At this moment, the Song Dynasty Palace was brightly lit and there were sounds of soldiers everywhere.
Countless imperial guards were patrolling vigilantly, holding torches and spears. In this chaotic time, a figure in a black cloak quietly ran into the Jingxin Hall in the northeast corner of the palace. The Jingxin Hall was a palace built by the emperor last year, dedicated to the worship of Buddha statues.
After the black-robed figure entered the hall, he lifted his cloak. The Second Prince Zhao Shang, who had been in the hall for a long time, saw his face clearly and hurriedly walked up to him.
Zhao Shang: "Master, what's going on? What happened outside? Why is there such a sudden chaos? What happened?"
Zhao Shang was so anxious that he was sweating all over his forehead, but he was locked up in the Jingxin Hall by the emperor and couldn't get out at all. He cried to the heavens and the earth but no one answered him. Tonight, he had a vegetarian meal and was about to copy scriptures for the empress dowager. When he was halfway through copying, he heard a series of fighting sounds coming from outside the hall. Zhao Shang was so scared that his soul flew away, thinking that Zhao Fu was going to catch him and chop him up, but he hid behind the pillar and waited for a long time, but no one came in. It was not until half an hour later that Shan Ting came.
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