"The palace gate, the palace gate is going to be unstoppable!"
"Where's Your Majesty! Jinpaowei will send His Majesty out of the palace soon."
"Release the arrow! Release the arrow!"
It was early winter, and the cold night shrouded this palace city that had stood for thousands of years from top to bottom. The otherwise silent night was roared by the blazing fire. After besieging the imperial capital Yueyu Yu, the rioters who had been in ambush for a long time finally tore off their disguise, exposed their sharp claws, and launched a final violent attack under careful testing.
The long ladder of the rebels hit the palace wall, and the sword pierced the armor of the garrison at the top of the wall, beheading the starving soldier neatly. Warm blood sprayed on the pitch-black city wall and condensed in an instant. There was a great fire, and there was a whimper of the handover of arms and the separation of flesh and blood everywhere.
Such a voice sounded terrifying and cruel.
"One two one... One two one..."
The huge top wood slammed into the heavy city gate, and it was like a broken bamboo, burning and smashing all the way, and broke open the city gate.
The sound of hooves hurriedly passed through the gate of the palace with the sound of sharp swords, and the clack clacked through the silent hall. Su Yanqing, the commander in charge of the 30,000 golden robe guards in the imperial capital, grabbed the reins and raised his hand to wipe away the blood stained on his face.
She raised her head, looked up at the white crescent moon above her head, and exhaled a white breath.
The sound of the soldiers' war continued to her ears, and she kicked the horse's stomach and rushed towards the imperial palace that fell in the shadow of the crescent moon.
The originally noisy palace gradually fell silent during the rebellion a month ago. The departing servants, carrying valuable treasures, fled the city surrounded by war in a panic.
Unimpeded all the way to the Qianyuan Palace where the emperor was seated, without any notification, Su Yanqing opened the door of the palace and saw the young emperor wearing a mian suit at a glance.
She was dressed in an orthodox black and red tiara, dressed more formally than at every moment of her reign. As the commander of Jinpaowei, it was the first time that Su Yanqing saw this young emperor, so serious.
Su Yanqing took a deep breath, kissed her knees and bowed her head, and said, "Your Majesty, the rebels will capture the palace gate in less than half an hour. I hope Your Majesty will immediately evacuate the palace and go north to meet the Queen."
As if he didn't hear what she was talking about, the rather romantic emperor who came out of Yunzhou just squinted and smiled and said, "Aiqing is here just in time, I have something for you here, please take someone north and give it to the queen. ."
"Your Majesty!" Su Yanqing raised her head and stared at the stubborn emperor.
The emperor paced, holding a silk book in his hand, and slowly walked out from behind the case. The long tail of the Mianfu swept across the layers of jade steps, and took steady steps with a flat crown. The young emperor walked up to the bloody commander and handed over the silk book in his hand: "Go ahead. , go to the north, the people that Yuanzhou City really needs are there, don't come alone."
"This is the imperial decree, Commander Su." The emperor stepped out of the hall step by step, stepping on his climbing boots.
The blood-stained hand took the silk book handed by the emperor, and his eyes widened when he saw only the exposed corner.
this is... this is...
"Your Majesty!" Su Yanqing turned around and hurriedly looked at the figure of the man leaving, only to see that thin and thin figure melted into the night.
Under the cold moonlight, the slender emperor looked very fragile. In the distance, a wind was blowing from the slaughter, and in the hoarse sound of swords, Su Yanqing heard the slender emperor say, "Aiqing, are you still leading the way?"
"Chen..." Staring at the back, the blood-stained commander gritted his teeth, clenched his face, his eyes were filled with tears, he knelt down on his knees and slumped on the ground, choked: "Zizhi."
The hot tears, mixed with blood, ran down his cheeks again.
The emperor with his back turned to her smiled freely and stepped into the night step by step.
When the emperor left, the blood-stained commander hid the silk book, clenched the knife in his hand, and walked firmly towards the north.
The melodious sound of shakuhachi came from the deep palace, as if it penetrated the sound of the violent sword. The emperor wearing a mian robe walked into the Fengxian Palace, raised a tree lamp base, and set the withered palace on fire one by one. The flames licked every inch of the dry place violently, and quickly formed a wall of hot fire, forcing the emperor playing shakuhachi from all directions. It finally licked the tail of the Mianfu, inch by inch, burning up all the filth.
In the longest winter day in the Yuanhe three years, the last star hanging above the astrolabe of the Zhongli Dynasty fell to the ground. The long rule of the Chu Kingdom for more than 900 years came to an end, and it was completely sealed in the history books.
The young Chu Zhaodi took over this troubled country from the tyrannical Thorn Emperor, but was unable to turn the tide, and eventually lost Yuanzhou City in the Liangshui riot.
In the same year, Emperor Zhao of Chu and Empress Xuan Jingchen died in the imperial palace during a riot, known as the Xiayuan Rebellion in history.