After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

In Xia Hong's opinion, the little fox had anticipated this day and had made full preparations.

Who knows, he might be in cahoots with Shen Jinmo.

Even Xia Yu, his own son, now wants to take his life.

But Xun Zhan is a smooth person and you can't really tell the power he holds from his appearance.

His eyes flickered to Xia Hong, who looked at Xia Yu: "Is it that Xiao Jiu doesn't believe in his father, or is it that Xiao Jiu, the male favorite, is trying to distance himself from the friendship between you and me, father and son?"

Xia Yu reached out his hand and interlocked his fingers with Xun Zhan's: "He is my husband, not a male concubine. I will marry him in the future."

The teacup that had not yet entered his throat was thrown directly at Xia Yu's feet. "What a joke! Even if we get married, he will still be a nobody. I can indulge Xiao Jiu in everything, but I won't allow this."

Her eyes were stubborn and her words were firm: "Father, love is not about high or low. I don't think that if I am with him, we will both be inferior."

"Master and I will definitely wait until the day when the world accepts us with normal eyes."

Not wanting to argue with Xia Yu about this nonsense, Xia Hong threatened directly: "Your mother is in the palace, are you sure you won't come with me to the palace today?"

Thinking of Zhong Yuanyuan, Xia Yu lowered his head and pursed his lips: "How about I go to the palace again tomorrow morning?"

discuss?

That is, the means are not hard.

Xia Hong waved his hand and said, "Come here, tie up the King Ming and bring him back to the palace for me."

Thinking of that old bastard Xun Xiang, Xia Hong's eyes flashed with ferocity.

"As for Xun Zhan, just kill him directly."

Xun Zhan suddenly pushed Xia Yu backwards, and when everyone was not paying attention, he stabbed the dagger that had been unsheathed and hidden in his sleeve deeply into Xia Hong's abdomen.

Hearing Xia Hong's cries of pain, the secret guards who had originally intended to attack the two men turned around and ran towards Xia Hong.

Xun Zhan curled his lips and smiled at Xia Yu, and the two of them quickly ran towards the mansion gate.

It's like running towards an extremely open and unrestrained future.

"Leave me alone, leave me alone. If you let them run away, I will take your head."

Upon hearing this, the secret guards scattered immediately. Some of them entangled with the guards of Prince Ming's Palace, while others quickly chased after Xia Yu and Xun Zhan.

After firing dozens of moves, the secret guards who had been staying in the courtyard began to slow down their movements.

Xun Zhan looked back and said, "Xiao Jiu, that knife thief was really fun. I'll take you to stab him again if we have a chance in the future."

The assassination of Xia Hong was intended to create chaos and to vent anger.

"Okay." He pulled Xun Zhan to avoid a sharp blade: "Be careful, don't be distracted."

The two of them successfully shook off the guards behind them and ran to the gate of the mansion, but they never expected that Xia Hong had been prepared and had left nearly twenty secret guards at the door.

Moreover, these secret guards were not affected by the medicine at all.

Xia Yu faced the secret guards head-on and fought with them. Xun Zhan was responsible for protecting himself while swinging his fists, kicking, and slashing at people with a knife.

This was the strategy they had urgently agreed upon the moment they heard the message from the servant.

If Xia Hong had a foolproof plan, he would not have gone to the step of personally coming to kidnap Xia Yu in the middle of the night.

If they don't gamble or resist, they will inevitably be caught and taken to the palace tonight.

It was a bit difficult to fight against these fearless secret guards. After two cups of tea, Xia Yu and Xun Zhan were both injured.

On the other side, Xia Hong, who had taken out the dagger from his body and bandaged it simply, walked to the courtyard with the help of a young eunuch.

After appreciating the two's embarrassment and effort for a while, Xia Hong said playfully: "Xiao Jiu, even if you kill Xun Zhan, I am still your father."

Xia Yu was extremely disgusted by his practice of taking advantage of others' weaknesses and forcing them to compromise, which had remained the same for ten years.

He lowered his head and smiled playfully, and the edge of the sword in his hand became sharper and sharper, revealing his intention to drag Xia Hong to death together with him.

Xun Zhan kicked a seriously injured secret guard away, and had more time to joke with Xia Yu.

"Xiao Jiu, find someone with better kung fu skills in your next life. You can only use me in this life."

After calming himself down, Xia Yu glared at Xun Zhan and said, "Shut up. I'll find you even if you don't know kung fu in the next life."

"Hehehe, Xiaojiu you are so nice."

Holding Xun Zhan's waist, Xia Yu jumped up and stabbed the sword in his hand straight at Xia Hong, whose defense was the weakest.

The young eunuch and Doctor Shu behind them saw that the war was directed at them and quickly crawled away.

Just as Xia Yu's sword was about to pierce Xia Hong's heart, the scattered secret guards began to gather again, and the original pursuit momentum turned into a defensive posture.

Compared to killing Xun Zhan, protecting their master is naturally more important.

As Xia Hongdong hid from place to place in a panic, the Ming Palace suddenly became a mess.

Xia Yu wants to kill Xia Hong, the secret guards want to protect Xia Hong, and the guards of Prince Ming's palace are chasing the secret guards.

This lasted for quite a while. Seeing that these secret guards had adapted to this style of fighting, Xia Yusheng, who had lost his home advantage, took a sword and decided not to fight anymore. He was extremely unethical and had no respect for face. He crouched and dodged everywhere under the cover of all the guards.

The more Xia Hong watched, the angrier he got: "Xia Yu, you rebellious son, how dare you kill your father?"

"Kill them all for me, whether it's Xun Zhan or Xia Yu, kill them all for me!"

The sounds of swords and roars overlapped inside the Ming Palace, and outside the Ming Palace, a carriage used exclusively by the emperor stopped steadily.

The five thousand imperial guards following behind the carriage quickly surrounded Prince Ming's palace.

Two secret guards carried a dragon-headed throne and placed it at the door. A tall and straight black figure walked out of the carriage and sat steadily on the throne.

With a slight raise of his hand, two hundred secret guards surrounded Xia Hong.

In just half a cup of tea, all the secret guards protecting Xia Hong were killed on the spot.

At this point, the last trump card Xia Hong held in his hand was completely wasted in front of him on the night when he thought he was about to turn the tide.

Looking down at the king who was dragged to the front by the royal guards, his eyes were full of grayness and dejection.

Without saying a word, Shen Jinmo gave Xia Hong enough time to see the current situation clearly.

Until he saw the hatred and murderous intent in Xia Hong's eyes, until he saw the blood seeping from the corners of Xia Hong's mouth again.

"Your Majesty, Shen Jinmute is here to take His Majesty back to the palace."

His voice was cold and his expression was fierce.

Shen Jinmo was extremely calm, not showing the slightest arrogance of a winner.

Each of them had countless visible and hidden injuries, and they lost more on the way than they have now.

They are accustomed to the hardships of the people's lives and are burdened with the expectations of their loved ones and the people of the world. The burden on their shoulders must be so heavy that they dare not stop for even a moment.

So, what is there to be excited about?

He raised his head and looked at Shen Jinmo without any imperial majesty.

At this moment, Xia Hong is no longer the king of a country. He has become the ant that he used to call himself who could be easily trampled to death by anyone.

He begged for forgiveness but received no relief. However, when he thought of Tian Ding, Doctor Shu, and the palace servants who still revered him, new hope began to grow in Xia Hong's heart.

The words uttered between death and life were trembling: "You...you...how did you get out?"