Chapter 151 Who

The news of the failure of the Liangshan Temple siege was quickly spread to the palace in secret. Emperor Beiling, who had been sitting on a chair in the Yangxin Palace without resting, was frowning and waiting for news.

He had prepared for this siege for a long time, and when he mobilized these troops, he definitely did not alarm anyone.

These two thousand people were all private soldiers he secretly raised, completely avoiding the eyes and ears of Ling Fengxun.

After a sleepless night, there was a very obvious dark blue color under Emperor Beiling's eyes.

A figure walked in from outside the door, and knelt on the ground to salute as soon as he entered the hall: "Your Majesty, the news has been sent back."

Emperor Beiling's fingers clenched immediately, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

"What's the result?"

The guards below reported with their heads down, their voices very dry: "Our people were defeated!"

Although he had expected this, Emperor Beiling still almost couldn't bear it when he heard such a result. He

prepared an ambush in advance, secretly recruited soldiers and horses, and prepared two thousand people to disguise as bandits to besiege the unguarded Liangshan Temple. This time, he had completely torn his face with Ling Fengxun.

Although Ling Fengxun held military power, all his men were stationed at the border. In this capital, his direct imperial guards still had the upper hand.

However, he had no way of brazenly letting so many imperial guards surround and kill Ling Fengxun.

Doing so would lose the support of the people, cause dissatisfaction among the hundreds of thousands of troops stationed at the border, and even cause a catastrophe!

Emperor Beiling had a headache, and suddenly, his eyes went dark. The guard who reported the news below changed his face and said, "Your Majesty, blood, you are bleeding!"

Emperor Beiling felt his nose itchy, raised his hand and touched it, and immediately saw a bright red on his hand.

His face was terribly gloomy, and he hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, but the more he wiped, the more blood there was.

"Call the imperial physician!"

Not long after, the imperial physician rushed over, and his face was very nervous after taking the pulse.

"Your Majesty, please don't get angry. You are not in good health. If you are angry, it is very likely to make your condition worse!"

Emperor Beiling sat on the bed with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Is there really no way to cure my illness?"

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

Emperor Beiling asked immediately, and even stood up and grabbed the other party's collar.

"Speak!"

Such a fierce imperial power frightened the doctor to kneel on the ground immediately, "I heard that a miracle doctor came to the capital not long ago. He can revive the dead. He even saved a dying person. But these may all be rumors. I haven't verified the truth!" Emperor

Beiling let go of his hand and coughed violently a few times.

His health was getting worse and worse. No matter how many imperial doctors he found, the answer he got was the same.

He said he would not live for more than three years.

He even had several attacks recently. Even if those people didn't say anything, he knew from their expressions that he probably couldn't hold on for half a year this time.

Emperor Beiling's chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes trembled slightly. He finally sat on the throne of the emperor and took great pains to control the country, but now, he had to hand over this beautiful country to others.

He was so unwilling!

Emperor Beiling's eyes were cold: "Come on, bring that miracle doctor to me, no matter what method you use!"

"Yes!"

The guard took the order and immediately retreated.

He had finished what he wanted to report, and the rest depended on the emperor's plan.

The imperial physician retreated tremblingly, even feeling like he had survived a disaster.

Emperor Beiling narrowed his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold, his fingers clenched into fists, and his heart was full of forbearance.

He cannot completely break up with Ling Fengxun now, even though both of them know that they want to kill each other.

He must live as long as possible so that the entire Beiling can continue to be under his control.

The Emperor of Beiling suddenly spoke to Anzhong, "Give the order to cancel the mission to intercept and kill."

Since Ling Fengxun has already broken the situation, it is meaningless for him to arrange such an assassination. The other party must have made full preparations, so he can only discuss it later. There

was no reply from Anzhong, but the Emperor of Beiling already knew that his men had already notified them.

The entire Liangshan Temple became extremely messy because of the battle yesterday.

The old abbot ordered the monks in the temple to continue to seal the mountain and not let the people nearby who intended to burn incense get close.

But even if he hadn't closed the temple gate, no one dared to approach now. The foot of the mountain was full of corpses. Even though most of them had been cleared, the fighting still looked extremely fierce.

When it was daybreak, Ling Fengxun arranged for the Second Prince's men to deal with the corpses and then go to the back mountain to dig.

Thousands of people worked together and almost dug down the mountainside.

However, even after digging three feet into the ground, no infant corpse was found, only some suspected skeletons, which were so damaged that they could not even be distinguished from their original appearance. After

searching for most of the day, the team returned empty-handed.

The second prince was a little ashamed, "Uncle Huang, the baby's body was not found. Do you think that the child's body was not buried, but thrown into the deep mountains and forests and eaten by wild beasts?"

An Yunxi's pupils shrank slightly.

She clenched her fingers slightly, and her eyes were dim.

"What the second prince said is possible. Since it can't be found..."

She closed her eyes and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and walked to the ground not far away, then grabbed a handful of soil and put it into a small bag she brought with her.

An Yunxi's eyes were slightly sour, but she smiled helplessly.

"Forget it, I'll take some soil from the place where he was born back as a commemoration of my third brother."

Her biological third brother, I'm afraid he will never come back in this life.

They have never met in both lives. There is no fate between them.

Ling Fengxun saw that she was depressed, and for a while he felt a little depressed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He would arrange for people to continue searching in Liangshan Temple. Even if they found nothing, it would at least leave a memory.

"Xiao Xier, maybe your third brother is not dead? He may be alive and well somewhere."

An Yunxi chuckled and said nothing.

In the hands of the Nanqi guards, could a newborn baby really survive?

The hatred of killing her brother is irreconcilable, and she must fight to the death with the king of Nanqi!

She knew that Ling Fengxun was comforting her, so she responded in the same way, not wanting the prince to worry too much about her.

"Well, I think so too."

The two looked at each other, with each other's shadow reflected in their eyes. Although they tacitly knew that the possibility of these words was very low, they still tried harder to warm each other's hearts.

At this moment, the old abbot and others had been led down from the mountain, and there were two people following the old abbot.

One was Master Huijing, and the other was a man in a black robe.

Ling Fengxun thought of the test last night, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the man in black robe with a bit of danger in his eyes.

He asked: "Abbot, who is he?"