One thousand one hundred and eighty-five: Emperor Ming collapses...
The wrinkles on Song Xuelin's face deepened, and he said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, as a precaution, I already issued an order to the military town hundreds of miles away yesterday. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."
Yan Wang said softly: "I'm afraid it will be dangerous tonight. The border army is only a few miles away from the capital. If we want to attack by force, we may have to defend the palace."
The outer city cannot be defended because the guards in the outer city are all frontier troops. Only in the palace are the Royal Forest Army and its Dongchang fanzi.
Moreover, these armies are all elite. Even if they rely on the city wall, they may not be able to defend it.
"Delay, delay." Song Xuelin stood up and said decisively: "Otherwise the eldest prince ascends the throne, we will have no chance of survival."
"Jiang Yi will follow me into the palace immediately. I will report this matter to the Holy Emperor."
Song Xuelin walked out tremblingly, and without looking back he ordered Yan Wan: "Go and gather all the people from Dongchang and get ready. Maybe today or tomorrow, the capital will be filled with blood."
"Yes." After the two of them left, Yan Wan stood up, the coldness on his face disappearing in a flash.
Either tomorrow, or... tonight. He raised his head and looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the west.
The red clouds are red and the eyes are red, and the setting sun is like blood.
In the winter of Sanjiu, the weather is a bit strange, as if it is indicating something.
…
Nightfall
Yan Wan held his sword and sat quietly on the steps.
Looking around, the entire palace is brightly lit, there are torches everywhere on the city walls, and a large number of armed soldiers, all staring outside with bated breath.
Yan Wan is the last line of defense. He is now... Li Fei's palace, which is Xian'an Palace.
The emperor is here, the imperial physician is also here, and Concubine Li and the young prince Zhu Li are also here.
At some point, with the sound of the horn, the fighting... began.
In fact, Yan Wan always felt that there was no need for this battle to happen.
Emperor Yayi clearly plans to pass the throne to his son, but he himself won't live long. Why can't Mao just make it clear? How about recruiting him into the palace and then passing the ball cleanly?
If that doesn't work, ask these people to give up their resistance and open the door and wait for the eldest prince to come in. How many people must die to add to the fun?
...I really fucked you, you deserve to die.
Yan Wan now has only these words as an evaluation of the emperor.
"Report, the Meridian Gate has been lost." A soldier came over covered in blood.
"Explore again."
After a while.
"Report, Huangji Gate, Wuying Palace, and Wenhua Palace have been lost."
"Explore again."
"Report, Jianji Hall, Fengxian Hall, Xianruo Pavilion has been lost."
"No more probing. They're coming."
Yan Ruan said half a sentence, then suddenly raised his head and looked ahead. The Zhongzheng Hall was gone, the Cining Palace was gone, and with the sound of messy footsteps, the eldest prince... came.
"String, set up the bow, form the formation."
Yan Wan stood up from the steps, shouldered the ancient sword, stepped out in three steps, stood behind the soldiers, and looked at the eldest prince quietly through the gap in the iron shield.
"Cough cough, cough cough..."
The eldest prince's body seemed to have become weaker due to living in the imperial mausoleum in the back mountain during this period, and he would make dull coughing sounds from time to time.
His face was no longer as strong and strong as before, with sharp edges and corners, as graceful as a handsome young man from a troubled world.
The cheeks are protruding, the eye sockets are sunken, and there are strands of gray on the temples. The body is crumbling like a willow in the wind, fragile... like a dying person.
Yan Wang pushed aside the iron shield and came to the front of the team, less than ten meters away from them, with a look of indifference on his face: "Your Highness, this is treason. He will rebel and the end will be... bad."
"Whether it's good or not, you have to look at the results to make a conclusion, right?"
The eldest prince stared at Yan Wan, his dark eyes shining like will-o'-the-wisps, and an excited blush appeared on his cheeks. He seemed to have thought about the scene where he would sit on the dragon throne, command the world, and scold Fang Qiu.
"Even if I die here because of my humble position, I will not let His Royal Highness take another step forward." Yan Wan retreated slowly, raising his long sword high, three inches out of the box, and the cold light shone like water.
"In vain..."
Before the eldest prince finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and he wanted to turn his head in disbelief to see who was holding him hostage behind him.
He saw it, it was Hao Xinghe, Hao Xinghe whom he had never been suspicious of.
"Why?" the eldest prince asked.
Success is just around the corner. When he reaches the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the other party will no longer have high-ranking officials and generous salaries. Why...the other party will betray him?
"Because I want to live."
Hao Xinghe had already planned his words, with a look of disgust on his face: "I can't believe that someone who can even wield a butcher's knife on his own biological mother will fulfill his promise."
"Click..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone around him looked at the eldest prince in shock and disbelief.
Biological mother?
Isn't the eldest prince's biological mother the queen?
Didn’t the queen die of illness?
Could it be that... the eldest prince actually killed the queen?
In one sentence, the way everyone looked at him changed dramatically.
Respect? Awe?
No.
It is disgust, hatred, contempt, disdain.
The eldest prince's face turned from red to green, and then from green to white. He gritted his teeth and growled like an angry beast: "Nonsense, nonsense. I didn't..."
Squeak
In vain.
The gate of Xian'an Palace opened.
Liu Fu curled up his hands and shouted loudly: "In the East Jishi Factory, Yan Wang, who is in charge of thousands of families, has been ordered to make way for the eldest prince. One of them is allowed to go alone."
Hao Xinghe held the eldest prince hostage and slowly walked into Xian'an Palace under the watchful eyes of the border soldiers.
Yan Huan looked at these helpless wretches, sighed and shook his head and said: "Put down your weapons, you still have a chance to survive. Otherwise, you will have to die..."
farce.
What a farce.
But behind this farce, there are thousands of lives.
"Haha, ancient times are good?"
Yan Wan muttered something with unknown meaning in his mouth, and a deep disdain flashed across his eyes. "What a fart!"
Looking at the slowly closing door, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "This is your last chance, you must seize it, my good governor."
There was a glimmer of hope in Yan Huan's eyes. He told Song Xuelin and others that the emperor was prepared to support Zhu Li's ascension to the throne.
As for these officials, they actually know better what will happen if the eldest prince takes office.
If you don't want to die, go to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and then you can only let the little prince ascend the throne.
emperor?
In this case, do the emperor's words... still count?
"ah……"
In vain, there was a fierce quarrel and yelling, followed by the sound of vases being broken.
Not long after, sobs sounded.
And then... Hao Xinghe flew up and opened the door with his sword.
Yan Wan and others saw the scene inside through the broken door.
Concubine Li hugged the little prince, huddled in the corner and kept crying, whimpering from her mouth.
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