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The Ninth Prince urged Eunuch Liang to go quickly, and was eager to ask Mingxiluo to call his father, but suddenly he was a little shameless. If that misunderstanding, with Mingxiluo Le's personality, wouldn't he think he was disrespectful to the old man, and he couldn't help calling Eunuch Liang back: "Are you sure you are?"

Eunuch Liang looked at the serious expression of the Ninth Prince and couldn't help but shake his head. He was not sure who dared to make this guarantee.

"That wasn't you said last time!"

"Slave... I can only say that I saw the Lord looking at the carriages and horses of the East Palace several times today."

That is to say, it may be true? But the Ninth Prince still doesn't want to give up his face in front of Ming Xiluo. After all, "It may be because of the situation of the prince?" After all, the interests of both sides are tied together, right?

If the prince said that...

"Forget it, forget it, go call it!"

"Is the servant gone?" Eunuch Liang made a decision again. He was worried that he would go. The prince found that it was not, so he exhaled all his anger on him.

"Go! Go quickly!"

...

The garrison is deserted and crowded under the night. There are only camps stationed not far away, one by one, one by one, and one by one, as bright as the cemetery where the lights are most lit up.

Ming Xiluo wore an unchanged official robe, just like all the ministers who met the prince: "Subordinates meet the prince, and the prince looks for the ministers."

Wu Xun felt that the title of prince was too unfamiliar and couldn't help but look like the prince.

The Ninth Prince turned around, expecting and looking forward to it. Seeing his reluctant look, he also looked a little bit on his face and said in a serious tone: "The emperor's body has been delayed for a while, and it is not easy to last until now.

Ming Xiluo didn't say anything, everyone knew about this: "..."

The Ninth Prince was furious when he saw him indifferently, but when he thought that although he was his uncle, the two had never had contact with each other and were not close to each other: "I mean, the prince is in poor health and is young. On the day of the emperor's funeral, you can be there on behalf of Liang Gongxu."

"Prince, the humble minister is a minister of the Eastern Palace, so he will definitely be present."

"You know what I mean!"

"I can only abide by my duty."

The Ninth Prince took a deep breath, turned around and endured him with his hands behind his back: "You think you can win by your current strength!"

Ming Xiluo looked as usual. If you look closely, you will find that he has not moved his steps since he came in: "Only not, of course, but it is still possible to survive. If you look at it in five or ten years, you may not be able to fight with the Ninth Prince."

The Ninth Prince snorted coldly: "I imagine if I take action now-"

"I am waiting for the prince's decision."

The Ninth Prince was almost angry at this unstoppable rebel. Now he finally realized the misfortune of the family, why did I kill my son?

But even this feeling, the Ninth Prince was also faintly happy and comfortable, but he still pretended to be very eye-catching on the surface: "You open your mouth! The wound on your arm has not healed yet!"

Mingxiluo glanced at his arm, always looking humble, but his attitude was firm: "Thank you for your concern, this injury does not affect the Weichen's sword."

So, what he meant was that even if he faced his biological father, he would not change his original intention! He was his father, not his enemy!

Mingxiluo moved his injured arm, looking calm and seeking truth from facts.

Seeing this, the Ninth Prince became even more angry. He flipped his sleeves and instantly pulled out the knife of the guard next to him!

Ming Xiluo took a quick step back, let Iwagu's knife unsheathed without giving in, and quickly met the Ninth Prince's edge!

Wu Xun took a quick look, wanted to say something, and calmed down very quickly!

The blade collided quickly and disappeared again, and appeared quickly. The absolute power drew dazzling sparks in the dark night.

All the officials who saw this scene from afar hid in the tent.

The two of them fell rocks and sand among the swords and shadows! The dead leaves next to them were quickly rolled up and torn to pieces. In the swords and shadows, no one of them stopped.

The rainbow penetrates the sky, and the Ninth Prince's sword carrier Ling Lie's murderous aura attacks Mingxiluo! The director of the Baijiajia, he has received the most orthodox influence.

With his sharpness revealed, Ming Xiluo realized himself from the complexity, and only tried to be effective, claiming to be one row.

Under the night sky, the swords and shadows alternate rapidly, and the flying sand and stones rolled up more than half a foot high.

Yan Gu stood silently among the gravel and leaf chips.

General Wu was also calm and motionless.

The blade passed through the Ninth Prince’s ear!

The splashing dead leaves brushed over Mingxiluo's head like a sharp blade.

The wind rotates rapidly here, and the night seems to be stirred deep, and the strong wind and cold light that drives twisted through Yangu and General Wu's clothes.

The two of them stood in their own dark night, letting the blade sweep across their respective eyebrows motionless!

The Ninth Prince's sword was packed and fell to the ground with a bitter domineering aura.

Ming Xiluo's sword flew into Yangu's sheath with all its sharpness, with his eyebrows on his face, and he was not as elegant as usual.

The Ninth Prince looked at Mingxiluo, who was still proud of his heart, and left a deeper sigh after he was proud. If this child had been raised under his knees since he was a child, with his current talent, he would have gone to the next level. It depends on what moves he learned, and he would tease each other together, and he would have a good effect, but he would have done a good job: "Let's not talk about the matter of supporting the spirit for now."

"..." There is no need to talk about it.
Chapter completed!