Gu Moxiao just nodded, but when he approached Chu Yunluo, he saw her shaking her head towards him.
It was obvious that Chu Yunluo wanted Gu Moxiao to take Jiang Yongwei and the little prince away first, but how could Gu Moxiao rest assured that she was alone in the fire, even on the roof.
Chu Yunluo is very firm about this, after all, the safety of the little prince cannot be compromised.
Jiang Yongwei dropped the little prince to Chu Yunluo, and said to Gu Moxiao, "Master Gu, take Yun Luo and the little prince and leave first."
Seeing the flames engulfing him, Jiang Yongwei found a place and sat down casually.
"Yun Luo, please. Help me take care of An Ge and the little prince." Jiang Yongwei's words were filled with deep despair. As a mother, it is really sad for her not to be able to watch her child grow up with her own eyes. things.
But what can we do now? Could it be that Gu Moxiao would give up on Chu Yunluo and choose to save himself first?
Chu Yunluo looked at the baby sleeping soundly in his arms, it was obvious that the surrounding fire had left them no time to choose.
Gu Moxiao knew that if Chu Yunluo was not taken out, even she would be implicated.
"Let's go."
Chu Yunluo raised his head and glanced at Gu Moxiao, his eyes were full of sadness. At this moment, she could only hold the baby tightly in her arms, hoping to gain some strength by taking the opportunity.
Gu Moxiao put his arms around her slender waist, jumped up, and went upwards. Like a puppet on a string, he quickly found the next foothold.
It is really miraculous that no external force is needed between the start and turn.
Walking on the row upon row of buildings, Chu Yunluo watched as the raging flames completely engulfed Concubine Hui's palace.
The toddler in his arms seemed to feel something, wrinkled his face, and burst into tears.
However, Chu Yunluo didn't want to comfort the crying child in his arms, after all, he would be an orphan tonight. No matter what he will have in the future, he can no longer see his parents.
Gu Moxiao made the child fall into a coma. Chu Yunluo looked at Gu Moxiao in surprise, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
It was Gu Moxiao who answered her with a finger on her lips, shaking his head at Chu Yunluo, signaling her not to speak.
At this time, Chu Yunluo heard a voice behind him. The master of that voice is Yong Ming'an.
"How is it going?" Yong Mingan asked lazily.
"Your Highness, everything has been settled." The voice of the reply was extremely respectful.
"It seems that the time has finally come." Yong Ming'an's voice carried a proud attitude, after all, he was bound to win the throne.
"Prime Minister, can you announce to the world tomorrow that the emperor's palace is flooded and a national funeral will be held." Yong Ming'an's words contained some indisputable.
It took a long time to hear an old voice slowly, and said calmly: "Your Highness is too impatient. This matter together, I am afraid it will be confirmed."
Yong Ming'an gave a cold laugh, and said, "Accept the facts? Whose excuses will be given?"
"Naturally, it is the mouth of the world. Your Highness, don't forget that water can carry a boat and overturn it." The old prime minister shook his head slightly, their highness had already reached the point of madness.
"Excuse me? Don't forget, it is always the victor who writes the alchemy." (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com