Lai Wang slashed two of them, whether they were Beizi or some other clan descendant of General Feng Guo, because neither of them knew where their ancestors had gone.
"Say, where is Prince Xian!"
When the knife was once again placed on the neck of a coated slave, the slave who was so frightened that he peed his pants was speechless and just stared blankly in the direction of the backyard.
He sent the slave to see the Queen of Hell with a casual knife, and Lai Wang immediately led his men and rushed to the backyard.
There are people guarding the back door and the side door of the palace. Unless these guys in the palace can grow wings, no one can escape.
Not long after, I heard someone shouting from the front: "Prince Xian is here, Prince Xian is here!"
Hearing the shouting, Laiwang was overjoyed, quickened his pace and rushed over with others.
As a result, they found dead bodies lying all over the backyard, and hundreds of women squatting in the corner like frightened rabbits, whimpering, including many of them with their hair combed like Gege and Fujin.
There are quite a few noble ladies.
"Where is the prince!"
When Lai Wang came over with a knife, a manager named Ma Daren hurried over to greet him and pointed to the corner next to the flower bed.
Lai Wang looked in the direction of Ma Daren's finger and found an old man with snow-white pigtails sitting by the flower bed and looking at it dreamily. His nose was running for a long time.
An officer next to him who looked like a guard had been stabbed several times, and blood was gushing out from his body.
To be on the safe side, Lai Wangti brought two maids and asked them if the old man sitting over there was Prince Xian.
After receiving a positive reply, Lai Wang raised his knife and wanted to kill the two maids. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the two of them back into the corner and led them to the front of Prince Xian.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
He knelt down and yelled twice in succession, but Prince Xian, who was sitting stupidly, didn't give Lai Wang any response. He only had a long runny nose, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were extremely distracted.
appearance.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like an old fool, not a dignified prince.
"Are you scared out of your wits or are you just this confused?"
Wang Wen, who came with people, was a little confused as to why Prince Xian was such a bad old man.
"Whatever, as long as the person is right, that's fine."
After Lai Wang finished speaking, he stared at Wang Wen. The latter was stunned for a moment and realized something. This time, without any hesitation, he picked up the bloody long knife and slowly walked towards the foolish Prince Xian.
"Sir, let me help you!"
Wang Wen's personal soldier Ma San noticed that the old prince was still holding a snuff bottle in his right hand. He quickly stepped forward and took out the snuff bottle from the old prince's hand and put it into his pocket. Then he grabbed Prince Xian's braid from the front and pulled it towards his body.
Side pull.
When they discovered that this group of soldiers wanted to kill the prince, the women crouched or paralyzed in the corner screamed.
However, King Lao Zong didn't feel anything at all, and he didn't even realize that his figure at this time looked very much like a death row prisoner waiting for the executioner in Caishikou.
Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Wang Wen raised his sword high and swung it down violently.
The movements are done in one go and are very powerful.
As blood spurted out, the head of the dignified prince was easily pulled out of the body by a green camp soldier.
Due to excessive force and inertia, Ma San fell backward uncontrollably, and the back of his head hit a brick. He screamed in pain, "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch," and caused bursts of laughter from his companions around him.
When he saw that the prince's head was still in his hand, Ma San was excited and flicked it away.
The head of the dignified prince was actually thrown onto the roof. It rolled and rolled on it, and finally fell into the pond with a "glop" sound. It sank suddenly, and then floated up again in the blink of an eye.
After that, he was floating up and down in the pond, but a large group of golden fish appeared out of nowhere in the pond, each one pouting their little mouths and pushing their owner's head back and forth like a ball.
In the distance in the direction of the imperial city, the shouts of "Kill Qianlong and protect the Qing Dynasty" were deafening. I don't know how many bannermen broke into the palace under the leadership of the clan's children.
Yongxi and others, who were shouting fiercely, had no idea that their home had been stolen.
With the death of Prince Xian, the resistance of the entire Prince Xian Palace came to an end.
Dozens of Green Camp soldiers pushed the last rebels, Bei Ziye Yongjing and others, into the corner.
A guard roared unwillingly and tried to pull someone on his back before he died, but his life was ended by several muskets fired at the same time.
Yong Jing was also hit by a musket. At this time, he knew that he would not escape death. He glared with blood-red eyes at the green battalion soldiers who were slowly pressing towards him.
"I, Prince Xian's Mansion, did not commit rebellion, so why did the Emperor want to destroy Prince Xian's Mansion!"
No one could answer Liu Beizi, because the soldiers who wanted to kill him didn't know either, but they knew very well that the palace no longer belonged to these Manchu nobles, but to them and Lord Jia Jia.
"Why don't you speak, why!"
Yongjing's angry roar angered the commander-in-chief Song Guozhong on the opposite side. He grabbed the spear from his subordinates, stepped forward and stabbed the spear into Mr. Bei Zi's chest with a majestic and powerful horse stance.
The body of Yong Jing, who was not wearing armor, was directly pierced by the spear, and the blood-stained spearhead even penetrated directly into the wall behind Yong Jing.
Liu Beizi's body was trembling, and the spear inserted into his chest was also trembling.
"Dog slave, dog slave"
Yong Jing's body actually moved forward a little bit, his hands were held flat like a zombie, and his legs moved slowly as if they weighed a thousand pounds.
His eyes were full of anger, full of questions, and full of unwillingness.
Why did Qianlong want to destroy Prince Xian's Mansion? Was Qianlong really a bastard of the Han people?
"Damn it, why don't you die simply!"
Song Guozhong rushed forward with his sword and slashed at Liu Beizi's raised hands. With a "Puff", one palm fell to the ground, and with another "Puff", the other palm also fell to the ground.
Liu Beizi, who had lost too much blood, finally stopped moving his feet and stared at the camp soldiers on the opposite side. His legs suddenly shook up and down like a sheep jolting in the wind. Finally, his head drooped and he remained motionless.
Without the rebels, Prince Xian's Mansion became a place for carnival for the Green Camp soldiers in the capital, and also a place for them to make a fortune.
Large amounts of gold and silver jewelry were constantly being carried out from all corners of the palace, and soon the gold and silver piled up was like a small mountain, and this was far from enough.
The searching Green Camp soldiers cheered as if celebrating the New Year.
Movable and immovable properties were gathered from all over the palace, which was filled with the smell of blood, into one place and classified into different categories.
The soldiers in the camp were actually quite qualified, and they put Master Jia Jia's share away without anyone's supervision.
Perhaps these soldiers know better than anyone else that they will need Lord Jia Jia more than Lord Jia Jia needs them.
Whether they can successfully become multi-millionaires and whether they can take home wealth they have never seen before depends on Master Jia Jia.
The same scene was also playing out in Prince Zhuang's Mansion.
In less than an hour, the owners of two Qing palaces disappeared from the world.
The flag owner of the white flag had already gone to see the late emperor first, but the three flag owners of the red flag, the red flag, and the blue flag were still leading people in the palace to confront the guards who were loyal to the emperor.
"Is Jia Jiashikai leading his troops yet? Is he here yet!"
In the Yangxin Hall, the anxious Qianlong couldn't help but pace. This was the fourth time he asked his son-in-law Fulongan the same question.