Since the early years of the Han Dynasty, Prime Minister Xiao He built Weiyang Palace and built such a large scale, until today, time has passed, the years are fleeting, and it has been a hundred years of vicissitudes unconsciously.

Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, summer thunder and winter snow, this large-scale royal complex not only did not change color in the baptism of wind and rain in these years, but more and more showed its glory. In particular, after the repair and expansion of some of these buildings by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, it has added endless charm.

The huge glazed tile hall is crowned with scales, exuding a mysterious and noble atmosphere under the sun's rays. Like the profound heritage of this great empire of the East, it has reached its peak and cannot be replicated. Such a scene once made countless worshippers from all over the world admire and bow down and fear.

And outsiders may never really understand the magnificent scenes that took place in the depths of this palace. Countless palace battles, treacherous strangulations, hidden in this long palace years, from the beginning to the present, with the growing strength of the empire, has never been broken.

The bloody battle that took place in the autumn before the centennial ceremony of the dynasty was not the most serious compared to the wars in the Weiyang Palace in previous years. But without a doubt, this time was the most tragic.

At the gate of Jianzhang Palace, there is a river of blood on the stone steps. The battle between one man and several thousand people has been going on for half an hour. Both sides of the palace wall are mottled with blood-spattered colors. The heavy palace gate was covered with traces of knives and axes, and it became shattered. After one of them crashed to the ground, it was even possible to see the situation in the atrium inside through the open doorway.

However, even so, no one could step up the steps and rush into this doorway. Because, the sword that blocked this door, its light was so strong, at this moment, it overwhelmed all the light of the sword.

Black and white, the knife and the body fit, the blade penetrated into the bone, making a slight sound, and the body of the dead fell to the ground and rolled down the steps. After dealing with a few more dead soldiers who rushed up, Park Yongyeol's figure fell to the ground, shook off the blood beads on the Xuandao, took a long breath, and stabilized the churning qi and blood in his chest. The white clothes were stained with blood, and they were all soaked in red.

The white shirt and black hair, the black knife is like ink, the wind is blowing, and the bloody clothes on the body are wrapped around the upright figure of Wakamatsu Bai, which looks particularly tall and sharp. No one knows how many wounds he has on his body, and no one knows how much bravery this desperate man has left, and how many people can be killed and wounded?

More than ten zhang away from the gate of Jianzhang Palace, the relatives and nobles of the clan who thought they had the chance to win looked at each other, and they were a little surprised in their hearts. They definitely didn't expect that there would be such a master in this palace. With the strength of one person can do this, in addition to Yuan Zhao, who everyone is afraid of, there is such a terrible guy in this world?!

"No wonder the emperor has always taken him with him...... This guard is so powerful! ”

Someone behind him sighed in a frightened tone. And many others couldn't help but shake their heads. Surrounded by thousands of people, it has not been broken through this palace gate for so long, is it really necessary to be blocked here by this one person?

"This guard was a Korean, and when Yuan summoned him to the east, he brought him back to Chang'an from overseas. Later, I don't know what happened, he became the prince's personal bodyguard until today...... It is said that this person was personally passed down by Yuan Zhao and was actually his disciple. ”

How many clan relatives who are familiar with some of the situation whispered what they knew. Yingchuan Marquis Liu Zezhi nodded.

"I see! No wonder he's so desperate...... Hum! What a loyal watchdog. However, in the current situation, what can a person do even if he is powerful? Most of Chang'an and the entire Weiyang Palace have almost fallen under our control, can this palace gate stop our footsteps? ”

Yingchuan Hou, who had not rested since last night, had bloodshot eyes, but there was no trace of tiredness on his face. And the same goes for everyone else. Stimulated by great ambitions, they forgot about fatigue. All I saw was fighting, blood, and the path of light to supreme power.

"This guy doesn't have much fighting power anymore! We've had enough time here, let's get rid of him quickly! As long as the Jianzhang Palace is taken again, the Queen Mother and the Empress are in our hands, even if anything goes wrong on the emperor's side, it will be foolproof and will not hinder the big plan! ”

Although Liu Zezhi, the Marquis of Yingchuan, did not have much force, he had a vicious vision. It has long been seen that Park Yongyeol, who is under the force of the battle, has been difficult to maintain the sharp edge at the beginning. At the end of the crossbow, there is nothing to fear! What he's fighting now is time. Only when the predetermined plan is fully achieved can people be truly reassured.

Soon, under his order, the hundreds of dead soldiers who had reorganized waved their respective blades and killed the guard on the steps at the entrance of Jianzhang Palace again. Today, both the clan nobles and their followers have understood that there is no way back from this path, success is life, defeat is death. Therefore, the only way to do this is to work hard and not to hesitate at all.

Yingchuan Hou's cold gaze passed through the doorway, and he could already faintly see the figure in the courtyard. He believed that Empress Dowager Wei and Empress Wei must be there, and none of them could escape!

"Remember to instruct, the Wei family, when all of them are destroyed, cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, so as to prevent future troubles! As for the child, there is no need to be busy killing ...... Hehe! ”

"Da Zongzheng, according to rumors, the emperor can't have children, and he intends to let the queen cultivate this child...... What's more, that is Yuan Zhao's son, how can he keep it? ”

"It's because he's Yuan Zhao's son that he can't kill him! I want to keep his life, as well as those people in the Han Mansion, these are all bargaining chips, and when the overall situation is decided in the future, even if Yuan Zhao does not die, he returns to Chang'an, I will make him worse than dead, and life is more uncomfortable than death...... Hahaha! ”

Liu Zezhi, the Marquis of Yingchuan, smiled coldly, and the cruelty on his face made people feel frightened. Thinking about the relationship, even these clan nobles who had always followed him couldn't help but bow their heads, although they admired it, they didn't dare to look at it.

Listening to the sound of smug laughter and the sound of sword fighting, Park Yongyeol re-grasped the sword and prepared for a more fierce battle. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care about the scars on his body. Inside the gate behind him, although the dozens of remaining palace guards wanted to come and help, they were all stopped by him with a wave of his hand. If they can't keep this door, they can't do anything. It's better to stay inside and be the last barrier.

How many enemies he had killed so far in the battle, he didn't have time to think. I only know that every stinging pain on my body is another wound. Although he tried his best to avoid the vital points, in each siege of dozens or hundreds of people, he still could not avoid the scars after all.

The palace life that accompanied the emperor all these years still wore down his sharpness after all. Although the Xuandao is as sharp as before, the blood in his chest is no longer invincible. This feeling made him very unhappy. Now, perhaps only by working hard can we persevere for longer. As for life and death, he has long since left it behind. Whether it is for the emperor's affection, or to live up to the entrustment of Master Yuanzhao back then, he will not hesitate to shed the last drop of blood in front of this palace gate!

With a clear sound, the Xuandao shot again. Even if there are thousands of knives today, so what? Heroism, just in the autumn season!

Knife for knife, blood for blood. It's a real fight for life. At the gate of Jianzhang Palace, where corpses are everywhere, Park Yongyeol, who was stained red with blood, can no longer see the figure in white in the past. Kill, kill, kill! Kill everyone who wants to enter the palace gates...... No matter what kind of fierce face came up, what he saw in his eyes, what he thought in his chest, there was only this one thought.

The brutal slaughter finally came to an end. The red-eyed dead soldiers, urged by stern orders, pounced in large numbers. The front one fell, and the back stepped on the ground with blood and corpses to continue to rush and kill. The awesome guy guarding the palace gate is dying, and everyone wants to cut off his head! Because the master behind them has already said that the value of this head is a thousand taels of gold.

There will be brave men under the heavy reward, not to mention these outlaws who have been driven to a dead end. The sword of the hundred refining Xuangang was stained with blood and became extremely heavy. And its owner, at last, has reached the point of exhaustion.

After slaying a dozen more people, a short sword pierced him in the left rib. Park Yongyeol stumbled, and was forced to take a few steps back in pain from the next few knife slashes, and before he could recover his breath, the blade as fast as the wind and rain drowned his figure...... And taking advantage of this gap, the dead soldiers raised by the clan forces finally rushed into the gate of Jianzhang Palace.

The defense composed of dozens of palace guards could not resist these guys who had become crazy and murderous. The atrium was splattered with blood, staining the golden leaves on the ground red.

"Queen Mother, please hand over the child in your arms! Otherwise, the sword has no eyes, and if there is damage, it ....... ”

The Marquis of Yingchuan and the nobles of the clan, who followed into the Jianzhang Palace, looked indifferently at the Empress Dowager and Empress who were surrounded by it. The guards who protected them were almost dead in the blink of an eye. and died before their eyes. Now only a group of palace maids and eunuchs were left standing there trembling, trying to desperately cover their masters with their bodies, waiting for an unknown fate to come.

Faced with the threat, Empress Dowager Wei shook her head and didn't say anything. She hugged Yuanfeng tightly with her hand, turned her head and whispered comfort to the queen and her daughter, but she didn't want to look at these rebellious ministers and thieves who forced the palace.

Yingchuan Marquis Liu Ze's heart was angry. He didn't want to say more, so he motioned to the clan around him, went over and snatched the child, and then put the two women who couldn't see the situation clearly in the palace and put them under house arrest. But I heard someone next to me whispering.

"The queen can not die, as for the queen mother...... Da Zongzheng, if you want to completely eradicate the Wei family, how can you be soft? ”

"That'...... Take the white silk! said to the outside world that the Queen Mother was frightened and unfortunately passed away. It is our protection that is not ....... ”