Chapter Seventy-Five: The Death of the Wind and the Cold
Li Shimin was moved to Daming Palace, and Empress Changsun put him on the golden silk bed in the former bedroom, and took off his clothes for him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Li Ji's heart tightened, he felt that Li Shimin's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and he had no choice but to directly instill internal strength into Li Shimin.
Your Majesty...
His eyes showed true feelings, and he was afraid that Li Shimin would just leave.
And Yin Xuanji was moved to a room on the side and let him recuperate there.
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In the Tai Chi Palace, Feng Yuhan and Hua Mingjing were still fighting, but the strange thing was that Hua Mingjing was still expressionless, and there were no wounds on her body.
And Feng Yuhan was covered in wounds, with a few more footprints on his face, and his clothes were tattered, no different from a beggar.
Hua Mingjing's moves are extremely domineering, only if she can hurt the enemy, whether it is with a knife, with her hands, or with her feet, she will not hesitate to attack the enemy.
The footprints on Feng Yuhan's face were kicked out by her.
"Haha, I really deserve to be the descendant of General Hua, this swordsmanship is really superb, amazing!"
Feng Yuhan smiled dismally, sat on the ground, looked at the moon that suddenly emerged from the clouds, and couldn't help but think of the things that served in front of His Majesty Li Er.
"Your Majesty, if I hadn't been raised by the Demon Sect, how good it would be..."
"I can cut through all obstacles for you, defend against foreign enemies for you, and conquer Goguryeo for you!"
"It's a pity, we are enemies after all, in this life, I will return to the Demon Sect, and in the next life, I will return it to you!"
He stood up again, looked at Hua Mingjing, and said, "Are you dumb?" Why don't you talk all the time? β
He drew his sword and fought Hua Mingjing again.
Although his sword was fast, it still couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword dance, and he was like a child, carried away by the long sword.
Terrible!
Feng Yuhan suddenly smiled, he was enjoying and learning, at this moment, he didn't feel any pain at all, although the sword stabbed him and cut him.
This kind of sword swinging speed is even better than Pei Min, but Pei Min uses a gun...
He didn't know that Pei Min was good at using a sword, and he always thought that he was using a gun, so he didn't know how strong Pei Min's sword was.
"Although your sword is fast, it lacks change, the sword is out of order, but the sword is deadly, this is what General Hua taught you?"
"I think so..."
Hua Mingjing looked indifferent, stabbed out a few swords in an instant, and cut off one of Feng Yuhan's fingers, her internal force did not turn into sword qi through the long sword, and all of them were used to support the body protection qi, causing Feng Yuhan to not hit her with a single knife.
She hasn't said a word since she entered the Taiji Palace, and her expression hasn't changed, she has always had that indifferent expression, swinging her sword to the wind and keeping out the cold.
Boom!
The two took over the palm, the air was surging, Hua Mingjing took a few steps back and stabilized her body, while Feng Yuhan flew out upside down and fell to the ground.
A mouthful of blood arrows spurted out, and he stood up again, swinging his knife and slashing, some faint knife qi burst out, slashing towards Hua Mingjing.
While!
Hua Mingjing stretched out her hand to directly block the knife qi, the arm guard on her arm was not vegetarian, coupled with her body protection qi, that slash was useless.
The wind did not give up despite the cold, and rushed towards Hua Mingjing, the sword light and sword shadow, imprinting the entire Taiji Palace.
Boom!
Feng Yuhan hit the wall and coughed up septic blood.
"Huh!"
Feng Yuhan coughed up blood and smiled coldly, if he hadn't used that qi dispersion method just now, he probably wouldn't be so embarrassed now.
The method of dissipating qi was too exhaustive, and coupled with the countless knives that had been slashed by Yin Xuanji, he had long been physically exhausted, and now he was even more weak.
Feng Yuhan was at the end of his rope, he even had to lean on the knife to support his body, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed.
"I'm defeated!"
He smiled indifferently, looked at Hua Mingjing, and said, "Can you finish me?" I don't even have the strength to kill myself now..."
He's really tired and wants to close his eyes...
Hua Mingjing walked over and sealed her throat with a sword.
The knife fell and the person died, the blood flowed sideways, staining the surroundings of his corpse, and the entire Taiji Palace fell into silence again, quiet and abnormal, without any movement.
Hua Mingjing left indifferently and disappeared into the Taiji Palace.
Feng Yuhan died, his life was bumpy, born in the world of chess, unable to extricate himself.
He was originally an abandoned son, and he was going to starve to death on the streets, but it was the Heavenly Demon Mother who saved him, gave him food and clothing, and taught him martial arts, and he had to repay this kindness.
For him, the Heavenly Demon Mother was like his relative, and he naturally didn't dare to disobey her orders, so he gave Li Shimin a palm.
But Li Shimin has the grace of knowing him and treats him well, so with that palm, he left Li Shimin a way to live.
He is a pathetic man who has no ego and is a relief to die.
That night, the entire Taiji Palace was full of blood, countless dead and wounded, and countless corpses lay there quietly, no different from the slaughterhouse.
A coup d'Γ©tat will have a corresponding tragedy, and whoever has the last laugh will never be able to laugh again.
Hua Mingjing is gone, and no one knows where she went except Li Shimin.
Feng Yuhan also died in the hall, with countless wounds on his body, covered in blood, and he couldn't see clearly.
The moon came out and illuminated the entire city of Chang'an.
The people knew that the rebellion was over, and they secretly rejoiced, shook their heads, sighed, grieved, and thought about themselves.
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Under the moonlight, Fang Yiai, who was still chasing Gao Yang, killed all the way to the suburbs, he did not give up, although he was a little physically exhausted, although his wounds were still spurting blood.
He can't give up, and once he gives up, what will Gao Yang do?
Gao Yang!
He was anxious and kept chasing.
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Daming Palace.
A group of imperial doctors knelt in front of a bed, they didn't dare to say much, they went up one by one to give Li Shimin a pulse, and they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.
The crown prince Li Chengqian came back, taking Princess Jinyang with him, and Li Zhi, the king of Jin, watched from the side.
Princess Jinyang couldn't cry, she secretly wiped her tears on the side, she looked at Li Shimin, and muttered: "Father, don't be like the queen mother, don't be enlightened......"
King Jin was also crying on the side, he was only eight years old, and in the face of this sudden bad news, he couldn't control himself.
Father...
Li Tai, the king of Wei, also came, the "Hidden Queen" Wei also came, Fang Xuanling also hurriedly entered the palace, and the eldest grandson Wuji was also waiting on the side, Changle hadn't come back yet, so he didn't know the news.
There were many people in this room, and they all looked at Li Shimin lying on the bed with a sad whimper, speechless.
"If you want me to say, it's all to blame on that stinky boy of Yin Xuanji, and it's not good to protect Your Majesty!"
Li Ji stood up suddenly, and there was a roar, which frightened everyone and shrunk their necks, he was a little breathless, and he wanted to beat Yin Xuanji violently.
"I'm going to beat him!"
He was so aggressive that he was about to leave, so frightened that Fang Xuanling and eldest grandson Wuji hurriedly grabbed him and said good things to him.
The eldest grandson Wuji was stunned for a moment, frowned, and reprimanded: "Mao Gong, it's no wonder that it's not a mystery, after all, Feng Yuhan is recognized as the number one master of the empire, and there are only a handful of people in this world who can beat him!" β
"Yes, Mao Gong!"
Fang Xuanling hurriedly said: "Xuanji has done his best, and we also have part of the responsibility, now let's wait for Kunxian to come!" β
Li Ji was stunned for a moment, sighed and shook his head, and said, "It can only be like this, the pharmacists are still at the border, and they don't know the news!" β
He looked at the group of imperial doctors viciously, and they trembled with fright.
Those imperial doctors knew that if they failed to give a way to wake up His Majesty, it was estimated that they would lose their heads, and several people hurriedly discussed.
Suddenly, a imperial doctor stepped forward and said, "British duke, I am dull and powerless!" β
Death to Lao Tzu!
Li Ji directly kicked at the busy doctor with a face, kicking him far away, and almost killed him.
"You quacks, it's better to come to Lao Tzu!"
He walked to the bed, stretched out his hand, instilled internal strength in Li Shimin, and tried his best to keep him alive.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and get hot water ready! β
Li Chengqian pretended to be angry, kicked the eunuch on the side, and scolded: "Why hasn't this Sun Simiao come yet!" β
His appearance looked very anxious, but it provoked the eldest grandson Wuji and Fang Xuanling to shake their heads secretly, and Li Tai, the king of Wei on the side, smiled and said, "It's really pretending!" β
Eldest brother...
Although Li Tai also wanted to rebel, he still had great respect for Li Shimin, and he thought that as long as His Majesty Li Er did not die, he would not rebel.
And Li Chengqian may not be able to say.
The moonlight crosses the sand, and the entire Daming Palace is boiling.
The palace maid whispered, afraid of the funeral!
The concubine cried, afraid of the funeral!
The concubine frowned, afraid that if Li Shimin left, the entire Tang Dynasty would become a troubled era.
The eunuchs are in a hurry, the palace maids are in a hurry, and the entire palace, except for a few people, is in a hurry.
(To be continued)