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Chapter 615: His Father Comes Again

On the eighth day of the third lunar month, there was no wind, no rain, no snow, no hail, nothing, and even the clouds in the sky were only a few sparse flowers. There has never been a dark sky, and then a big star dragged a long tail flame and fell somewhere unknown in the world. What's more, there was nothing that was originally clear in the sky, but suddenly there was a thunderclap, and countless divine punishment-like lightning slashed down mortals, and I don't know how many cattle, sheep, chickens and horses were scattered.

Without these, naturally there would not be a Taoist master somewhere in the mountains and wilderness, watching the big star fall to the ground, pinching his fingers, and then his face changed greatly, muttering that the will of heaven is so unfathomable that the great misfortune of the Tang Dynasty is so unfathomable.

This seems to be an ordinary day, if Li Shimin, the second prince of Qin, the second prince of the Tang Dynasty, had not chosen to raise troops to rebel and enter Chang'an City on this day, a day like today would even make the historian feel bored and really have nothing to write about. But it was such a day when there were no dark clouds, no thunder, no big stars falling to the ground, no sun and moon and no light, and this happened when everyone would not feel that there would be no more shocking thing than King Qin's rebellion today.

All this came too abruptly, too simply, too ruthlessly.

It came too late, it's incredible.

If Li Shimin, the king of Qin, hadn't been forcibly pulled around by Fang Xuanling with dozens of armor soldiers to take the night jade lion and go out of the door, he would have laughed just a few more minutes, and if he wanted to, he could even laugh until he vomited blood, but he left, and after Fang Xuanling begged for no result, he was forced out of the gate of the West Inner Garden by a group of armor soldiers.

It seemed that he felt something, and at the moment when he left the city gate, Li Shimin subconsciously looked back at the Xuanwu Gate, which had been smeared red by blood, and seemed to see a large beautiful red flower falling from the Xuanwu Gate. That red flower was too big, too beautiful and too ruthless, and I don't know how many people's eyes were taken away when it fell.

After Li Shimin left, he realized what he had missed.

The prince is dead!

His Royal Highness, the first prince of the Tang Empire, died so easily and simply on the gate tower of Xuanwu Gate, with half of the red sleeves left on his neck, and the red line on his neck had long since collapsed into a blood waterfall, it seems that the blood of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is no different from the blood of ordinary people, red, viscous, and kept gushing out from the break on his neck, one by one, and there was gas in and out of the throat, so the blood blisters were blown out one by one.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who had fallen on the city wall, twitched, and before he died, he tried his best to turn his head to look at the place where the figure of the ruthless woman had disappeared, and what he thought in his heart was not that he was going to die, but why did she do this? I remembered that after the knife in the sleeve of the woman in red was as thin as a cicada's wing, she had whispered something in her ear. Li Jiancheng, whose mind had long been chaotic, spent the last time of his life thinking about what she said, so that his eyes before he died were full of regret and unwillingness.

Before he died, he was confused, and he really forgot what the woman was talking about.

It was then that a chubby face came to his sight, and then a white and thick finger that had only been caught in the boogers probed at the side of his nose, and it was this finger and a whiter and thicker thumb that pulled his eyelids up, and the fat face like a round cake came up to his eyes and looked at it, and then the fat man shouted in the most horrible and crazy voice he could ever make.

"The prince is dead!"

Is the crown prince dead?

Li Jiancheng, who still had a little consciousness, actually wanted to laugh, and said that the prince was dead? I am the crown prince, how can I die?

The blood stained his pale yellow prince's garment a grayish-brown color, which looked like rust. And the world that Li Jiancheng sees in his eyes now is gray, and there is nothing but gray.

At this time, most of the rebels have been blocked in the West Inner Garden by the 36,000 forbidden troops led by Pei Lin and Li Xiaogong, just when Li Jiancheng was unwilling to die but did not close his eyes, the Xuanwu Gate was opened, and countless elite soldiers of Hedong County were killed from the Taiji Palace, and the rain of arrows shrouded the rebels like dark clouds, and the long lances like a dense forest were advancing in unison, and the rebels in front of the dense forest fell down layer by layer like wheat that was put down by a sickle.

Li Shimin escaped, but most of his soldiers did not escape. The forbidden army and the elite soldiers of Hedong County ruthlessly harvested the lives of the rebels, killing people while cheering and morale like a rainbow. They didn't know that the prince of the Tang Dynasty had quietly died on the wall of Xuanwu Gate, and the cheers after completing the siege drowned out the shouts of Wanyulou, which could definitely be described as tragic. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was dead, but the soldiers under the city were thundering with joy.

Dugu Yirou loves to wear red long skirts, even in early spring, it is still cold, and people are reluctant to wear thick cotton clothes, but she just likes to wear such thin long skirts. The sleeves of this red dress are extremely wide and fluttering, and it really looks like a red flowing cloud, and the knife as thin as a cicada's wing in the flowing cloud can only be called a red sleeve knife.

When she finally stopped hesitating and slashed Li Jiancheng's throat, her loyal deputy could also say that the servant Heishi was just surprised, and then gritted his teeth and rushed over to block her, and said a word to Dugu Yirou in an unusually gentle tone.

"Miss, don't look back, the black stone is blocking them for you."

Then Dugu Yirou jumped directly from the wall of Xuanwu Gate, and really didn't look back.

She didn't look back because she didn't dare to look.

Blackstone's martial arts are superb, but how can he stop the countless elite armorers on the city walls? How can you stop Wang Bochao and Xia Fengchun, the two killing gods? He frantically swung his sword and killed a dozen archers who reacted to open their bows, and then half of his shoulder was removed by a huge saber. He protected Xia Fengchun with one arm, looked back at the outside of the city, and shouted frantically in a hoarse voice: "Miss, don't look back, the black stone will help you block!" ”

Enraged, Xia Fengchun lifted it up and slammed it at his feet, and then split Heishi's head in half with a single sword. The black scarf that covered his face fell, revealing a face full of potholes. He was ugly, and Miss also said he was ugly, so he covered his face in a black scarf all the time because he didn't want to upset Miss.

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Dugu Yirou jumped down from the city wall, threw out the Liuyun flying sleeve in her left hand in mid-air and hooked the battlements, her body paused in mid-air, and the long sleeves broke, her body continued to fall, and then her eyes flashed a trace of determination, and she stretched out her hands to try to grab something on the city wall, but although the speed of the fall was blocked by the sleeve, she still couldn't pick the crack in the wall. The two white and beautiful palms soon grinded into a blur of flesh and blood, and her body fell to the ground fiercely.

But she didn't die, not even hurt too badly.

There were too many dead bodies under the walls, and corpses more than one person tall piled up to save her. She rolled down the pile of corpses in a state of embarrassment, a cut in her arm by a broken knife. A deep pit was poked in her forehead by a cluster of feathered arrows, and blood soon smeared her not pretty, but delicate face.

Dugu Yirou wiped away the bloodstains that fascinated her eyes, and when she looked up, she happened to see a fat and huge goshawk swooping down from the city wall.

Yes, it's too fat.

Her eyes immediately changed, and her face was moved for the first time. She really didn't expect that disgusting and obscene fat man to have such good light skills, and then thought that since he could be the commander of the Xuanwu Guard, how could he really be a fat man who was faint and timid like a mouse when he saw blood?

So she immediately got up, took off her red clothes without the slightest hesitation, grabbed a leather armor at random, and disappeared quickly into the crowd.

Wan Yulou was extremely arrogant, and he could even be said to be extremely domineering and jumped down from the city wall, his feet ran extremely fast like a rapidly rotating windmill, and he actually ran down the city wall directly in an incredible posture and in an incredible way, so it can be called a pervert because of this violation of people's normal cognition. A fat man with 260 pounds can have such a shocking light work?!

Watching the graceful but embarrassed figure disappear into the crowd, Wan Yulou picked the corners of his mouth and smiled very happily.

Lao Tzu has to make a show of chasing you, why do you have to run like a female rabbit with a spring? Although I said that sooner or later I would you so domineering, but if you run out of strength, Lao Tzu will chase you, even if you want to think about the day, where will you still have the strength to move your waist. After all, a woman like you still has to use the excitement of tearing, but I didn't expect you to tear your own clothes in order to survive.

Since you still did this big thing after all, and you didn't have to send Lao Tzu to death to do it yourself, even if you don't you, it's enough to make people feel happy. Li Jiancheng is dead, and the happiness in Lao Tzu's heart is far greater than the joy of trembling.

Wan Yulou thought to himself that Lao Tzu went to great lengths to get close to Li Jiancheng's side just for today, you have done great things for Lao Tzu, so you don't need me to die if you die, what a happy thing this is. Although it's a pity that your good figure makes people drool to death, it's better for you to die than for me to die. But speaking of which, Lao Tzu also wanted to jump off the city wall after killing someone. But Lao Tzu can fly, will you? Will you?

He's proud, really proud.

The city was cheering, and the walls were wailing.

There is only a little gap, and people are happy and sad.

Wan Yulou squeezed into the crowd and couldn't see that bit of red, so he immediately turned around and rushed back to the Xuanwu Gate city wall against the flow of people. At this time, the people on the city walls were really stupid. The prince's body lay on the ground, the blood had been drained, and everyone's faces were extremely pale with fright, and they were silent.

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In the bun shop not far from Wuyan Nunnery, four or five guys sat around a fire with their slightly shabby boss and roasted their hands. The fire in the stove was about to go out, and the guys clearly didn't think it was time to roast their hands. Although it was still cold at the beginning of March, after all, this is a bun shop, and it is much warmer than outside, isn't it?

"Shopkeeper, why do you want to roast your hands?"

A guy asked.

The white-faced shopkeeper like Cao Cao was a middle-aged man, and he looked at the questioning guy like an idiot and explained impatiently: "Because the fire is about to go out." ”

A few guys looked at each other, and their hearts said what kind of answer is this? Even if the fire is going out, do you have to bake it? In the cold winter, when your hands and feet are frozen, the fire is so strong, why don't you be kind, let us roast our hands?

"It's getting warmer."

The shopkeeper looked at the residual fire in the stove and said with some emotion: "Since it is already warm, there is naturally no need for the stove to burn again, burn this last bit of charcoal and put away the stove without it." Since there is still a little fire, it naturally can't be wasted, so while the fire can still be roasted, roast it for a while, this is called the greatest possible use of resources, do you understand? ”

He smiled smugly: "This is said by the lord, so it must be very reasonable." ”

At the mention of the word lord, the guys were obviously excited, and one of them couldn't hide his curiosity and asked in a low voice: "Stall, how can you rest assured that you let that ugly fat man take Hongfu away, she is the lord's relative, in case of some accidents, we can't get out of the relationship." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, and said slightly angrily: "What do you want me to ask him to take people away, if the lord doesn't nod, who would dare?" But you are very right when you say that guy is a disgusting ugly fat man, obviously you are a tasteful eye, very good, and you will be paid 20% more this month. ”

"Yes, yes!"

The guy clapped his hands happily, and suddenly was stunned for a moment and asked, "Shopkeeper, we are all receiving money, when did you pay us?" ”

The shopkeeper laughed, got up and said, "Go ahead, let that disgusting fat man take Hongfu away that day because he needs this opportunity to gain the trust of the prince, if he can't even do this, how can the prince really rest assured and boldly take him with him." If he couldn't stand by the prince's side, how could he stab the prince? ”

Thinking that the fat man was going to do such a thrilling thing as killing the prince of the Tang Dynasty, several guys suddenly felt that the image of the fat man became taller.

At this time, the curtain of the door was opened, and a fat man walked in and shouted unscrupulously: "What about your shopkeeper, his father is here again!" ”