When Wu Jie announced that he would fight back to Changning City, defeat those who supported King Dongshan, and regain the throne for the prince, the escapees were surprised at first, and then cheered.
This night, they have suffered too much and have accumulated too much resentment. As the saying goes, if there is no injustice, they will roar. Now they are full of injustice and want to roar!
The distance from the manor to Changning City is not very close. If you walk on two legs, it will take about a whole day.
Therefore, horses are necessary. However, the horses they rode before were exhausted and could not be ridden anymore. Even if Wu Jie brought out the sacred spring from the world of the Book of Heaven, they would have to rest for a while.
So they didn't return to Changning City until after lunch.
The tall and heavy city gates of Changning City are tightly closed, and the city is full of fully armed soldiers. These soldiers are completely different from the well-equipped and serious soldiers in the past. There is a roughness and ferocity in their bones. At first glance,
You know he is definitely not a good person.
These soldiers were already uncomfortable to look at, and the heads hanging on the towers were even more creepy.
The blood on the person's head had long since dried up, but his face was still vaguely distinguishable - Wu Jie took a look at it from a distance, then secretly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
He forced himself to make a nonchalant expression, but the boiling anger in his chest still emitted a little, turning into sparks floating around his body.
When everyone came outside the city gate, Du Yu, who had a loud voice, shouted loudly, asking the soldiers to open the door quickly and welcome His Royal Highness.
Naturally, these cries were met with ridicule and arrows.
Wu Jie, who was already filled with anger, took action before everyone else. With a wave of his hand, dozens of flames flew up and flew directly to the top of the city, causing almost all of the soldiers to take a hit.
It was this little flame that instantly turned into blazing flames when it came into contact with their bodies, wrapping all the soldiers who dared to shoot arrows in the flames and burning them mercilessly.
The soldiers' armor could not block the flames at all. They screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but it was not only useless, but instead allowed the flames to burn along their mouths, burning them to pieces.
It penetrated their throats and burned through their internal organs.
After a while, a pungent burning smell wafted from the tower, and the screams completely subsided.
"I'll give you two choices." Wu Jie said coldly, "Either you open the door for us, or I burn you to death and open the door myself."
The surviving soldiers looked at me and I looked at you. They hurriedly turned the winch, lifted the huge door latch, and then ran down and opened the city gate.
Of course they knew that opening the city gate to welcome the prince was a definite death penalty, but compared to being burned to death now, any death penalty would be something that would happen in the future.
Damn the "future"! If you are burned to death now, there will be no "future"!
Accompanied by Wu Jie and others, the prince rode in from the main gate of Changning City, which was usually not opened.
According to the rules, this door could only be opened when the emperor was out on patrol, when the army was on an expedition, or when he was in charge of the army, but today he didn't care so much - or, actually, that's right, because the prince could indeed be regarded as the emperor when he came back from this trip.
Returned.
When he walked out of the doorway, the prince reined in his horse, looked at the bloodstains on the walls on both sides of the doorway, and asked sadly: "How is General Qiuye?"
"Xiong Qiuye is stubborn and stubborn -" a soldier was about to answer, but his mouth was covered by his colleagues, and then another person who was smart and could talk answered, "General Qiuye fought to the death to cut off the throne for His Highness.
, with more than fifty arrows in his body, he has already served his country loyally."
The prince was not surprised by this result. He sighed and asked: "So, which Qing families are those hanging on the tower?"
"Your Majesty, let's get down to business first." Without waiting for the soldiers to reply, Wu Jie advised, "Let them take out the heads of these loyal men, wash them clean and bury them properly. Now we have to rush to defeat the traitors who usurped the throne.
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The prince lowered his head, responded with a low voice, and rode on to continue forward.
Wu Jie and Xiao Buyi protected him on the left and right, followed by Du Yu, Lin Lushan and Shi Lei, and next to Lin Lushan were Dan'er and Zhu Huai. Those who followed the prince and his entourage fought bloody battles and fought their way out of the city.
The generals of the prime minister's family also followed behind.
As he walked, a general couldn't help but look back at the head being taken off on the tower, and whispered: "Have you noticed, I think one of them seems to be..."
"Shut up!" Shi Lei's voice was gloomy and scary, "If you have the energy to chew your tongue, why not save it and fight the enemy bravely later!"
The generals were shocked and stopped talking. They just looked at me and I looked at you. Their faces were full of sorrow and anger. Tears had already fallen from the eyes of an old man with white hair.
He was the martial arts instructor of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He traveled around the world in his youth. Unfortunately, he became seriously ill and almost died. It was Prime Minister Shi who was still a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy at that time, and found a doctor to see him, and his life was saved.
From then on, in order to repay his kindness, he stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion and became a martial arts instructor. In the blink of an eye, it has been more than 20 years...
He sighed deeply and only held the handle of the knife in his hand. Because he used too much force, even the edges of his nails were cracked, but he didn't notice it at all.
Shi Lei didn't notice either. He was sitting on the horse, his body trembling slightly, and blood was slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The group of people walked on the road in silence. From time to time, someone came out of the houses on both sides and followed them silently.
Most of these people were soldiers who surrendered last night, or veterans who had retired from the army. They were originally just a ragtag group of people, but now they exuded a fierce aura, making everyone who faced them feel a little scared.
After walking for a while, a lot of blood suddenly appeared on the corner of the road, almost completely dyeing the street red.
"Last night, Mr. Meng, the left minister of the Ministry of War, found that the patrolling soldiers in the city were missing, so he went to call a group of people. As a result, they met the rebel army here." A soldier who knew the situation whispered, "Mr. Meng, there are two hundred people below.
The rest of them all died here."
The prince was silent for a moment and bowed deeply to the blood stains on the ground.
Not far away, an official with no flesh on his cheeks and a thin beard on his chin, who looked like a wretched man, came up with a dozen wounded people. He bowed to the prince from a distance: "Mo Xiaoxian, a doctor from the Ministry of Works, greets your majesty!"
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"I am not your Majesty yet." The prince said in a low voice.
"The sky cannot be without the sun, and the country cannot be without a king." Mr. Mo said in a breathy voice with a bruised and swollen face, "But Your Majesty, you shouldn't come back!"
"If I don't come back now, someone will be busy proclaiming himself emperor." The prince sighed, "And look at the bloodstains everywhere in Changning City, can I not come back?"
Mo Xiaoxian sighed, kowtowed a few times, and then took the wounded to join the team.
After a while, ministers came to advise and join in a steady stream. Looking down from the sky, you can see a long queue forming.
From the perspective of a cultivator, one can see purple energy rising from the prince's slightly green face, which combined with the aura rising from the people behind him, continued to grow, and gradually turned into a purple light reaching into the sky.
"Do you remember a poem?" When passing by the Lin Mansion, Wu Jie did not ask the team to stop, but suddenly said to Lin Lushan, "Confucius said Chengren, Mencius said Qiyi..."
"Only because his righteousness has been fulfilled, so he is benevolent." Lin Lushan had already had an ominous premonition just now. At this moment, seeing the open door and the scarlet color on the ground at the door, he still didn't know what happened, so he choked up his answer.
"What did you learn when you read the books of sages? Now and from now on, you will feel no shame!"
