"The Seventh Prince is unconscious. I'm afraid he will be useless. Saving the Emperor is the most important thing now!!"
Duguhong looked at the anxious expressions of the veterans and thought that these veterans were usually the most pedantic and could never conspire with anyone. From this point of view, the assassination of Lao Qi and Lao Jiu was indeed true.
Ha, the rebels are just a flash in the pan. Even if they attack the imperial city now, they won't be able to defend it for a few days if the army attacks tomorrow. However, it has created a good opportunity for him.
The rebels invaded and murdered the emperor's son. The seventh prince and the ninth prince were assassinated. The third prince retreated from the rebels and ascended the throne.
Thinking of this, Duguhong seemed to have seen the scene of hundreds of officials worshiping, and the opportunity finally came
"Liu Hen! Go to the camp and appoint 10,000 elite soldiers to accompany the king into the palace to rescue him!"
"yes!"
…
Inside the imperial city, the lights are brightly lit
The Imperial Guards were all dressed in silver armor and ambush inside and outside the palace walls. There was a dead silence in the palace.
On the city gate, Dugu Chen stood upright with his sword in hand, looking sharply at the darkness in the distance with his deep eyes.
A dark figure flashed to his side and whispered: "Go back to your lord, we have already made arrangements."
Dugu Chen nodded slightly, responded, and the black shadow left.
Not far away, a steady sound of footsteps came slowly. They stood side by side, looking at the silence in the distance.
After a long silence, Su Hu turned around, looked at the young Dugu Chen beside him, and said slowly: "Are you ready?"
Dugu Chen was silent for a moment and nodded.
Su Hu smiled bitterly, "Among the princes I taught, you are the most diligent, but you are also the most difficult. No matter how bad others are, they still have a mother and concubine, but you have nothing."
As he said that, Su Hu took a deep breath, "I never expected that it would be you in the end."
Not only Su Hu did not expect, but no one expected that Dugu Chen, who had nothing and was scrupulous, could one day turn around. Although there were three kings in the court, it was clear to anyone with a discerning eye that the final winner must be the third prince, Dugu Hong.
However, things are unpredictable and everything changes so unexpectedly. In just a few months, the situation changes rapidly.
On the surface, the emperor is critically ill, and Duguhong is the undoubted successor. However, undercurrents are surging, and the gears of fate have already changed direction. It seems to be turning as usual, but it has reached a completely different end point.
Dugu Chen himself never thought that when he was isolated and helpless, when he chose Su Qingyi to be a puppet, he just wanted to fight alone and fight to the last moment.
After all, God was kind and gave him a surprise, which also led to one surprise after another.
Suddenly, his brows moved slightly, his eyes suddenly became alert, and he looked ahead with a hint of excitement.
In the darkness in the distance, dense firelight moved forward, and the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard.
"Here we come." He stared ahead with excitement and sharpness like a beast that has found its prey.
Su Hu looked at the people and horses getting closer and closer in front, and said calmly: "Go"
In the darkness, sparks of light illuminated the road ahead. Dugu Hong galloped his horse and raised his whip. Seeing the imperial city approaching, he gave an order and all the soldiers rushed forward on their horses. The sound of killing was loud.
For a moment, there were flashes of swords and shadows in the city gate, and there were sounds of fighting. Duguhong held a long sword in his hand and broke into the imperial city, running towards Concubine Liu's palace. Suddenly, a long shadow intercepted him in front. He reined in his horse and looked into the darkness.
figure in
"Who's blocking the way ahead?!" Duguhong drew his sword and pointed forward, asking loudly
The man in front rode a horse and slowly walked out of the shadows. The moonlight shone on his stern face, looking as cold and bloodthirsty as a ghost in the night. He looked at Duguhong indifferently without saying a word.