Chapter five hundred and eighteen: the war will start
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Chapter 518: The war is about to begin
The tenth day of October.
It has arrived at the end of autumn, the weather has turned cooler, and many people have put on cotton-padded clothes.
The weather is not very good today, it is cloudy and rainy.
The autumn rain is wet and cold, hitting people like ice picks, making them tremble all over.
However, near the palace, there were dense crowds of people swarming in.
The people of Kyoto were even more orderly than the martial arts competition on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and they gathered around the palace.
The Royal Guards were already prepared to stop the people outside the palace and prevent them from entering the palace.
But ordinary people are easy to stop.
Those powerful warriors couldn't stop them at all.
A strong man above the Earth Martial Realm stepped out of the air and landed in mid-air.
But they also know how special today is.
Therefore, he did not dare to enter the sky above the palace and only watched from the periphery.
"Today is the day of the promised battle. I don't know when the Ninth Prince will come!"
"Hey, a pair of dragons are actually going to fight each other for life and death. It just gives others an advantage. I, Dawu, my dream of unifying the Eastern Region will probably be shattered again."
"Today's weather is very cold. Damn it, if it weren't for this promised battle, I would definitely stay at home and not come out."
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd.
Today is the day of the promised battle.
This battle, which will be recorded in history, attracted the attention of countless people.
It’s not just the people in Kyoto.
Throughout the Dawu Dynasty and the land of Kyushu, there are countless pairs of eyes looking towards this place.
In the Yuan Dynasty, there were thirty-four small countries.
Even people as far away as the Middle Earth and Southern Borders are looking at it from afar.
Today's battle, no matter who wins or loses, will affect the situation in the entire Eastern Region.
After all, the eldest prince and the ninth prince not only represent themselves.
It also represents the outbreak of the war between the emperor and the empress.
In the palace.
There were also figures, and countless concubines also stepped out of the palace door and stood outside, waiting quietly.
Outside the gate of Jing'an Palace.
The second prince and Concubine Jing are waiting eagerly.
"Brother will definitely be able to kill that trash, and I will definitely watch him die with my own eyes!"
The eyes of the second prince burst out with overwhelming hatred.
His limbs were cut off by Xiao Changfeng and turned into human sticks.
If he hadn't wanted to watch Xiao Changfeng die, he would have committed suicide long ago.
The news from Yunhai Bay made him overjoyed.
However, Xiao Changfeng's return later made him grit his teeth.
Today, he must watch Xiao Changfeng die with his own eyes.
Only in this way can the hatred in his heart be dissipated.
"Mu Bai, if the eldest prince takes action, that evil beast will inevitably die. I heard that Zhenwu Saint is about to be released from seclusion. When the time comes, I will go and beg the Saint to see if he can help you stand up again."
Concubine Jing looked at the second prince with a caring look. In her heart, the second prince was everything.
And now, Zhenwu Saint is her hope.
Wuyuan Palace.
Concubine Yuan is dressed in a smart outfit, which outlines her heroic appearance. She is wearing a cloak and standing in the rain, like a sculpture.
"Mom, hold an umbrella, so as not to hurt yourself."
The third prince held an umbrella to protect Concubine Yuan from the rain.
Ever since his life was destroyed by Xiao Changfeng, he has become more and more effeminate.
And in his heart, the fear of Xiao Changfeng has never subsided.
"Bodhi, how can warriors like us be afraid of such wind and rain? Today, you will watch with me to see how Xiao Changfeng died!"
Concubine Yuan frowned slightly, not happy with the third prince's effeminate attitude.
But she also knew that it was not the third prince's fault, it was all Xiao Changfeng's fault.
So she wanted to drag the third prince with her to witness this promised battle.
"Yes, mother!"
The third prince trembled all over, feeling extremely reluctant, but he had no choice but to stay by his side.
Jingyang Palace.
The residence of Concubine Wen, the mother of the Eighth Prince.
At this time, she was standing outside, letting the cold rain hit her face, but she did not waver at all.
"You evil beast, you killed my emperor. Today, I will watch you die with my own eyes!"
Concubine Wen had a strong temper. The maid next to her wanted to hold an umbrella for her, but she refused.
Yanxia Palace.
The Twelve Princes' Curtain, Concubine Xia's residence.
Concubine Xia has always been frail and sickly, and has become increasingly thinner since the death of the twelfth prince.
Now he is as thin as skin and bones.
But today.
But she struggled to reach the palace gate.
Under the service of the palace maids and eunuchs, he half-leaned on the soft couch.
But her eyes were staring at the sky.
She is waiting.
Wait until the murderer of your own prince dies.
This hatred has been accumulated in her heart for a long time and has become her only obsession.
Duanrun Palace.
The residence of Concubine Duan, the mother of the fifth prince.
Concubine Duan looks thin and has no aura of wealth anymore.
Wearing only a thin piece of clothing, she walked in the cold rain.
She looked sluggish, as if she hadn't slept for ten days and nights.
The fifth prince is her son.
But he was beheaded at the New Year's Eve banquet.
Duanmu Lei is her nephew.
He was killed in a martial arts competition.
This completely shattered her mind.
If it weren't for today's promised battle, I'm afraid she would have been autistic until her death.
"If you don't die, how can I be worthy of Yue Lun and Lei'er!"
Concubine Duan stood still, waiting for the battle to come.
In the palace.
Perhaps the most panicked person is Concubine Ling.
"In the promised battle, I don't know which one, the eldest prince or the ninth prince, will win. God bless, it must be the ninth prince, otherwise my life and Yu Rong's will be at risk."
Concubine Ling clasped her hands together and prayed to God.
Xiao Dilin carried out a massacre in Kyoto, which made her feel anxious.
Day and night I was worried that I would be killed.
After all, his daughter is very close to the Ninth Prince.
Maybe he himself will be implicated too.
Under this kind of panic, she could not sleep or eat well.
The day has finally arrived.
She prayed, hoping that Xiao Changfeng could win.
If Xiao Changfeng wins, at least his life and that of Yu Rong will not be in danger.
But if Xiao Dilin wins.
With his cold-blooded and ruthless character, he may not be able to save his life.
At this time, Concubine Ling was praying constantly and was restless.
Inside the royal study.
Emperor Wu finally stopped playing chess.
Wearing a dragon robe, he stood in front of the door with his hands behind his hands and his head raised, wondering what he was thinking.
"Your Majesty, today's battle may be somewhat detrimental to His Highness the Ninth Prince!"
Eunuch Hong bowed and stood beside Emperor Wu, his face full of worry.
Xiao Dilin's strength is too strong.
Eunuch Hong was still a little worried about Xiao Changfeng.
"I believe he will definitely win!"
Emperor Wu spoke calmly, his tone filled with unprecedented confidence.
He believed that Xiao Changfeng would win.
Because that is his son!
On this day, everyone inside and outside the palace, from Emperor Wu to ordinary people.
All waiting.
Waiting for this amazing battle to come.
And at this time.
In Fengyi Palace, Xiao Dilin was also saying his final goodbyes to the Queen.
"Mother, everything is ready. If the ninth brother dares to come, he will definitely die!"
Xiao Dilin spoke respectfully, with murderous intent in his eyes.