"Success or failure...... It's still early. ”

An Dinghou gently retraced the direction in which his fingers had moved, and his eyes gradually revealed a bit of unconcealable rebelliousness and pride.

An hour later, the eight-hundred-mile rush of letters arrived around the royal city.

The soldiers at the head of the group abandoned their horses, whose limbs were convulsing and could no longer stand up, and rushed to the gate of the Xuanjia Camp outside the city with their last breath, feeling the letter on their chests, their lips were dry and bloody, and they couldn't say a word.

An hour and a half later, Mr. Zhang was immersed in the public case when he suddenly heard a noisy sound.

Chen Junshan didn't even have time to take off the Xuan Armor, so he rushed into Jingshan Hall in a hot sweat after training, and the cold iron armor rubbed bright sparks on the bluestone floor, "My lord! ”

Lord Zhang was no less frightened than Chen Duwei, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, and he simply ran the fastest speed in his life and delivered the crumpled letter to the hand of the emperor.

And halfway through, he never forgot to tell Captain Chen, telling him to remove the iron armor first, and then go to the Zhennan Wangfu to invite their generals over.

Duwei Chen hesitated for a moment, "But the general has explained before that Xuanjia's personal soldiers are not allowed to break into the palace without permission on weekdays. ”

Military orders are like mountains, and he can't help but obey.

Master Zhang was about to cry, and resisted the impulse to burst into tears,

"My captain! When is this coming, what do you care about those shabby rules, go ahead! If you don't go, you delay the business, I'm afraid your general will take off your head! ”

Chen Duwei immediately complied without saying a word.

He wasn't afraid of being picked off by the general, but he was afraid of delaying his business.

And his steps were very fast, and not long after Lord Zhang arrived at the palace, there was already news from the other end that His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan had requested an audience.

Between the government and the opposition, this news from outside the mountains and rivers was like a boulder smashing into a dead pool of water, setting off a stormy wave in an instant.

The case of Zhao Dekang, the county commander of Yongxian County, was settled for two days, and at this juncture, there was such a revolt of displaced people.

But the news came suddenly, and no one could say what the specific situation was, and above the court, the few people who were always talkative on weekdays were silent at the moment, huddled in the corner and pretended to be dead without saying a word.

As the saying goes, good things come in pairs, but bad things don't go alone.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty had bitter hatred on their faces, and no one said anything, but in their hearts, they each had some thoughts that were difficult to wait for the elegant hall.

For example, about the young Son of Heaven and His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, the two brothers of the Song family don't know if they have created any sins in their previous lives, and they will suffer this disaster in this life.

Since the fight has been related to this country, the bad news has not been broken, and the good news is not a luxury, and no bad news is the biggest good news.

Today, the crumpled and almost unsightly letter seems to have become a lonely star, cutting through the peace and stability that has barely been maintained for several years, and suddenly descending on the palace, rubbing out red flames and sparks jumping everywhere.

And that's just the beginning.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan had just stepped into the gate of Shenwu with his front feet, and he heard the bad news that came with his head and face.

The displaced people of more than 20 cities in the southwest launched a vigorous rebellion almost at the same time, as if they had discussed it.

No matter where they come from, they are all colluding with each other as never before.

Starting from the demolition of the porridge shed for disaster relief, it gradually developed to go to the local disaster relief department to forcibly seize it.

Food, money, and coarse but durable clothing.

The inn was blown up, the horses were robbed, and the messengers were intercepted halfway.

After reporting to his general, Captain Chen received the order, quickly whipped back to the Xuanjia battalion, dispatched dozens of elite soldiers to act as messengers, and explained the general's words word for word.

Although the information sent was one after another, many fragments were still lost in the middle, and when they were pieced together, I suddenly looked at it, and some of the preambles did not match the afterword, and the donkey's lips did not match the taste of the horse's mouth.

And where did the missing information go, and where did the person who sent the information go, everyone didn't know, but their hearts were like mirrors, and the back of their necks gradually became cold.

The young emperor, who has always been as gentle as a spring breeze and rain in the face of courtiers or subordinates, did not say a word, supported half of his forehead with one hand, and a pair of warm eyes were hidden behind the crown of the twelve Yu, and his expression was as heavy as water.

It stands to reason that this is not the first rebellion he has encountered in his life, nor is it the most powerful rebellion, and it is normal to recognize people without being very panicked, but now his reaction has caused some courtiers to panic.

Seeing that the information was urgent for eight hundred miles one after another, the emperor didn't say a word, and the hands that could hold the power of life and death were even lazily drooping on their knees, looking like they were going to move.

If only he could say something.

Or it's not him, it's anyone, as long as you can say something.

But no.

As soon as the minister of civil and military affairs heard the news, he ran into the palace non-stop, walking and crawling, not to watch His Majesty perform a mime, but they looked at each other for a long time, and in the end, no one dared to take the initiative to speak.

Speak?

At this time, if it is not useful, who dares to speak first?

Their emperor's temper is better, but the emperor is the emperor after all, no matter whether his temper is good or bad, soft or hard, he is not a person who can let them pinch and rub the round.

If there is anything that does not match his mind, moving his head is a matter of his mouth.

The courtiers each had a ghost in their hearts, and they copied their hands in anxiety, eager to fold their bodies in half and land their heads on the ground, so that the emperor could not see them at all and could not remember them.

There was silence for a moment, and then there was another thunderous explosion in my ears.

"Newspaper—"

All the heads in the hall turned to the door with this sound, and in an instant they were all nailed to the little soldier who had hurried into the door.

The creep was in a hurry when he crossed the threshold, and almost fell to the ground one by one.

He stumbled, and the hearts of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces also stumbled, and the flesh and blood blurred in his chest.