Emperor’s Conquest

The night breeze is cool, and it is already the middle of the night.

Wei Han laughed, "The prince should rush back before sending out the secret code, kill Song Huai'en by surprise! According to the distance, you should be able to arrive within three days."

I smirked, "You forgot the rainstorm of the last few days ... it is bound to hinder the march and you may not be able to arrive in three days."

Wei Han silently nodded, "Even if it is less than three days, we should stick to it for a few more days."

I nodded, staring sideways at the rebel camp in the distance, wondering where Song Huain was hiding, and whether he was also staring at the gate.

There was a hint of coolness in the heart, mixed with faint pain.

Such a person never smiles, only when he smiles at me, his child's bright eyes are exposed.

I closed my eyes and tried to dispel the shadows of my heart.

"It looks like the rebels will not move any more tonight. The princess doesn't have to worry about it. Go back to the apse and rest."

Wei Han looked down, his face was faint, but I still could not bear seeing the sight of my eyes.

"Okay," I nodded and smiled, and turned away.

Along the way, the soldiers guarded by the halberds bowed their heads, respectfully—in their eyes, I was probably a terrible woman, and perhaps secretly regarded me as a poor woman.

In the past, right-handed man Wen Zongshen impeached Xiao Yan, and he spoke eloquently for more than a thousand words. But there is a sentence that makes me unforgettable-"He is good and deceitful, he has a guilty fortitude, he is strict and strict, and his heart is so clear.

In the eyes of the world, I married such a terrible man.

It is also this man who has always sheltered me and fought alongside me, laying such a mountain.

I am convinced that my Cheer will never become a second son, and my Xiaoxiao does not have to bear the hardships I have undertaken because their father is Xiao Yan. All over the world, only he can support us in a world without wind and rain.

Back in the apse, squinting and taking a nap for a moment, the night was dark outside the curtain, nearly four days.

Just before dawn, it was the coldest and darkest moment in the night. Wrapped in a quilt, I still felt the slightest coolness, and after spending the middle of the night, tiredness finally struck.

There was a loud noise in the dream, as if shaking the house.

I woke up, turned over and sat up, outside the curtain, the fire was soaring, and the sound of shouting was shocking.

The rebels are siege!

I put on my robe and immediately ran out of the door. The fire had been red for a long time.

"The princess is careful!" The guards came up.

"When did you start the siege?" As soon as my voice fell, another loud noise made the ground tremble.

I stopped and held on to the chest of the leaping, the night sky with red fire flames seemed to be about to burn, pressing me heavily.

"Just a moment ago, the rebels began to storm the palace door." The guard stood behind me, his voice firmly and calm.

The city's fire was fierce, the sound of the killing was trembling, and the arrow stone burst into the sky like a shower.

I rushed all the way, as I boarded the gatehouse, sweating heavily, and looked at it with a dangling heart.

While the rebels changed their defense, the rebels blundered to the weakest Chengen Gate and hit the gate with a giant tree surrounded by four people.

Cheng Enmen was caught fire on the Lantern Festival many years ago. Qin Tianjian thought that the orientation of the gate was in conflict with the departure, so he demolished and rebuilt it.

After the reconstruction, the Chengen Gate was exquisitely carved and the golden wall was brilliant. However, it neglected the need for defense, and no gangway was set up.

Song Huai'en once presided over Xiu Zhongxiu and knew this weakness. Without the barriers of the ramparts, the gatehouse is difficult to guard. Once the gate of the palace is smashed, you can directly enter the west side of the palace ban.

Fortunately, Pang Gui has deployed more than 800 of the most elite crossbow battalions in advance. The crossbow rushed in all directions, like rain, pouring down, covering the palace door in the impenetrable arrow rain. Although the rebels were brave, they could not stop the dense crossbow, and hurriedly withdrew from the hundred steps. However, the arrow rain was slower, and the rebels attacked again.

Under the cover of a thick shield, the siege giant wood repeatedly charged offensively and slammed into the palace gate.

Pang Gui and Wei Han stood in front of each other, stood upright, and commanded the Ironbow Battalion to fight back.

Under a strong attack, the five columns of Tiehuo Battalion took turns firing and removing, there was no respite. The rebel crossbowmen also shot at the city head. From time to time, soldiers were shot down by arrows, and someone was behind them.

The fierce battle continued until dawn.

The crossbow battalion gradually occupied the advantage, and the rebel soldiers who attacked with giant woods shot arrows. Afterwards, they were weak. Most of them were shot before they reached the city gate.

The last round of crazy storms finally stopped at dawn.

The rebels failed in the first round of night raids.

"Two more days!" Wei Han's eyes were red, the sword did not return the sheath, strode forward, and shouted to the soldiers, "The morale of the rebels has been frustrated. Hold on for two more days, and Yu Zhang's army is coming! "

After changing the defense, Pang Gui and I checked the soldiers with me, but fortunately there were very few injuries.

The deceased and the severely wounded were lifted down, the lightly wounded were bandaged on the spot, and the soldiers who had changed their positions were lying on the ground, sleepy and sleepy.

Once the trumpets blew, they would stand up bravely and fight hard to resist the rebel attack!

Looking at their blood-stained armor, and the tired face in their doze, I could only clenched my fists secretly.

These young soldiers, and even the rebel soldiers shot and killed outside the palace gates, should have been heroes of defending the country. Their blood should be sprinkled on the frontier yellow sand instead of being buried at the feet of Tianzi.

I walked past the rest of the soldiers, stopped, and looked down to see their injuries.

The rolled wound, the scarlet blood stains, the real death and wounds were in sight.

How long will this killing last?

When is it coming to an end!

At this moment, I miss Xiao Yan intensely, hoping that he will appear in front of me immediately, ending all this cruelty!

The morning was bright, and after a night of rain, the world was washing.

The array of rebels is clear, such as the black iron-colored tide, and there is a glimmer of cold light in the sword in the morning light. After a night of fierce battle, it still shows no chaos. At this moment, both sides are ready to fight again, taking advantage of the short morning break.

I wonder how long this moment of peace can last.

Wei Han insisted that the guards take me back to Fengchi Palace to rest.

There was a fierce battle last night. Although the palace announced a curfew and closed all the halls, it was forbidden to go out, but it still could not hide the fierce fighting.

All the people who saw the palace along the road looked pale, as if a calamity was imminent. Since the rebellion of the kings of that year, there has been no overt rebellion against Miyagi. Rao is so, the palace people everywhere can still advance and retreat in order, without chaos. Inner court director Wang Fu is a confidante who has followed Wang for many years. He usually looks mediocre, and when he is in trouble, he shows tough measures and calmly restrains the palace.

Wang Fu came to Fengchi Palace to see me, dressed meticulously and calmly as usual.

"Even though something happened yesterday, the palace is still orderly, you are doing your job well, you are doing well." I smiled slightly, stood up and asked lightly, "Can I disturb the two houses?"

Wang Fuchai said, "The Emperor has been devoting himself to writing books recently, regardless of world affairs."

I was silent for a moment, "Do you really ask?"

"Yes." Wang Futton gave a meal, with a silk smile, and whispered, "Everything is normal in the Zhaoyang Hall, except that the mother-in-law was frightened, her condition was unstable, and she has been given medicine, and there should be no aunt."

I looked down quietly, but I didn't know whether my heart was sad or happy, but fortunate or sorry.

Hu Yao suffered from the loss of his son and the disaster of the tribe. He was almost unable to get ill. Although he was fully treated by Taiyi and saved his life, he lost all his mentality. He was all day long and only recognized his daughter-in-law and the maids around him. Unconscious, I seem to know nothing when I see it.

After the prince died, I no longer had the courage to see his uncle. He was also silent. He stayed in the dormitory all day and buried his book. He only asked about his surroundings, except for occasional questions about Hu Yao's condition. He never mentioned anyone else.

Since he was a boy, he has always had an ambitious wish to compile a collection of poems and poems by many famous artists since the founding of this dynasty, with a view to spreading it to future generations, so that Wenhua will not fall, and Yongming Yongming. This is the biggest dream of Ziyi's life. He once said that when the Emperor Qianqiu was over, only the articles passed down from generation to generation. If he can achieve this wish in his life, there is no regret.

At this time, he was sleeping and forgetting to write a book. He must be desperate, and only after fulfilling his wish, he could die easily.

I smiled sadly, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and frowned at the maid on the side, "The tea is cold."

The palace maid was busy with tea and quit.

With my hand on my side, I said lightly, "The West Pavilion of Chongming Palace has been deserted for a long time. Choose a good day and repair it again."

Wang Fu shocked, smiled, and bowed his head deeply, "The princess has a life, and the old slave obeys it."

"Very good." I stared at him for a moment and smiled slightly. "You go and let it go, everything is mine."

"The old slave is ignorant, and I don't know when Jiri will decide when it is appropriate." Wang Fu's low voice was a little nervous.

I bit my lip. "Just in these two days."

"Observe." Wang Fu said no more, worshiped me heavily, and stood up to leave the hall.

After he went far, I helped the chair slowly sit down, and then couldn't bear the pain in my heart.

——The secret of Chongming Xige, I thought I didn't have to use it in my life, but I didn't expect it to be useful today.

After a little breakfast, I squinted and lay on the couch, seemingly repeatedly awakened by sleep.

The shadows in front of him were seductive, at one time it was Zi Zi's resentful look, and at the same time it was Xiao Yan's angry face.

What awakened me again was not the shouting and killing sound coming from the direction of Yongdingmen, but the sound of the hall door being locked.

"What's going on?" I got up in a hurry and asked the maids next to me, all of them didn't know why.

But he could hear the imperial guard yelling across the door of the palace, "Subordinates are ordered to protect the princess' safety. Please ask the princess to temporarily avoid the hall, so don't go out."

"The princess saves her life--" A scream of screaming suddenly came from outside the hall, but it was actually the voice of Jade, and before I responded, the voice had suddenly stopped.

"Yuyu! Where are you?" I rushed to the door and looked through the gap between the carved flowers, only to see the back of the two guards at the end of the corridor, faintly a piece of royal blue sandwiched between them, had been taken away. .

I stood for a moment, suddenly returned to my heart, and exhausted my energy to slap the door crazyly, "Wei Han! You are bold--"

The guard outside the door allowed me to remain angry. The palace girl beside me hurriedly grabbed me, begging for anger again and again.

I shuddered all over, and it took me quite a while to say, "He wants, he wants to kill Jade and the children ..."

The rebels attacked the Yongding Gate again. At this time, Wei Han was afraid that he had red-eyes. When I was resting, he took the mother and son tied to the city and knew that I would stop them and locked the gate.

I have never hated myself so often. Why do you savagely arrest the old Song family and affect them so far? In order to sever the dispute between the emperor and the emperor, the young prince had to die. Although I was heartless, I did not regret it. Really innocent, even if Song Huai'en rebels, he can't even link his entire family. I wanted them to go to the palace just to let Song Huain cast a jerk, but never thought they would really kill them. Jade has missed my life because of me, if she and her children are killed again ...

I dare not think about it any more, Huo Ran pulled out the short sword in his sleeve, and slashed to the door of the palace desperately.

Sawdust splattered, and the mahogany carved temple door was under this iron-cut short sword. Although the spattered splattered and the knife marks were vertical and horizontal, it could not be easily destroyed. The guards and maids were frightened by my actions, or screamed or scratched their heads, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

After a slash, I was weak and leaning against the door, breathing heavily, but there was nothing I could do.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I said, "If you don't open the door, I will kill you all!"

The palace guards knew my means well, and knew that I must do what I said. I was horrified and begged for mercy.

"Open the door if you don't want to die!" I said coldly.

The guards did not dare to hesitate and immediately opened the door.

I pulled my feet and ran to Yongdingmen, only hate the long road, my life is in danger for an instant, but I ca n’t ask God to make a big mistake.

On the door of Yongding, the cry of children came from far away.

I ran to the head of the city desperately, and the soldiers on both sides saw me radiating the sword, and I was horrified to stop it.

Yuxi was pressed by two soldiers on the city's head, next to Song Huaien's old mother and two sons. Even the youngest two-year-old daughter was raised by a soldier in her hands, crying while dancing.

"Stop it for me!" I drank it with all my strength, no longer supporting it, and fell to the ground with my knees bent.

Jade has heard my voice, struggling and crying, "Princess help! Save the children, don't hurt them-"

The breath in my chest was chaotic, and I couldn't speak for a moment, only staring at Wei Han coldly.

He stomped his feet, "Prince! What kind of righteousness do you talk to the wolf ambitious man, you will not kill his wife and children, but he will kill your daughter! Look below!"

With a bang in my ear, I rushed to the head of the city, and suddenly saw Song Huaien's shot in front of the rebels. The horse kneeled down with a girl with a lot of flowers tied up, exuding shoulders, which was Qin Zhi!

It was dark, and I was almost unstable.

Aunt Xu took Cheer and Xiaoxiao, and Ayue later took Qin Zhi, rushed to Jiangxia Palace, picked up his brother's children, and sent them to Ci'an Temple together.

Now Qin Zhi falls in his hands, isn't A Yue and Aunt Xu also ... I'm jumping in my heart, trying to stabilize my mind and calm myself down.

If Cheer also fell into Song Huai'en's hands, it wasn't just Qin who was tied to the front at the moment. Presumably something else happened midway, so that she was captured. With this in mind, I felt a little stable in my heart. I saw Qin Zhi's big flowers at a glance, but I was very sad and angry. When the child was around, although he also showed more love, he was always separated by a layer of intimacy. However, at this moment, when I saw her embarrassed and humiliated, I even felt the pain of the skin, as if it was really connected to her blood.

Under the city, Song Huain slowly raised his head.

At noon, the sun was shining on his silver helmet. He could not see his face, but he was faintly murderous.

"Zhengyi County Lord, your mother-in-law is in front of you. Would you like to ask her to open the palace door and let you in?" Song Huaien snorted coldly, word by word, cold and clear in her ears.

Qin Zhi, who was kneeling underground, suddenly raised her head and shouted, "I'm not the Lord of Zhenyi County, I'm the girl of the royal palace. Don't deceive you!"

The rebellion was uproaring, and even the generals behind me were surprised.

I bit my lip fiercely, holding back the tears in my eyes.

Qin Zhi, Qin Zhi, you silly child!

Song Huai-en was silent for a moment, and Lai's pouting laughed, "Okay, a good Lord of Zhenyi County, it really has a wind of charity!"

Qin Zhi's head scolded, "You bullshit, my mother is not a princess, my mother has long died!"

She still thought that the childish voice was faintly heard, but she was heartfelt.

Wei Han laughed, "A fake county master, where is the life of your family of five?"

Song Huaien's voice came coldly, "Life and death are fate. If the low-key and the dog are destined to die, there will be a princess to give them a ride, Song is grateful."

Wei Han scolded, "Laozi threw your daughter out of town, to see if your dog thief's heart was made of flesh!"

Yuxi screamed, "No! Wyan, you retreat, please retreat ..."

Her words did not fall, Song Huaien backhandedly bowed, and an arrow broke through, rubbing against Jade's ear, and plunging into the wall.

The last half of the sentence of Jade was cut off, and he kept silent, and looked at the city with a mouth open, as if foolish.

"Well!" Wei Han shouted, "good poison!"

I closed my eyes and resolutely said, "The generals hear clearly, the town is not the Lord of Jeongyi!"

Wei Han stunned, then coldly bowed his head, "Subordinates understand! Bowman-"

Following his order, two columns of crossbowmen aimed at the city immediately with arrows, covering Song Huaien and Qin Zhi in the range of the crossbow.

The rebels were in chaos, and the shields rushed forward to cover the two.

However, Song Huai'en resolutely relented. He turned the lance long, and the tip of the triangular prism reached Qin's heart. "Mou's loyalty to the country, and the solitary daughter entrusted King Yuzhang, did he end today?"

"Bring your bow." I said coldly.

I haven't saved the bow and arrow for many years. The archery that my uncle taught me was already rusty.

I gritted my teeth, opened an arrow and opened my bow, and aimed at the city-with my little force, I couldn't kill people naturally, but I only needed the gesture of killing, which was enough.

When I saw my own bow and arrow, there was an uproar inside and outside the palace door.

I took a deep breath, gazed at Song Huaien below the city, and shouted in a deep voice, "Don't say a fake county lord, even if the real county lord is here, it is worth it for her to change your life!"

Song Huai En stared straight at me, and even the air seemed to condense.

The tip of my arrow and him are in a long line, traveling through ten years, and connecting the past with a little bit of grace.