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Only for a while.

Xuan Yunzi stopped, turned his head and looked at Qin Yun strangely.

Qin Yun frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I figured it out."

"When?" Qin Yun asked.

Xuan Yunzi smiled wryly: "Tonight, after two hours, there will be a strong wind blowing from the southeast to the north."

"Moreover, there are only strong winds and no showers. I can count it, and others can count it. It's not a big deal."

Qin Yun petrified on the spot... Two hours later? ?

It suddenly occurred to him that the Yongle Shrine was in the southeast corner of the imperial capital, and the wind was blowing to the north, just in time for the fire to spread to the imperial palace.

From this point of view, this gust of wind is the best time for He Wuji!

"Grass!!"

He swears directly, and rushes out of the small courtyard with an ugly face.

I knew it would be very urgent, but I didn't expect it to be so urgent. Two hours, without racing against time, would definitely not be able to set up a net.

"Come, come!!"

Feng Lao and the others arrived quickly, with serious and nervous expressions: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Qin Yun looked towards the southeast with his eyes split open. The towering Yongle Shrine was too conspicuous.

I can't imagine how frightened the people in the imperial capital will be when it burns and collapses, and how terrifying the sea of ​​flames will be!

He shouted: "After two hours, the East Factory will be set on fire!"

"Quick, quick, prepare quickly!!"

"Jin Yiwei followed me to prepare, let Chang Hong lead three thousand forbidden troops to guard the periphery!"

"There can be no accidents in the shrine, and I will kill the people in Dongchang tonight!"

Roaring like thunder, Megatron in all directions.

Everyone's face trembled, and they were extremely confused. Two hours later?

The tense atmosphere was rekindled, full of urgency!

"Quick, act!"

Chapter 611 Protect Su Yan

Soon, in the middle of the night.

Qin Yun rushed to a side hall outside the Yongle Shrine, where he could advance or retreat without fearing the raging fire.

He uses this as his headquarters.

At this time, it was only an hour away from the strong wind.

Full of chills and oppression.

"Your Majesty, Miss Su Yan's side has already started."

"She asked Beizhi to tell you that the mucus made of yellow mud and lime powder may be able to isolate the sesame oil in the camphor wood."

"But it's not foolproof."

Qin Yun frowned and nodded: "Send more people over there to ensure Su Yan's absolute safety."

"I don't want to repeat the same mistakes again, so everyone must remember the secret words!"

"understand?"

He turned his head and took a deep look at Wuming, intending to remind him.

Dongchang's disguise technique is at its peak. If you don't use this primitive slogan to act, I'm afraid the action will become a "true and fake Monkey King" drama.

"Yes!" Wuming replied repeatedly, and then retreated.

After explaining the matter, Qin Yun walked out of the side hall and asked softly, "Old Feng, are you all ready?"

"Get ready, as long as we go according to our plan, Dongchang Yinggou, there will be no return!" Feng Lao said in a low voice.

This time, Qin Yun did not answer.

Instead, he turned his deep gaze to the billowing night. In the second half of the night, the sky was extremely thick and depressing.

And the dark night covered up too much the glory of Yongle Shrine.

At the same time, it covered up all the murderous intentions!

Looking around, the majestic and magnificent Yongle Shrine, which was crafted by gods and axes, was completely silent, only the moonlight shining, and you could see the sporadic splendor.

Glazed lamps, golden chairs, dragon ladders carved in bluestone... everything is dead.

Time passed minute by minute.

Everyone started to get nervous!

After an unknown amount of time, the rustling leaves on the ground began to move and were blown high into the sky.

The slender trees bow down for it!

The wind is stronger than expected.

"Your Majesty, the wind is blowing!"

"But there is still no one near Yongle Shrine." Feng Lao said in a low voice.

He has a hunched back, and his appearance is not good, but today he is holding a knife, which is extremely terrifying!

"Not urgent."

"It will come." Qin Yun kept his eyes tightly closed, as steady as Mount Tai, and never showed his aura.

Even if there is a raging fire in my heart.

Suddenly, a bird-like whistle was blown.