The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 888 My Fourth Brother, Murong Che
boom……

For a moment, Pi Xiuxiu, who was hiding behind the door and eavesdropping, was stunned. Now he clearly heard every word Wei Wuyue said. He never imagined that a person with such a cold expression in front of him People, behind their backs, would actually say such words.

With just such a sentence, Pi Xiuxiu rushed directly to the bed happily, and slapped happily on the bed with his fists. Even if the wound was involved, he didn't feel anything.

For Murong Ying, a straight man, Chacha explained it all the way to him, and it was not until he returned to the palace that he finally understood.

As soon as Murong Ying returned to the palace, he was summoned by the Lord Long Live, and Chacha listened to Murong Ying's words and went back to the palace to rest.

……

"Ying'er, what do you think about the assassination of Beixia Palace this time?"

In the Hall of Concentric Heart, only the Long Live Lord sitting on the dragon chair, and Murong Ying standing there.

There is a touch of sandalwood burning in the hall, and the occasional chirping of birds can be heard outside the window.

"Father, I still need time to think about this matter."

The reaction of the Northern Xia Emperor really puzzled Murong Ying. No matter which country, assassinating the supreme leader is a heinous crime. As long as they are caught, they will be punished by death.

But this time, the attitude of the Northern Xia Emperor actually made Murong Ying feel confused.

He was not very able to see through the mentality of the Northern Xia Emperor's reluctance to make a big deal out of it.

unless……

Murong Ying's eyebrows twitched, as if he thought of some possibility.

And Long Live Master quickly caught it, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and asked: "Do you have any doubts in your mind? Tell me."

Murong Ying only paused for a moment, hesitant in his heart, he didn't know how to express it.

But apart from that situation, he really couldn't figure out the possibility that the Emperor Beixia deliberately made this big event into a small one.

"Father, I do have a doubtful candidate in my heart, but I'm not very sure." Murong Ying shook his head, struggling.

"It's okay, let's hear it."

With the command of Long Live God, Murong Ying seemed to have strength.

"My fourth brother, Murong Che."

Long Live Lord raised his eyelids and twisted them slightly, as if he didn't expect that this would be related to Murong Ying's brother.

It was the prince of Beixia who assassinated the emperor and empress of Beixia.

After having this candidate in his heart, an inexplicable force in Murong Ying's heart told him that this matter was definitely related to Murong Che.

"My fourth younger brother, who has taken a slanted sword since he was a child, has ambitions for the throne. He must have been unwilling to be reconciled to the establishment of a new crown prince this time, so he has embarked on an extreme path."

"Except for my fourth brother, I really can't think of why my father questioned and concealed this matter. Obviously, he also thought of this possibility, or he knew that he had already been murdered by Murong Che when he left Beixia this time. Keep an eye on them, take advantage of this opportunity, let them come and go."

Murong Ying's heart was very cold, and at the same time he was extremely disappointed. He absolutely did not want to believe that his brother would make such a rebellious choice for the throne.

……

Late at night, Beixia Palace.

A towering figure, looking at the bright moon, sighed.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, be careful of catching a cold."

A virtuous woman held a black and gold cloak in her hand and draped it over the man.

"What is His Majesty thinking?"

The man opened his lips slightly: "I miss my sons when they were young."

(End of this chapter)