All the ministers looked at Colleague Huai, who fell in a pool of blood, and sighed.
The bottom of my heart is cold. Li Qiao glanced at Prince Wang: "Prince Guo, as long as you are willing to nod your head, I believe that all adults will be willing to submit to you, and you will be able to resolve the situation in front of you, and you... don't have to wait for the second prince, he can't bless you now, saying After all, are you
A wise man should do what a wise man should do. "
Duke Wang knew very well that the situation in front of him could not be reversed.
But, like Na Yan's saying "I would rather die than bones", he would rather die than be a prisoner of others!
"Li Qiao, let's do it."
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Even if I really surrender, the Marquis of Pingyang will still kill me."
The Duke obviously expected that if someone like Li Wenshi really ascended the throne as king, how could he feel at ease and let him stay in the court? For now, I just want to keep him alive, but sooner or later, he will die.
It is better to die happily than to live a life.
Li Qiao thought about it in his heart. If his father has an order, he will kill anyone who refuses to obey.
The palace was already in a mess, and he couldn't let the situation in the Hall of Mental Cultivation become rigid again and again!
Can only kill!
There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and he ordered: "Okay, then forgive me for not thinking about the old feelings, kill!"
The surrounding guards raised their swords to kill the mouth.
Fortunately, Jingrong arrived in time with someone...
Dozens of soldiers rushed in and brought the situation under control.
At this time, thick smoke was filled around the hall, and the fire had spread...
Jing Rong was wearing armor with a stern look on his face, and instructed Lang Bo beside him: "Take these old ministers away first."
Lang Bo took orders to take people out safely.
"No one is allowed to leave!" Li Qiao scolded, looking at the situation that was out of control, "Who are you?"
Jing Rong stepped forward and said coldly, "Li Qiao, take a good look, now the palace is surrounded by large armies, and you have nowhere to escape. I advise you to bind yourself!"
"Army?"
"The Marquis of Pingyang has been arrested in Tongzhi Hall, and your plan to encircle the palace and seize the throne has failed."
"Impossible!" Li Qiao blushed, looking out of the palace, which was reddened by the fire, with hope, and shouted, "come, come!"
No matter how he shouted, the army guarding outside was indifferent.
The facts are in front of you.
Jing Rong said, "No need to shout, your troops never entered the city from beginning to end."
Li Qiao's face turned blue, the palm of his hand holding the sword was numb, and he was confused: "Why is this happening?"
Obviously the soldiers and horses had already entered the city last night!
Jing Rong told him the truth.
Li Qiao, who has always been conceited, naturally couldn't accept it. He said, "If you want me to surrender, it's better to kill me."
Everyone in the Li family has a backbone!
He refused to disarm and surrender, and he took his men and sworn to the death to fight to the last soldier.
Jing Rong greeted him with a single sword. The thick smoke in the hall is getting bigger and bigger, and the fire from the sacrificial altar has spread to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Lang Bo took those old officials to withdraw continuously, while Li Qiao
With his own men and horses, he planned to break out of the siege, intending to go to Tongzhi Hall to save his father, but when he realized that this was a fundamentally impossible thing—
He chose the sword to go sideways!
Plan to die together!
He did everything possible to restrain Jing Rong, trapping him and himself in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The two fought and fought, and neither could break free.
All hurt!
Fires are blazing around...
completely trapped them inside.
can not go out!
No one from outside can get in.
All the ministers are safe and sound, and all the maids and eunuchs have also evacuated safely. Only Li Qiao and Jing Rong have not come out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Seeing that something was wrong, Lang Bo immediately sent someone to put out the fire to save the people.
He drenched his body with cold water.
rushed in.
The fire blocked his vision and the way forward.
He only saw that his prince was fighting Li Qiao for the last time in the sea of fire.
"My lord!" shouted.
But the fire made the wooden stakes inside make a "crackling" sound, and the sound could not be transmitted at all.
He wanted to continue rushing in like a madman, but was pulled by several soldiers.
"You can't go in any more, you'll die if you go in."
"open!"
The soldiers dragged him out with great difficulty.
The fight was fierce inside, and in the last move, Jing Rong stabbed with a sword, hitting Li Qiao's chest in the middle.
Li Qiao was sweating profusely on one knee, his sword stuck on the ground.
Spit blood.
He raised his head and smiled grimly with a bloody mouth.
Laughed grimly.
Then, it fell down!
not moving at all.
already dead!
Jing Rong stood in front of him holding a blood-stained sword, and there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes!
After all, Li Qiao is just a pawn in his father's hands!
Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Jing Rong ignored the corpse in front of him and walked out with his injured body.
But the beams and stakes fell, blocking the way to the door.
It is extremely difficult to get out.
When Lang Bo was pulled out, he saw that his prince was about to come out.
He shouted, "Go get some water!"
The soldiers rushed to fetch water to save people.
Lang Bo also took this opportunity to rush in again, trying to bring Jing Rong out.
Jing Rong struggled and kicked the obstacles in front of her with her feet one by one, and she was able to get out as soon as she saw it.
Can…
A sword was suddenly stabbed from behind.
straight through his heart.
The tip of the sword is dripping with blood!
Drop by drop.
Behind him, Li Qiao stabbed the sword with his last breath.
"My Li family... will never lose!"
He pulled the sword out of Jing Rong's body and took his last breath.
The body fell straight back.
submerged in fire...
died!
Jing Rong watched the blood pouring out of her chest, and her already scarred body slowly dropped to the ground.
Lang Bo's eyes widened to see this scene happen.
His mind was buzzing for several seconds, and the red-hot wooden stakes in the hall kept smashing down.
The soldiers captured him, who was mad and lost his mind.
"My lord, my lord!" He shouted so that the meridians in his neck burst.
Eyes reddened.
Through the flames, I could vaguely see the scene hanging down on the ground.
"My lord!"
The collapsed wooden stake has completely blocked Jing Rong's way out.
Jing Rong was no longer able to support himself to leave this sea of fire, his eyes penetrated the swaying flames in front of him and met Lang Bo's eyes full of tears.
The chapped lips moved a few times.
said a word...
As the words fell, his vision became more and more blurred.
The fiery red fire gradually turned into bunches of dazzling white light.
He closed his eyes!
At this moment, Ji Yunshu's clean, smiling face was deeply imprinted in his mind.
How much he wanted to see her, how much he wanted to hug her.
Scenes from the past flashed through my mind.
From Jinjiang to Beijing, from Beijing to Houliao, from Dalin to Huyi.
I still remember the first time I saw her, she was dressed in men's clothes, elegant and refined, just one glance was doomed for life.
Two years, three winters.
Experienced countless life and death separations.
How much he wanted to be by her side, to fill her traumatized heart with his whole life.
But-
Yun Shu, I'm sorry.
Above the head, the beams were wrapped in fire, making a loud noise and smashing down...
Martian spread.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation was engulfed in a sea of fire.
"Where are you, I'll be there, wait for me to come back!" His promise, at this moment... has turned into nothingness!