Feng Qian was dressed in armor and majestic, standing on the bow of a yellow dragon. He waved his hand, and the arrow rain stopped. His ship boarded the Monchong boat, and he himself, holding a broadsword, jumped on board.
The sword opened the ajar door of the cabin and saw the corpses of the two actors, Wan Gai and Ding Xianqi. Their backs were full of arrows. Those were the arrows they had shot when they were protecting Huan Xuan.
It is because of their sacrifices that Huan Xuan can still breathe now. However, this fat pig-like emperor has been hit by more than ten arrows now. He is covered in blood. He only has the strength to breathe and can almost move.
I can't even move.
Huan Sheng was lying next to Huan Xuan. He was not injured and could not stop crying. Feng Qian waved his hand and several sergeants rushed forward and took Huan Sheng aside. Huan Xuan watched helplessly as his son was pulled away crying.
But he could only murmur: "After all, this day has finally come. Your Excellency, who are you?!"
Feng Qian laughed: "That's right Feng Qian, the Protector of Yizhou!"
Huan Xuan's hands were trembling slightly. He raised his hands with difficulty, pulled out the jade hairpin on his head, and wanted to hand it to Feng Qian: "Feng, Feng Duhu, don't, don't kill, kill the emperor!"
Feng Qian shouted loudly, flew out with his kick, kicked the hosta away, smashed it against the bulkhead, and immediately broke into pieces. He said sternly: "I will kill the emperor's thief!" The sword flashed, illuminating Huan Xuan's pale face.
His face, and the blood spurting out from his neck stained the fragments of the hosta that fell to the ground red. Huan Xuan's head fell to the ground sadly, just like the banner with Chu characters floating in the water.
All the Mao family soldiers present burst into cheers because they saw Huan Xuan's head held high in Feng Qian's hand. However, among the cheers, there was the cry of a child.
, Gradually, all the cheering soldiers stopped, and their eyes focused on Huan Sheng, who was surrounded by several tall and thick sergeants, with tears on his face. He only heard the child sobbing and crying: "Father, Emperor,
You, you don’t want to die, how can the child live alone if you die? Mother, the mother doesn’t want the child anymore, child, the child doesn’t want you to leave.”
Fei Tian also boarded the main ship. A trace of unbearability flashed across Feng Qian's face. He stepped forward and whispered: "Fei Canjun, what should I do with this child?"
Fei Tian frowned slightly: "He is Huan Xuan's crown prince, King of Yu Zhang, and Huan Xuan's only flesh and blood. The court has decreed that Huan Chu rebels against the party, and everyone can be pardoned, except the Huan family. This is
Although the child is pitiful, he was born into the wrong family and will only die. Someone..."
Mao Xiuzhi's voice sounded next to Fei Tian: "Fei Canjun, I think the killing of a five-year-old child is outraged by both humans and gods and cannot be tolerated by nature. Although Huan Sheng is the son of a treasonous sinner and should be punished according to law, this kind of thing is the most
It's better not to do it ourselves. Let's leave it to Marshal Liu and let him and the court make the decision. We killed Huan Xuan and captured Huan Sheng, which is already a great achievement. We don't need to use the head of a child to add new achievements.
Alright."
Fei Tian nodded: "That's fine. If you keep a line in your life, maybe you can accumulate virtues and do good deeds for yourself. Master Xiu, then I'd like you and Feng Duhu to work hard now to bring down Huan Xuan, Huan Shikang, Yu Yizhi and other traitors.
His head was sent back to Jiangling, along with Huan Sheng. By the way, didn’t you say that His Majesty is in Jiangling now?”
Mao Xiuzhi nodded: "Yes, don't drive Wang Kangchan in Jingzhou. Wang Tengzhi, the prefect of Nanyang, should have abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side and supported your majesty anyway. It should be better to leave Huan Sheng to your majesty personally."
Fei Tian smiled and said: "Master Xiu, you can take the credit for this. However, don't forget Feng Duhu, who personally beheaded Huan Xuan. I will return to Yizhou to resume my life, and Master You will continue to lead me."
Bringing Duke Fan's coffin back to Jiankang, my lord and the others will definitely be very happy."
Mao Xiuzhi smiled slightly: "I believe Liu Zhenjun will be even happier when he hears this news. Our Dajin can finally truly have peace and tranquility after so many years of civil war and chaos!"
One day later, Jiangling, Gongcheng, and Chuigong Hall.
When Huanxuan was in charge of Jingzhou, he violated the rules and built a palace in the pattern of the imperial city to satisfy his craving for attending the emperor's court meetings. However, within a few days of its construction, he sent troops to Jiankang.
, maybe he would never have dreamed that his head would now be placed in a fine rosewood box, placed in the palace together with Huan Shikang and Yu Yizhi's, and lying on the dragon bed in the palace.
, Sima Dezong, who looked like a vegetative state, actually smiled on his face when he saw Huan Xuan's head, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth. Probably, even such a mentally retarded person still remembers that it was this head that once
Let him have no food or drink, almost starve to death, take away his country and land, and let him wander around.
Sima Dewen took out a yellow handkerchief and wiped the saliva from the corner of his brother's mouth. Wang Kangchan in the palace laughed and said, "Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty. The ancestors of the Jin Dynasty were protected by their heroic spirits, and finally the rebel thief was killed and beheaded."
I, Da Jin, am invincible in the world!"
There was a sound of disgusting flattery in the hall: "I, Da Jin, am invincible in the world!"
In fact, just a month ago, this sentence was repeated here every day, except that Da Jin was changed to Da Chu. Now the word has been changed, but there is no sense of inconsistency.
Mao Xiuzhi, who was standing behind the three heads, raised his lips in disdain and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the leader of the bandit is here now. Does he want to show off to the public in Jiangling, or to pass on the leader to Jiankang and fight in Dahang? Please tell me.
Show me."
Sima Dewen said calmly: "After all, Huan Xuan has many gang members here. If you show it to the public for too long, I'm afraid some traitors will steal it secretly, so just go out and show it to the public for a long time, and just show the heads of the other two thieves at the west gate."
At this point, he paused: "Also, where is Huan Xuan's little bastard?"
Mao Xiuzhi frowned slightly. From these words, he heard a hint of murderous intent, but he still saluted and replied: "Your Majesty, Huan Xuan's son, King Huan Sheng of Yuzhang has been brought here, and he is with His Highness."
Sima Dewen waved his hand, and soon, two strong sergeants carried a five-year-old child up to the temple. At this time, the gorgeous clothes on his body were gone, and he was replaced by a coarse prison uniform, and his hair was disheveled.
, he kept crying because there were already many fleas and mosquitoes biting him, which was a hardship he had never experienced since he was born. As he cried, he said: "You can't kill me, I am King Yuzhang."
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A cold light flashed in Sima Dewen's eyes: "Because you are the hypocritical King Yuzhang, you have only one way to die. Huan Sheng, remember to cast the right child in the next life, and don't be born into an emperor's family. In this way, you can live longer."
point."
This chapter has been completed!