Eastward Flow

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"The palace gate, the palace gate can't be kept!"

"Where is Your Majesty! The Golden Robe Guard will send His Majesty out of the palace soon."

"Arrow! Arrow!"

It was early winter, and the cold night covered the palace city that stood for thousands of years. The originally silent night was hustle and bustle by the fire. After a long ambush, the besieger besieged the emperor's capital for more than a month, and finally he carefully tested it, tore his camouflage, exposed his claws, and issued a final violent attack.

The long ladder of the rebels hit the palace wall, and the sharp sword pierced the armor of the garrison on the wall, killing the hungry soldier sharply. The warm blood sprayed on the dark walls and coagulated in an instant. The fire was so fierce that there was a hand-to-hand handover and the wailing of flesh and blood.

Such a voice sounded harsh and cruel.

"One two one ... one two one ..."

The huge top wood hit the heavy city gate, as if it were broken bamboo, burned and killed all the way, and opened the gate straight.

The horse's hoof hurriedly passed through the gate of the palace in the sound of Li Jian's voice, rattling through the silent hall. Su Yanqing, the leader of the 30,000 gold robes of the imperial capital, dragged the reins and raised his hands to wipe away the blood on his face.

She looked up and looked up at the crescent white crescent moon above her head, exhaling a white breath.

The sound of Bingge kept coming to her ears, and she kicked the horse's belly and rushed to the imperial palace that was in the shadow of the crescent moon.

The original hustle and bustle of the imperial palace gradually fell silent during the rebellion a month ago. The departing waiters, carrying valuable treasures, escaped the city surrounded by the flames of war.

All the way to the Qianyuan Hall where the emperor sat unimpeded, without a notice, Su Yanqing opened the door of the hall and saw the young emperor wearing a corset at a glance.

She was dressed in an orthodox black-red crown, and she was formally better than ever when she was in office. As the head of the Golden Robe Guardian, Su Yanqing was the first time to see this young emperor, so serious.

Su Yanqing took a deep breath, raised her knees and bowed her knees, saluted her head, and said, "Your Majesty, the rebels have to overcome the palace gate within half an hour, and hope that Her Majesty will withdraw from the palace immediately and join the Queen northward."

As if she hadn't heard what she was talking about, this romantic emperor from Yunzhou just squinted and smiled: "Ai Qing came just right, there is something for you here alone, you quickly lead people north to the queen . "

"Your Majesty!" Su Yanqing looked up and stared at the stubborn emperor.

The emperor paced, holding a copybook in his hand, and slowly walked out from the case. The long tail pendant swept through the layers of jade steps, and took a steady step against the sky crown. The young emperor came to a **** leader and passed the edict in his hand: "Go , Go to the north, where the people really need in Yuanzhou City are there, don't come alone. "

"This is the imperial edict, Soviet commander." The emperor stepped out of the hall step by step on Deng Yun's boots.

The blood-stained hand took the edict sent by the emperor, and only saw the exposed corner, his eyes widened.

This is ... this is ...

"Your Majesty!" Su Yanqing turned and hurriedly looked at the man's leaving figure, but saw that thin and thin figure melted into the night.

In the cold moonlight, the slender emperor was very fragile. In the distance, a wind blew from the slaughter, and in the sound of the dumb sword, Su Yanqing heard the slender emperor saying at any time, "Ai Qing, aren't you still ordering?"

"Chen ..." Staring at the back, the blood-stained leader clenched his teeth, stretched his face, his eyes were tearful, and he knelt down on the ground completely with his knees, choking, "Zunzhi."

The hot tears mixed with blood, dripped on the cheek again.

The emperor smiled back and forth with a free smile, stepping into the night step by step.

When the emperor departed, the blood-stained leader hid the good book, clenched the knife in his hand, and headed north firmly.

The melodious shakuhachi came from the deep palace, as if piercing the sound of the sword. The emperor in the coronation suit walked into Fengxian Hall, raised a tree lamp holder, and lit the ruined palace one by one. The tongue of fire fiercely licked every inch of dry place, and soon formed a hot wall of fire, forcing the emperor playing shakuhachi from all directions. It finally licked the tail of the crown suit, burning every inch of dirt.

On the longest winter day of Yuan He's three years, the last celestial star hanging above the astronomical plate of the Zhongli Dynasty fell to the ground, and Chu's long-term rule of more than 900 years came to an end and was completely sealed in the history books.

The young Emperor Chu Zhao took over this troubled country from the tyrannical imperial emperor, and was unable to turn the tide, and eventually lost Yuanzhou City in Liangshui.

In the same year, Emperor Chu Zhao's Zen position and the empress puppet King, in the palace of the emperor, known in history as the chaos of Xia Yuan. 2k novel reading network