Yang Ang's guards had all been killed, and when the Golden Armor Forbidden Army retreated, only corpses and blood were left behind.

Yang Ang and Yang Yi stood in the pile of corpses, like two ancient Bodhi trees from purgatory, and when the evening breeze blew, blood overflowed.

Yang Yi glanced at Yang Ang, who was stunned, squatted down, picked up the sword that Dazong was giving him, and jumped out of the sea of corpses. Yang Ang is now at the end of his rope, and Yang Yi is very afraid that he will cut himself off if he doesn't have any tendons.

Seeing Yang Yi leaving, Zhao Gui waved his hand lightly, and the surrounding gold-armored guards slowly surrounded Yang Ang.

Just as the Golden Armor Guards were about to approach Yang Ang, the sluggish Yang Ang suddenly burst out, waving the sword in his hand around him.

"Ah!! Get lost!!! Yes!!!! Yang Ang roared hysterically, the bun tied to the top of his head was spread out in the vigorous exercise, and the blood-red eyes on his face were like hellish demons, which was terrifying.

The gold-armored guards retreated one after another, and the emperor's edict was that Yang Ang must not be harmed, and no one could safely capture him alive in this situation.

Emperor Yang Lu in the main hall stood up and walked out slowly. Seeing this, Zhao Gui hurriedly went up to support Yang Lu.

Yang Lu walked to the front of the steps and looked coldly at his eldest son, who was almost crazy, with an expressionless face.

The crazy Yang Ang tripped over the corpse at his feet and almost fell, but Kan Kan supported his body with the sword in his hand, and then he quieted down.

At this time, looking at it again, this person with his hair in a messy bun and covered in blood was still the graceful Prince of Great Light, like a wounded beast struggling to death.

No one spoke, the whole square was quiet and terrible, and only the heavy wheezing sound of Yang Ang alone could be heard...

Yang Ang half-knelt on the ground and looked at Yang Yi not far away, then looked up at the emperor on the steps, and finally raised his eyes to look at the sunset that was close to the western mountain, the golden red sunlight was very dazzling.

Suddenly, Yang Ang laughed wildly: "Ha... Ha ha!!! ”

"I'm not convinced... I'm not convinced!! My life is up to me!! ”

"My life is up to me!! Ha ha!!! ”

Yang Yi, who was standing aside and had just untied his hands, was stunned when he saw this, and exclaimed, "Stop him!" ”

However, it was too late, Yang Yi's voice fell, and he saw Yang Ang raise the sword in his hand and wipe it towards his neck without the slightest hesitation.

"Dangdang..."The sword fell to the ground, and the sound was crisp and beautiful, which moved everyone present. Yang Ang, who had lost his life, slowly fell down, and fell heavily in the sea of corpses.

The evening breeze blows, and the twilight spreads. The late birds circled back and forth above the palace, and they were so frightened by the smoke that they did not dare to return to their nests.

The shouts around the palace gradually faded away, and the battle was basically over, and tens of thousands of forbidden troops and troops of the Imperial City Division searched the entire imperial city in a carpet manner.

The palace maids and eunuchs who fled in all directions were also not summoned by the palace power's stewards, and began to clean up every trace left by the battle. It was only when the smoke that was still rising everywhere and the disgusting smell of blood in the air shook everyone that everyone remembered what had happened.

Yang Ang's suicide heralded the end of this armed coup d'état that made everyone's hearts down.

Emperor Yang Lu squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Ang's corpse in the sea of corpses expressionlessly, who didn't know what he was thinking, and no one dared to go up to ask, even the eunuch Zhao Gui, who had followed him for decades, only stood silently behind the emperor without making a sound.

Even if it is not the emperor, even if an ordinary person has just lost one of his own flesh and blood, he must be in a very bad mood.

At this time, a group of people walked in outside the square, Yang Yi turned around and saw that it was a hundred officials headed by Li Cen, and a group of people also walked out of the side hall of Hanyuan Palace, which were a group of palace concubines led by Concubine Li.

As soon as many people walked into the square, their faces turned pale, except for Li Cen, where had the other civil officials seen this kind of formation of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and some began to vomit on the spot. The military attache was much better, especially Qi Jingshan, the commander of the Northern Army, who kicked open a few corpses with great interest to take a closer look.

"The emperor is frightened" Li Cen walked up the steps and bowed down, and the officials also bowed with him.

The emperor glanced at the hundred officials, and finally looked at Yang Ang who fell to the ground, and finally turned around and walked towards the Hanyuan Palace.

Yang Yi walked at the end, he looked at Yang Ang's body lying on the ground, wanted to go over and do something, hesitated for a long time and finally gave up, sighed heavily and turned to leave.

The emperor walked up to the dragon seat at the top of Hanyuan Hall and turned around and sat down, and the hundred officials and concubines stood up in turn. At this time, Zhao Gui came to Yang Yi's side and said, "Your Highness the Nine, please hand over the blade to the minions." ”

Yang Yi understood that he was not allowed to hold the sword in front of the holy driver, so he nodded and raised his hand to hand the sword to Zhao Gui, who bowed and returned to the emperor with the sword in his hand.

Emperor Yang Lu picked up the sword held in Zhao Gui's hand, and seemed a little surprised, this sword he was very familiar with, it was given to his imperial brother Yang Jue by the emperor back then.

At this time, the people who saw things seemed to remember the scene of the year, and said to themselves: "The first emperor gave this sword to Yang Jue, the king of Zhao, and told him that if this sword is there, if the first emperor is there, King Zhao should try his best to help me keep the peace of Daguang forever!" ”

"Yang Jue, the king of Zhao, also fulfilled his promise to help me take care of Zongzheng Temple for decades, and devoted himself to sharing my worries. But..."

Yang Lu closed his eyes in pain, patted the dragon chair and said, "But my son did not hesitate to point the blade of his sword at me, a father, for the sake of this bloodstained dragon chair. ”

"This is the sorrow of my great light, the sorrow of the royal family, and the sorrow of me..."

Yang Lu was angry and communicative, his body shook and almost sat down, Zhao Gui hurriedly stepped forward to support him, crying: "Your Majesty...."

The hundred officials also knelt down in unison: "Please ask the emperor to take the dragon body as the most important!! ”

There were many cries in the crowd, Yang Lu was the emperor of Daguang and the son of heaven of the people, but he was also the father of his son.

Yang Ang's matter can be said to be Yang Lu's one-handed interpretation, no one would have thought that Yang Ang would be so desperate, and his death and Yang Lu are inseparable.

At this time, Li Cen, the head of the hundred officials, stood up and bowed: "Your Majesty, the deceased is gone, and the current matter needs to be restored as soon as possible, sweep away the remaining anti-party forces in the capital, and restore peace to the court." ”

Qi Jingshan also came out to bow down: "Your Majesty, more than 200,000 fierce people in the north have invaded the border, and the war is critical, and we also need to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible." ”

The emperor pondered for a long time, finally opened his eyes, and gently waved his hand to let Zhao Gui, who was holding him, retreat, and the indifferent breath in his eyes told everyone that the emperor of all vehicles had come back again.

Emperor Yang Lu condensed: "The reorganization of the affairs inside and outside the court will be handled by Li Qing, and I will order the forbidden army to fully assist you." ”

"The minister obeys the order...", Li Cen bowed.

Yang Lu glanced at Qi Jingshan, who was a little anxious again: "The edict ordered Qi Jingshan to reinstate as the commander of the Northern Army, seal the history of Shuozhou's assassination, and immediately set off to return to the Northern Army to meet the fierce Di." ”

"The minister obeys the order," Qi Jingshan hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, this time the fierce Di is menacing, and the momentum inherited is superior to that of ten years ago, and the Northern Army is difficult to resist, and I also ask Your Majesty and the princes in the hall to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible." ”

Li Cen also said: "The minister also proposed that a messenger should be sent to go to Di Guangmeng with the letter of Di Guangmeng to question Di Yanzhi!" ”

Yang Lu glanced at the two of them, waved his sleeve robe and said, "This matter will be discussed again." ”

The two wanted to speak again, but Yang Lu said again: "Edict, promote Yang Yi, the prince of the Ninth Emperor, to be the squire of the military department, and discuss the matter of fighting the fierce Di." ”