This may be the darkest night in the imperial capital since the establishment of the new dynasty. www.biquge.info The last dark night that was annihilated in the long river of history was when the Dongfang clan subverted the old dynasty and invaded the imperial capital, there was flying flesh and blood everywhere, and there was splashed blood everywhere, but these have been forgotten and washed away by the rain of the years.

Now the imperial capital is in the midst of fire, and people are running and shouting, "Catch the bandits!", "Go to the water!", and the terrible cries are endless. Without any warning, many rich and powerful families in the imperial capital were stolen and burned. Due to the dry weather, the fire was so fast that entire houses were sunk into flames. The rich people just beat their chests for a while, and they have a way to earn back what is burned, but this ordinary family is different, and they all want to get into the fire and burn it together. I don't know if God has mercy on him, or if the perpetrator still has a conscience, but there are not many poor families who have been harmed, and the few who are only implicated by the rich families next to them.

On this night, all the servants who could be dispatched by the imperial capital's officials were dispatched, and when the sky was bright, there was still green smoke on the burned remnants and broken tiles. The reason why the errand was exhausted but didn't catch a thief is very simple, the streets are full of firefighters and thieves, and they can't tell who is who, and who else is arrested!

Riots were raging outside, and the news reached the imperial city. It should have been a time for a deep night's sleep, but the inside of the imperial city was no longer than outside. The palace where the emperor's favorite concubine Concubine Zhao lived inexplicably caught fire, but fortunately, Concubine Zhao had a big life and was rescued by the palace people. The emperor got the news and hurried to Concubine Zhao's bedroom from the Taihe Palace, and he couldn't wait to give birth to wings and fly over. The cold night was cold, but he broke out in a cold sweat.

When it came to Concubine Zhao's bedroom, the emperor saw Concubine Zhao, who was supported by the palace maids, trembling in a cloak, her little face was pale and smeared with black ash due to fright, and a few strands of burnt broken hair hung down on her forehead. Looking at the arrival of the emperor, her watery eyes were full of tears, she knelt on the emperor's chest and said, "The concubine thought that she would never see the emperor again in this life." ”

Concubine Zhao's hand tightly grasped Dongfang Zheng's clothes, and from those nervousness and trembling, Dongfang Zheng deeply felt her helplessness and fear. He wrapped Concubine Zhao in his arms, stroked her back, and muttered softly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here ......", comforting Concubine Zhao and letting her relax.

After Concubine Zhao calmed down, she and Dongfang Zheng took the dragon to Taihe Palace. After she fell asleep peacefully, Dongfang Zheng sat in front of several cases and pondered this inexplicable fire. Two of the palace people serving Concubine Zhao were burned to death by the fire, and those who were alive were arrested and tortured, and no one could tell how the fire started. Only one thing is very strange, the palace people on duty at night are asleep in a daze. Thinking about it carefully, Dongfang Zheng only felt that the fire in Concubine Zhao's bedroom was simply the same as the fire that he remembered unforgettable. Thinking of this, he felt extremely angry, slammed his fist on the table, got up and walked out. He had already identified the initiator in his heart, so he naturally went to ask for the guilt.

He didn't say where he was going, let alone sit on the dragon, but his steps were unusually fast. The palace people who were waiting with them were all eye-catching, and they followed silently and quickly. The pattern of the imperial city is very large, and Dongfang Zheng walks like this, and the more he goes, the more secluded it becomes.

Suddenly, in what should have been a quiet and secluded corner, a brightly lit garden suddenly appeared. The gate of the garden was guarded by soldiers, and it seemed to be a very secret place. The palace people were all waiting outside, and Dongfang Zheng entered the garden alone.

Lights were lit on both sides of the courtyard, and the dim light reflected Dongfang Zheng's face even more gloomy. After entering the front hall, the palace maid gave a salute, went out of the hall and closed the door, and they all stood in the courtyard and waited, and at this time they all became blind and deaf.

There was a very beautiful woman lying on the side of the beauty in front of her, she supported her head with one hand, her beautiful eyes stared at the menacing Dongfang Zheng, and her red lips said lightly, "You either don't come, you come today, why do you have such a face?"

She already knew about the fire in Concubine Zhao's bedroom, so she would be on the beauty at this time.

Dongfang Zhengda's fist under his sleeve tightened, bit his gum on one side and said, "What you do, I don't say, don't think I don't know." If something like this happens again in the future, I will not blame me for the relationship between you and me. ”

When the woman heard this, she felt that a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out of her mouth as she passed through her throat. She was extremely angry, sat up with one hand on her chest, and pointed at Dongfang Zheng with a trembling other hand and scolded, "Rebel!" There is no more calm energy lying on the beauty just now.

"My mother is long dead, and the only one who lives here is just a concubine, so you have to remember your identity. Before Dongfang Zheng turned to leave, his eyes flashed with extreme indifference.

This sentence greatly stimulated the concubine's heart, and with Dongfang Zheng's footsteps leaving, she let out a heart-rending roar, and then smashed everything she could touch, smashed enough things, and finally let out a strange laugh, which was very poignant and creepy......

The fire in Concubine Zhao's bedroom was extinguished, but the imperial capital was in chaos. The ministers came to report, and Dongfang Zheng was furious after hearing this, and scolded the ministers, and the imperial capital they were in charge of was so easy to let a bunch of chaotic ministers and thieves mess up, how incompetent!

Clear-eyed people knew at a glance that this riot was created to rescue Ye Dingxi's family, and the ministers expressed concern about this, but the corners of Dongfang Zheng's mouth only pulled out a sneer of contempt. He said that even if the officers and soldiers in the imperial capital were paralyzed, he still had the Jicheng army to support him. The words are full of confidence, as if the victory is in hand.

Hearing him say this, the ministers also felt relieved. At this time, the Ji Cheng Army seemed to have become the pillar of the monarch's heart, of course, the Ji Cheng Army definitely had such strength.

After a sleepless night, wisps of light smoke still rose from the sky above the imperial capital, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. The sky gradually brightened, but it was chaos, and everyone thought it was smoky, but they didn't know that it was originally a cloudy day. The imperial capital was devastated, and the soldiers and civilians involved in the rescue were tired and staggered. The officers and soldiers who caught the thieves were still running around the streets, scurrying around as if they were being fished with bait. After a while, they got the news that the bandits were haunting the eastern city, and when they chased them to the eastern city, they got the news that they had gone to the southern city, and when they arrived in the southern city, they said that they were in the western city...... was so played around that in the end, I was too tired to run. But the riot in the imperial capital is a fatal event, and they dare not stop even if they break their legs. It's just that the soldier is so tired from running that the soldier inevitably beats a small drum in his heart. They are the ones who sell their lives, but those who take advantage of them are the officials. Everyone understands this, so the thief is caught in the end, and there is only one thing left to deal with.

Ye Dingxi's family, who were imprisoned in the military prison, ate the last meal of the severed head, as a prestigious military attache of the dynasty, he had his own pride, even if his death was approaching, he did not expect Ai Ai, complaining about the heavens. just drank with his eldest son, drank heavily, and looked like he didn't treat death as death.

Before the rebel was executed, he was escorted to the street, and Ye Dingxi, the culprit of the heinous crime, and his eldest son Ye Yan were put in a prison car and held at the front of the street procession. Ye Dingxi had already thought about how he would be scolded and insulted by the people, but he was still clear in his heart and not pessimistic. Until he heard the voice of the female relatives calling out to him behind him, he burst into tears.

He has suffered, suffered, and laughed in this life, and he has been prosperous and wealthy. used to be as beautiful, but now he is shackled, and he is about to be beheaded on the charge of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country. Looking back now, everything is a thing of the past. The tears dried, he smiled heartily again, and he said, Madam, this life is over, I only hope that in the next life, my husband will not let you suffer again.

In the midst of low sobs, the clanging of shackles, and the shouts of officers and soldiers, Mrs. Ye's voice faintly reached his ears, she said, even if she suffers, the concubine is willing to accompany the general for the rest of her life. She wanted to rush to her husband's side to complain, but unfortunately there were soldiers who stopped her, and she couldn't do it at all.

Hearing these words from his wife, Ye Dingxi felt that he had no regrets in this life, and his smile became more hearty.

Ye Yan also heard the shouts of his wife and children, but he was not as thorough as his father Ye Dingxi, and he was not as heroic as him. He was originally a handsome young man, but the torture in prison made him look old and dirty, not only in appearance, but also mentally depressed. There was a grievance that could not be redressed, and the resentment accumulated in his heart burst out. He began to scold the court for corruption, scolded the emperor for being mediocre, and scolded to the end, whimpering in despair.