"If your last name wasn't Chen, I wouldn't even bother to say a word to you." Liu Xiaochuan looked so arrogant that Chen Guanlou wanted to punch him in the face. "Are you sure there is no rebellion? Is the source of the information reliable?" "Why would I lie to you? I can tell you with 100% certainty that there is no rebellion, and everything is just the old emperor's imagination." Liu Xiaochuan was very sure, and Chen Guanlou was half-believing and half-doubting. "Is the old emperor really poisoned?" Liu Xiaochuan obviously hesitated for a moment, "It seems, it seems, he was almost poisoned. Anyway, poison must have been found in Taiji Palace. I heard that the old emperor has been holding it in, and he has gone crazy. No one thought that he would actually mobilize troops to Beijing." "What about the prince?" "The prince is the biggest suspect. Even if the prince did not rebel, he will be tortured into confessing this time and bear the crime of rebellion. There is no hope! Since the Taifu was imprisoned, the prince has no hope. Do you want to go to the Marquis' Mansion to gather?" "No! What is the attitude of the Marquis' Mansion? Support the prince?"
"How to support? The eldest master is not in the capital, and he has no soldiers. Will he support with his life?" Liu Xiaochuan despised Chen Guanlou for asking such a stupid question. Chen Guanlou clenched his fists, "Did you hear all this from Manager Liu?" "Well, some of them are my own thoughts." Liu Xiaochuan smiled proudly. Chen Guanlou sneered and left decisively. The fog was peeled off, and all the doubts were answered. He went to visit his eldest sister. His eldest sister's family was safe. Su Dacheng was well-informed and arranged for the whole family to hide early to avoid the war. In this way, he felt relieved. But he did not rush back to the prison, but went home to eat a hot meal, changed his clothes, sat in the yard and prepared wine and waited quietly. In the second half of the night, Qi Wuxiu dragged his tired body over the wall and went in. "I'm so tired." He picked up the tea and gulped it into his mouth. Chen Guanlou looked at him and asked, "How many days have you been through?" Qi Wuxiu gestured with three fingers, "I've been through three days. Lend me a bed later. If you have anything, ask me quickly." After that, he yawned, tears came down, and he was so sleepy that he could fall asleep at any time. "What's the situation now? It's still a mess outside. The people from the Divine Weapon Camp are still wandering around the streets, killing people at will. Is there no one to control it?" "No one can control it." "What do you Jinyiwei do for a living?" "Haha!" Qi Wuxiu drank another cup of tea, and then said: "We are also in a difficult situation now. Without the order from the palace, we can't do anything." "Who is rebelling?" Chen Guanlou asked many people this question, and everyone had a different explanation. Qi Wuxiu was stunned, as if he was considering whether to tell the truth, "I can only tell you that the prince is imprisoned in the East Palace." "Where are the guards of the East Palace?" "They are guarding inside and outside the gates of the East Palace." "Anything else?" "The Divine Weapon Camp surrounded the entire East Palace."
"Didn't they fight?" "The prince stopped the guards of the East Palace. But no one can say whether they will fight in the end." Chen Guanlou lowered his eyes and thought deeply, his mood was indescribable. Such a crazy emperor, why didn't the court officials just take this opportunity to pull him down. Is there no one among the court officials who can convince those officers and soldiers to rebel? Is there no one who has the prestige to mobilize the army? "What is the attitude of the court officials? Just watch and continue to condone the Divine Artifact Camp to cause chaos in the capital? This is shaking the foundation, don't they know it?" "Don't ask me, I don't know anything. The court officials are now in the palace, just outside the gate of Taiji Palace. Your Majesty insisted on his own way and chopped off the heads of seven or eight officials in one breath. Alas..." After saying that, he swallowed a glass of wine in one gulp, feeling very depressed. "What does the old emperor want to do?" Chen Guanlou asked. "Abolish the prince!" Qi Wuxiu sighed, his expression numb, his eyes desperate and made people want to cry. "If it goes on, I'm worried that the prince's party will be killed by your majesty." He said sadly, unable to bear to look directly. This job is exhausting, but there is nothing he can do. "Why is it so? Has His Royal Highness the Crown Prince committed an unforgivable crime that he must be deposed?" "I don't know. I have only heard a few words about many of the inside stories. What exactly is going on here will probably never be known to the world." Qi Wuxiu fell asleep, frowning in his sleep. Chen Guanlou looked to the north, toward the direction of the palace. In the darkness before dawn, he came to the outskirts of the palace like a bat, squatting on the roof, not daring to move. He could not sense the breath of a master, but he was sure that there was more than one master in the palace. Qi Wuxiu told him clearly that there was a master in the East Palace who was responsible for protecting the safety of the crown prince. There were also masters outside the East Palace who were responsible for guarding the crown prince. There must be a master around the old emperor. The old emperor was so afraid of death that he felt uneasy without a master guarding him. He looked in the direction of the Taiji Palace, where no less than a hundred civil and military officials were kneeling, all begging the old emperor to take back his order and not to be stubborn. It seems that the effect is very bad and counterproductive. Because he smelled the stench of corpses coming from the direction of Taiji Palace. The ministers were beheaded, but the bodies were not dealt with. They were placed outside the gate of Taiji Palace to shock the ministers. Indeed, some ministers could not stand the scene and fainted on the spot, silently withdrawing from the palace coercion. "Does it look good?" A clear voice sounded from behind. Chen Guanlou felt his hair stand on end, and cold sweat on his forehead was like a waterfall, and his whole body was soaked. Grandmaster! He really shouldn't have come to the palace. He really didn't think he was dying fast enough. The person came to him silently, but he didn't notice it at all. His heart was beating like thunder. He didn't even dare to look back. He kept a stiff posture. His throat creaked like rusty metal. He uttered a sentence with difficulty, "I feel very sad!" "Sad? Yes, it's really sad! But I can't do anything about it." The voice was erratic. It was behind him one second and seemed to be above his head the next second. Chen Guanlou maintained a stiff posture. At this moment, he really didn't dare to move. Even though sweat fell like heavy rain and his eyebrows were itchy, he didn't dare to reach out and wipe it.
"Are you nervous?" "The junior was impulsive and bumped into the senior. I was afraid and uneasy." "Are you afraid that I will kill you?" "Yes!" "You are honest. You are a strange person. Did you have a strange encounter or a special practice? It doesn't look like a hidden vein." Chen Guanlou was facing a great enemy. The real test has just arrived. "You are so nervous, are you afraid that I will covet your skills? Ridiculous!" His tone suddenly became stern, and the air around him became thick and viscous, as if it had substance, making it difficult to breathe. Chen Guanlou said quickly: "No! I am afraid that I will say something wrong and offend you." "You are very quick-witted." "You are too kind, senior!" Chen Guanlou was sweating profusely, and there was a water stain on the tile on his forehead.