The battle of the capital did not last long, and the warships circling in the sky were the best deterrent. In order to prevent the ship from overturning in the gutter like Liao City again, the captain of the battle cruiser simply counted the turrets that could threaten him one by one and destroyed them all.
While Wangdu's ground-to-air counterattack looked much more violent than that of Liaocheng, in fact it played no different role. The collapse of the turrets and the earth-shattering explosions that followed were the best deterrent to the defenders. Even the most recalcitrant finally understands that resistance leads only to destruction.
For most common folk, citizens and warriors alike, the Battle for the Throne has seen a lot, or at least heard a lot. This is a war of the upper classes, a battle between princes and nobles, no matter who wins or loses, it has nothing to do with them. There is no less tax to be paid, and all the responsibilities are there. The only thing to do is to make a fortune, which is nothing.
Every time a new king ascends the throne after a rebellion for the throne, he will pretend to be amnesty in the early stage, reduce taxes and taxes, and clean up corrupt officials. It won't be long before it will return to the previous level, and even more taxes will be collected: the tax cut earlier must find a way to get it back.
Therefore, even if the battle for the throne reached the capital, the people of Zheng Guo would remain calm. Nan Ruohuai just encountered some obstacles when attacking the palace. Those were the second prince's confidantes, and he knew that there would be no good results if he surrendered. The other princes also had some forces in the palace, some resisted a little bit, and some saw that the situation was over, so they wisely captured them.
The entire occupation process was quite smooth. After nightfall, the sound of guns and shouts in the capital became much quieter. Squads of Imperial Guards were dispatched from the barracks and spread across the capital to enforce the curfew. At the same time, they hunted down the street ruffians who took the opportunity to set fire to looting during the civil war in order to restore order in the city.
Judging from this decision, Nan Ruohuai still has some ability.
At this time, people from Nan Ruohuai's group found Qianye and asked him to go to the palace for a while. Song Lun next to him sneered and said, "Is this putting up King Zheng's airs?"
The servant said: "Although King Zheng has not yet ascended the throne, he is still the Ninth Five-Year King, how can he leave the palace easily. Now the army is in turmoil, if something goes wrong, who can afford it?"
Song Lun was furious and was about to explode, Qianye raised his hand to stop him, and said, "It's good to go and have a look."
Now that Qianye had said that, Song Lun couldn't say anything, and boarded the car resentfully. Nan Ruohuai was chosen by him, and he has always been in charge of training him. If something goes wrong, Song Lun feels that the responsibility lies entirely with him.
Qianye's fleet is not large, just seven or eight vehicles. However, every car is full of mercenaries, and there is at least one mercenary general inside. After Nan Ruohuai's imperial guards moved around, Qianye consciously gathered the mercenaries to avoid conflicts.
The mercenaries in the neutral land are vicious and will never hold back in a conflict. Qianye feels that if they do it, the imperial guards will suffer too many casualties, and it will be a bit embarrassing.
When entering the palace, nothing extra happened, there were guard soldiers everywhere, and the servants were busy cleaning up the traces of the battle. The entire east gate was blown down, obviously the fighting was extremely fierce at that time.
The servants are busy, and the pile of rubble is not easy to clean up. And most of the Imperial Guard officers witnessed the whole process of Qianye's killing of the national teacher Liu Zhongyuan, who would have the guts to provoke him
Qianye's car drove all the way into the middle gate before stopping. When Qianye walked into the middle gate, there was an open space in front of him, and a large-scale square appeared. At the other end of the square, above the thirty-three steps, is the symbol of the power center of King Zheng's Palace, the Conference Hall.
The square in front of the hall is quite impressive, but of course it cannot be compared with the square in front of the Daqin Hall, it is only equivalent to a quarter of the size. But in terms of Zheng Guo's national power, it is already too big. This kind of venue is usually a national festival, where all the powerful families and civil and military officials line up, how can Zheng Guo get a quarter of the national power of the Great Qin
The plaque on the conference hall is inscribed with the three characters of "Qianhe Hall", with a straight and sharp pen, like a sword out of its sheath. But the momentum is enough, but it seems that the pattern is small. The inscriptions in all the important places in the Great Qin Dynasty emphasize Zhongzheng and peace, with the meaning of inclusiveness to the world. Only places that are purely military peaks need to pay attention to vigor. It is completely different from Zheng Guo's style, which makes even the center of power tense.
Qianye stood at the middle gate for a while, looked at the main hall, and then at the square. At this moment, he saw a person coming out of the main hall and galloping all the way. It was Nan Ruohuai.
He ran all the way in front of Qianye, panting like a cow, and said with some annoyance: "These servants, all of them are blind, obviously uncle, you came, so you didn't inform me earlier!"
When Nan Ruohuai said this, he raised his head and peeked at Qianye's face. When he saw the half-smile expression and the bottomless pupils, he shivered suddenly, his mind went blank, and said what he was going to say. He completely forgot what he said, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop.
All the maids in the palace were shocked, and some people screamed and exclaimed, and some wanted to show their loyalty, and they rushed over to help Nan Ruohuai regardless. However, as soon as these few mercenaries ran past the peripheral mercenaries, a cold light flashed in front of their eyes, and their heads flew high.
These guys failed to express their loyalty in a hurry, but instead lost their lives first. The blood from the broken neck gushed out like a fountain, and fell like rain. Many blood spots fell on Nan Ruohuai's body and face, making him tremble. Nan Ruohuai subconsciously raised her hand to wipe off the blood on her face, but she raised her hand halfway, then put it down again, falling down on the ground.
Qianye said lightly: "You still know how to be afraid, that's good."
Nan Ruohuai said in a trembling voice: "Just after entering the palace, I was dizzy and couldn't think clearly. Once I was instigated by the people around me, I... forgot who I was."
Qianye nodded and said, "If I can help you up, it will be easier to help other people. As for why it is you and not your second brother or other brothers, you should think about the reason."
"Yes, I will think about it."
"Get up." Qianye raised his right hand lightly, and Nan Ruohuai stood up by himself. He suddenly began to tremble, and his face turned pale.
Qianye ignored it, but led everyone to walk towards the main hall.
Nan Ruohuai followed behind, and when they crossed the threshold, a servant in the palace greeted him and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine." Nan Ruohuai said. But seeing his pale face, no one would think that he was really fine.
What Nan Ruohuai was thinking at the moment was the moment when he killed the second prince. At that time, everyone was struggling under the Qianye Domain, only Nan Ruohuai acted as if nothing had happened. It wasn't that he was superior in strength, but that he was surrounded by a layer of origin force, offsetting the mountainous pressure. Where did this layer of origin force come from, needless to say, it was Qianye's work.
Qianye could use the Force to protect him, and he could also use the Force to kill him, it would not be more difficult than killing a chicken.
At that time, Nan Ruohuai was so immersed in the excitement of fighting for the king that he didn't notice this detail. Just now when he faced Qianye's horror again, he suddenly recalled everything that happened on the city wall.
Qianye stopped in the Qianhe Hall and carefully looked at the surrounding furnishings and arrangements. Although he has never entered the empire, nor has he seen the court hall, but he has seen the architectural layout of the Zhao clan and the Song clan. The main residence of the Zhao Clan is majestic, exuding a sense of nobility, while the main courtyard of the Song Clan is quiet and luxurious, showing supreme extravagance inadvertently. Needless to say, white valves and Zhang valves must also have their own characteristics.
There is no need for an imperial palace, just the main residence of the four clans is enough to crush Zheng's palace. The interior of this hall wants to reflect luxury everywhere, but instead has a rustic air of extravagance, which is far from the realm, not to mention that the four valves are truly extravagant when it comes to materials and accessories. And this royal palace, in fact, can't bear to be looked at carefully, all kinds of vases and decorations piled up are quite rough. Thinking about it, Zheng Guo would neither have nor afford real good things.
Qianye suddenly had a thought. I don't know if those resplendent ornaments really taste like King Zheng's, or did he want to divert his attention to avoid people noticing the ordinary materials
After seeing the main hall, Qianye had the most intuitive impression of Zheng Guo's national strength. Thinking of Liu Zhongyuan's comment that the empire is big, but not necessarily strong, I wonder again where his self-confidence comes from. Maybe it's because I have stayed in this remote corner for a long time, and my experience is just that little.
Nan Ruohuai stood by the side, and waited for Qianye to see everything, then said respectfully: "Please move, there are people who want to see you in the back."
Qianye glanced at the passage at the back of the palace, and from the layout of the palace, that direction should be the harem, so he nodded and was about to move. The faces of several servants changed greatly, and they wanted to stop them, but they dared not.
Nan Ruohuai glared at them, and shouted: "This is my king's uncle. You guys are so courageous, how dare you stop them?"
An old servant hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the harem is not an ordinary place. Uncle Wang wants to enter... the little ones naturally dare not stop them. But those people..."
Qianye understood, and said to Song Lun, Song Hui and a group of mercenary generals, "You wait for me here."
Song Hui said: "Are you going in alone?"
"What else?"
"Be careful." Song Hui urged earnestly.
Qianye was a little amused, "Why, in this place, is there anyone who can harm me?"
"That's hard to say!" Song Hui's eyes widened.
Qianye shook his head, only treated her as a young girl messing around, ignored her, and followed Nan Ruohuai to the harem.
Song Hui snorted and puffed up her mouth angrily. Song Lun next to him was a little strange, and asked in a low voice: "You don't know how powerful Lord Qianye is? Even if the entire forbidden army goes up together, it's useless, right? Unless they use insidious means."
Song Hui said angrily, "What poison can kill him?"
Song Lun was taken aback, but he took it as an angry remark and didn't respond. He is not too worried at the moment. Poison is a medium. In the current situation, poisoning tea and food is a joke, and Song Lun does not think that Zheng Guo can bring down a quasi-spiritual general through contact and air transmission. The poison comes. However, if he knew Qianye's ancient blood physique, he would let go of even the last bit of worry.
Seeing Qianye's figure disappear behind the screen, Song Hui couldn't help gritting her teeth, and said to herself, "It's better to be eaten until there are no bones left!"
Only then did Song Lun understand, and his expression became a little strange.
Zheng Guo's harem is also similar in style to the main hall, and there is actually a small garden that uses force arrays to adjust the climate, and it feels warm when you walk in. The garden is not big, and in order not to waste space, it is filled with all kinds of flowers, red, white, yellow and blue piled up in one place, layered on top of each other, so lively.
Qianye understands that it is hard to make a constant temperature garden, of course it needs to be more varied. As for the Weiyang Palace in Daqin, where the whole body is the original force circle, it is beyond the scope of Zheng Guoren's imagination.