Zhan Beiye's laughter still echoed through several palace gates, Yan Jingchen's complexion had already turned gray layer by layer.
His tightly clenched fingers wrung together as if they were about to sweat out the palms of their palms, even the veins on his forehead were pulsating, bloodshot eyes floated up like nets, like a strange rope, ready to bind love A woman who can't.
However, on the opposite side, the woman raised her head to the sky, and her jaw carved a firm and disdainful arc in the light and shadow of the torch. Behind her, Zhan Beiye sneered, and Yunhen's eyes were cold, but no one was willing to look at him more.
Only Pei Yuan, holding on to Zhan Beiye's motionless hand, struggled weakly, fixedly staring at her fiancé with angry and desperate eyes, her neck bone made a low creaking sound as she was struggling, and at this moment Qianjun's sword rang It sounds chilling in the suffocating silence of being unsheathed like an enemy.
Yan Jingchen avoided such sad and indignant eyes that were almost crazy, and stared at Meng Fuyao full of hope, but it seemed that after a long time, he finally slowly loosened his tightly clenched fingers.
On the palm, the crescent-shaped scar that was pinched by the nail immediately soaked blood slowly, and then was diluted into light red by sweat, dripping silently on the bluestone floor, disappearing.
In Yan Jingchen's eyes, a murderous intent to break the boat gradually emerged.
After a while, he said sharply, "Give me—"
Before the last word was uttered, suddenly there was a loud bang, and there was a buzzing all around, as if some heavy object had hit the brass palace door, causing the door to vibrate slightly.
The sound was muffled, like the sound of a body colliding with something. After a while, blood flowed slightly from the bluestone threshold, winding and twisting like a snake, and slowly flowing into the door.
Everyone subconsciously lowered their heads and stared at the blood that spread to their feet, obviously not a lot, but it made people feel chills suddenly, as if something unexpected happened, horrifying, biting, blood spattering, instant Suffocate the person's breath.
Countless pairs of eyes flickered in the darkness, turning to the palace gate that had been hit.
After a while, there was another loud bang, and at the same time, the sound of shouting and fighting came from the darkness, the bloody smell rose to the sky, and a pink mist of blood rose in the air. Someone shouted:
"Those who stand in my way die!"
Someone screamed:
"Ah! Praetorians!—"
People shouted, horses neighed and screamed, accompanied by the flames, bursts of black smoke mixed with sticky bloody breath crossed the high and wide palace gate, and floated into the noses of the people on the side of the palace gate. There was the sound of a human body slamming into the palace door, followed by the sound of something flying and crashing in all directions. It was conceivable that it was the broken limbs, which bounced and landed on the palace door again.
It is conceivable that every huge brass nail on the gate of Tomorrow Palace will be covered with strands of flesh and blood, using the most authentic blood color to remember the killing history of Taiyuan Palace City that was chaotic in the shadow of fire that night.
At this moment, the hustle and bustle outside was as lively as a boiling porridge pot, while the silence inside was as quiet as death.
The prince not only escaped the killers at the birthday banquet, but also left the palace safely, and finally arrived at the camp of the imperial guards stationed in Beijing before the time of garrison, followed the bloody path that the Minghe army had killed in front of him for a quarter of an hour, and killed him again .
In the silence, the sound of hoofbeats was suddenly heard, but it was Yuan Zhaoxu who came on horseback, his robes scattered, his posture was still calm in such an urgent moment, his voice was not high, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Open the door!"
"You are crazy!" Yan Jingchen turned his head in shock, "Open the door now, and you will die!"
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his head, smiled slightly, the reins were twirling around his fingers, it turned out that he didn't want to talk to this person, but Zhan Beiye suddenly laughed and said, "You're a fool if you don't open it. The coming imperial guards blocked the 50,000 unprepared Beijing army together in the square, who will beat whom? Open the palace gate, gather all the guards and musketeers on your side to form another force, and then lead the battlefield into In the palace, there are too many roads to use, and many battle weapons of the imperial guards are useless, and they are not as familiar with the terrain as the guards, so who can predict the number of winners and losers?"
He turned his head to look at Yuan Zhaoxu again, raised his thick eyebrows and said, "You are a talent, I hope that one day I can fight you on the battlefield and beat you hard!"
"You and I wish together." Yuan Zhaoxu waved his hand, smiling warmly.
The eyes of the two people met in mid-air, and there seemed to be a faint sound in the air. Suddenly, there was a storm and thunder in the sky, and there were lightning lights dancing in the sky like snakes.
Belonging to a peerless figure, the iron-blood agreement that is destined to affect the layout of the Wuzhou Continent, as soon as a word is spoken, it responds to the sky.
Once again, their eyes collided fiercely, and the two turned their backs one after another. Zhan Beiye let out a long laugh, his brows were full of fighting spirit and fighting spirit, and suddenly a snow-white fat ball popped out of Yuan Zhaoxu's arms. The ball climbed onto Yuan Zhaoxu's shoulders, pushed his butt vigorously, and farted to the arrogant junior who dared to provoke his master.
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The palace gate finally swung open.
Meng Fuyao stared at the slowly opening door, feeling very lucky and miraculous, the two of them foolishly chased the wrong direction, and Yuan Zhaoxu tried to kidnap Qi Xunyi to escape from the palace gate. Destroyed, the guards who looked at the overlapping triple gates were almost completely hopeless. They didn't want strange peaks to emerge, and a sudden army suddenly arrived. The bold act of burning the palace finally got the reward it deserved and saved his life.
The palace gate opened, Zhan Beiye looked down at Pei Yuan whose throat was still stuck by him, frowned and said, "I really want to kill you, but killing a woman who can't resist like this... Sigh, this king can't do it."
He turned his head to look at Yun Hen for help, Yun Hen glared at him and turned his head away.
Zhan Beiye was helpless, and resentfully said, "However, this king thinks that you are better off living than dead, which is better." He let go and threw Pei Yuan out. Pei Yuan fell in mid-air like a fallen leaf. Kitano suddenly drew his sword, and the light of the sword flashed.
With a scream, fresh blood shot out from Pei Yuan's shoulder like a thin sword, and shot Yan Jingchen, who subconsciously stepped forward to meet her, all over his face.
A neat blood hole appeared on Pei Yuan's left shoulder, and there was no flesh and blood in the hole.
Her lute bone was pierced by Zhan Beiye.
"The second hole!" Zhan Beiye yelled, his black hair flicked and his eyes were sharp, "There are eight more!"
The heartless Meng Fuyao didn't know about the ten-hole oath, so he rolled his sleeves and looked at it with a smile, and said, "My lord, you are so lewd."
Prince Zhan was so angry that his face immediately turned black.