The main palace has not rested for three days and three nights. After Zou Wuji left, the palace held on to his spirit and washed briefly with the support of the maid.

When washing his face, the thick cloth was outlined with filaments, and Hongu realized that Hongu had grown a blue stubble full of chin.

Bengong remembers that there was a day - I don't know which day it was - Bengong and Zhao Gou were messing around, talking about the famous "beautiful bearded man" in Chang'an, Governor Xu Changxu. This Governor Xu is only a third-grade official, and he is not affiliated with the Ministry of Rites, but because of his handsome appearance, long hair, and dignified manners, he was praised by his father in court as a "beautiful bearded duke", so he often comes to mix in the etiquette of diplomatic relations between the Great Zhou Dynasty and other countries. Zhao Gou said that this is to let those Hu people in the northwest see what a real good beard is. A large handful of brown and black beards like theirs mixed together without washing or trimming are by no means masculine and majestic. Like Xu Chang's beard, it is not intermingled, not oblique, it has an oily luster from a distance, and it has a row of orders from a close view, which is really a natural good beard. With such a good beard, it is not an exaggeration for Xu Chang to be called "beautiful".

Hongu consistently disagreed with him, arguing: "Why is a neat and orderly beard called a good beard? Why can a beard be called beautiful? I think a beard is pleasing to the eye. ”

Zhao Gou laughed at the fact that Bengong was a boy who admired Mao and didn't grow up, and was almost thrown on the railing by Bengong.

Balustrade. At that time, we were climbing high and looking into the distance, and half of Chang'an was in full view.

It must have been last August. Prince Zhao Shen is still there, Empress Zhao presided over the Mid-Autumn Festival Red Leaves Banquet, and the palace seats are lower than some of the clan's children. Of course, the palace pretended to be stupid as always, and although the mother concubine sat close to her father, she did not show any displeasure on the spot.

After the festival, Zhao Gou deadlifted the palace to visit the highest corner tower in the east of the palace, and he didn't mention the red leaf banquet at all, but the palace knew that he was to relieve the depression of the palace.

It is a blessing for the palace to know that he is like this.

Bengong was so tired that he couldn't sleep, so he lay on the couch and carefully went through the internal and external defenses of Chang'an.

The Imperial Guard is the most elite unit, directly subordinate to the Father, and is the Father's private army. Nominally led by Zhao Gou, all of them were transferred to the Weishui Palace a few days ago. The palace is fifty miles from Chang'an, and it will take at least four hours for the imperial guards to return—but if only the cavalry is transferred, it will only take two hours.

The other team was the government soldiers, numbering about 7,000. These soldiers had no armor and no horses, lacked combat training in peacetime, and were only responsible for the security of Chang'an City. They belong to Chang'an Mansion and can be directly transferred by the prime minister, and because they have never been transferred out of Chang'an, they are the fastest to respond and the most familiar with the terrain of Chang'an. If nothing happens, they are more agile in street battles than guards in heavy armor on tall horses.

Chang'an has 20,000 permanent troops, usually stationed on the outskirts of the city, directly subordinate to the Great Sima, and now it is the uncle of the main palace. It should have been transferred to the inner city in the past few days. The 20,000 permanent garrisons were mainly infantry, and their equipment was much worse than that of the imperial guards. But after all, the guards had never been on the battlefield, and there were only five thousand in number. These permanent troops fought out of the sea of corpses and blood. The two armies confronted each other head-on, and the outcome was unknown.

There are 2,000 permanent troops stationed in Lishan, and they are sometimes trained for war readiness in peacetime, but their main responsibility is not direct combat, but communication and connection. Because the greater power is on the tuntian, which is another hundred and fifty miles west of Lishan. There are 250,000 elite soldiers stationed there, and they can only be mobilized by the tiger talisman of their father. It will take at least three days from the time the news is transmitted to the transfer of troops back to Chang'an. Once this force is deployed, the victory and defeat on the battlefield will be divided. However, in this way, it is tantamount to announcing the chaos in Chang'an to the world. The princes in the court put aside their thoughts, and simply said that Rouran had already committed a crime, and if they got the news, they would definitely rush into the border at all costs. But if the father had already taken the most decisive method from the beginning, then there was only tonight left for the Tian family.

In addition, there are also the armies of the princely fiefs near Chang'an, the family soldiers of various families, and the private armies of the nobles who are openly and secretly raised. Of course, there are also homeless people who can be deceived into fighting for the regular army by a handful of millet, but these people often do not even have a decent wooden club, let alone a blade made of copper and iron, so I am afraid that they will only be killed by the neck at that time.

In a chaos, I don't know how many people will die, and I don't know how many people will take advantage of this to soar and become among the nobles.

Most of the dead are untouchables and lower-level soldiers, and most of the people who are prosperous are officials of all sizes and children of families.

It's no wonder that everyone is rich and rich, and they break their heads and squeeze up.

Commoners want to be officials, officials want to be princes, princes want to be princes, princes want to be princes, princes want to .........

The palace fell asleep, the dream was strange, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing, lifting the palace into the air, looking at the golden light in front of him, stabbing people can't open their eyes. There were bursts of thunder, rumbling to the ground, sweeping the stratus clouds with a force of ten thousand jun, and shaking the heart of the palace also muffled.

Hongu woke up and was covered in sweat.

Outside the window it was gloomy.

It's not dawn yet, or is it dark again?

"Your Highness?" the maid turned the candlestick, letting the candle flame shine through, and the hall suddenly lit up a lot.

She stepped forward and said worriedly, "Your Highness has only slept for three quarters of an hour, so why don't you rest for a while?"

"I ......" Hongu rubbed his brows, "Hongu ........."

"Where is Gu Huaizhang!" The door of the temple was kicked open, the cold wind poured in, and the curtain was blown around.

The rest of the maids all woke up from their light sleep and faced the enemy with halberds.

"Bold!" shouted the maid at the head, "you dare to call the prince by his name!"

A group of people who rushed into the Hanguang Hall were first surprised by the layout in the hall, and then excited by the appearance of the maid, all of them showed a greedy attitude. After a while, someone understood the waitress's words and showed some hesitation.

One of them, a man with a short white beard, separated his soldiers, came out and saluted: "The last general is ignorant, and he has rushed against His Highness, and I ask His Highness to atone for his sins." ”

Bengong forcibly endured a disgusting feeling of dizziness, and said with a tense face: "Where do you belong to?"

The white-faced man held a regular military salute: "Captain Lishan ...... the last general"

"Captain Lishan commands two thousand elite soldiers, and this group of rabble around you dares to call it the defenders of Lishan?"

It can't be the Lishan defenders. My father was so close to Lishan! Even if my father changed his mind and wanted to collect the palace, he would not have sent these straw bales over. The prince of a country, falling into the hands of such a grassy wild soldier, is simply a shame for the Great Zhou!

And they began to cry out.

"What kind of thing is it! I also need to ask your grandfather's military family!"

"What about the prince? It's not like a shrunken turtle hiding under the covers. ”

"When death is on the verge of death, you dare to look down on us!"

"Good girl, it's all this step, and I need so many women, tsk......"

Hongu looked at it coldly and didn't say a word.

"Shut up!" said the white-faced man, "It's all itchy!, do you want to eat whips?!"

"When will it be Pei Huan's turn to teach grandpa a lesson with your little white face!"

"Leaning on the fart (the stock took the rank, go crazy!)

The soldiers were noisy and shouting, and there was no discipline.

The white-faced man's face sank, and he drew the long sword at his waist and swung it down, only to see the sword light flash, and two human heads fell to the ground.

The crowd's shouting came to an abrupt end.

The two headless corpses were holding knives and guns, and even took two steps forward before falling to the ground with a bang. The severed head was still laughing loudly, and it jumped on the ground a few times, and its facial features were all unrecognizable before rolling into the corner and not moving. Fishy blood gushed out like a waterfall, making the white-faced man look like a white yaksha.

Hongu was shocked.

The figures of the waitresses swayed, and they almost dropped their halberds and screamed.

Hongu stood up, covering his clenched fists with the wide sleeves of his robe.

"Presumptuous. Bengong said calmly, "Is the East Palace a place where Rong Er and other Hu come?"

Pei Huan's face was still bloody, which made his face more and more pale: "The last general has no way to restrain him, see His Highness Sin." ”

Bengong said: "Who sent you?"

Pei Huan knelt down and said, "The King of Qi has an order, send me and others to escort His Highness out of Beijing......"

"King Qi?" Bengong interrupted him, "Da Sima has established himself as king?"

Pei Huan obviously hesitated for a while, and then made up his mind: "His Royal Highness the Prince, the royal driver has been mourned in the palace, and His Royal Highness's handwritten book "Tuo Lonely Life" has been announced to the world, and the Great Sima will be appointed as the king of Qi to assist His Royal Highness in quelling the Zhao rebellion. ”

The hall was full of silence.

"Royal Funeral Heaven...... Bengong personally appointed Da Sima as the king of Qi?" Bengong muttered, and then sneered loudly: "Who came up with this idea? It is extremely ridiculous! Do you think that the kings and princes will believe it?! Will the officials and common people of the world believe it?! A prince will go and set up a regent?!"

At the end of Hongu's speech, his voice was split.

No one answered.

In the entire East Palace, only the voice of the main palace can be heard.

"Who wrote "Lonely Life"?" Bengong regained some sense, "When was it sent? Since 'Tell the world', has the news come out of Beijing? There are only a few people who recognize Bengong's handwriting, and even fewer have self-respect, you ........."

Bengong suddenly paused, remembering Zou Wuji who had just left.

Mowgli writes well, and is good at imitating human handwriting. Every time Hongu was punished for copying books, he threw him a lot of books, which was simply for him to practice.

The one he imitates the most is probably the handwriting of the main palace.

"Orphan life......... What a lonely life!" Hongu laughed. And the people in the temple began to squirm again:

"Isn't that crazy?"

"If it's you, you're so prosperous and rich that you're a mermaid, can you not go crazy?"

The maid turned around to look at the palace, and there were tears in her eyes: "Your Highness...... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince .........: "I clearly want to persuade but I don't dare to persuade you."

"Hongu ......... Hahahahahaha!" Hongu couldn't stop laughing, "Lonely life!hahahaha!"

Zou Wuji, Zou Wuji!

The Tian family sent this document because he wanted to use the position of the crown prince of the palace to create a situation of separation between the two monarchs. This palace is the prince and the vice-monarch, in the case of the sudden death of the emperor of heaven, it is the justice of the world, and he is the only one who can use the tiger talisman to transfer troops. In this way, the Tian clan dared to fight the 250,000 defenders stationed one hundred and fifty miles west of Lishan!

But the problem lies in this "orphan"!

If he dies today, what position does a prince have to write "Orphan Life"? Those who can entrust the dynasty to the regent must be the person who previously controlled the dynasty. And the prince is lonely, how can he take care of the lonely!

This document is announced to the world, which is equivalent to telling the world that the Tian family has rebelled, and everyone can fight it together!

Tian is so stupid.

was captured by his father, and he handed over his bottom so easily.

The Tian clan behind this palace is stupid like this.

Why doesn't the palace have the surname Zhao? Why can Prince Zhao have Zhao Gou, Zhao An, Zhao Xian, Zhao Yuan! And this palace has nothing!

The entire Tian clan is a group of short-sighted people!

"His Royal Highness the Prince!" Taking advantage of the waitress's worries and no time to take care of the steps, Pei Huan stepped forward and said, "The matter has come to this, please go out of the city with the last general." ”

Bengong stopped laughing, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Out of the city, what, Chang'an Ronghua, you don't want it?"

"Your Highness!" Pei Huan said with a straight face, "Please put the overall situation first." Success or failure should be measured in the long run. ”

These are the words that Hongu used to comfort himself last night. But now, there is a ninety percent chance that my father will not keep the palace.

"Success or failure, long-term should be measured. Bengong muttered, "Pei Huan, do you have any words?"

Pei Huan was stunned for a moment, and then the hot blood surging up to his head, dyeing his cheeks red: "Pei Huan, the minister of Jinzhou, the word is dignified, I am willing to listen to the dispatch of His Royal Highness, my liver and brain are smeared, and I will never give up!"