On the eve of the first snow of the year, the last competition finally opened its heavy curtain, and the spirit of slaughter shrouded the entire Jingling City, as if even the early winter of this year was much colder than before.

Under the advance deployment, the people of Jingling and the families and children of the courtiers were all moved to Changping, and the once prosperous and noisy Jingling City seemed to become an empty dead city overnight, without the laughter of children, the shouts of hawkers, and the endless sound of wheels running over.

I could only look at the empty streets in the cold wind, the doors and windows of the shops on both sides were closed, and a layer of dark dust had fallen, and even the green paint plaque had lost its original color.

"Because of the emptiness of troops and the haste to meet the enemy, King Luo's rebels have taken advantage of the situation all the way to the north, and now the army has arrived in Tianjin, and the next step is to approach the capital. ”

Listening to Cui Wencheng's report, Gu Yanling stood silently behind the window, even the fur collar of the snow fox couldn't stop the cold wind, the hands crossed in the mink tube pressed the warm hand stove tightly, and when he turned around, the corners of Gu Yanling's lips opened slightly, and he said calmly: "Then prepare according to the original plan." ”

Seeing that the people in front of him retreated silently, Jiang Zhu came forward with a comprehension, and then heard his own girl speak in a low voice.

"From today on, in addition to the use of the Qianhe Palace, with the Yuqing Palace as the first, the food and clothing of each palace will be reduced, and all the concubines and concubines will temporarily move to the tightly guarded East Sixth Palace. ”

The woman's voice was solemn and cold, and Jiang Zhu immediately lowered her head in response when she heard this, and then retreated.

Now Emperor Jianheng's body is not as good as day by day, and it has reached the time when the oil is exhausted, but he is barely hanging on to the last part of his life with precious medicine.

And Xiao Yan, the king of Luo, finally raised troops, and the strategists around him wrote a letter of resignation, with the banner of justice on the side of the Qing monarch, with 50,000 rebels all the way north, openly calling the Gu family and the Xie family authoritarian relatives, and she was the head of the relatives who intended to kill Si Chen and had the wind of Lu Huo. Confusing the queen and the crown princess Xu, she secretly suppressed the news that the emperor was seriously ill, and deliberately set aside the power of the Xiao family and changed the dynasty and surname.

She once ordered someone to read it aloud in front of her, and the words were very exquisite, which shows that the person who wrote the pen is also a rare talent, but unfortunately, it is a person like Xiao Yan who only has ambition and no heart.

Rebellion is rebellion, but the people who rebelled in all dynasties always like to find a fair and righteous excuse for their ambitions, and become a righteous teacher, as if only in this way can they raise their arms and shout, and all the people respond.

Just when he was out of his mind, hurried footsteps gradually sounded outside, and when Gu Yanling looked at it, he saw that the soft curtain was hastily opened, and Xie Yun's figure was so quietly in front of him, his face was unprecedentedly heavy, and he was holding a secret letter in his hand, but he was trembling imperceptibly, just from his eyes, he could see that he seemed to have thousands of words, but he was stuck in his throat and stood for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Yanling's heart couldn't help but be shocked, Fang slowly got up, and saw Xie Yun not far away finally walking over slowly, every step seemed to be extremely difficult.

"Xuanfu 800 miles expedited-"

"Say what?"

Gu Yanling stepped forward almost suddenly, and her silent body couldn't help but tense, and an ominous premonition was also wrapped up little by little.

Looking at Gu Yanling's fixed gaze, Xie Yun couldn't help lowering her eyes, as if she was a little evasive, and the next moment, only a crisp sound was heard, Gu Yanling snatched the letterhead from Xie Yun's hand, and when she nervously pulled out the letter with both hands, looking at the words inside, her face suddenly turned pale, and she was speechless in a daze.

Immediately, the thin pages in his hand fell, and his lips were closed, but he didn't say a word.

Originally, the emperor's grandson Xiao Yi personally conquered, which boosted morale, and along the way, he also won battles, and Xiao Yi's prestige in the army was also increasing day by day.

But when Daxing and Tatar started the final battle, the few pieces of paper that fell quietly under their feet broke everything.

When the imperial grandson Xiao Yi was fighting against the Tatars, the chief soldier Zheng Wen suddenly led his troops to raid, cutting off Xiao Yi from the rear army, and he could only go deep into the swamp forest alone, but he broke off the connection.

"Ah Jiu—"

Seeing that the person in front of him suddenly shook his figure, Xie Yun almost forgot everything, and immediately stepped forward, just when he was about to hold it, Jiang Zhu beside him was already sadly supporting Gu Yanling's body, Xie Yun silently withdrew his hand, and in silence, he finally said with relief: "Everything is undecided, His Royal Highness the Taisun will return safely, and I hope that the Taisun Concubine will take care of her body——"

Looking at the person in front of him nodding in a daze, with a sloppy look in his eyes, Xie Yun's heart was also extremely heavy.

The cold wind peeked in through the lattice window, and the bone-soaked chill penetrated the layers of clothes and entered, and the woman standing there sat back like that, without tears, without being at a loss, but like a bird that had lost its direction, stumbling and having no home.

In the silence, Gu Yanling clenched her hands tightly, trying to suppress the panic that was gradually rising in her heart, she believed that Xiao Yi would fulfill his promise, and he would return safely, with the fourth uncle and his brother, and return victoriously together.

……

Things in this world are always unsatisfactory.

After the news of the current emperor's grandson in the Xuanfu is gone, the elderly and seriously ill Emperor Jianheng finally came to the end of his life, the former generation of the Son of Heaven, before his death, but he couldn't speak, he couldn't write, he could only listen to his favorite grandson in crisis, and his own son was under the banner of the Qing monarch's side, and the soldiers came to the city.

Just to seize the world he once snatched.

Despair, loneliness, or remorse.

All this is unknown.

The deceased is gone, but the living still have to live.

In just half a month, Jingling seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

On this night, the cold wind was bleak, and the cold water almost dripped, and the snow outside the window fell more and more rapidly, and it became heavier and heavier, as if it had crushed countless dry branches, so that how many red plums were crushed in the dust, at a glance, it was like dripping blood, and the eyes were full of sores and cold.

I don't know how many days and nights it has been, Gu Yanling was just like that, under the candlelight, with his hands propped on the soft pillow, sleeping in his clothes, and the sound of falling snow made the hall extraordinarily quiet and silent.

Suddenly—

A loud bang almost shook the earth, and even the candle flame in this hall seemed to be shaking, Gu Yanling was suddenly frightened and opened her eyes, and suddenly, she saw that the Xuanwu Gate side was burning with a sky-high fire, almost illuminating the entire sky.

"Concubine Taisun—"

The moment the soft curtain was hastily opened, Jiang Zhu ran over almost in a panic, because she was in too much hurry, she tripped under her feet, and fell to her feet in embarrassment, her face was pale, almost trembling, and even her breath was extremely unstable.

"Rebels, the city is under siege—"

In just one sentence, it seems to have exhausted the strength of Jiang Zhu's life.