In the dark attic, Song side held a copper pestle more than a foot long and engraved with inscriptions and quickly walked through the dark corridor of the palace.

Because when the pestle was taken, the emperor held everyone away, so the noise outside was still here for a while.

Because he had no emperor's blood, the pestle had burned the palm of his palm to red and swollen, but Song Bian was still holding it tightly, his expression calm and almost indifferent.

He remembered the shocked and panicked look of the emperor just now, and couldn't help but smile.

"After becoming a king for more than ten years, I just learned some superficial imperial skills and did not make any progress."

The corners of his mouth curled up coldly, everything went smoothly, but it saved some unnecessary blood.

He followed the route he had already calculated countless times and walked towards the rear of the palace.

After walking dozens of steps, he took out a ring from his robe, which hung four keys on it, which could open the lock on the road leading to the rear hall gate.

Early this morning, in the name of greeting the immortal, he quietly took the keys from the secret guards in the outer city.

At that time, he looked at these replicated keys and realized that this matter had been planned for a long time.

But that young His Majesty was always unaware of it.

As long as no one stops it, the next road will be unobstructed for him.

It was not until he passed the first door that the chaotic sound finally sounded from behind.

"Song Bian! Since you have no emperor's blood, it is harmful and useless to seize this fire pestle. Don't go crazy!"

"Your Majesty is kind, and you still have room for your turn to look back at this moment."

A deep voice came from behind. The speaker was still far apart from him, but his internal strength was profound and it was heard.

Song Fang was unmoved, walked past Youge, opened a door, and tied it up with his backhand.

Although many of those masters were secret guards of the palace, they were not as familiar with the structure of the palace as he was. Many secret doors and secret secrets in the palace were exquisitely designed, and I am afraid that even the emperor would not be clear about it.

Behind the gate, the sound of chasing came from afar.

Song Fang quickly walked through the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a pavilion. He opened the door, then quickly and accurately counted the order of the floor, raised a certain floor with the tip of the fire pestle, and walked into the secret passage.

At this moment, the emperor was sitting in the rain, and several palace maids came over, lifted him up from the ground, and carefully helped him into the hall.

The dragon robe was wet with rain, the emperor was pale in his face, muttering to himself.

He has always trusted Song Bian, why did he fight against him? Is it just because I asked him to pull the pestle once?

Impossible... Could it be...

The emperor held his forehead and felt his head hurt all the time. He stumbled and pushed the palace maid away, shouting: "Come on, grab Song Bang, I want to interrogate him in person!"

The palace maid repeatedly said, "Report to Your Majesty, the master of the Imperial Guard has gone to capture it. The rebel has no martial arts skills and should be able to be arrested soon."

The master who guarded the emperor also said: "Is Song Bian the illegitimate son of a prince? Otherwise, how could he drive that thing without emperor blood?"

The emperor was stunned, then shook his head repeatedly and said, "No...No, Song Bang, Song Bang cannot be, he must be obedient to someone..."

"Who will it be..."

The emperor held his head with a painful expression: "Didn't those masters usually say that one is better than the other? Now they are all wine bags, and Song Bian can't catch even if he has been for so long?"

The emperor gasped, the pain of being betrayed was pressing his heart. His eyes were red and he was extremely angry: "Baoty... you can't catch me, I'll catch it myself!"

The young emperor stood up in a hoarse voice and walked out of the palace.

The palace maid wanted to stop him, but a minister who heard the sound suppressed his hand and signaled them not to move.

The emperor walked out of the palace gate again. He turned around. The people behind him who were originally looking at him either lowered their heads or looked away. The entire palace seemed to have faint sighs echoed.

The emperor finally woke up a little bit. He sneered, his sleeves fluttered, and said, "You... won't want to betray me too, right?"

The minister sighed and said, "I just hope that Your Majesty can calm down. Now that the imperial city is suffering from internal and external troubles, we must not be distracted. Although Song Bian took the fire pestle, he definitely cannot go far. Your Majesty should not be so panicked."

The emperor looked at him and said angrily: "If that pestle falls into the hands of others...If that pestle falls into the hands of some of my younger brothers or uncles... Alas, they should have been killed long ago."

The guards replied: "Today's guard is extremely strict, and there is absolutely no one else near the palace."

The emperor sneered: "Why is Song Fang's move? Is he a fool?"

No one in the palace answered again.

The emperor looked at the heavy rain outside, and the lightning was shattered on his face, making it pale. In the thunder that followed, the emperor's murmur was weak and inaudible.

"Do you know what the Suzaku Fire Pestle means? Do you know... what is under this imperial city? If I force me to a hurry, I will release that thing. At that time, what will be the mercy of the country, and I... will perish with Nanzhou!"

The thunder disappeared, and the second half of his words echoed clearly in the palace.

He suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him, and even the palace maid raised his head timidly.

He realized he was saying the wrong thing.

Even if he is the king of a country, he should not say such words.

He wanted to say something to make up for his majesty, but at that moment, a light of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Old monster... the palace is very cautious..." He suddenly shouted: "Who said that the guard is very strict? There are no soldiers guards there!"

"Your Majesty is saying..."

"There is a well behind the main hall!" The emperor usurped his fist: "Is there anyone there to defend?"

The others became increasingly puzzled, "Your Majesty is talking about the well on the King's Road?"

"That's that!" The emperor decisively.

The minister laughed in silence: "The well is on the road, and there are so many people passing by every day. What's so strange about it?"

The emperor calmed down, and he let out a breath of turbid air and said in a deep voice: "What do you know? Come on! Come with me to capture Song Bian."

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The back door of the palace opened, and the two guards standing with pestles and halberds first nervously made a gesture of opposing the enemy, then retreated and said respectfully: "Mr. Song."

Before the chaos could be reached here, they did not know that Song Bian was already a sinner who was digging three feet into the palace to look for.

Song Fang nodded and walked forward.

One of the guards looked at him and frowned: "Where is Lord Song going here? Why did he come out from here?"

Song Bian casually answered: "Your Majesty has given some things, don't ask what shouldn't be asked."

"Mr. Song, do you need to hold an umbrella for you?"

Song waved his hand: "No need, continue to be on duty, don't say much."

The guard quickly silenced, but the other person noticed his hand and muttered in a low voice: "Look... what is Lord Song holding in his hand?"

The man lowered his voice, "It should be the treasure of the palace..."

"No, this door has not been opened for many years. The commander told us back then that only His Majesty can open this only with the supreme weapon in the palace. What about Lord Song..."

"Will there be any change?" Another's expression changed immediately.

Song Bang ignored their low conversations, and walked away in a few words until the ancient well in the middle of the road.

In order to prevent the palace maids from falling into trouble, the well was very high and there was also a jade fence. Because it was very close to Changxiang Palace, the palace maids in the palace often came to carry water and remained in peace for decades.

This well looks so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary.

This Lord Song, who is usually kind to everyone, looks extremely solemn. He knelt down by the well, the rain soaked his knees, and the copper pestle in his hands were presented with both hands.

The two guards finally realized something was wrong. Just as they were about to go to Song Bang to see what he was doing, the sound of horse hooves on the side of the palace were astonishing as rain.

Song Fang raised his head, his eyes crossed the vast autumn rain, and he was slightly surprised when he looked at the team of people coming.

The emperor in the head was wearing a dragon robe. After seeing Song Bang, he clapped his hands, turned over and dismounted, and glared at Song Bang: "Okay, you are indeed here!"

"Your Majesty is indeed wise and decisive." Someone agreed.

The emperor sternly said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take him down for me!"

The people following closely followed quickly surrounded him.

The emperor looked at him with a sneer and said, "Song Bian, who are you obeying? Ha, let me guess that although Zhao Shiqiu is very skilled in martial arts, he is far away in Mincheng at this moment. Although Zhao An is wise and talented, I always send people to keep an eye on him. No intelligence comes. Zhao Shisong is my uncle. He has treated me well since he was a child, and he promised me to be a wealthy prince... I am more and more curious. Who are you waiting for?"

Song Fang looked at him and smiled: "Your Majesty can guess that I am here, it seems that it's not stupid."

The emperor frowned, and his pupils burst into his anger: "Kill him and take back the Suzaku Fire Pestle. I will wait for you for the person you are waiting for!"

No one took action.

The emperor turned around and looked at them, and said angrily, puzzled and said, "What? Do you want to rebel too?"

"Oh, Zhao Fu..."

The autumn rain is like beans, falling into the mortal world, causing a noise.

A voice suddenly remembered, very clear and shallow, but at that moment the emperor felt that he could not hear the sound of rain. He turned around and saw the ancient well. At some point, a girl with a beautiful black dress was sitting on. She was looking at herself quietly, gently shaking under the skirt revealing a small piece of white legs. The beautiful eyebrows and eyes were smiling softly.

"Zhao Fu, when I was very young, I said you were a fool. Now it seems that the words at that time really hurt you. For so many years, you have always liked to be smart. Compared to your two younger brothers, what are your abilities besides giving birth earlier?"

The girl said calmly, her tone was not too turbulent, neither questioning nor scolding, but just having a free narration.

The emperor looked at her and suddenly remembered that many years ago, he was called stupid by a little girl ten years younger than him in an innocent and innocent tone.
To be continued...