The man with the Chinese character's face turned back towards Ouyang Rong, with a calm look of relief on his face:

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"If there is bad news, Governor Ouyang would also like to express his condolences. The princess and all of you have tried their best."

When everyone heard this, they thought Ouyang Rong would look angry, but unexpectedly, he tilted his head and looked past them to someone not far away from the stage.

There seemed to be an incense burner standing quietly there.

But they didn't know that Ouyang Rong's eyes fell on one of the incense plants that was about to burn out, and he watched quietly.

When everyone looked confused, a female officer and a general suddenly came outside and hurriedly walked onto the stage.

When he came to them, the former reported with a sullen face:

"Oops, something went wrong with the white mist formation on the river. General Wei, who was in charge of the formation, has disappeared and is suspected of escaping."

Rong Zhen turned around and asked, "Escape?"

Everyone frowned, and Yi Qianqiu said in confusion:

"He was running the formation well, why did he run away? Is he sick?"

"I don't know, but this is something our people picked up on the ship where he disappeared. It seems to be the material of an official uniform, or a high-grade crimson official uniform."

The female officer took out a crimson rag stained with blood.

Everyone looked at it carefully and saw that it looked vaguely familiar.

Rong Zhen suddenly looked at the blue Confucian shirt on Ouyang Rong's body, and then at the red scar on his right hand.

This is half of the fabric of the imperial uniform worn by Ouyang Rong not long ago.

Aunt Song suddenly said: "There are words on it!"

Everyone looked closely and saw a big, scrawled word in blood on this half of the official uniform:

【escape】

Among the crowd, someone immediately recognized carefully that it was Ouyang Rong's handwriting.

Rong Zhen suddenly spoke:

"Did you ask Wang Caozhi to deliver the message? You had made an agreement with Wei Mi a long time ago and asked him to prepare a retreat? Run away after receiving your signal?!"

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Yi Qianqiu's eyes narrowed and he turned his head sharply:

"The White Mist Formation cannot be stopped, and the people who have been selected can not be delayed because of Wei Mi!"

"Yes, Commander!"

A young general took the order and hurriedly retreated.

Apparently, in addition to deliberately sending Wei Mi away to prevent him from being on the high platform today, they also had a secret plan to prepare someone to replace him at any time.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

Duan Quanwu smiled and said:

"It's okay, it's just a small character who ran away. He didn't have time to go to Xunyang City."

Aunt Song asked Ouyang Rong loudly:

"Ouyang Lianghan, where is Wei Mi? Do you know that if he runs away today, he will be treated as a deserter? His future will be ruined, and it will also affect Jingzhao Wei."

Ouyang Rong remained calm and did not answer. He looked at the girl in palace clothes in front of him who was staring at the fragments of the crimson official uniform.

At this moment, another female historian came quickly to report:

"Ms. Shi, before General Wei disappeared, he issued a strange order to raise an iron chain on the river. Now the iron chain is still there and is being controlled by Xuanwu Guards. What should we do?"

Aunt Song, Duan Quanwu and others looked at the young man in Confucian shirt with a calm expression in confusion.

Yi Qianqiu frowned and asked:

"Ouyang Lianghan, build an iron chain across the river. What are you going to do? It can't be to block ships, right?"

Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear and lowered his head to straighten his clothes.

Rong Zhen suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Ouyang Lianghan, where is the other half of the official uniform? Tell me, who did you give Wang Caozhi to?"

Aunt Song was a little impatient, pacing in circles and turning her head sharply.

"Looking for death! I really can't let him escape."

The old woman with white eyes looked gloomy and wanted Yu Feng to chase her.

Yi Qianqiu suddenly reached out and pulled: "Wait a minute, the deputy supervisor cannot leave the Buddha, the time is coming..."

Before she could finish speaking, a dusty Xianbei guard ran out again and said anxiously to Wei Wu;

"Master Wu, there is news from Xiushui Fang. As soon as our people arrived at the palace, a fire broke out in the palace. The fire was very strange. It was green and burned without mist. It spread quickly and burned in a short time.

After searching the inner house, our people couldn't get in. After controlling the scope of the fire, we searched the outer house and found Li Xian's family. We didn't know whether the bones were in the inner house or not.

"In addition, a maid from the palace saw that a quarter of an hour before our people arrived, a carriage transporting ice cubes hurriedly left the palace and seemed to be heading towards Kuanglu Mountain..."

Wei Wu's always calm and composed expression suddenly changed.

Duan Quanwu and others also changed their expressions.

Rong Zhen held the palm of the sleeve of the man in front of him and slipped it down.

She looked at him in confusion.

"So you don't have much anger? Because you expected it before you came?"

Everyone's eyes also turned to Ouyang Rong.

The young man in Confucian robes looked up at the sky, gently patted the dust off his clothes, tilted his head, and said slightly apologetically to Wei Wu and others:

"The time has indeed come. I'm sorry to bother you all to waste so much saliva and chatter with you here."
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