When the fire started, Qingyun pushed the curtain close to the main hall: "Quickly, fan the fire and fan the smoke inside."
Yan San said: "Then the queen and the little prince will be poisoned."
Qingyun said: "It's okay, just take the antidote orally for an hour and you'll be fine."
The smoke gradually filled in, and someone fainted quietly.
"Where's the smoke?" Someone asked.
Sima Rong was about to escort Concubine Xue out when he heard the voice and looked back.
"There, there is smoke! Someone fainted, it's poisonous smoke!" The guard in front yelled, and also fainted.
Sima Rong covered his nose, and a soldier covered his nose and ran over.
Qing Yun told Yan San and Wan Jun: "It's broken, it was discovered! You two took advantage of the chaos and went in to rescue the little prince!" She said and took out her piccolo and played it at the approaching rebels.
Four or five rebels fell in front.
The hall became silent.
Sima Rong said loudly: "Everyone, soak the cotton cloth and cover your mouth and nose so you won't be poisoned! Archers!"
The archers in the distance aimed their arrows at the gap.
Her piccolo range is too short.
Only a "swish" sound was heard, and countless arrows shot in!
The three of them stuck behind the bookcase.
Someone came in from behind, it turned out that the rebels came in from behind this small door!
Qingyun said: "I have no choice but to go in! Remember, you take advantage of the chaos to protect the little prince!"
Qingyun took out a bomb and threw it at the rebels!
With a loud noise, a big hole was blown out of the Shengming Hall, and five or six rebels fell to the ground.
This sudden change made the rebels very nervous.
Qingyun rushed out and hid behind the dragon chair and continued to sprinkle a handful of soybean beads.
Arrows shot over like rain, Qingyun couldn't dodge in time, and was hit by an arrow in his left leg.
Sima Rong hugged the little prince tightly, Yan San and Wan Jun quickly surrounded Sima Rong, and Sima Rong also hugged the little prince tightly when he was fighting.
Qingyun was thin and thin, she easily slipped under the dragon chair, snatched the little prince off while Sima Rong was parrying Yan San, hugged him and hid behind the dragon chair.
The rebels surrounded them.
She took out an antidote and stuffed it into the little prince's mouth, "Quick, swallow it."
The little prince was very obedient and obediently swallowed the medicine.
The smoke gradually faded, the night wind blew in, and the smell of blood was everywhere.
Sima Rong saw corpses all over the ground, some were dead and some were poisoned. With a strange evil smile on his face, he slowly walked towards the dragon chair: "Come here, move this dragon chair aside!"
Sima Rong looks nothing like Sima Hui. He is much more handsome than Sima Hui, with fair complexion, red lips and white teeth, and two dimples.
But the gaze that looked at people was as sinister as a poisonous snake. Qingyun only felt the cold, and the cold penetrated into the bone marrow all over her body. She didn't know where to hide the little prince.
Why hasn't Sima Hui come back yet!
Hearing that Sima Rong wanted to move the dragon chair, Qingyun's heart beat like a drum.
She suddenly discovered that the layer of golden nanmu at the bottom of the dragon chair was vacuum! There were two golden dragons lying on both sides. Qingyun pushed them lightly, but they pushed them away.
Qingyun immediately signaled the little prince to get in. She tore off a section of the front of the little prince's brocade jacket and it was still in the aisle behind.
"Remember, apart from your father, mother and concubine, and me, don't come out no matter who tells you!" Qing Yun said softly.
The little prince nodded. Qingyun closed the gap.
The sound of footsteps had come, and she jumped up and raised a handful of soybean beads, causing everyone to back away in fright.
Sima Rong was extremely angry, he didn't expect to make an irrelevant person toss for a long time!
"Bring the arrows!" he whispered.
Immediately a guard sent a big bow.
Yi Wang Sima Rong's archery skills are number one in Nanzhao Kingdom.
It is said that when Sima Rong was ten years old, he went hunting with the former king and saw several white apes wandering in the woods. So the king ordered someone who was good at archery to shoot it. As a result, several arrows shot out, but they were all caught by the white ape, and showed off their skills by joking.
The king was angry. Sima Rong, who was ten years old, stepped forward and shot three arrows at the white ape.
"Baopuzi? Duisu" says: "A macaque turns into an ape at the age of 800, a monkey at the age of 500, and a monkey at the age of 1,000."
This white ape has a lifespan of more than a thousand years and is very alert. It climbs rocks and cliffs as fast as lightning. It is almost impossible to shoot it.
Now Sima Rong really shot three arrows with one bow, but it was aimed at Qingyun.
Qingyun didn't retreat, she raised her Qiushui sword, the soybean beads had been used up, she touched the last bomb in her hand, and threw it at Sima Rong.
There was an explosion with a "boom", and there was another hole in the ground!
Sima Rong jumped out of the circle, "Papa Papa!" Three arrows shot at Qingyun.
Yan San and Ma Jun were covered in blood, surrounded by many people there, Yan San glanced at Qing Yun, wishing to block her immediately.
Qingyun turned back, only to hear a piercing sound of "Dangcang", and a sharp sword shining with purple light blocked the three arrows all at once! Three arrows shot at the sword, and the sword was in front of Qingyun, and the force of the arrow hit Qingyun, Qingyun was knocked to the ground!
The door of the main hall burst open, and countless soldiers in black armor poured in.
The one who jumped to the back of the dragon chair at the front was Sima Hui.
Qingyun was hit on the ground by the sword, although the sword was horizontal, Qingyun almost fainted due to the strong pain.
Qingyun saw that it was Sima Hui, took a breath and said, "Why did you come back! I almost died!"
Sima Hui smiled and said, "You came back only after you were about to die! Didn't you die?" He wanted to step forward to help Qingyun, but Qingyun waved his hand: "Leave me alone, my leg is injured, let me rest for a while, you Get your affairs in order first!"
She didn't tell Sima Hui that the little prince was hiding under the dragon chair, she felt it was not safe yet, and she didn't tell Sima Hui that her son was missing, she didn't want him to be distracted.
She was waiting for Sima Rong to take Ling Ziqing out to threaten Sima Hui. She found the best position, where she could protect the little prince and get rid of Sima Rong.
Qingyun sat up and leaned against the big pillar next to him.
Sima Hui's guards have surrounded the hall.
At this point, Qingyun understood that Sima Rong had already lost.
Sima Hui's ability to come in shows that he has solved the obstacles outside.
For both sides of the game, the attacker must always be 10% stronger than the defender to be sure.
Qing Yun felt weak all over, and she had no more strength. She leaned on the pillar and watched them fight each other.
The arrival of Sima Hui caused the rebels to panic immediately, and the rebels were already easily flustered.
Qingyun holds the Qiushui sword in his right hand and the piccolo in his left hand. The piccolo is aimed at Sima Hui. As long as his son appears, as long as Sima Rong dares to act rashly, he will surely die.
Swords and swords, whoever is fighting for his life, always has endless desires.
However, in all battles there are winners and losers. The rebellion was quickly suppressed.
Sima Rong has superb archery skills, but he doesn't have the mind of an emperor. Sima Hui's dynasty has a solid foundation. During his reign, the people were prosperous and lived and worked in peace and contentment. It is indeed not easy for Rong to seize the throne.
This palace change didn't last long before it was over. In the bloody storm, Sima Rong was chopped down by Sima Hui, became a prisoner, and knelt down in the hall.
Qingyun still didn't move, just sat on the ground, waiting for Sima Rong's final fight.