The bright moon hung high, and the entire Lin'an had fallen into chaos.

Grabbing the reins, Ye Yingwu looked at the empty palace city in front of him, his face sinking like water. The cavalry of the Hundred Battles has already rushed into the city along the open city gate, this is the second time that the Hundred Battles have rushed into the Great Song Palace, and these guys are also familiar with the road.

It's just that it's different from the last time, the last time Ye Yingwu was still a courtier of the Great Song Dynasty, and he still had to face the threat of Jia Yidao and Zhao Yu joining forces, but this time it was different, the city gate was open, and there was no forbidden army, and there was no official to stop it.

"Envoy, there is no one!" Xiao Yangzi's face showed a solemn look.

It's a step too late. Ye Yingwu shook his head, obviously feeling the woman in his arms tremble.

The wind swept by, and the hundred battles had already been quickly closed, and the more than ten cavalrymen sent out found nothing. And several soldiers ran down from the Wende Hall quickly, and shook their heads before they could speak, meaning that the Wende Hall was empty.

Faintly able to hear the cry, Ye Yingwu's gaze crossed the Wende Hall and looked in the direction of the harem, a pillar of smoke was particularly dazzling under the moonlight, and then the dazzling firelight had replaced the moonlight and illuminated the sky.

The harem is on fire!

Zhao Yunshu almost subconsciously grabbed Ye Yingwu's hand.

"Let's go, let's go to the harem." Ye Yingwu said coldly, taking the lead in urging the war horse.

Xiao Yangzi hurriedly leaned over: "Envoy, aren't we going to stop the official family?" It is estimated that you should be able to catch up now, after all, the tide gate is not far from here. ”

After a pause, Ye Yingwu looked at Xiao Yangzi in surprise: "What's the use of chasing Zhao Yu?" ”

Xiao Yangzi was speechless for a while, what is the use of chasing Zhao Yu at this time? What the envoy wants is not to make this Great Song surrender to Mongolia, and doesn't he want the Zhao family to throw all their dignity and responsibility into the dust, and trample on their own worthlessness?

Now that Zhao Yu is meeting Ye Yingwu's expectations, why should Ye Yingwu recover it. This Great Song Dynasty is completely dead, and even Ye Yingwu doesn't have to think about Chan Rang in the future, even if he is directly ordered by heaven and ascends the throne as emperor, no one will object.

The harem of the Great Song Dynasty, which used to be drunk and dreamed of death every day, ushered in the most sober and saddest day after Zhao Yu ascended the throne. Countless beauties who had once dressed up to welcome the saint were fleeing in embarrassment amid the billowing smoke, and even more timid eunuchs and palace maids were huddled in the corners just crying, not knowing what unknown fate awaited them.

The horse's hooves trampled on the ground, and some of the palace maids who had already been dizzy even knelt on the ground in panic, shouting for mercy. And several beautiful concubines and beauties shamelessly greeted them, and said delicately: "Please also ask the Mongolian uncle to raise his hand, the slave family ······"

Zhao Yunshu's face was cold, and he unexpectedly pressed one hand on Ye Yingwu's sword, but after all, the girl drew her sword for the first time and was stunned. Ye Yingwu stretched out his hand to press her, and said softly: "Shu'er, forget it, they are also forced to do so, after all, the lives that can be lived in this troubled world are already thankful, so why bother with what means to use." ”

"These incorruptible and shameless ······· They used to meet their charming fathers, and they were like this! Zhao Yunshu gritted his teeth and looked at the concubines who realized that something was wrong and lost their faces.

"They have nothing but beauty, they are just some poor people, although poor people must have something to hate, but now, they are not to blame." Ye Yingwu said in a deep voice, pressing Zhao Yunshu's hand tightly, "Shu'er, let go." ”

As if all the strength in his body had been drained, Zhao Yunshu finally fell silent.

Ye Yingwu didn't look at these concubines, and urged the horse forward, the fire was burning from the west of the harem, and Kunning Palace was still stable here. It's just that unexpectedly, there are still a few forbidden soldiers standing outside Kunning Palace, hurriedly carrying water, and seeing a cavalry captain driving straight in, no matter who it is, they disperse in a hurry.

Ye Yingwu waved his hand, and the cavalry of the hundred battles dispersed in response, but he did not chase after him.

"Be optimistic about the place where the fire burned, and do your best to evacuate the people of Lin'an outside." Ye Yingwu whispered a word to Xiao Yangzi, took the lead in jumping off the horse, and then helped Zhao Yunshu to dismount. Since there is still a forbidden army outside Kunning Palace, it means that there are still people in the palace.

Looking at Zhao Yunshu, Princess Xin'an returned to this place, her hands clenched her sleeves, and her pretty face seemed to be condensed with a thick layer of autumn frost. Ye Yingwu took a few steps forward: "Let's go, it is estimated that the person is still inside." ”

The two soldiers of the Hundred Battles had already hurried to push the door of Kunning Palace open, as if they had pushed open the door to another world that was about to be destroyed.

The firelight, the moonlight, no one knows what kind of light illuminates the Kunning Palace. At the screen in front of them, the two women silently hugged each other, and when they saw the palace door being opened, the old man slowly stood up, and did not forget to tidy up his messy clothes: "I didn't expect these jackals to come so quickly, but what is the difference between coming early and coming late." ”

Seeing that Empress Quan was still crying in a low voice, Empress Dowager Xie wiped a handful of tears and said in a deep voice: "Jiu'er, Jiu'er, stand up, don't let these people laugh." The men of the Zhao family have lost face, and the daughter of the Zhao family can no longer grovel! ”

Without waiting for the queen to respond, a figure had already crossed the threshold, and the soldiers standing on both sides of the door bowed at the same time. The moonlight shone on his face and on his armor, young and mighty.

Looking at the surprised Empress Dowager Xie, Ye Yingwu pressed the sword in his hand and arched his hand with a smile: "Minister Ye Yingwu is polite, I didn't expect the Empress Dowager to be such a virtuous person, not in vain for the Zhao family, and never lost the face of the Zhao family." Please also ask the Queen Mother to stand Ye Mou's worship. ”

Before the words fell, Ye Yingwu bowed respectfully.

Without waiting for Empress Dowager Xie and Empress Quan to reminisce, a familiar figure behind Ye Yingwu had already jumped out, and he directly rushed over and hugged Empress Dowager Xie, with a thick and undisguised sadness in his voice: "Big Mom, Big Mom, Shu'er is late!" ”

"Shu'er, my Shu'er." Empress Dowager Xie's sad face rarely showed a smile, but she immediately murmured, "Shu'er, Shu'er, this Zhao family's country, this Zhao family's Great Song Dynasty, it's over, you stupid girl, why do you want to come back, why do you want to come back." ”

Zhao Yunshu was stunned, and Empress Dowager Xie gritted her teeth and pushed her away: "Go, let's go!" Get out of this Lin'an and go where you're supposed to go! Let's go, Shu'er, from now on, there will be no Great Song in the world, and there will be no Princess Xin'an in the world from now on! ”

"Big Mommy!" Knowing what Empress Dowager Xie meant, Zhao Yunshu knelt on the ground and hugged Empress Dowager Xie's legs, "Big Mom, you can't just leave Shu'er like this, leave with Shu'er, while the Mongolian Tartars haven't entered the city yet, it's still too late." ”

It's just that Empress Dowager Xie sighed softly, and the tears that had just stopped gushing out again: "Shu'er, let's go, as long as you don't think of yourself as the daughter of the Zhao family, as long as you don't think about all this, just treat everything as a new beginning, go." Big mother and your mother can't get out, they are not only a burden to you, but they can't erase the traces of the Zhao family on their bodies. ”

Speaking of this, Empress Dowager Xie raised her head and looked at Ye Yingwu, who had been standing there solemnly: "The old man has entered the Zhao family, and he can be regarded as enjoying all the glory and wealth, and it is difficult to comment on the grievances and grievances in the world, but I am already content to be able to come this far." saw the most prosperous and depressed moment of the Great Song Dynasty, and lost the last country left by the ancestors and ancestors, and there was no need to run anymore. ”

Ye Yingwu was silent, just quietly looking at this woman who was about to become the last queen mother of the Southern Song Dynasty. Empress Dowager Xie patted Zhao Yunshu gently: "Big mother is already tired, there is no need to run, and there is no strength to run." It is enough to die in Lin'an. Shu'er, you're different, you're still young, and you still have a good age, let's go, get out of here, go far. ”

hugged Xie Daoqing to death, and Zhao Yunshu just choked and wept.

Seeing that this stupid girl didn't let go, Empress Dowager Xie looked at Ye Yingwu helplessly, revealing a somewhat bitter smile: "Ye Yuanjun, you promise the old body to treat her well." ”

After a moment of silence, Ye Yingwu nodded.

"Treat her well······" Empress Dowager Xie stretched out her hand and gently stroked Zhao Yunshu's hair, her face was full of kindness, "Shu'er, it's the big mother who can't stand you, but now you can't help but go." ”

Zhao Yunshu was slightly stunned, and before he could react, there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Xie Daoqing kicked her lower abdomen, and then took advantage of the moment when Zhao Yunshu subconsciously let go of his hand and quickly retreated, waving his sleeves: "Ye Yingwu, this child will be entrusted to you, don't let down the old body!" ”

Even if Ye Yingwu had seen too many partings of life and death, he couldn't help but be moved at this moment, but he still quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Yunshu, pressed the girl in his arms, and let Zhao Yunshu struggle and cry, but he was unmoved.

"Envoy, the fire has already burned." Xiao Yangzi strode in and said hurriedly.

Ye Yingwu hugged Zhao Yunshu tightly, nodded, and looked at Empress Dowager Xie.

"Let's go, let's go." Empress Dowager Xie waved her hand and sat down on the ground tiredly, "Just let this fire burn it all down." ”

"Queen Mother, Queen, take care." Ye Yingwu said in a deep voice, "Xiaoyangzi, let's go." ”

Resigned to his fate, Zhao Yunshu finally didn't struggle anymore, and let Ye Yingwu drag him out of Kunning Palace, which once symbolized the queen's location and the mother's world, has gradually been engulfed by fire. Using his last bit of strength, Zhao Yunshu desperately looked back, the heavy hall door was half-covered, and he couldn't see the two figures inside that had accompanied him through most of his life.

Tears are like pearls with broken threads, drifting away with the wind.

"Have you ever found a Mongolian Tartar in the city?" Ye Yingwu looked at Xiao Yangzi.

Xiao Yangzi shook his head: "Our people didn't dare to approach the tide gate, Qiantang Gate and Yuhang Gate are still under the control of Baizhan Capital, but not many people in Lin'an have withdrawn." ”

"I can't take care of that," Ye Yingwu said lightly, and he didn't look at the Kunning Palace that was engulfed in flames behind him, "This dynasty has fallen, and someone will have to be buried after all." ”

Zhao Yunshu suddenly shook off Ye Yingwu's hand and ran towards a palace not far away. Ye Yingwu was stunned for a moment: "Leave two people behind, and then Xiaoyangzi, you take the others to the palace gate to watch, but if anyone in this palace wants to escape, let them be." ”

After instructing Xiao Yangzi, Ye Yingwu turned over his horse and rushed to the smaller palace quickly. Because Lin'an has always been in the Great Song Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty Palace has always been simple, and the palace group of Bianliang before it can not be compared at all, until Zhao Yu only expanded a few palaces at this time, but still did not change the pattern of the dense arrangement of the palace, Kunning Palace, Cining Palace crowded together, not to mention, the palace of the Great Song Dynasty princess also stood on one side like the stars and the moon.

Zhao Yunshu took three steps and made two steps to open the palace door, the furnishings are still the old furnishings, although the master has been away for a long time, but there is no dust, indicating that Zhao Yu and Queen Quan have been carefully sealing it, and often send people to clean it.

Stunned for a moment, Zhao Yunshu rushed directly into the inner room. Later, Ye Yingwu hesitated for a moment, and then followed. The inner room of the palace is a common women's boudoir furnishings, with a bookshelf full of books on one side, a piano placed in the corner of the wall, and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the four walls, all indicating the character of the owner.

It's just that Zhao Yunshu didn't care about these things that he was extremely familiar with, but pulled open the bedside drawer, took the golden hairpin in the drawer directly into his arms, thought about it and stuffed a jade-handled knife inside into his sleeve, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he almost hit Ye Yingwu.

Frowning slightly, looking at the panting girl in front of him, Ye Yingwu grabbed her wrist and took out the knife in his sleeve. Zhao Yunshu stepped forward angrily to grab it: "Who let you in, this is the boudoir of this palace, and it is also a thing from this palace, give it back to me quickly." ”

"It's true that there is chaos outside, but as long as a certain Ye Yingwu is still there, it will not be your turn to dance with a knife and a gun." Ye Yingwu clenched Zhao Yunshu's wrist and looked at her dodging gaze with a smile, "Her Royal Highness the princess only needs to put away the golden hairpin for a certain person." ”

"Who's going to take it for you." Zhao Yunshu turned his head sideways, secretly annoyed in his heart, he had just taken the golden hairpin into his arms like this, but he just let Ye Yingwu show this guy a positive one? Thinking about the entanglement between this golden hairpin and the two people when they met for the first time, Zhao Yunshu's heart was hot, and his voice was getting lower and lower, "The dagger was given to me by my father, the hairpin, the hairpin is ······"

Reaching out and scratching Zhao Yunshu's increasingly red face, Ye Yingwu said with a smile: "That hairpin is a token of love between you and me, do you want to talk about this." ”

Seeing that Zhao Yunshu didn't answer, Ye Yingwu grabbed her: "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, it's better to leave quickly." ”

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On the tide gate, the white flags that have been prepared dance in the wind.

The carriage with the white flag slowly drove out of the city gate, Jia Rudao and Zhao Yu stood side by side on the carriage, Jia Rudao looked at the front with solemn eyes, and Zhao Yu was full of panic, and kept looking at the high-spirited Mongolian army outside the tide gate.

This is the first time Zhao Yu has seen the Mongolian Tartar army in his life, he didn't expect that Ye Yingwu's defeated generals would be so powerful and majestic, he didn't expect that the forbidden army that he once thought was invincible could only retreat in fear in front of such an army, and he didn't expect that the three hundred years of the Great Song Dynasty and the countless ancestors and ancestors would be lost in his own hands.

At this moment, Zhao Yu's heart was full of mixed feelings for the first time, and even some regrets.

What would have happened if I hadn't come just now?

If he didn't listen to the master, would he be angry?

If there are still one or two good men who can fight bloodily for Da Song and Lin'an, will they be able to escape?

But where in the world do you find so many ifs?

Zhao Yu's palms continued to sweat, but Jia Yidao still didn't squint, as if standing beside him was not an official who symbolized the supreme authority of the Great Song Dynasty, but just a doll and puppet at his disposal.

The black flag is displayed, and outside this tide gate, there is no trace of the Red Flag of the Great Song Dynasty.

A young general stood in the moonlight, coldly watching the scene in front of him.

The carriage stopped in front of him, Jia Rudao exhaled lightly, took the lead in getting out of the car, looked at the young general, and bowed his head: "Dare to ask, but Marshal Zhangdu of the Great Mongolia?" ”

Seeing Jia Yidao so low-voiced, the surrounding Mongolian soldiers burst into laughter no matter how they rode on foot. These southern barbarians also have today!

However, as soon as Zhang Hongfan raised his hand, the laughter stopped abruptly. Looking at the two people in plain clothes and white robes in front of him, with a smile on their faces, Zhang Hongfan said lightly: "It's Zhang Hongfan, presumably this is Jia Xianggong." ”

Jia Rudao nodded, and Ruan Sicong behind him had already stepped forward, holding the Great Song Dynasty family register, jade seal and other items symbolizing imperial power in his hand, and sent them to Zhao Yu.

With trembling hands, Zhao Yu knelt on the ground and knocked deeply at Zhang Hongfan.

The laughter around was even worse, and Zhao Yu seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him, looked up at Zhang Hongfan, and stammered and didn't know what to say.

At this moment, black smoke rose in the city, and a forbidden sergeant ran over in panic: "Official, Xianggong, the big thing is not good, Ye Yingwu has entered the city!" ”

Ye Yingwu?! Zhao Yu and Jia Yidao subconsciously glanced at each other.

Ye Yingwu?! Zhang Hongfan's face sank suddenly.

In an instant, outside the entire tide gate, the laughter dissipated, and the hearts of all the Mongolian riders subconsciously trembled.

Even if Zhao Yu knelt in front of them, even if Lin'an opened the city gates, even if victory was ahead, they still couldn't hide their fear of Ye Yingwu.

The prestige of this battle shocked the present and the ancient, and no one in the world knew the king!

The 150,000 Mongolian army has never fought Ye Yingwu, and now there are only 10,000 people on the field, how can they be defeated! (To be continued.) )