Chapter 63: Sudden mutation

A few happy couples.
Li Wuding was appointed to the generals. The Wuning Wangfu was enveloped in the dark clouds.
The young king had promised to Wu Ning, and the cronies who would pass the position of the general to him in the future will suddenly become awkward and let the Wuning prince squat.
The night is heavy, Wuning Mansion, Wu Ning's aussie and Wu Ning Wang Ye discuss the incident: "Wang Ye, Nan Yanguo has quietly sent troops to support, the coup big events should be raging, can not be delayed."
Wuning Wang Ye single-handedly held his forehead and sighed long: "But the emperor does not leave the palace day and night..."
The staff whispered: "Wang Ye, after a few days, the emperor will definitely go out of the palace."
Wu Ning Wang Ye looked at him incredulously: "Why?"
The aunt was attached to the ear of Wuning’s prince, whispered two whispers, and finally said:
Look at Wang’s decision.

"Do you think that it will be too abrupt to launch a coup?"
"Wang Ye, you have been preparing for such a long time, how can it be abrupt, and now the emperor's temperament has changed greatly, not to be male, but also to give the general position to Li Wuding. Isn't this all against your precursor? Wang Ye, hesitant is taboo what."
Wuning Wangye nodded, and the scorpion flashed with gloom and indecision.
On the third day when Li Wuding was appointed as the general, the old general went to heaven.
On the day of the death of General Sun, the Northland ushered in the last wave of cold, and the last snow, the glory of death, all buried under this snow.
Although General Sun’s general wanted to be buried from Jane, Xiao Yu’an refused to let him go to the general’s ceremony and use the army to squat.
On that day, Xiao Yuan once again saw Li Wuding and Xie Yigui, and they both had a white shou shroud, and they helped the spirits and returned to the Yin.
General Sun has no children, but there is no shortage of people who are willing to help him.
The white scorpion is solitary with the wind, the copper money is flying in the sky, the pharynx whips and screams, and Xiao Yu’an stands in front of the tombstone of the tortoise, and suddenly feels the wind and the sky is cold.
Near the evening, the funeral ended, Xiao Yuan sat in the dragon's back to the palace, and there were guards and guards before and after, which seemed to be heavy and lengthy.
The red-sleeved squatting beside the dragon's squat saw Xiao Yu'an's bad mood. He asked with anxiety: "Imperial, are you okay?"
Xiao Yuan shook his head and said, "Nothing, just didn't expect it to snow again."
The red sleeves appease him: "Don't worry about the emperor, it has been in February, this must be the last snow of this spring."
Xiao Yu'an seems to capture what keywords, the tone suddenly changed: "February?"
Red sleeves answered: "Yeah, emperor, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Yu'an shook hands on the dragon's hand, and his heart gradually became inexplicably uneasy.
In February 28th, in the original book, it was the anniversary of Yang Liu’an.
In the original book, there was no funeral of the grandson of the Sun. The king of the Northern Kingdom traveled and played today. On the way back to the palace, he was assassinated by the civilians who were not willing to tyranny. As a personal guard, Yang Liu’an was the guardian of the body and fell into a different place. End.
Today, the location of Yang Liu'an is replaced by Luhe Qing.
Xiao Yu'an looked up and saw Xiaohe Qing, who was on the left side of Long Yao, and Xiao Yuan took a few deep breaths to suppress the anxiety in his heart.
No, Xiao Yuan said to himself: He has always been a Jane, not squandering the national treasury, and has never received heavy taxes, and has not crushed the people.
And he is not a play, the road to the palace is not the same, there is no need to worry.
Xiao Yuan appeased himself a few times, feeling a little bit determined, he raised his eyes and saw Luohe Qing looked at himself with concern.
Xiao Yu'an smiled at him, and he was inexplicably quiet. The snow did not see the clouds, the black clouds pressed the city, and the silver-hooked moon gradually disappeared behind the black clouds. The black wind was high at night, and Xiao Yu'an could not see the expression of the river.
The two looked at each other through the darkness, and Xiao Yu’s eyes suddenly shrank in the shackles of Yuehui through the clouds.
A sharp arrow does not know where to come from! Nailed to the dragon on his ear!