Mo Xiangbin was so shocked that he stood up from his seat. With a horrified face, he asked the guard: "What on earth is going on?"
The guard knelt on the ground, his face turned pale, and he was speechless.
"Yes, someone has led troops to break through the south gate and is leading his troops all the way to the palace. Our people can't stop him at all. Your Majesty, you'd better run away!"
"Bastard, what are you talking about in such a depressing way!" Mo Xiangbin was furious and stepped forward and kicked the guard away.
It was Mo Junyu who reacted first and stopped Mo Xiangbin from actually killing the man.
Then he advised in a deep voice: "Father, the most urgent task now is to find out who is so bold as to dare to oppose the imperial court, and then think about strategies to meet the enemy.
As for this disturbing guy, he deserves to be killed, but he has just come in from the outside and knows the situation best. We might as well keep him alive first and let him atone for his sins! "
The guard also realized that he had just said something wrong and kowtowed repeatedly to admit his mistake.
While slapping himself on the ear, he echoed Mo Junyu's words, "I know my mistake, and I beg the Emperor to spare my life. I will defend your Majesty to the death and never back down!"
"Okay, okay, get up and answer!" Mo Xiangbin interrupted the guard impatiently.
The situation was critical now. He also listened to Mo Junyu's persuasion, lifted the person up and asked, "What is the situation outside? Please tell me clearly."
The guards did not dare to delay, detailing the attack on their patrol tonight.
Night duty in Kyoto has always been the job of the city guards, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The number of patrol soldiers in Kyoto has been reduced by half compared to before, and the security is not as strict as before.
Some of the guards on duty even drank.
No one expected that something would happen on such a great day. They only regarded patrolling the streets and the city as their daily tasks. They took a quick trip and prepared to return to camp to continue celebrating.
At this moment, the south gate was suddenly opened, and a large group of soldiers wearing uniforms of the uniformed Mo generals rushed in, killing the city guard who had not yet recovered, and retreated in defeat.
The guard who came to report the news was named Wu Zhi. He was the captain of a patrol team of the city defense army. He escaped under the cover of his subordinate soldiers and actively ran to report the news.
"When my subordinates entered the palace, the unknown army had already occupied the entire South Street. They were marching north and were about to break into the palace!" Wu Zhi didn't want to appear too discouraged.
But every word he said scared the shit out of the women and children present.
Even their Emperor looked impatient and uneasy. He himself didn't know what to do, let alone comfort the frightened nobles.
"Your Majesty, when the rebels come from Nangong, the first one to bear the brunt will be the front court, and the rear palace will be relatively safer."
Mo Junyang's cold and distant voice sounded like a stream of clear water pouring into everyone's boiling brains. Even if it couldn't calm them down completely, the to-the-point explanation gave them some comfort.
The imperial garden of Mo State is between the former dynasty and the harem. It is safer than the former dynasty.
When Mo Xiangbin heard Mo Junyang's words, he felt as if he had found a savior. He held his hand and asked eagerly: "Yang'er, what can you do?"
"Please give an order to let the women, old and children present to take refuge in the harem first, while the clan officials will stay here to fight the enemy with you and defend the imperial city."
Mo Junyang calmly arranged the places for everyone present, causing everyone to nod and look at him with twinkling eyes.
It was as if Mo Junyang was everyone's savior.
Mo Xiangbin hurriedly asked people to do as Mo Junyang said, and then asked: "Then what should we do next? We don't even know the identities of those rebels, how can we fight against the enemy?"
The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, which is the easiest way to undermine people's confidence.
What's more, this group of rebels broke through Kyoto's first line of defense with lightning speed and beat the city guards to pieces. It's no wonder that everyone present, from the emperor to the ministers, had no confidence in resisting the enemy.
Mo Junyang still looked calm. Facing everyone's eager eyes, he first sent Wei Ziye out to investigate the situation.
Then he calmly began to deploy troops and generals, "Now the Shi family army is still suppressing the rebels in the south. I am afraid that rescue will not be urgent for the moment, but there are still imperial guards in Kyoto. We can let the city guards stay in Kyoto first." The rivers between the north and the south, especially the bridges crossing the rivers, prevent the rebels from reaching the north city, and then let the imperial guardsmen divide into two groups to guard the outer perimeter of the palace to form three lines of defense."
When Mo Xiangbin heard this deployment of troops, his eyes shone and he said with joy: "Yes, yes, yes! Just do as you say, we will definitely be able to hold it. Just wait until the Shi family's army comes back, that's all." Got it!"
The emperor gained confidence, and the others were not as helpless as they were at the beginning, but they all gathered around Mo Junyang, as if being closer to Mo Junyang would give them more protection for their lives.
After Mo Junhao heard the news that the rebels were attacking the city, he didn't care about hooking up with Shi Qingxue and hurried back to the banquet.
But at this time, everyone's attention was all on Mo Junyang, and even the people in his party did not notice him.
Mo Junhao lowered his eyes and asked casually, "I wonder who dared to challenge the majesty of the royal family because of his ambition?"
When the words came out, everyone was stunned.
In fact, we should be the first to figure out who the enemy is, but just now everyone felt that their lives were at stake, so even if they thought about it, they didn't care much.
It was only then that Mo Xiangbin was provoked to anger by Mo Junhao.
How could Mo Xiangbin endure such a blatant challenge to the imperial power
He grabbed Wu Zhi again and asked, "Who is the leader of the rebels?"
Wu Zhi replied tremblingly: "My subordinates don't know that the rebels are wearing Da Mo's general uniforms, but they have a white cloth tied on their right arm to distinguish them. There are 50,000 people, all light cavalry and infantry." We were fighting at the front, but we didn’t see the commander..."
After all this talk, there is not a single useful conclusion!
Mo Xiangbin threw Wu Zhi to the ground angrily and yelled angrily: "A bunch of trash!"
"Father, please don't get angry and be careful." Mo Junhao quickly expressed concern and stepped forward to support Mo Xiangbin, who was about to faint from anger.
Mo Xiangbin barely stood firm and threw Mo Junhao's hand away. He didn't even pay attention to Mo Junhao and just asked Mo Junyang: "Yang'er, where do you think this rebel group came from?" Are you here?"
Mo Junyang shook his head, not knowing anything about it, and responded calmly: "Your Majesty, don't be anxious, no matter who it is, there will be results soon."
As if to confirm the correctness of what he said, as soon as he finished speaking, another eunuch hurried in.
"Your Majesty, something bad has happened. Something bad has happened..."
Mo Xiangbin felt his cranial nerves bulging, his energy and blood rising, and his body swayed unsteadily again.
He still held on and yelled at the eunuch: "You dog slave, I am still alive and well, do you want to curse me to death?"
The little eunuch was startled, his legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground.
"The slave knows the crime, the slave knows the sin, the slave just..."
Mo Xiangbin didn't have the patience to listen to his chattering, and directly waved his hand to interrupt the little eunuch's words, "Stop talking nonsense, what happened again, is it worth your panic?"
The little eunuch said tremblingly: "This is my servant. I was ordered to guard the cold palace. I just went to deliver dinner to His Highness the Third Prince, and then I discovered, I discovered..."
His voice grew quieter and quieter, until it was almost inaudible.
Mo Xiangbin didn't have the intention to figure out his servant's thoughts, so he kicked him again, knocked him over, and cursed angrily: "Didn't I give you food? Speak louder, what happened to the third child?"
After all, he is his biological son. No matter how cruel Mo Xiangbin was before, he was imprisoned and his title was revoked, but he still couldn't bear to let Mo Jun be treated badly in some trivial matters of life.
The little eunuch was kicked to the ground and felt that all his internal organs were kicked out of place. However, he did not dare to cry out the pain at all. He got up again with a grunt and tremblingly reported: "His Royal Highness is missing!"
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
The cold palace is tightly guarded, outsiders cannot enter, and those inside cannot get out.
Patrolling three times a day, it disappears wherever it can be said to disappear.
But when I think of the rebels attacking the city now, everything becomes clear!
Mo Xiangbin suddenly swayed back, but Mo Junhao quickly caught him with his sharp eyesight, but his face was pale and he was about to faint from anger.
At this time, Wei Ziye, who had gone out to investigate the news, also came back.
Ignoring the strange atmosphere present, he reported directly to Mo Junyang: "The rebels attacking the city are coming with ferocity. They have crossed the boundary river and are heading straight for the palace. The city guards have now retreated outside the palace."
The first line of defense has been broken!
Everyone was frightened again.
Mo Xiangbin was supported by Mo Junhao, but his eyes were fixed on Wei Ziye, and he asked bitterly: "Have you found out who the leader of the rebels is?"
Wei Ziye glanced at Mo Junyang hesitantly, wondering whether he should answer.
"Say it!"
Mo Xiangbin took a step forward and asked sternly.
It seemed that if Wei Ziye didn't say anything, he would kick him again.
Wei Ziye could only answer truthfully: "My subordinates saw from a distance that His Highness the Third Prince was riding among the rebels."
When Mo Xiangbin heard the solid truth, he rolled his eyes and walked over.
"Father!"
"emperor!"
Everyone gathered around him, and Mo Junhao shouted anxiously from his servants: "Why don't you go and ask for the imperial doctor!"
"Let's help the emperor back to the palace first! It's not safe to stay here!"
"But there is no emperor to sit in battle and retreat from the enemy..."
"Didn't you see that the emperor has fainted from anger? Why talk about retreating from the enemy? If the emperor is angry, can you bear this responsibility?"
There was a fierce dispute between the princelings and the four princes. They were all talking and no one would give in to the other.
The leaders, Mo Junyu and Mo Junhao, said nothing and allowed the people below to quarrel. They gathered around the unconscious Mo Xiangbin and acted conscientiously as good sons.
Mo Xiangbin was woken up from his coma by these mournful noises. He felt that his whole head was buzzing, and he was so angry that he cursed: "What are you arguing about? I really hope that I will be beaten by you." Are you mad?"
"I don't dare!"
"I don't dare!"
Suddenly, there was silence all around.
Mo Xiangbin had no intention of distinguishing who was sincere and who was fake. He pushed away the two sons blocking the way and waved to Mo Junyang, who was standing far away, "Yang'er, come here."
He called Mo Junyang as soon as he woke up. With this trust and love, not to mention Mo Junhao, even Mo Junyu, who was with Mo Junyang, couldn't help but change his face.
Mo Junyang seemed not to notice the different expressions on everyone's faces and walked calmly to Mo Xiangbin.
Mo Xiangbin clenched his hands and just asked lightly: "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
Mo Xiangbin's face was sullen, and the paleness on his face had not yet recovered. He only squeezed Mo Junyang's wrist hard, almost drawing blood from his hand.
But he still managed to sit up and explained word for word: "I leave this matter to you. You must catch that rebellious beast back to me. I... ahem... I want to ask that person carefully. Beast, how could he..."
Mo Xiangbin almost couldn't catch his breath and couldn't speak.
It was Mo Junyang who patted him on the back gently, and then he regained his composure, and continued to demand: "Anyway, I will give you all the men and soldiers you want. You must handle this matter for me!"
Mo Junyang thought for a while and said directly: "I need the command of the Imperial Guard."
"hiss!"
Everyone gasped after hearing this.
Looking at Mo Junyang again, their eyes were full of meaning. None of them expected that Mo Junyang would dare to open his mouth at this juncture.
Even if Mo Junyang really needs command authority, don't say it so bluntly!
Even those who become emperors are taboo about this. Isn't Mo Junyang looking for death
Even if he really wiped out the rebels and captured Mo Junjiu alive as Mo Xiangbin hoped, it would be hard to say what would happen next.
When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit dies, the lackeys thrive.
This is simply a predictable ending.
Everyone was staring at Mo Xiangbin, waiting for him to get angry.