Blood spread on the ground, and the clothes of the eunuchs kneeling on the ground could not help but be dyed red.
They didn't dare to move, their heads fell to the ground.
Probably because of Daxi's sudden suicide, King Zhao changed his mind.
"You all stay here." He said, "We can go out as a family."
The eunuchs immediately cried: "Your Majesty, don't abandon your slaves."
"Don't cry, don't cry." King Zhao waved his hands, not that he felt sorry for them, "I won't be happy if people outside hear it."
The so-called people outside were the envoys of the Ankang Mountain rebels, waiting arrogantly outside the palace gate. The eunuchs covered their mouths to prevent their voices from coming out, but they shed more tears. They themselves didn't know why they were crying.
I still cried for the prince or Daxia, and I didn’t know what to do. I never thought that such a day would come.
Daxia, how could such a day happen?
"You stay here and look at the palace and the warehouse." King Zhao explained to them, "When they come in, you can introduce to them all the good things in our palace, so that they will not know how to waste it."
The eunuchs whined in response.
King Zhao was also very satisfied with this arrangement: "Maybe Ankang Mountain will leave half of it for me in order to favor me."
The eunuchs did not dare to raise their heads and did not want to raise their heads. They listened to King Zhao's mutterings and then walked out. Only then did they raise their heads with blank expressions. The bright sunlight shone into the hall, falling on the living and the dead.
Quiet.
King Zhao walked to the front yard, where his concubines and grandchildren were waiting. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, big and small. The women seemed to have all the jewelry on their bodies, and the men were no exception, dressed in luxury.
Under the bright sunlight, only the jewels and jewels can be seen, but no one can be seen.
Prince Zhao's Mansion is not as downtrodden as Prince Zhao's reputation outside.
King Zhao could not be a prince that the emperor was satisfied with, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to getting rich and eating, drinking and having fun.
The Prince Zhao's Mansion was built every year, and over the decades it became magnificent and filled with rare treasures and beauties.
Someone once suggested that he send more of these rare treasures to the emperor. King Lu was driven to a poor place in the northwest and had not much to offer. Although the prince was extremely talented, he did not have a good body and was very sick.
His life is not long, and he still has to fight for the emperor's attention.
King Zhao refused: "My father has never seen anything. How can there be any rare treasure in this world that can bribe him?"
Some people say that King Zhao has a thorough understanding, while others say that King Zhao is stingy and reluctant to part with it.
Seeing King Zhao come out, the armored general standing in the courtyard asked arrogantly: "Have you packed up, Your Majesty?"
"Okay, okay." King Zhao was about to tie the belt again, and his two concubines helped. The belt was already tight, but the two concubines stuffed two pieces of gold into it. King Zhao's fair and tender face turned purple from the pain.
.
"What are you doing?" he complained in a low voice, "this belt is already made of gold."
"There's no such thing as too much gold." The two concubines couldn't help but tied the knot tightly.
These small actions did not escape the eyes of the generals. If King Zhao surrendered, it would be impossible for them to return to the palace. These wealthy people were afraid of suffering and wanted to wrap all their belongings on their bodies, or treat them as if they were hiding their belongings, or bribe the guards to let them
Lived comfortably.
However, as a prisoner, even his body was not his own, so how could he have the confidence to hold on to his gold and silver property? The soldiers looked at him with contempt and did not scold or criticize him.
"Your Majesty, can you go?" the soldier said, scanning the men, women, and children standing in the yard like a vulture. The jewels and jewels did not affect his sight. "Are all the Prince's family members here?"
It's better to hide your only bloodline in a storyteller or opera.
King Zhao said repeatedly: "Here he is, he is here."
The military man didn't listen to him and only looked at the two thin scribes beside him.
"It's all ready," they said hurriedly.
As the palace official who surrendered first, he knew the palace well. The prince himself did not know how many grandchildren and great-grandchildren he had, but they remembered them clearly.
He also held a booklet in his hand, with his name, age, appearance and characteristics written on it. The two Fan Yangbing had already checked it before.
The soldier was relieved, his armor clanked, and he saluted non-standardly: "Your Majesty, please give me your best regards."
Yizhou City is not as chaotic and frightening as other cities, and there are no traces of war intrusion in the city.
King Zhao only focused on making money and did not raise troops. The soldiers and horses stationed in Yizhou had no title as the government. When the Ankang Mountain rebels attacked, they all ran away. The few troops sent by Cui Zheng were either killed or ran away.
As a result, there were no soldiers or horses left in Yizhou, and the rebels came all the way without hindrance. As soon as they approached Yizhou, King Zhao, who heard the news, immediately sent a letter of surrender.
The streets were crowded with people, looking confused and sad and angry. When they saw King Zhao and others coming out, there was a little commotion.
Fan Yangjun did not let King Zhao ride in the car, saying it was because there were too many people, but in fact he deliberately let him parade through the streets to show off and intimidate.
"In other cities, if they want to surrender to us, the prefects and governors will take off their official robes and hold their official hats and come out." The soldier said to the two palace officials following him, "This is our General Tian.
Respect for the prince."
Two royal officials praised him: "General Tian is a true gentleman."
The military man looked at the people standing on the street again, his expression proud but disdainful. When he entered the city this time, General Tian asked him to lead only two soldiers alone.
Even three people can take down a city.
King Zhao and the others walked with great difficulty. They had not walked like this for a long time.
"Why is Yizhou City so big?" King Zhao muttered and complained, raising his sleeves to wipe his sweat. The tight clothes were stuffed with a gold belt, which made him unable to breathe.
"Why don't you help the prince?" the soldier said with a wink to the two soldiers.
Two soldiers stepped forward to help him, and King Zhao was held by two soldiers. His body suddenly relaxed a lot. He couldn't help but take a breath, but before he could catch his breath, as soon as the two soldiers loosened their grip, King Zhao couldn't help but stumbled a step, and there was a snap.
He took off his belt, and the gold in his belt rolled to the ground...
The military man laughed, then stopped laughing and scolded: "What's wrong with you!"
"I'm too fat." King Zhao waved his hand first, looked at the broken belt, moved his body, and looked cheerful, "This feels much more comfortable."
There were giggles from the onlookers.
It turned out to be a little child in his arms who was amused.
As soon as the laughter started, the family member who was holding him reached out and covered his mouth. The child stared at him not knowing what was going on. An old man next to him, his face flushed, reached out and covered the child's eyes again.
The military man knew very well what the old man meant. He did not scold or get angry, but smiled, and the two royal officials also laughed.
In the crowded street, the laughter of six people echoed, loud and weird.
The people in the palace did not laugh. The two concubines were busy picking up the gold and the broken belt.
"It's still a belt even if it's broken." They murmured and put it away, "It's complete when you take it with you."
But after it was cut off, there was no need to tie it up again. King Zhao's steps and expression became relaxed, and his face was full of impatience under the sun.
"Your Majesty," someone shouted in the street, with a sad and angry voice, "Your Majesty, why is this happening!"
This sound made people commotion.
King Zhao was startled, jumped up like a wet cat, and shouted loudly: "What do you want to do! It's none of your business! This is my business! Don't try to hold me hostage!"
Are the communist rebels threatening him? The grief-stricken people choked their throats and could not say the rest.
"I don't care what you want to do." King Zhao muttered, "When I leave, you can do whatever you want."
After saying that, he quickened his pace, as if he was afraid of being contaminated by some evil monster.
The people on the street were silent and watched King Zhao walking away under the escort of three officers and soldiers. No one made any more calls and looked disappointed and sad.
After passing through the high and thick city gate, King Zhao waved his hand and urged: "Hurry up and close the door, don't let those people rush out to harm me."
There were seven or eight soldiers guarding the city gate. After hearing this, they closed the door with a dull expression.
"Remember to open the door when you call later." King Zhao warned.
After the city gate was closed, King Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from death. Others seemed to have relieved their burdens, and the women also tidied up each other's appearance.
This is the royal family and nobles. The soldiers laughed when they saw it and had no interest in teasing them anymore.
"Let's go, General Tian is waiting for you, Your Majesty, in front," he said.
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General Tian Cheng of the Military Guard did not raise his tent, so he placed a tiger-skin chair in the vast field. He sat on the chair, with three thousand soldiers standing in awe behind him.
King Zhao and his party of more than a hundred people, large and small, did not make any noise or laugh, but their uncontrollable movements, the children's murmurs, and the adults' whispers disturbed the silence here.
King Zhao wiped his sweat and smiled at the scrutinizing gaze, like a wealthy businessman asking for a clearance certificate.
"Someone has a humble position. He is just the head of a government under the governor. He has never been to the capital and has never seen the prince." Tian Cheng's voice was as cold as his appearance. He held a tiger leather chair with his hands, "I have seen this in my humble position...
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"General, there is no need to be polite." King Zhao said hurriedly, "It's time now, there is no need for these red tapes."
Tian Cheng put his hands back on his knees: "Since the prince knows this time, he also knows what to do next, right?"
He pointed behind him, where a soldier unfurled the banner of Ankang Mountain.
Previously, when Fan Yang's army accepted the surrender, local officials were required to leave the city with their official uniforms and hats in hand, kneel down and worship the flag of Ankang Mountain to express their surrender.
King Zhao said: "I know, but I don't want to kneel."
He rummaged through the prince's robe and pulled out a scimitar.
The handle of this scimitar is exquisite, and the blade is shining with cold light. You can tell it is expensive at a glance.
Tian Cheng blinked and said, "Does the prince want to offer a treasure?"
King Zhao shook his head and raised the knife in front of him: "I want to kill you."
The soldiers and horses were quiet all around, and Tian Cheng looked at King Zhao.
He was a little confused, leaned forward and asked again, "You want to kill me?"
King Zhao held the knife with both hands: "Yes."
Following his words, the family members of the palace, except for the children who could not walk yet, including the children who had just learned to walk, all took action, taking out long and short knives, large and small, from their clothes, boots, and hair.
Lift it up.
Under the bright sunlight in the wilderness, what shines brightly is no longer the gold and silver jewelry on their bodies, but the light of their swords.
"kill!"
Men, women, and children shouted in unison.
Tian Cheng finally seemed to understand, and he raised his head and laughed.