When Zhuo Yijia woke up, it was already dark. Sanniang and Zhihua stayed outside her house. Zhuo Yijia looked at the armor that had been prepared at the head of the bed. Then he got up and put it on layer by layer.

The rain and snow in the sky are still falling, dripping and dripping.

At the beginning of the day, the army led by Zhuo Yijia was outside the city.

At two moments, Wen Xiang held a cloth umbrella and walked tightly to the palace gate and handed over the fold, saying that he had an urgent matter to see.

At three o'clock, the palace door opened. The military department Shangshu who was waiting outside the palace forced into the palace.

In the ninety-eighth year of the Southern Shang Era and the seventeenth year of the ancestor, Zhao Fengyao, the son of King Huairong, forced the palace to seize the throne.

The army was like a bamboo, and it smashed into the palace. It's surprising how smoothly it went.

Even Zhuo Yijia, who was outside the city, had not had time to make a move, but he heard the news from the palace that Zhao Fengyao, the son of King Huairong, was leading troops to capture Emperor Ming Xian.

In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, Zhuo Yijia entered the city with an army of 10,000.

When he entered the palace, the entire palace was first strewn with corpses. After passing through the vestibule, the harem is very different. There was not a trace of blood in it.

The tranquility of the harem and the bloodshed of the vestibule are like two extremes, and they are extremely weird.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the imperial city guards on both sides who were restrained by the Southern Protector Army. Walked straight to the Jinluan Palace.

The entire palace was lit up at this time. Several large lanterns hanging outside the Jinluan Hall swayed in the winter wind. Outside the hall stood the Southern Protectors in armor and holding long swords.

Zhuo Yijia stepped into the Jinluan Palace, but he thought that the messy and bloody hall was orderly, neat and clean. Zhao Fengyao stood on the hall, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with a few drops of blood. pointed directly at Emperor Ming Xian in front of him.

Emperor Ming Xian in front of him was sitting, facing the palace door, bowing his head and draping the fold in his hand.

Emperor Ming Xian carefully finished the last book, then slowly closed it, and then raised his head and looked at Zhao Fengyao standing in front of him. His gaze swept over and fell on Zhuo Yijia, who was standing in the center of the hall behind him.

Zhuo Yijia was wearing armor, standing in the main hall, looking at Emperor Ming Xian coldly. The two of them looked at each other like that.

Zhao Fengyao waved his hand, and the generals next to him stepped forward and stood behind Emperor Ming Xian with a long sword. He put away his sword, stepped back, and walked to Zhuo Yijia's side.

Zhuo Yijia stood in the main hall and looked at Emperor Ming Xian coldly.

Ming Xian sat behind the table, which was full of folds. In the Jinluan Palace, which was full of soldiers and swords, there was not the slightest panic on his face. Calmly weird.

Zhuo Yijia looked at Emperor Ming Xian, didn't say a word, and stretched out his hand.

The arrow feathers that had already been prepared on the Zhihua ground on the side were handed over.

Zhuo Yijia took it, and the tip of the arrow was aimed at Emperor Ming Xian's heart, and he pulled it fiercely. Full bow, archery.

There are no words.

With a 'whoosh', the arrow feathers burst out of the air.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and they saw a figure shoot out. Straight for Emperor Ming Xian to block that arrow.

Zhuo Yijia's bow was too full, and the force of the shot was too great, so that the body of the person who blocked the arrow flew backwards after being shot.

As soon as Emperor Ming Xian let go, Hongshan's body smashed straight on the table, knocking off the folds on the ground.

Zhuo Yijia looked at Hong Shan on the desk and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Her hand holding the arrow feather tightened, looked at Hong Shan in disbelief, and shook her head: "Hong Shan! You? How could it be!! ”

Hong Shan raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Yijia, sweeping away her usual well-behavedness, leaving only indifference and indifference. She hung her head, blood spitting out of her mouth.

Emperor Ming Xian turned his head, glanced at Hong Shan, who was lying on the side, and looked up at Zhuo Yijia: "How could not, she is my dead soldier." ”

Zhuo Yijia's eyes still fell on Hong Shan, who was lying down, and a pool of blood was left on the arrow stuck in her chest, and her mouth kept spitting.

Zhuo Yijia's hands holding the arrow feathers trembled slightly, her heart became colder and colder, colder and colder than the winter wind blowing outside.

"Why you." Zhuo Yijia said, holding the arrow feather with a trembling hand and pointing.

Hong Shan, who was lying down, opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, but she didn't say anything after all.

"After the bloody bath of the imperial palace, I buried all the families who worked with the previous emperor with the dead." Emperor Ming Xian said, looked up at Zhuo Yijia, and said softly: "It's like the fine work that your father buried in all the families." ”

"As the sister of the first queen, Aunt Zhuo Jiayun is naturally indispensable by her side." Emperor Ming Xian said, turned his head, and looked at Hongshan, who had vomited a large pool of blood on the ground. said slowly: "Sending her to your side is naturally surveillance." But then, you changed. Saying that, Emperor Ming Xian turned his head, looked at Zhuo Yijia, and continued: "I will let her stay and take care of you." ”

Zhuo Yijia's whole body felt as if he was petrified.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Emperor Ming Xian knows her true identity.

It is not surprising to know their arrangement.

She held out her hand and waved, "Everyone stand down." ”

Zhao Fengyao turned his head, looked at Zhuo Yijia with a calm face, and then nodded: "I asked people to surround this palace, if you have something to call me, I will wait outside." ”

Zhuo Yijia stiffened his face and nodded.

Then the soldiers and generals in the Jinluan Palace all left the palace. Zhihua followed at the end, took one last look at the inside of the Jinluan Palace, and then closed the door.

In the huge Jinluan Palace, there were only two people left, Emperor Ming Xian and Zhuo Yijia, and a Hong Shan, who was lying on the ground and was almost out of breath.

Zhuo Yijia stood in the main hall and did not speak, but quietly looked at Hong Shan who was lying in front of the desk, with an expressionless face. Clenched his hands tightly, and quietly watched Hong Shan lose her breath a little.

Not a word was ever uttered from beginning to end.

"Why do you sit idly by when you know about our rebellion?" Zhuo Yijia tilted his head slightly, looking at Emperor Ming Xian.

Emperor Ming Xian looked at Zhuo Yijia, and then lowered his head and straightened his yellow sleeves: "Because I don't want to be an emperor anymore." ”

Zhuo Yijia had a dark and calm face, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Is there anything else you can tell me?" Emperor Ming Xian stood on the desk, looked at Zhuo Yijia who was speechless below, and opened his mouth.

Zhuo Yijia raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Ming Xian, his face expressionless.

Really at the last moment, Zhuo Yijia found that she and Emperor Ming Xian didn't have a word to say.

Before that, she had thought about the scene of meeting Emperor Ming Xian countless times. She thought that she must ask him why he rebelled back then, and why he killed his mother and caused her to wander for many years.

Just like many books I read in my previous life, at the last moment, I always have to ask a lot why I can vent my anger and hatred in my heart for many years.

But at this moment, she didn't want to ask a word. What if you don't ask, what if you ask. There is no point in doing so.

The great revenge was avenged, and the moment she stood in the hall, she only felt that an arrow shot him to death on the wall, which was the best gift she gave to her father and queen mother.

I didn't want to say a word.

Perhaps it was the torment of revenge day and night that had already smoothed out her resentment and impulsiveness.