Chapter 131: Heart is tremble 7

"Wing Wang did not die, the lower official just received the news from the Beijing garrison stationed in the city gate. Wing Wang not only did not die, at this time led the 40,000 tiger army has entered the city, is coming to the palace." The Guards commander wiped the sweat that ran out at this time.
"God, that's great." The right fist slammed a fist, his face full of ecstasy.
"Che is not dead, haha, the widows know that Che is not so easy to die, but he is the most outstanding wing king of our day, haha." Xuanyuan Yideng music danced.
The group of ministers below, the right side of the party can not help but the left side is also secretly relieved.
Wing Wang is not dead, then the murder of the prince to murder the Wing King is not established, it will not be abandoned, it is good, really good.
"Wing Wang took the 40,000 Tigers into the city?" This fortunately came to the throat, he swallowed, and the left side of the pulse looked at each other.
What does it mean to take the army into the city? What is he going to do?
"Left phase?" Murong invincible suddenly came out.
The garrison commander took a slap in the mouth and said quickly: "I heard that I came back with Wing Wang. The Wing Wang ordered that the murderer who had already murdered him had been arrested.
With the military king, Murong invincible and right look at each other, slowly smiled, with the military and Wang Qingjun side, it seems that this time the left phase has never turned over.
The Minister of Culture and Civilization who can be mixed in such a position in the DPRK, there is no calculation of the psychology. Under this hearing, I understand that the left side, the Prince, the general trend has gone.
Xuanyuan Yi was so heavy that he sat on the dragon chair, and there was a hint of helplessness on his face. He sighed deeply and his prince could not keep it.
However, it is still possible to leave a Xuanyuan Che, which is better than the situation just now. He also has such a superior son.
The tree is awkward, and the Xuanyuan Che army is under pressure.
"Report, Liu Lige fires into the sky, Wang Hao still did not come out in the middle." The army has entered the palace, Xuanyuan Che can not help but frown, turned the horse head not to Tianchen Palace, but went to the glass hall.
In the glass hall, the splattered lamp oil ignited everything, and the rolling flames burst into the heat of the hot, rolling in the temple, brewing and flying.
In the temple, Haoyue grabbed the hand of Chen Guifei, killing all the way, and the blood was splashed.
The spark of the demon charm blooms around her, but it seems that the moon is not seen, the extreme cold, the intimidation of the flame, has no effect on her.