The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

The Seventh Prince said sadly: "The minister there can only bear the reputation of being unfilial." After saying that, he raised his hand, and a hundred guards with swords and armor rushed out of the hall. The imperial forest army was detained by the rushing army at some point. The emperor didn't expect such a sudden attack, but no one in the hall dared to move. The queen mother remained calm, and the ministers were silent.

There was a chilling smell in the air, the emperor stared coldly at the seventh prince in front of him, his body stiffened under the bright yellow dragon robe. Fu Yunxi had only been dead for two days, and these people were about to make a move, or they had planned for a long time, but now they finally dared to do it. The seventh prince raised the corners of his lips: "Father, tell my son, where is the soldier talisman?"

In the understatement of the words, the murderous intention is full.

It was as if the air froze, everyone held their breath, the emperor retreated step by step, and the prince pressed each other tightly, there was no trace of father-son affection. This is the royal family, this is father and son. There is no warmth, no détente, only power and blade.

"If I say no..." the emperor said in a deep voice, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the seventh prince: "Father, I have to take it myself."

He raised his hand, and all the guards outside rushed in.

But outside the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city still couldn't resist, and wave after wave of Xirong soldiers rushed up. They were extremely fierce and completely desperate. The large group of soldiers who had always had the upper hand on the battlefield felt the strength of the enemy for the first time. But the crisis has not been resolved. More and more Xirong soldiers rushed over, and the city gate seemed to be unable to resist, but the Xirong people became more and more courageous as they fought. They seem to have known the formation of the large group of soldiers a long time ago, and they broke through the formation very quickly. A large number of reinforcements have not arrived for a long time. Seeing that there are more and more fallen soldiers, the defender is a veteran who is over sixty years old. This time Xirong sent troops suddenly, he took the initiative to ask for Ying, he was also a general who defended the city, he had done a lot of meritorious service on the battlefield, but he was old, such a tossing was already too much.

He regained his composure, suddenly threw the long spear in his hand to the ground, and roared loudly: "The city is here!" After roaring, he rushed into the enemy army with the long spear. When the soldiers with the army saw it, their eyes were red, and they immediately rushed towards the enemy with the same words in their mouths. This army has been on the battlefield before, and has confronted the Xirong people before, but it has never encountered such a tragic situation. It would have been nice if King Xuanqing and General Cheng were here, they are Shuras on the battlefield, even if they do nothing and stand here, they will immediately boost the morale of the soldiers. The enemy would be terrified when they saw them, but now King Xuanqing has died of illness, and General Cheng is nowhere to be found. The remaining few young generals in the imperial court have no experience, and the rest are greedy for life and afraid of death. Facing the well-prepared soldiers of Xirong, there is really no chance of winning. The sky is about to die!

The brief impact did not bring too much hope to the large number of soldiers. In an instant, there were lights of swords and shadows of swords everywhere, the wails of soldiers, splashes of blood, screams and howls everywhere. Despair and vitality, the blood stained the sunset, and the gate of Dazong was finally cracked by the Xirong people's attacks again and again.

city! broken!

As thousands of troops descended, the Xirong people immediately shot surprise glances in their eyes, and rushed towards the city gate. Once they enter the capital, they can do whatever they want. These executioners will kill all the people in the capital, rob them of their treasures, kidnap their wives and daughters, and occupy this land! They will mercilessly treat Dazong people as their own slaves!

But at this moment, a loud bugle and drums suddenly sounded from a distance. The soldiers of Xirong looked together, but they saw the sound of countless galloping horses' hoofs coming towards the wind. On the tallest horse in the front was a man wearing silver armor and holding a long sword. It was Cheng Lei who had been missing for many days.

Not to mention anything else, just seeing Cheng Lei made some Xirong soldiers who were leading the battle feel stage fright. However, Cheng Lei pointed the long sword in his hand without hesitation, and shouted: "Boys, kill all these robbers, go!"

The horseshoes kicked up the billowing smoke and rushed towards the face. This army was too tough, uniform and high morale, which made the Xirong soldiers who had just won a little bit overwhelmed, and the army was disrupted by the cavalry. Once the army is disrupted, it is much easier to attack. However, in just a short time, the Xirong soldiers who were still extremely arrogant before suddenly became a mess, and retreated without their helmets and armor.

Cheers rang out from the top of the city, and the soldiers couldn't be happier. Standing on the city gate, Cheng Lei laughed vigorously. As a general, nothing is more happiest than winning a battle. This battle was fought happily, and Cheng Lei himself was also very happy. After holding back for so long, I can finally do it. I don't know what happened to Yun Xi?

But it's on the side of the Jinluan Palace.

Countless guards with knives aimed their blades at the emperor, the shining blades were really dazzling, and the emperor's face was livid. The Empress Dowager patted the Emperor's back unhurriedly, as if to please him: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I hope you can give the military talisman to His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince. This country is still a large one. It cannot be snatched by the Xirong people, if they refuse to give the military talisman to His Royal Highness, once the Xirong people attack the city, it will be destroyed."

It's just wanting to seize power, why bother to say it so high-sounding. The emperor sneered: "My great country? I am afraid that if I gave the soldier talisman to Lao Qi, this country will really become a place where Xirong people come to sit."

As soon as these words came out, the Empress Dowager's face changed slightly, but the change was very small. Soon it was back to normal, she smiled slightly: "The emperor was joking, but the emperor is holding the military talisman like this, it doesn't look like a wise king, His Royal Highness is also your own flesh and blood, so why don't you worry about it." One step later, the Queen Mother has already fully grasped that it doesn't matter whether the emperor is willing or not. The Xirong people have already entered the capital, and the Imperial Forest Army has also been controlled. For this day, she had waited for more than ten years, and now that Fu Yunxi was dead, she had nothing to worry about. Everything went smoothly. Once the Seventh Prince came to power, if he was obedient, he would be made a puppet emperor. If he was not obedient, the puppet would not let him be. After all, the Seventh Prince is not her own grandson, even if she is her own grandson, she will relentlessly eradicate anyone who opposes her.

The emperor just looked at the flying dragon at the corner of the seventh prince's robe. This person was his own son. Although he belonged to the most ruthless emperor's family, it was still difficult for him to accept the fact that father and son killed each other. Whether it is the renunciation of the king as a courtier, or the betrayal of a son to his father. The actions of the seventh prince have already deeply hurt the emperor's heart. How could he hand over the military power, once he handed over, he would really have no way to go, the seventh prince was cruel and ruthless, and he would not show mercy to the prince. And the queen mother kept saying that she was not a wise king, and she even suspected her own flesh and blood. Isn't it just to find a perfect excuse. In the history of successful forced palaces, the first thing for those who sit in that position is to erase all their own stains, so as not to allow themselves to have major mistakes in the history books.