The prince's personal guards became fewer and fewer, and at last, only a dozen people were left by his side, all on foot, without horses. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Li Chenghao followed the prince's side, this young master of the Li family, the prince's cousin, was covered with blood and hair at the moment. At this moment, these people have not stopped fighting. Because of the early edict, the crown prince must not die in the hands of anyone on his side, and the Yulin army and the Shence army can only retreat step by step.

"Big brother, stop resisting. The voice from the city tower came, and in this piece of blood, Nalan Rui's gentleness was particularly ruthless.

The prince looked at him on the city tower, covered the bleeding wound on his arm, snorted coldly, and actually laughed: "The son of a cheap slave, it's not your turn yet, pointing fingers at the palace!"

The people on the tower did not speak, but laughed and did not speak. Gentle and modest, with a noble character, this is the evaluation given to him by the government and the opposition. He is the son of a cheap slave, it is true. After ten years of forbearance, he never felt any shame in these four words.

Nalan Rui slowly turned around, went down the steps, walked step by step through the corpses all over the ground in front of Chong'an Gate, and walked in front of the prince without changing his smile, accompanied by the soldiers behind him.

"Stop. He said to Su Lan and Xuan Xi with a smile.

Yu Linwei and the Shence Army, who were retreating step by step, immediately put down their weapons and stood still. The only remaining dead soldiers beside the prince also stopped with the prince's sigh and gathered around the prince.

Tonight, the winner is decided.

At this moment, most of the prince's embarrassment has also dispersed, although his hair is messy and his face is bloody, the dignity of Wenhua in the past is suddenly evident at this last moment.

The prince laughed slowly, Su Lan frowned slightly and looked at him, such a calm look had not been seen in the prince for a long time, and these days, her senses for him were restless and restless.

When the dead soldiers around the prince saw his expression, they all raised their scarred arms and carried their long swords. Su Lan's lieutenant Song Fan shouted: "Put down your weapons!"

But in the next moment, their swords covered their necks, and with a stack of "swords", the long swords fell to the ground, and the prince's dead soldiers all fell to the ground.

Su Lan looked at this scene and felt infinite sorrow. The dead men all had poison in their mouths, but at this moment, they collectively killed themselves, and for this onlooker, they couldn't help but admire them and feel pity. She smiled coldly, only thinking that the scene of death could be so moving.

At that moment, blood gushed out, and there were blood stains on the prince's bright yellow robe, and the prince looked at them with a smile and said in a low voice: "Strong man also." ”

Surrounded by the rebellious army, only the prince and Li Chenghao remained. Li Chenghao smiled miserably and fell to his knees.

The prince swept him coldly, sighed, looked at Su Lan again, and glanced coldly: "The son of a traitor has become a famous Su Lang, you are really exhausted, I underestimated you before." ”

"The winner is the prince and the loser. Su Lan was still sitting upright on the horse at this time, and smiled slightly at the prince, "Your Highness has passed down the lineage, and Lan also admires His Highness's talent." It's just that you should be a rich and idle king who writes books, but you have never been suitable to be the hero of the world in this troubled world. ”

After speaking, Su Lan neatly turned over and dismounted, walked to Nalan Rui's side from the Yulin Army's separate road, knelt down in front of him respectfully, and said, "Minister, fortunately not disgraced." ”

"It's hard work General Su. The third master smiled, took her arm, and told her to get up.

"Brother. Nalan Rui walked in front of the prince step by step, and Xuan Xi also dismounted and walked to Nalan Rui's side.

"Look at the third child, you have been sick for many days, and you have not seen any emaciation. The prince smiled slowly, "It's my brother and I, so embarrassed." ”

The prince's eyes fell on Xuan Xi, and he said in a flat voice: "I read the letter sent to the East Palace in the evening, and your words are getting better and better." Ah Xi, your mind is hidden as deep as the sea, and it is really frightening. ”

Nalan Rui bowed deeply to the prince, straightened up, picked up the sword at his waist, and said to the prince respectfully as usual: "My brother invites His Royal Highness the prince to die." ”

The prince slowly took the sword, and the distance between him and Nalan Rui was very close, and he looked at him left and right, for fear that the prince would not be good for him at this time, the prince looked at the sword and said with a smile: "You are not afraid that I want you to bury me with me." ”

"How is it possible to ask the imperial brother to kill me, a person from a humble background, that is an insult to you. When Nalan Rui said this, he still had a gentle smile on his lips that had been the same for more than ten years.

"Third, I only have one question. The prince stroked the long sword with a cold gaze, "Who is the owner of the second six-petal pear flower?"

"Brother and brother are born from the same root. ”

The prince suddenly laughed loudly, and the more he laughed, the louder he became, but Nalan Rui's face was still as usual, looking at him, smiling warmly.

The prince raised his long sword and wiped it along his neck, and the blood splashed on the third master's white robe, as if it was blooming with gorgeous words.

"It's the same root, so why be in a hurry. This is the last words of Nalan Yu, who has been the prince of Chu for fourteen years, in this world.

The blood was still flowing, and Nalan Yu fell in a pool of blood, without a trace of breath. This former prince of Da Chu died like this, which makes people feel absurd.

There was silence all around, only the wind carrying a thick bloody breath. Nalan Rui slowly crouched down, looked at the face of his dead brother, his face was elusive, and just closed his eyes with his hands that he had not been able to close until death.

He looked at the prince's face silently, not moving, no one knew what he was thinking. Su Lan heard his low voice and said: "Your life is noble and happy except for the moment of death, I really don't know, who is the two of us, who wins." ”

"I've been waiting for this day for twelve years. He slowly stood up, no longer looking at the corpse on the ground, turned around, and smiled at the people around him.

He looked into the distance, then slowly bowed down in the southwest direction outside the palace, pressed his face against the loess, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

In the palace women's mound in the southwest direction, a noble concubine who died in the ninth year of Yanxi is buried. It was from that year that the prince, who was weak and gentle in temperament and lived humbly in the court, started this game, and spent twelve years seeking this imperial hegemony.

There was a glimmer of light in the sky, and Su Lan looked up and felt a slight dizziness. The blood on his face seemed to be nothing more than a nightmare, and this haze, with the first rays of sunlight, began to dissipate.

Although she has experienced many coups in her short life in the future, this palace change, known as the "Chong'anmen Change", has become an indelible scene in her memory.

Because this night is a night painted by a man's desire for dignity, life, and power. All kinds of the darkest episodes of human beings are like a big net, on top of this palace, once again showing that the cruelty of this heavenly family once again taught her how to survive in this troubled world in the most cruel way.

A new era will begin in this thickest darkness. At this moment, they didn't know that the gorgeous morning glow of the last heyday of the last Warring States period was passing through the blood-drenched earth.

"Twenty years ago, Situ Min killed Prince Zhaoming in Jinyang Palace of Zhou State. Nalan Rui's voice was calm and powerful, and after a short period of sadness, it returned to an impeccable gentleness, and it also broke everyone's silence, "Let's take the road that this emperor of Zhou has walked again." ”

"Ah Lan, what should we do next?" Nalan Rui smiled slightly, "Is it to put the corpse of this rebellious thief for three days, and then crush the bones and scatter ashes to show the future generations?"

"No. ”

"Ah Xi, you go to the inner palace to prevent the thieves from disturbing your father. ”

"No. ”