I don't know who yelled the last sentence, and the whole team fell silent for a moment.
"Soldiers of Yanbei!" Yan Xun sat on the horse, looking coldly at the countless pairs of raised palms below, his eyes narrowed slowly, and said in a firm voice, "My father has been wronged for eight years. The north is withered and trampled by the wicked, and the glory of Yanbei soldiers is also destroyed by the corrupt imperial capital! We are all loyal subjects to the empire, we guard the frontier, fight against the northern barbarians, and protect the peace in the interior of the empire. But it has been a long time The prosperity and extravagance blinded the eyes of the elders and emperors of the empire! They forgot who died in the frontier and used their blood and bones to build the Great Wall of Steel to defend their home and country! The Rong people fight outside the pass! They forgot who saved the country again and again when the empire was in crisis!"
"It's us!" The soldiers shouted in unison, "It's us Yanbei!"
"That's right! It's us!" The long wind roared over, rolling up Yan Xun's fluttering clothes, and the young man tore off the red robes on his body, revealing the jet-black war robes inside. Embroidered with a resplendent battle eagle, that is Yanbei's battle flag, the golden iron eagle flag!
Yan Xun said sharply: "My lord is fatuous and doesn't recognize traitors! We can fight in blood and fight for the common people, but we will not be the lackeys of the ungrateful!"
"Don't be a running dog!"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Don't be a running dog!"
Yan Xun pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the strong wind blew his pitch-black shirt around. The golden goshawk was flying around, as if it would flap its wings at any moment!
The young prince who had been trapped for eight years let out a roar like a lion, "Soldiers! Follow me! Break out of the imperial capital and return to Yanbei. We have no choice but to mutiny. Today, my branch of Yanbei is independent!"
"Get out of the imperial capital! Return to Yanbei!"
The turbulent roar pierced the sky, and at the same time, a series of huge fireworks exploded in the sky, filling the sky with trees of fire, and the sight of bustling smoke and dust!
At this moment, in Yingge Courtyard, Chu Qiao was standing under the pitch-black night in a long black robe, and behind her was a group of people in the same color clothes. A long snow-white eagle flew across the night sky, landed on her shoulder, and opened the letter. She frowned, then loosened it again, and finally let out a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "Go, use the corrupt authority Heart and liver, come to pay homage to our new regime!"
The whistle sounded immediately, and after a while, there was no one in the courtyard except Chu Qiao. "His Royal Highness!" The female officer was wearing a complicated court dress, with a thin Qingluan totem in the sleeves, and a high bun. She rushed to the main gate of the inner palace gate with a panicked expression, and grabbed the girl's arm. He said anxiously, "The grand ceremony is about to begin, why are you still here? Lord He, Lord Song, and Lord Lu from the Ministry of Rites are all waiting for you in the Princess Mansion, and several imperial orders are still kneeling in the Baihe Hall at this moment!"
"Aunt Miao," the girl in the scarlet auspicious uniform panickedly grabbed the female officer's hand, "What should I do? It's been an hour and he still hasn't come back. Could something happen?"
The female officer is in her early twenties, but she looks very mature. She hugged Zhao Chun'er's shoulder comfortingly, and said softly: "The people outside the palace are jubilant at the moment, it is inevitable that it will be crowded, there may be a delay for a while, you don't have to worry about it."
Zhao Chun'er bit her lower lip, but she couldn't erase the worry in her heart. She persuaded herself to obey the female officer's words, without thinking too much, followed the female officer, and walked towards the harem.
In the darkness, the female officer's brows were slowly frowned. The royal rituals have their own fixed time, how dare ordinary people block the royal car, there must be something wrong with them that they don't know.
At this moment, a fast horse suddenly resounded through the palace gate. Zhao Chun'er turned around immediately, only to see a soldier rushing into the palace gate in embarrassment, his horse hooves hurried, but was stopped by the guards of the palace gate.
"I have something important to report to the emperor, let me in!"
The guards stood still like a mountain and stopped in front of the soldiers, saying in a low voice, "Please show your majesty's letter or token."
The soldier was sweating profusely and roared angrily, "The matter is so important that you won't be able to cut off ten of your heads if it's delayed!"
"What's the matter?" Zhao Chun'er frowned, turned and walked forward.
"His Royal Highness?" The soldier recognized Zhao Chun'er's identity after only one glance at her attire. He was startled and hurried forward, whispering in Zhao Chun'er's ear, "His Royal Highness, something is not right! Yan Xun, the heir of Yanbei, erected an anti-flag in the south of the city, and brought the soldiers and horses of the Southwest Township's envoy to kill him!"
boom! A hand warmer in Princess Chun's hand immediately fell to the ground, and the young Tianzhijiao's face was pale, her lips were bruised, and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
"Their people have controlled the road to the Presbyterian Council and the Yin Yamen of the Imperial Capital. The elders and generals are still in the palace. Your Highness, this matter must be reported as soon as possible and a decision must be made early! Your Highness? Princess?"
"Ah, oh, you're right." Princess Chun came back to her senses, nodded with a stiff neck, her frightened expression slowly receded, and said calmly, "Follow me."
The soldier was overjoyed and wanted to go in after Princess Chun.
The guard at the palace gate frowned, stepped forward boldly and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, this is against the rules."
"What's the rule?" The female officer frowned and said angrily, "Does Her Royal Highness have to get your approval to bring someone? Whose subordinate are you, you are so bold!"
"Aunt Miao, don't talk about it." Zhao Chun'er turned pale, turned around and walked towards the Fang Gui Hall in the Inner Palace, where tonight's wedding ceremony will be held. At this moment, all the officials from the Manchu Dynasty have arrived.
Several people followed behind her, and the fish passed through the palace gate. The guard guarding the gate frowned, and exchanged winks with several other guards. The cold wind blew through the eaves of the gate.
After Chunhua Pavilion, Ziwei Corridor, and Shengxian Gate, you will find the Imperial Garden. At this moment, the sky was pitch black, wind lanterns were flickering all around, and there was a dead silence. Zhao Chun'er suddenly stopped, her face was frighteningly pale, she turned around and waved to the soldier, "Come here, I have something to ask you."
The soldier hurried forward, bowed his waist, and bowed his head respectfully.
Zhao Chun'er stepped forward, almost touching the soldier. The female officer at the back frowned when she saw it, and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a scream of "ah". The soldier suddenly became violent and kicked the princess hard in the abdomen. The girl fell to the ground, her gorgeous robe was scraped on the corridor, and a large part was torn off.
The female officer was shocked and shouted sharply: "There are thorns..."
The sound stopped abruptly as soon as it came out, and the soldier was covered in blood, twitching and struggling on the spot. Zhao Chun'er got up from the ground in embarrassment, crawled forward like a clumsy puppy, raised the golden dagger in his hand, and slammed it into the soldier's chest!
Fresh blood splashed, dripping bright red, large pools of blood drifted into the air with a warm smell, the girl's clothes and face were covered with blood, but she continued to swing the knife, and the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh and blood echoed around. It sounds chilling!
"Princess! Princess!" The female officer was stunned, and with a crying voice, she climbed forward and hugged Zhao Chun'er's body, holding her hand firmly, yelling continuously, "He's dead, he's dead."
With a bang, the dagger fell to the ground immediately. The girl's eyes were wide open, she sat down slumped, her hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.
"I killed people, I killed people..."
"Princess, what's the matter? But did this man offend you?"
"Aunt Miao!" Zhao Chun'er grabbed her hand, her eyes were red, and she said in a deep voice, "You go out of the city immediately, go to the south of the city to find Shizi Yan, and tell him, don't be impulsive, don't do stupid things, and don't kill yourself. Yes, I know, I understand everything, I won't force him anymore, I will go and explain it to my father right now."
"Princess, what did you say?"
"Go!" Zhao Chun'er was furious, stood up suddenly, and said, "Go find him immediately, tell him what I said, and say that I will go to ask my father for an order now. I won't marry, and I won't force him anymore." .”
"Princess… "
"Aunt Miao, please."
A string of tears fell from Zhao Chun'er's eyes. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bruised and purple, but her eyes were bloodshot. The young little princess bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to cry out. There was still a lot of blood on her neck, and she tightly grasped the female officer's arm with both hands, as if she wanted to insert her nails into the other's flesh and blood.
After all, the female officer was not very old, she was so frightened that she cried, she kept nodding her head and said, "Princess, don't worry, I will definitely find Prince Yan."
"That's good," Zhao Chun'er wiped away her tears, nodded and said, "Then you go, it's very chaotic outside the palace, you should be careful."
"Well, don't worry, princess."
After a brief explanation, the two turned around and parted ways, and walked quickly towards the north and south.
The cold wind whipped up the dust and leaves on the ground. The female officer was in a hurry and trotted along the path. However, just after turning around a rockery, a bright white blade flashed across. The female officer's eyes were wide open. Before she could see who was coming, she fell into a pool of blood among.
In the darkness, several men came out slowly, and the leader was the guard in front of the city gate.
"Brother Yu, Princess Chun..."
"It doesn't matter, she won't say it." The man said in a deep voice with a firm face, "Seal the north city gate and go to the west gate to meet the girl." In an unremarkable residential house in the west city, a woman dressed as white as snow stood in the courtyard In the middle, looking up at the blue flames in the sky, with an indifferent expression on his face, he said to his subordinates in a deep voice for a long time: "According to the original plan, within an hour, the four central camps of the Green Battalion, Xiaoqi, and North and South Military Aircraft will be completely paralyzed. "
Xia Zhi, Xi Rui and the others responded with deep voices, and Bian Cang stepped forward and said, "Girl, everything in the palace is peaceful, and the city gates on both sides of the northeast are under control. Miss Chu's plan has succeeded."
"Well," Miss Yu nodded, "The fireworks plan, start now."
The moon is as cool as water, shining brightly on the ground. This night, the entire Zhenhuang City is immersed in crazy joy and joy. However, unsuspecting beasts are slowly approaching, and they secretly stretch out their hideous sharp claws. In the weak underbelly of the empire.
An hour later, a group of black-clothed men and horses drove into the west gate of the imperial city, and the gate guards didn't make a sound as if they couldn't see the group of people.
"Zuoqiu, bring a message to His Highness, everything is going well, proceed as planned."
"Yes, girl." As the loyal subordinate left the imperial city, Chu Qiao took off her bloody black night gown, revealing the embroidered clothes inside, and walked quickly towards a sedan chair hidden among the flowers. The bearers lifted up the sedan chair and strode forward without saying a word.