyes deep: "What do you want? What do you want, this king promises you. If you don't want to stay in the palace, this king will let you go. You go, you don't like others. Constraint, you once said that you don't like life in this palace, you go, you go out of the palace. Sun Lu, let her go!"

"Go? I will give you everything! I killed my father, I want revenge! I hate you! I want to kill you!"

"Good." Sima Hui's voice was cold.

Qingyun could see Sima Hui's arm trembling slightly. Concubine Xue, there is a rumor that Sima Hui's favorite woman, this arrogant woman, is Sima Hui really so cruel to her?

Concubine Xue dragged her sword and slowly staggered over.

The queen grabbed Sima Hui's clothes tightly: "My lord, my lord, she is crazy, she is already crazy..."

Sima Hui held Mingzhu's hand, pulled Mingzhu behind him, and stood motionless.

When Concubine Xue saw the Pearl that he was cautiously hiding behind her, she suddenly understood how her heartbreak was.

She remembers that when Mingzhu entered the palace, there was no ceremony, she had no prominent background, and she did not attract anyone's attention. Later, Mingzhu became pregnant, and within three months she was promoted to queen from the waiter. She cut off the thoughts of many ministers. At the same time, she also had to face too many swords and arrows in the harem.

Later, she also entered the palace. She was the daughter of the prime minister, capable of literary and military skills, and her appearance was also outstanding.

After entering the palace, she was favored by the king alone, no one can compare. Those swords and arrows gradually turned to her. She has never been afraid.

That dragon talisman is the king’s life and wealth. He said that he can rest assured only by putting it with her. Such a big trust makes her willing to be broken into pieces...