Chapter 1052

"What happened in the palace?" Zhong Mingwei's face was congealed and said, "if you are really in critical condition, you must announce me and Prince Rong to enter the palace at the first time. How can you get Zhou Youan's unbridled?"

"Ye, Zhou Youan is Prince Rong's man. He must have been ordered by Prince Rong to enter the Imperial Palace in such a big way," Pang Yi said nervously on his face. "Ye, Prince Rong is afraid of forcing the palace."

The hand that fasten a belt is suddenly stiff, Zhong Mingwei is in situ Leng Leng Leng, then suddenly turn around, to the beautiful bud in tent way: "wench, change clothes quickly come out, we are going out of Beijing now."

"Good." Their conversation, Meiya heard clearly, naturally knew that the capital was going to have a big event, and she did not ask much at the moment, so she had to get out of bed and change clothes quickly.

Zhong Mingwei hurriedly came to the study and saw that Kong Wenmin and Kong Wenjie had been anxiously turning around in the room. The two brothers watched Zhong Mingwei come in and hurriedly went up: "my Lord, Prince Rong forced the palace suddenly. I'm afraid it's not good. In order to protect my Lord and his wife, I'd like to ask my Lord and his wife to leave Beijing quickly!"

"Yes, the capital can't stay any longer," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, looking at Kong Wenjie. "It seems that Jiang Jinwan is a prince Rong."

"Yes, my subordinates have thought of it, but I didn't expect Prince Rong's movement to be so fast," Kong Wenjie said with a face. "Now Prince Rong has taken control of the royal forest army. The situation in the palace is not good, and I don't know if the royal guards can hold up until dawn, if not..."

Kong Wenjie is right. Zhong Mingzheng dare to force the palace suddenly. He must have been prepared in the early morning. Now the palace gate is in the hands of the royal guards. The whole palace has become Zhong Mingzheng's bag. The royal guards have no preparation at all, and their manpower is scattered. They can't resist the royal guards. They are afraid that the news of the death of the emperor and the accession of the new emperor will come out before dawn At that time, the gate of the palace will open again, which is another world. Even if there is any doubt about the garrison outside the city and the forces of all walks of life, what will happen?

Fang Zhiheng pesters. The continuous sick bed is not a day or two. The last few days are just a series of bloody coma. Sooner or later, the death is a matter of time. It's said that it's also a matter of time for Prince Rong to be located. So who is the accountant one day later? However, there must be no lack of the old man who is full of benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith in the court. As soon as you are sure to find out, just as these old men's lives can be left to the new emperor to sacrifice the flag, the whole court hall will be filled with the smell of blood. Naturally, all the courtiers can learn to control their tongues.

"Sir, we can't wait any longer," said Kong Wenmin, frowning. "The news we just got is that Prince Wurong's men and horses have gone to Beijing secretly. It seems that they are going to take over the mansion of the royal family and important officials. I'm afraid that once Fu has checked it, Prince Anshun's mansion will be the first one to suffer. Sir, if we don't go, it's too late."

"Wen Min, go to the wind and rain separation yard now, connect Mr. Chen and Miss Gu, and join us at the southwest corner of the capital, where there are people we put in," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, turning his face to Kong Wenjie again. "Wen Jie, you can go to the palace to see if you can save the lady Hui from the Huanyi Bureau."

"Yes! Yes, I do! " At present, Kong Wenmin and his brothers bow to take the lead, and then they leave in a hurry.

"I'll make arrangements for you. I have to go now!" Pang Yi also hurriedly backed out.

"Mingwei, I've got everything ready!" After Kong Wenmin and the three of them quit, Meiya rushes in. She looks at Zhong Mingwei with a solemn face and knows that he is confused. Just like him at this moment, she sips her dry lips and whispers out her worries. "Mingwei, will Prince Rong give birth to the long live?"