Now that Su Yi is defeated, who will he meet? It's better to let him recuperate and wait for the opportunity. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Zhen Yue returned to the armory, everyone was waiting in the front hall, and when they heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the house, they all got up and greeted the front of the hall.

After Zhen Yue entered the courtyard, she was really stunned when she saw that everyone looked like they were facing a great enemy, but they were also covered with a trace of warmth, and Fu Ziran wrapped the cloak that had been prepared a long time ago around her shoulders, and everyone also looked like they wanted to speak and stopped.

She was a little tired, and she knew that they were worried about the purpose of King Huainan, so she informed everyone of the matter of asking for Su Yi tomorrow.

"Have you thought about it?" Ji Jianxuan broke the silence first.

Su Yi's recruitment of troops with the intention of treason is already a well-known thing, and King Huainan, as his father, was implicated by him, and he couldn't hide from the suspicion.

Whoever has anything to do with the Huainan Mansion now will face a disaster, not to mention that at this time, Fan Xiang is not in the court, and the military weapons institute has been repeatedly criticized, it is already difficult to protect itself, and he will speak for the traitor tomorrow, I have to say that Zhen Yue is digging his own grave.

Zhen Yue looked at the heavy appearance of everyone and said, "I have already decided." ”

"Okay, as long as you decide, we will definitely support it!" Ji Jianxuan said solemnly.

"That's right! In the tank! ”

Everyone, every word you and I say, they will leave life and death behind, and once again overcome obstacles for the justice in their hearts.

There is no need to say words of gratitude, Zhen Yue stretched out her palm and clasped it with everyone, her faith was unwavering.

When Zhen Yue went back to the backyard, she saw that Xiao Li wanted to stop talking, and finally turned around and left silently, and the pure smile that had been blooming on the corner of her mouth was covered with a thick sorrow.

Zhen Yue sighed, looking at the deeper and deeper night ink, there was no trace of sleepiness, her mind was clear and uncomfortable, she wanted to lie down and sleep quietly, but found that sleeping was already a luxury.

Early the next morning.

The drizzle rained all night without any sign of stopping, and in the early morning of this day, the silent imperial city suddenly ushered in a loud bell.

The bell rang twenty-seven times, straight into the clouds, resounding in the entire sluggish Yongdu, how many years, the last time the bell rang was when the first emperor died.

The people in the streets and alleys opened their windows, looking at the bell tower of the Jinding Palace Heavenly Bell through the thick rain and fog, they were sincerely afraid, and they were more whispering, which royal prince died? It turned out to be twenty-seven bells.

But soon, news gradually came, and the people knelt at the door, secretly wiping their tears, and sending off the heroes of the Tan Kingdom who had guarded them for many years.

Zhen Yue pushed open the door suddenly, ran out barefoot, the wet and cold rain instantly covered the white little feet, the cold air swarmed up, the mud splashed on the ankles, and the snow-white bedclothes were swayed wantonly by the cool breeze, without a trace of direction.

Cold tears rolled in her eyes, sliding down the corners of her eyes and cheeks, like a sharp knife piercing her heart, and her internal organs began to shatter.

Didn't you say it was okay last night? United, there must be a solution, twenty-seven bells is the highest etiquette after the death of the royal family and nobles, up and down the Tan country, except for the prince, who else can be qualified to be given twenty-seven.

Why! Why can't you wait any longer!

She covered her face and slowly squatted down, crying bitterly in the courtyard where the cold rain was beating.

Ji Jianxuan and Fu Ziran rushed into the courtyard first, and when they saw Zhen Yue, who was thinly dressed in the drizzle, they exclaimed.

Fu Ziran quickly took off his robe and wrapped it around Zhen Yue, hugged her tightly in his arms, and called her name softly.

The sudden warmth did not dissipate the coolness of Zhen Yue's heart, and over the years, a blazing heart has gradually cooled inch by inch in the face of the cruel reality, Zhen Yue felt that she was about to lose her support, seeing that the towering tree in her heart was about to collapse and the ashes were annihilated.

"Zhen Yue." Ji Jianxuan called her heavily, his eyes full of distress.

After a long time, Zhen Yue raised her head, with a pair of red and swollen eyes with tears, looked at Ji Jianxuan, and asked, "What is the explanation of Jinding Palace?" ”

"King Huainan committed suicide in the mourning hall of the palace with a glass of poisonous wine, and left a plea for guilt, and took all the charges on his body alone."

Zhen Yue choked in a low voice, it turned out that King Huainan had made all his plans last night, leaving all the retreats to Su Yi, but he didn't expect that last night's first sight would become the last one in this life, and the protector of the country, who had been fighting all his life, would be forced into a desperate situation step by step, and he was miserable.

Qiu Sheng! Qiu Sheng! How can you be so cruel, no! You are no longer Qiu Sheng, you are a high-minded, indifferent emperor! Qiu Sheng has died in the Jade Dragon Mountain where the warriors rushed all the way, leaving only the revenge and ruthlessness of the hidden darkness!

The cold Huainan Palace's white silk was wrapped around the beams, and the exquisite bright red lanterns were taken off and hurriedly replaced with pale hanging lanterns.

Everything was too sudden, so that the people in the palace were in a hurry, at a loss, but fortunately, the palace steward had been in office for several years, and was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, and arranged the funeral in an orderly manner in a chaotic situation.

The subtle sound of choking and sobbing secretly sounded in every corner, and the news of the prince's suicide spread at the moment it spread, and the palace sent a ceremonial master to condole, and gave the royal family the highest honor.

Even if he confessed to the crime of treason before his death, the royal family still remembered the love for many years, and sent the ceremonial master to arrange a thick funeral, at least in the eyes of outsiders, the prince did not care about his previous suspicions, and he was generous and virtuous, which was a wise man.

A man's heart-rending cry suppressed the sobbing of the maid, as if his mournful cry was left between heaven and earth, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if to render the sadness more sad, and the five colors were gloomy.

When Zhen Yue stepped into the front yard of Huainan Palace, her eyes were all desolate white, last night she had just walked through the goose path under her feet, and when she stepped on it again today, there was no heaviness of last night, only endless sadness.

She was followed by several volunteers, all of whom were friends who fought with Su Yi on weekdays, and Xiao Li was also walking in plain clothes, and her watery eyes were red and swollen from early morning.

Crying accompanied by hysterical roars came from the front hall, heart-wrenching to listen to in the silence of the cold morning.

From a distance, I saw Su Yi dressed in a snow-white filial piety suit, and drove the ceremonial master sent by the palace out of the hall mercilessly, his whole face was like a mad beast, and every time he shouted, it seemed to tear his throat apart.

The sharp-eyed housekeeper saw Zhen Yue and the others at a glance, and hurriedly called someone to come to greet him, which made Zhen Yue persuade the collapsed son.

The tip of the shoe was wet for most of the time, but she didn't feel a trace of cold, as if she had been numb, Zhen Yue stepped on the steps and glanced at the official servant who fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the ceremonial master not far away was even more helpless, it is conceivable that he was tortured by the little demon king enough and suffered a lot.