The gray-black flying ash formed by the fire in the palace fell like black snowflakes on the hill in the imperial garden. The monarch and his ministers held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and were speechless and choked.
Unexpectedly, the Zhou Dynasty, which had been glorious for twenty-five years, would have only one eunuch by his side at the last moment. The emperor had mixed emotions, and two drops of turbid tears fell from his skinny cheeks. Cao Shaoqin also burst into tears and tied up his long belt.
He handed it over and said, "Your Majesty, please let me serve you for the last time."
The emperor nodded: Cao, I will go on the road first and wait for you by the Naihe Bridge."
Cao Shaoqin threw his belt on the branch of the crooked neck tree, tied it in a knot, took two steps back, knelt down and kowtowed respectfully: "Emperor, I will send you on your way."
After saying that, he walked forward and knelt at the emperor's feet. The emperor stepped on Cao Shaoqin's back, reached out and grabbed the buckle formed by the belt, and stuck his head in.
After the emperor's head entered the ring, he tapped Cao Shaoqin with his foot. Old Cao understood, and when he lowered his body, the emperor's body was suspended in the air.
Suddenly there was a sound that broke through the air, and the emperor's body fell heavily and hit Cao Shaoqin's back. Cao Shaoqin was shocked. He came from a dirty job and had strangled many people with his own hands. The knot of the rope was extremely strong. Why?
If it breaks, could it be caused by panic?
Before he could get up, he heard the emperor's surprised voice: "It's Yu Hu!"
Cao Shaoqin looked around, and sure enough he saw a bear-backed man holding a bow and arrow on the imperial garden pavilion, looking over at him. Who else could it be if it wasn't Yu Hu, the former commander of the Imperial Forest Army!
"Lao Cao doesn't want to fall into the hands of this traitor!" the emperor shouted eagerly.
Cao Shaoqin understood the emperor's thoughts very well. As the king of a country, he must die with dignity and never fall into the hands of his enemies and be humiliated by them.
Thinking of this, he quickly pulled out the poison-tempered dagger from his boot. The short blade shone with orchid light. This was Cao Shaoqin's last self-defense weapon. It had been tempered by thirteen kinds of poisonous insects for seventy-seven and forty-nine days.
The poison is made to seal the throat when blood is seen, and it can kill even if it scratches the skin.
In a hurry, he could not care much. Cao Shaoqin held a dagger and shouted: "Your Majesty, I will be a king and a minister again in the next life!"
As he spoke, he swung his dagger and stabbed the emperor in the throat. The emperor closed his eyes and sat upright on the ground, waiting to die.
It was too late, but soon, there was another sound, and the eagle-feather arrow hit the dagger in Cao Shaoqin's hand. The huge force knocked the dagger out, and it flew in a circle into the grass, where it could not be found again.
Immediately after that, another arrow flew towards me. Cao Shaoqin shivered and said intermittently: "Your Majesty, this servant has taken a step forward..."
Then he fell limply to the ground, with a carved feather arrow stuck in his back.
The emperor roared angrily, looking up to the sky and roaring, his eyes red, like a furious lion.
At this time, Yu Hu's soldiers had already rushed forward. These people were all former Imperial Guard rebels living among the people. Emperor Hu Lao was still powerful, and he still had a majesty and magnanimity that made people dare not look directly at him. A group of soldiers surrounded him.
On the contrary, he dared not take any action.
A group of heavily armed soldiers surrounded an unarmed and haggard old man, and they were at a loss. The emperor looked at them with disdain, picked up the cloth belt that was broken by Yu Hu's shot, tied a knot again, stood up with difficulty, and tied it with all his strength.
The cloth belt was thrown onto the branch of the tree. Unfortunately, he was too old and weak to throw it up several times.
The emperor was still throwing the hanging straps persistently. The soldiers around him looked at his movements blankly, but no one stepped forward to stop him.
Several Xiliang cavalry passed by here and saw people gathered around them. They got off their horses and went up the mountain. When they separated from the crowd, they saw that it was an old man wearing a dragon robe. The old man wearing a dragon robe in the harem could not be the emperor.
The two Xiliang soldiers didn't even think about it. They grabbed the emperor and pushed him away. They cheered as they walked: "We've caught the barbarian emperor!"
Only then did Yu Hu's men wake up and started shouting behind them: "We captured the emperor!"
The Xiliang soldiers turned around sharply, their sharp eyes frightening them so much that they dared not speak. They could only watch helplessly as the emperor was thrown onto the saddle by them and roared away.
Yu Hu was still standing on the pavilion, watching with complicated emotions his former master lying on the saddle in a miserable state, his sparse and gray beard swaying in the wind. He turned his head and couldn't bear to look anymore, and heard the rough shouts of the Xiliang cavalry.
Voice: The horse roars away, taking away all of Yu Hu's hatred and ambition.
With his wish fulfilled and no more worries, Yu Hu threw down his bow and arrow, turned around and left, never to be seen again.
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There were traces of burning everywhere in the palace. There were corpses of palace maids who had drowned themselves in the Taiye Pond and the Jade Belt River. A few steps away there was a corpse that died on the spot. Although the King of Han issued an order to seal the sword, it was only limited to
For those who surrendered, a large number of people from the inner factory and imperial guards gathered in the harem, and they would inevitably suffer heavy casualties under stubborn resistance.
The Fengtian Temple Square was filled with soldiers. War horses were eating flowers and grass in the flower beds, and soldiers were cleaning their swords in gilded water tanks. The former solemn place for attending court has now turned into a large and complex military camp.
On the broad Danbi in front of the Fengtian Hall, soldiers were riding on bronze turtles and cranes to play. The sun crowns and Jialiang were also seats for the soldiers. When they saw the King of Han approaching surrounded by generals, the soldiers started to stand up one after another.
Stop playing around, stand up and salute.
Yuan Feng walked with a smile and waved to the soldiers frequently. Today he finally conquered the capital and entered the Forbidden City that he had longed for. He was born and raised here, and almost died in this palace. How many times have he returned to the palace in nightmares?
Here, here is the place of blood and fire, the place of countless ferocious faces, which made him wake up from his dream in sweat profusely countless times.
Now, he finally returned to this nightmare city with hatred, ambition, and hundreds of thousands of troops. The strange thing is that those strange fantasies from the past have never appeared again.
The door of Fengtian Palace is open, and there is no one inside. The bright yellow curtains are swaying in the wind, and the air is filled with the smell of sandalwood and horse dung. The sandalwood comes from the copper crane-shaped incense burner in the palace, and
The smell of horse manure comes from the Xiliang war horses in the square.
Yuan Feng stood at the door, staring at the throne in the center of the hall. It was the symbol of imperial power and the symbol of unification of the world. On both sides of the magnificent throne were six huge pillars with gold-plated clouds and dragon patterns. On the front were four pairs of furnishing treasures.
There are elephants, luduan, cranes and incense pavilions, and above is a caisson shaped like an umbrella with an upward swell. In the middle of the caisson is a giant dragon carved with a dragon's head leaning down, holding a pearl in its mouth. The decoration of the main hall is luxurious and exquisite, showing the majesty and dignity of the royal family.
style.
All the generals were stunned by this luxurious and majestic style. They stood at the door and did not dare to speak loudly. Yuan Feng smiled hoarsely and said loudly: "Follow me into the palace!"
The generals cheered and followed Yuan Feng into the hall. At this time, even the most heroic warriors were cautious and did not dare to cross. They put their heads in their belts and followed Yuan Feng to conquer the world. Isn't that just for this day?
, Cong Long You*, granted the title of wife Yinzi, and from now on he will be the founding father of the country.
Yuan Feng stepped forward and sat on the throne without hesitation. He was still wearing the gleaming iron armor. He sat in the center of the large throne, with his hands on the armrests and his legs spread apart. He looked majestic and majestic, looking like a king on horseback.
posture.
The feeling of facing south and facing north is really good. Looking down from the throne, the entire Fengtian Temple Square can be seen at a glance. All the steps are naturally covered, leaving only layers of palaces with red walls and yellow tiles. This is the palace that dominates the world.
Feeling.
Yuan Feng was very proud, and all the generals were also in high spirits. Suddenly, Yuan Feng saw a familiar face at the bottom, and couldn't help but smile: "Isn't that Deng Yunfeng?"
When Deng Yunfeng heard the King of Han's roll call, he hurriedly went out to kowtow: "Deng Yunfeng, the guilty minister, pays homage to your majesty!"
Yuan Feng laughed loudly: "What are you guilty of? You persuaded the imperial guards in the capital to surrender and bombarded the Meridian Gate. You are the number one. Not only will I not punish you, but I will also ban you from an official position."
Deng Yunfeng said with a sad expression: "I am afraid and dare not accept the reward. My family and children were all killed by the foolish king. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, I have no intention of lingering on the mortal world. I only want to escape into Buddhism."
Yuan Feng burst out laughing again. Yun Feng, do you think that the people in the Han Dynasty Military Commandery Department are free of charge? Your family was rescued a long time ago and is not damaged. Now it is waiting for your reunion at home. "
Deng Yunfeng was overjoyed and subconsciously wanted to ask if it was true, but then he thought that this sentence came from the mouth of the King of Han, and there was no way it was false. He immediately kowtowed and thanked God: "I thank God for his grace. Even death is not enough to repay God's grace."
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Yuan Feng asked with a smile: "Then are you still nostalgic for trivial matters in the world of mortals?"
Deng Yunfeng said: "This life belongs to your Majesty, but I will not hesitate to go through fire and water as you are sent."
Yuan Fengdao: Just be an artillery admiral for me."
Just as he was talking, someone came to report that Emperor Zhou had been captured and His Highness was waiting for him.
Yuan Feng said: "Bring him up."
Four soldiers carried Zhang Shicheng up. At this time, the emperor's dragon robe had been stripped off as a souvenir. He only wore a bright yellow middle coat, stained with mud and horse dung. His gray hair was disheveled and his beard was unkempt.
A few more handfuls fell off, and a small wooden stick was still tied in the mouth. He looked extremely embarrassed, and how could he look like a gentleman?
"What's going on?" Yuan Feng asked.
"The old guy wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself, so we had to give him a chew."
"Take it down and find some clothes for him to put on."
The soldier randomly found a eunuch's python robe and put it on him. Zhang Shicheng's bun was messed up, and the beard on his lips had fallen off, leaving only a few fake beards on his chin. He looked extremely hasty and embarrassed, but he
He straightened his body and looked at the young man sitting on his throne without fear.
"When you launched the rebellion twenty-five years ago, did you ever think about today?" Yuan Feng asked.
"The king will succeed and the bandits will lose. This has been the truth since ancient times. Your father can be the emperor, why can't I do it?" Zhang Shicheng replied proudly.