Outside Fuzhou City, the cold moon was hanging high. Hou Xuanyan, who had a rest, rushed to Fuzhou with his personal guards in the moonlight. Occasionally, a few insects and birds cried out, and a few early crows flew out from the bushes on both sides of the official road.

Hong Yizhuo grabbed the reins of the horse and grabbed the belly of the horse, and stepped forward and said, "Brother, my people told me last night that there were people lying on the roadside outside the city."

Hou Xuanyan nodded, and did not answer. He continued to rush to Fuzhou City in one breath. When he arrived at the city, the soldiers guarding the city who had not slept all night, felt relieved when they saw only a few hundred people. They diligently opened the city gate and welcomed the group into the city.

Five thousand elite cavalry in Fengzi Camp were wearing armor and holding sharp horses, staying in the manor, led by Xia Wanchun, ready to respond at any time. When the sky was about to dawn, the sun and the moon were hanging in the sky at the same time, Xia Wanchun led his men to the suburbs of the city and set up a formation. The defenders on the city tower looked at the war horses that were occasionally digging their hooves under the city, and immediately were silent soldiers, as cold as the morning frost in late autumn.

The emperor was in a state of discomfort and had not had morning court for many days. Hou Xuanyan entered the palace under the imperial edict, and the gates of the palace were opened one after another.

The road was lined with palace guards wearing heavy armor and holding steel knives.

When he arrived at the gate of the inner palace, the gate was wide open. A young man in red robe and brocade clothes walked out of the door, stopped Hou Xuan's horse, and bowed and said, "The deep palace is in great importance, no one can enter!"

Hong Yizhuo said loudly: "This is Wu Yue Bo Hou Xuanyan, who is ordered to enter the palace and retreat quickly."

The young general sneered: "Then please let Uncle get off the horse and enter the palace alone, and other idle people wait outside the palace to wait."

Hou Xuanyan's face was as deep as water and silent. Hong Yizhuo had been with him for a long time and knew his intentions best. He then smiled and walked forward, rode on a horse and bent down, and said to the young general in front of the horse's head: "We are ordered to enter the palace. Your Majesty has something to ask for important matters. I would like to ask this military master to go in and report it. If Your Majesty does not allow us to enter the palace, we will naturally withdraw from the palace."

The young general curled his lips, pinched his waist with one hand and bent his other arm upwards, stretched his thumb back, and his tone was domineering: "Just! Do you know where it is inside? When someone comes, he asks me to inform him. Isn't that your Majesty?" A cold light flashed, and the voice stopped abruptly. The young general's face still had a arrogant expression, and his head had rolled to the side. His head was standing straight, and blood gushed out like a pillar.

Hong Yizhuo held the bloodless steel knife in his hand and kicked the standing corpse away with one foot, whispering loudly: "We are ordered to enter the side of Qingjun in the city, and let go if you don't want to die."

After saying that, the group rode their horses into the inner palace, and the other guards in the palace suddenly changed drastically and were at a loss. The order of Duke Pingguo Zheng Zhilong was to let Hou Xuanyan enter the palace, but they never expected that these hundreds of people would dare to take the initiative. No one expected that this would happen, so there was no way to respond. A general hurriedly got on the horse and rushed to Zheng's mansion to ask for instructions.

At the same time, Hou Xuanyan and his three hundred personal guards had closed the gate of the inner palace. Separating the guards outside the palace, the gate was not very strong and could be destroyed in a few strokes of the wood. Therefore, the people outside the palace were not very anxious and were waiting for Zheng Zhilong's orders. As for the safety of the emperor, they wanted Hou Xuanyan to kill the lord and give them sufficient reasons.

After Hou Xuanyan got off the horse, he left his personal guards to guard the palace gate and led dozens of people to the palace. On the way, he caught a palace maid and asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

The palace maid, who was so scared that she was carrying her collar, took them to Zhu Youjian's bedroom.

Hou Xuanyan ran into the eunuch Wang Xiangnian head-on. The two met one after another last time. When Wang Xiangnian saw it, he turned from surprise to joy: "Wu Yue Bo has entered the palace, come with our family to see Your Majesty."

Wang Xiangnian had a bruised nose and swollen face, and he limped when he walked. It turned out that the last time he sent his confidant to Yangzhou to deliver a letter, but when Zheng Zhilong found out, he sent someone to beat him up.

Hou Xuanyan brought people to the bedroom and saw a man lying on the bed under the yellow curtain, beside the bed was a simple-dressed woman.

Wang Xiangnian hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Empress, Wu Yue Bo has entered the palace."

Hou Xuanyan half-kneeled and saluted, "My minister Hou Xuanyan, I have met Your Majesty, Empress."

When Zhu Youjian heard this, he struggled to get up. Queen Zeng hurriedly helped him up.

A weak voice came: "Hou Aiqing, come to my side quickly."

Hou Xuanyan stood up and came to the front of the collapse. When he saw the emperor's appearance, he felt mixed feelings. Emperor Longwu had already been killed at this time in history, but the current situation is really not much better than death.

Emperor Longwu's lips were pale, his eyes were deep, his eyes were black, and his arms were trembling slightly. He didn't have the appearance of the smart and capable middle-aged emperor last time. Prince Zhuang Jing's premature death, Zheng Zhilong's domineering arrogance, and the short-sighted eyes of the court officials were all biting his life like poisonous insects.

Hou Xuanyan's eyes became astringent, his nose felt sore, and he said in a calm voice: "Your Majesty, I am here to save you!"

Two lines of turbid tears flowed down Zhu Youjian's cheeks. He held Hou Xuanyan's hands and said, "He Tengjiao deserves to die. The order to conquer his beloved minister is not issued by me."

Hou Xuanyan nodded frequently and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will escort you out of Fujian and go to Jinling to worship Xiaoling. Your Majesty must take care of you, and you must also preside over the great cause of the Northern Expedition and recover the Central Plains."

Zhu Youjian was in the palace for a long time, and did not know the situation outside the palace, and said tremblingly: "Okay... OK! How many people have you brought here? Have you eliminated the traitor Zheng Zhilong?"

Hou Xuan spoke: "Although I have only brought five thousand men and are still outside the palace, I have already made plans and will definitely take His Majesty out of Fujian."

When Zhu Youjian heard this, he showed his true nature of martial arts. He was not scared, but said, "My family life will be entrusted to my beloved." After that, he turned around and said to Queen Zeng who had been sobbing beside him, "Go and call the palace servants to change clothes for me, and obey the arrangements of Hou beloved."

Outside the palace, Zheng Zhilong's mansion, kneeling on the ground, told the story of the bloody incident that occurred in the palace gate. Zheng Zhilong was not angry but happy.

He slapped the table and laughed: "Hou Xuanyan was young and energetic after all, and he thought I really didn't dare to touch him. He really thought that after he died, the 300,000 Northern Expedition Army would still be able to avenge him. He mobilized the people prepared in advance to the Fengzi Camp outside the city to annihilate him. The others in Fuzhou City went to the palace and surrounded the palace and could not release a bird. Today we washed the palace bloodi, then put the shit basin on his head, and said that he had killed all His Majesty and the palace servants, and then we were rectified. Hahaha..."

Zheng Hongkui stood up and said, "Brother, will the life of Old Man Longwu be left alone?"

"This old guy is not open his eyes and thinks about opposing our brothers, so he simply kills another one. The King of Lu is not imprisoned in Fuzhou, I think he is good. Half of Hou Xuanyan's subordinates are old subordinates of King Lu, so it is easier to recruit him." Zheng Zhilong was proud and had already begun to look forward to the bright prospects after the regicide.

It is well known that the Zheng Mansion has raising private soldiers, so the people in the Zheng Mansion rushed straight to the imperial city, and the people in Fuzhou City were not surprised. In their eyes, Zheng Zhilong was the emperor of Fujian, and these people were not as respectful to the Ming Dynasty as the grass-headed king Zheng Zhilong.

After a while, in the princess's mansion, a servant in blue was in front of Zhao Yuanhua bowed and said, "Boss, the villain has seen all the people in the Zheng Mansion killing the palace."

Zhao Yuanhua looked solemn and said, "Call up brothers and take action!"

Behind Fan Xiong are dozens of personal soldiers of Duke Yang Degong of Jingguo. Each of them held a Park knife and said viciously: "This time, I will take my life to fight for Hou Xuanyan. After the matter is completed, Jie Jiang's grace will be considered a two-year sacrificial!"

Zhao Yuanhua changed his previous timid old slave, looked straight and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Every moment of ours is exchanged for the bloody battle in the palace. Get on the horse and kill it!"
Chapter completed!