The emperor's heart was also gripped, and he fought for almost six hours. The rebel attacks became more fierce each time, and Zhao Changyuan became more and more tired each time. Could it be that this time he really...
All the concubines were exhausted, lying on the edge of the cave and falling asleep one after another. The emperor was heartbroken, stood up from the bed, placed the two children on the couch, and walked out of the palace step by step.
What he saw uneasily was the figure leaning on the door frame at the dim door of the palace. The emperor approached gently, but he didn't feel at all that the emperor felt sad and desolate in his heart. Zhao Xiong only had this son, but now...
When I walked up to him, I saw the slight rise and fall behind him. He was still alive! The emperor breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Changyuan heard the sigh from behind, forced himself to stand up, and turned around to face the emperor. "Your Majesty, Wei Chen just said
...seems to be asleep."
Under the dim light, Zhao Changyuan's face was stained with blood. His hair was hanging loosely on his waist, his eyes were tired and weak, and his lips were chapped. The emperor immediately understood that he actually did not want to scare the prince with such an appearance.
.
"Come in and rest for a while." The emperor's uncle was almost in tears. It would be great if his son could be so good in the future!
Zhao Changyuan subconsciously wiped his face with his hands, but the blood on his face had dried, and no matter how he wiped it, it was in vain.
"It's okay, come in." The emperor patted his arm and insisted that he follow him into the inner hall.
The concubines in the room were sleeping in confusion. Zhao Changyuan felt very embarrassed, so he found a corner farthest away from them and sat on the floor. He had not eaten or rested for almost a day, and he didn't know how many more attacks were waiting for him below.
He leaned against the wall tiredly, letting his body relax temporarily.
The sound of gentle footsteps rang in his ears. He weakly raised his head and met the innocent eyes of the two princes. Just as he was about to hide his bloody face in his knees, the two princes got into his chest one by one.
In arms.
"Brother General, I'm sleepy." "Me too." Although he was covered in blood and even his breath smelled of blood, for these two children, his arms were the most comfortable in the world.
A safe place to go.
He reached out and hugged them, letting the two warm little guys temporarily warm his cold body and heart: "Go to sleep, I will always be here."
Gradually, the two little ones in his arms also fell asleep. Zhao Changyuan gently took out his wife's two love letters from his pocket and unfolded them carefully. "Daddy Gangba." "I am willing to do it for you..." Every word was spoken.
, leaping before our eyes.
Before he could read it all over again, he vaguely heard footsteps rushing from far to near. He gently took back the love letter, leaned the two children against the wall, glanced at the desperate and haggard emperor, turned and walked out of the palace.
go.
As he walked, he murmured to himself: "We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about our love. The joy is tonight, and the beauty is in good times. The husband is pregnant for a long journey, and it is so strange when I look up at night. The morning has disappeared, and I will say goodbye. Let's go.
We are fighting in the battlefield, and we have not met each other for a long time. We shake hands and live happily for a long time, but weep for a lifetime. Love the spring flowers with all our strength, and never forget the happy moments. Life is a time to come back, and death is a long time to miss each other."
"General Zhao, our Lord Guo cherishes you as a hero. As long as you put down the butcher's knife and capture without mercy, we will definitely let you live." Guo Chongxi's adjutant was greatly shocked when he saw Zhao Changyuan. This was just a month ago, at the Baiyun Mountain Battle.
The handsome man who was as gentle as jade and high-spirited as we saw in the camp? Now he is like a rose that survived the war, proud and tragic, covered with thorns.
Zhao Changyuan didn't want to waste his energy on talking nonsense to boring people anymore, so he raised the knife in his hand and pointed it at the other person...
The underground prison of this palace is currently imprisoning three famous powerful ministers. Pan Yu, the first-rank Taishi, Yang Guodong, the second-rank Taiwei, and Zhao Xiong, the Privy Councilor of the second-rank.
The three men have the power to rule the country and have the ability to turn the world upside down. But now, they can only be tied up and locked up in a dark and damp dungeon, anxiously speculating about what is happening outside the dungeon.
They knew that if Mr. Luo really succeeded, not only would the royal family suffer a tragic fate in the future, but the Pan, Zhao, and Yang families, including Cao Rui, would all face catastrophe.
Although at the last moment, someone had been sent to deliver news to their sons. But now the situation is one-sided, and the children who lack soldiers and power seem to have little chance of winning. The remaining civil servants and generals are either fighting outside, beyond their reach, or have low status.
Unable to count on.
The most depressing thing for Yang Guodong is that even if he died in prison this time, his two precious sons would not know about it. Thinking that he had three children to take care of him until they die, but in the end they will most likely be on the road alone, he couldn't help but sigh endlessly.
"Who is sighing? Oh, isn't this our famous Mr. Yang?" A guy in a battle robe came down from the stairs leading to the ground. He was tall, spoke in an old-fashioned manner, and had an arrogant and hateful smile.
The three of them recognized at a glance that this person was the traitor general Zhao Sude who had just been captured alive by Zhao'er not long ago.
Seeing that the powerful officials in the prison turned their heads to one side and ignored him, Zhao Sude lost face and began to talk nonsense again: "Oh, you are really wronged by letting a defeated general of mine detain some of your important ministers.
Oh no, I shouldn’t say that. It should be said that I’m keeping you prisoners.”
The three adults still didn't like him, so they just gathered together and started whispering together.
Yang Guodong first said: "Look, this is the villain's success. Why didn't your son just kill him? He looks disgusting."
Before Zhao Xiong could speak, Pan Yu took over the conversation and spoke for Zhao Changyuan: "Aren't we going to keep him alive to testify against the man named Luo?
Zhao Xiong made a conclusion: "Let's just ignore him and let him have his way."
Their words made Zhao Sude furious outside the iron railing, but without orders from above, he would never dare to be cruel to these three people.
While he was hesitating, another soldier came down the stairs and reported to Zhao Sude: "General Zhao, Mr. Luo asked you to take these three adults to the front hall."
Zhao Sude raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Did you say something?"
The soldier clasped his fists and replied: "Master Guo defeated General Hu in the front hall. I'm afraid Mr. Luo will deal with them together."
Zhao Sude was so happy that he couldn't even clapped his hands together: "Hahahaha! Okay! Take it away!"
Several soldiers walked to the iron gate and opened the prison door with all their might, preparing to go in and arrest the three adults.
Only a terrifying loud noise "Boom!" was heard above the head. The entire dungeon was shaking, and dust kept falling from the top of the head, scaring everyone into staying in the moment.
"I am Pan Zhuqing, the magistrate of Luoyang, here to take my father out." Pan Zhuqing raised his chin and announced his name. The three people in prison were extremely excited, especially Pan Yu.
Before Zhao Sude could react, another person flashed out from behind Pan Zhuqing and stood side by side with him, with a smile on his face but a cold light in his eyes: "Grandpa, I am Pan Jingyuan, the number one bully in Luoyang... I am also here to pick me up.
Daddy’s.”
"Son..." Pan Yu burst into tears, these two sons were not raised in vain!
"You..." Zhao Sude pulled out the knife and was about to say something when he heard loud footsteps outside the door. After a while, a young man with a young face who looked like Mr. Wensheng stood up from behind Mr. Pan, holding a short knife in his hand with an expression on his face.
Serious and powerful.
"You...who the hell are you?"
"Trainee Inspector Gong Yueyue of the Special Administrative Region Anti-Drug Team! I'm here to pick up my father-in-law... and my father!" After saying that, she quickly glanced at the red-eyed Zhao Xiong and Yang Guodong in prison. When did the two elders
So embarrassed? There was no time to feel too melancholy, so she continued to threaten you coldly: "You have been surrounded. If you don't surrender, we will kill you immediately!"
There was a sound of fighting outside the door, which was the sound of Xiao Jun and Xue Jiu blocking the execution of the jailer. To Zhao Sude, he really thought that there were thousands of troops and horses surrounding him outside. After weighing the balance, he himself was like a turtle in a urn, and it would be better to fight a trapped beast.
Surrender and survive in troubled times.
Thinking of this, Zhao Sude threw away the knife in his hand, turned around and knelt down in front of the three adults: "The general is guilty, please spare your life!"
Pan Zhuqing yelled at several guards standing at the door of the cell: "Still stunned? Release them quickly!" After saying that, he ran down the stairs to greet his father and two uncles.
Gong Yueyue and Pan Bad Shao didn't forget to rush over and tie up Zhao Sude with a rope. "You really don't have a false reputation. You just think it's real if you just give it a name." Bad Shao tied it up skillfully while not saying anything.
Forgot to tease Gong Yueyue.
"Excuse me." After tying the knot, Gong Yueyue and Major General Pan E dragged Zhao Sude into the cell, stuffed a rag into his mouth, threw it on the ground and turned around to leave.
"Child...Dad..." Yang Guodong stood at the door of the cell, his eyes red, not knowing what to say to express his guilty mood at the moment.
Gong Yueyue walked up to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him and Zhao Xiong out of the door: "Fathers, please leave quickly. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
The dungeon was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. It turned out that the loud noise just now was caused by Gong Yueyue's army climbing down from the abandoned wellhead in the Imperial Garden, following the tunnel all the way to the secret door of the dungeon, and using Han Chenglie's request from Zhao Jiajun.
The sound of gunpowder exploding the secret door.
Gong Yueyue told Zhao Xiong as she walked: "Dad, Uncle Six is here too."
"Oh? Where is he now?" Zhao Xiong's eyes lit up. With the current lineup, there is absolutely no problem in dealing with Guo Chongxi. But the prerequisite is to protect the emperor's life.
"He took Sixth Aunt and Du Ruotong to find a way to find Guo Chongxi's family. The Guo family was taken away, so Guo Chongxi suddenly rebelled." Gong Yueyue's words solved the puzzle of the three adults.
's mystery.
On the way out of prison, he was attacked by two waves of jailers and imperial guards. But at this time, Gong Yueyue's army was joined by two top killers, and they broke out of the siege effortlessly and saw the light of day again.
When Guo Chongxi kidnapped General Hu and hurried to the door of the emperor's chamber, it was already broad daylight. However, the blood on the ground outside the door made the entire sky darken.
There was only one figure, covered in blood, standing among the corpses outside the door, holding a knife. Looking carefully, his body was trembling slightly. The sun shone on his head, bathing his face and armor along his long hair. He was originally fair.
His face was already stained with blood, but his spotless eyes were still stubbornly clean.
Guo Chongxi felt very uncomfortable. Is this still the beautiful young man who chased him and called him brother in the villa and the Baiyun Mountain camp, and shouted that he wanted to learn how to play nunchaku from him? (To be continued)