Xia Ziyan continued to agree and fanned the flames: "Since it is a criminal, we should be detained!"

"You child, don't talk nonsense! Now that your Majesty's holy grace has been forgiven for the world, they have already forgiven their sins. Therefore, you only need to send them out of the capital to avoid prison." Xia Qingtian scolded his son clearly, but in fact, the father and son's double act happened to block Murong Leiting's mouth.

Even the Empress Dowager, whose face was not changing even when the sky fell, looked a little wrong now.

Murong Leiting's handsome face had already been filled with anger, but he dared not speak out.

...

Seeing the scene turned into a rain of swordsmanship, Xia Ziluo widened his almond eyes in surprise. Oh no, these two groups of people are going to fight tonight, right?

Xia Ziluo couldn't help but take a sneak peek at Murong Xitian. He saw his black eyebrows trembling, and a bloodthirsty cold light burst out from his eyes, but he bit his lips tightly, as if he was holding back the anger.

Seeing that he was almost biting his lips, Xia Ziluo suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be tightened by some force, which hurt a little.

He must have been furious and wanted to rush up and kill the two guys who didn't know the etiquette of the king and his subjects!

But he endured it, why should he endure it?

Is it not the time to tear off the slightest moment with Xia Qingtian? Is he still afraid of the power of the Xia family?

By the way, it must be like this. Xia Qingtian has been in power for so many years, and his power has long been deeply rooted. It is difficult for Murong Xitian to shake this big tree.

Xia Ziluo felt a little sorry for Murong Xitian. He must have lived a painful and tiring life like this. But for the sake of the country and the emperor, he must grit his teeth and hold on and become stronger, so that he can defeat the traitors!

Xia Ziluo's eyes moved back to the hall from Murong Xitian. She looked at Xia Qingtian and his son, and her eyes became deeper.

The scene of palace fighting is really not suitable for a vain girl like her. But she went through time and traveled to one of the important supporting roles of palace fighting.

What can she do? She recalls many novels and TV series related to palace fighting.

However, those things only talk about the most superficial relationship, the central idea cannot be diverted from **********, or the protagonist is wise and conspiring to the world... It's just that reality is not a script, so it's not easy to have both world and beauty.

Xia Ziluo held his breath and looked at the others.

The court officials in the hall ate the king's salary, but did not share the worries for the king. They watched the empress dowager and the emperor faced a difficult situation, but no one dared to come forward to help rescue the siege.

hateful!

They are the emperor's subjects, so why do they ignore the emperor's face and the emperor's dignity?

Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian's painful expression and his heart ached.

How could she tolerate her beloved man being insulted like this?

She wants to help him, she must help him!

"Let's go to celebrate the birthday too!" Xia Ziluo suddenly suggested in a low voice.

As if she was impatient, she hurriedly grabbed Murong Xitian's arm and asked him three times in a row: "How...How? Let's go and celebrate the birthday of the Queen Mother!"

Suddenly, she grabbed her arm with force, and Murong Xitian was stunned again and again.

The anger in his heart was still lingering, and his eyes were still on Xia Qingtian and Xia Ziyan and his son.
Chapter completed!