The whole room was filled with the bloody smell of death. Due to extreme fear, the concubines and the prince and princess had stopped crying, and the palace became eerily quiet for an instant.
The guards walked back to Eunuch Qin, took out the white silk and wrapped it around his neck.
The emperor, concubines and princes and princesses closed their eyes with tears. In their ears, they could only hear Eunuch Qin shouting at the top of his lungs: "Long live the emperor..." After shouting the words for a lifetime, he was hanged to death in the middle of the sentence.
middle.
The masters in the palace could only let tears wash their faces silently. Fear, humiliation, and despair made them prepare to face death silently in their hearts.
Mr. Luo was a little impatient. He glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on the two children under the emperor's knees. Then, with a ferocious smile, he walked closer to them step by step.
The emperor had a premonition of his intention, and hugged the two children tightly with both hands, staring at Mr. Luo Xiang motionlessly. The two children were so frightened that they crawled into their father's arms. This most noble father in the world, this
Could it be that the most upright person in their eyes couldn't protect them?
Old Man Luo walked up to him and without hesitation stretched out his hand and pulled out the little princess's arm. The little princess screamed in fright, and the emperor held her tightly and wouldn't let go.
When the prince heard his sister's cry, blood rushed to his head. The little man struggled to break free from his father's arms, opened his mouth and bit old Luo's hand.
"Wow!" Old Man Luo raised his other hand angrily, and was about to slap the prince on the back of the head.
A loud "Bang!" behind him stopped his movement in mid-air.
Everyone looked at the door and saw a general wearing a black fox fur uniform standing at the door with his back to the light, holding a long knife in his hand, with a soldier stuck on the tip of the knife, and he raised it in the air again.
Hit the ground hard.
At this time, everyone discovered that there were dead bodies lying on the ground outside the hall behind him.
The guards in the palace recognized him. Zhao Changyuan, the third-grade returning general of the dynasty, was also the man who had trained their people with iron-blooded skills in the Baiyun Mountain camp in the past two months. So no one dared to come forward, they just looked at him helplessly.
Step by step he walked into the inner hall. "I am late to help you, I hope your Majesty will forgive me!" He lifted his shirt and gave a solemn salute.
"No gifts! Just come." The emperor felt hot in his heart and almost shed tears.
The prince stared blankly at Zhao Changyuan, who was fully armored, wide and long, and half a head taller than others. He was as excited as if he saw Erlang descending from the earth: "Brother General! Save us quickly!"
The child's voice made Zhao Changyuan feel sad: "Your Highness, I won't let anyone bully you anymore." After saying that, he saw that one of Luo Xiangye's hands was still tightly holding the little princess's arm.
His eyes instantly burned with blazing fire, and all the hairs on his body stood up. This beast actually wanted to attack a child!
He stood up and took a step forward. Mr. Luo was so frightened that he dropped the little princess and shouted for help to the guards in front of the palace: "Quick, get up here!"
Swords and swords were attacking from all directions. Zhao Changyuan took off his shirt and threw it over the heads of the two young princes, covering their sight under the shirt.
The concubines took the opportunity to huddle in the corner, closing their eyes and covering their ears, waiting for the final arrangement of fate.
Mr. Luo almost crawled out of the dormitory under the shadow of swords and swords. The shocking bloody scene outside the door made him even more frightened. Is this Zhao Changyuan from Zhengzhao? What do these imperial guards do for food? It is better to go to the front hall and call Guo Chongxi.
Come and deal with him.
The emperor lowered his eyelids and hugged the two children. The sound of killing in his ears gradually became quieter. Until a pair of combat boots appeared in his sight, he slowly raised his head and faced Zhao Changyuan's murderous eyes.
The prince and the little princess also secretly opened the war robes covering their heads and found that the original gangsters had disappeared. In fact, they had all been thrown out of the inner palace by Zhao Changyuan. Only then did they get out of their father's arms, and they seemed to have been found again.
Like a savior, he rushed to Zhao Changyuan's side and grabbed his big blood-stained hands. The anger on his face was instantly swept away by the innocence of a child, and he said to the two children shyly: "I...
Dirty hands…”
The little princess raised her head, staring at the beautiful face of the superior with flashing eyes, and said childishly: "When I grow up, I want you to be my princess's consort!"
Those crisp words instantly eased the original murderous atmosphere in the palace. The concubines came to Zhao Changyuan's side one after another, as if they were drifting in the ocean and suddenly encountered a lighthouse.
The little general blushed at the princess's teasing words, and replied in a huff, "No... I have a wife." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him laughed softly. This stupid general, even the little general couldn't even
The child's words are also taken seriously.
The prince stuck out his tongue at the little princess, made a face and mocked: "I have a wife, you are really not ashamed!"
The emperor's originally depressed heart was instantly brightened by the cute guys in front of him. He smiled softly and asked Zhao Changyuan seriously: "How is the situation outside?"
Zhao Changyuan responded calmly, hoping to minimize the cruelty of the reality: "Back to the emperor, Guo Chongxi is guarding the front hall, and the rebels are threatening the emperor's life, so the rescuers dare not act rashly."
The prince blinked and asked curiously: "Then how did you get in?"
He blushed and replied with some embarrassment: "Weichen... came over the wall." I hope he won't teach the children badly.
However, the prince's eyes immediately lit up: "Teach me a lesson, I want to go out and play too." The little princess also became interested: "I want to, too!" He still taught the child a bad lesson.
"Okay, please be quiet first." The emperor stopped the children's endless commotion and asked Zhao Changyuan uneasily: "In your opinion, what should we do now?"
"Before Wei Chen entered the palace, he had ordered people to rescue his father in prison, General Yang and Master Pan. Before their reinforcements arrived, Wei Chen would do his best to protect the emperor." The young general clasped his fists and swore, his clean eyes filled with tears.
A look of perseverance.
Looking at the little general in front of him who was young enough to be his own son, his face seemed to still have some childishness. His armor was stained with blood, and his hands were not only stained with the blood of the enemy, but also scratched with blood. The emperor was a little moved.
: "He is indeed my beloved general..."
Before he finished speaking, thunderous footsteps sounded outside the door. Before anyone had time to react, Zhao Changyuan had already grasped the long sword, turned around and walked out of the inner hall, and when he disappeared in front of everyone, he did not forget to give a warning.
: "Don't come out!"
As the sound of killing sounded again, everyone in the hall was clutching their hearts and covering their ears, unwilling to think about the cruel scene outside. At this time, Guo Chongxi was busy fighting in the front hall with General Hu who broke into the hall to rescue him.
No time to deal with Zhao Xiaobailian.
Zhao Changyuan stood alone outside the dormitory door like this, with a body and a long sword, using up his physical strength bit by bit, blocking and killing the endless waves of rebels.
Underfoot.
After speaking, she paused, wanting everyone to digest what she said.
Aunt Six was impatient, so she pulled her and said, "Girl, if you have anything to say, just say it. We have no ideas, so we'll just listen to your ideas." She became more and more curious about Gong Yueyue, and really wanted to ask her about the time before she traveled through time.
What kind of work does it do?
Gong Yueyue saw that everyone was staring at her with serious expressions and seemed to be very cooperative, so she explained: "What I mean is, let's not rush into the palace first, let's do two things separately first."
Pan Zhuqing nodded: "You tell me what it is."
"The first thing is to go to Guo Chongxi's home and bring his family out by any means. This Guo Chongxi is a key figure and holds the entire city's imperial army. If you deal with him, you will get twice the result with half the effort." She used all the tricks of a negotiator.
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Pan Zhuqing expressed his approval: "I understand, what about the second one?"
"Brother Pan, do you know who owns the architectural drawings of this palace?"
"I've been there many times, I can..." Pan Zhuqing wanted to say that he could draw a sketch.
But Gong Yueyue immediately rejected his idea and said in an unquestionable tone: "No, sketches are useless. They must be the most detailed drawings. The more detailed and accurate the more useful they are."
Pan Zhuqing thought about it carefully, and finally his eyes lit up: "Let me think about it... Mr. Li, the Minister of Industry, must have it!"
Yueyue smiled with satisfaction: "Let's stop dawdling and divide into two teams. After finishing the work, we will gather directly at the gate of the palace."
In the end, everyone was divided into two groups. The first group was led by Gong Yueyue, and the members were Du Ruotong, Pan Aishao, and Xiao Juan. The purpose was to invite people to Guo Chongxi's house.
The second group was led by Pan Zhuqing, and its members were Liu Yi and Han Chenglie. The task was to go to the house of the Minister of Industry to pick up the drawings.
Two carriages took two groups of people and galloped away in two directions.
"Yueyue, if...if they refuse to cooperate for a while, what should we do?" In the carriage, Du Ruotong was a little uneasy.
Gong Yueyue smiled proudly: "Oh, you didn't even look at who I just picked."
"Who?" Du Ruotong asked in confusion, only to realize that Yueyue's eyes glanced at the two big men sitting opposite.
"We have a bandit and a bully here. Are we still afraid that they won't cooperate?" Yueyue smiled after saying this. Xiao Juan lowered his head in embarrassment and remained silent.
But Mr. Pan responded shamelessly: "Thank you for the compliment."
When they arrived at the Guo Mansion, several people were dumbfounded. Not even a living person could be seen in the mansion. After returning to the carriage, Gong Yueyue suddenly realized: "I think I may have guessed why Guo Chongxi suddenly betrayed."
Du Ruotong and Xiao Juan both looked confused.
Only Mr. Pan on the opposite side also showed a look of sudden enlightenment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Someone got there first."
"The evil young man is wise." Gong Yueyue felt more and more that he was not simple.
The evil young man didn't bother to put on airs in front of this shrewd girl, so he squinted his eyes and replied: "You're not a bad goat either."
When I arrived at the gate of the palace, I waited until it was almost time to give up, and then I saw Pan Zhuqing's carriage approaching rapidly from a distance.
"It's so dark, I can't see clearly at all." Spreading out the drawings, the dim moonlight couldn't provide much illumination at all, leaving Gong Yueyue and others at a loss.
It wasn't until Xiao Juan got a torch from somewhere that he managed to make Gong Yueyue see the entire palace on the drawing.
"Father, is Brother General dead? Why is there no movement..." The sound of killing disappeared again more than ten minutes ago. But this time, Zhao Changyuan did not return to the inner hall to report to them like he had done several times before.
Peace. It was strangely quiet outside the inner hall, as quiet as death. (To be continued)