It fell right in front of the emperor.

The emperor was taken aback. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, covered Liu Guifei's mouth, and covered her screams.

"Father, it's too late for the son's rescue." Zhao Yuanjing knelt on the ground and saluted.

The emperor still maintained the action of covering Liu Guifei's mouth, and looked at him blankly.

Liu Guifei opened her eyes and glared at him.

"The emperor, the emperor ......," she said vaguely.

The emperor hurriedly let go of her, stepped forward, stared at Zhao Yuanjing with his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, are you a human or a ghost?" ”

Zhao Yuanjing smiled: "Father, you see, there is a shadow of the son-in-law." ”

The emperor subconsciously bowed his head towards him, and the shadow imprinted by the candle flame was obvious.

His eyes were hot all at once.

He held his son's arm tightly and almost cried: "Yuan Jing, are you really alive?" ”

"Erchen is still alive."

"What the hell is going on?" Liu Guifei didn't understand.

The emperor said: "Don't you understand, it was the two traitors of King Cheng and King Lu who deceived me!" They deceived me and said that Yuan Jing was gone. Thinking that I would hand over the jade seal in this way, it was so hateful! ”

Liu Guifei said: "Has the prince been outside?" ”

"That's right." Zhao Yuanjing said, "I went out to investigate the case at the behest of my father, and I didn't know that something happened in the palace until the morning. Only then did he hurry back, but who knew that King Cheng's people had already occupied the palace. ”

The emperor's face was filled with resentment.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Now it seems that King Cheng has been planning for many years before he has such a thunderous momentum, so that his father was unprepared and he succeeded. ”

"This wolf ambition, I should have abolished him if I knew it!" The emperor scolded resentfully.

Liu Guifei said: "Prince, do you have a way to save us out?" ”

Zhao Yuanjing shook his head: "The outside is full of King Cheng's people, there are more than 20,000 soldiers in the palace, and more than 10,000 brocade guards." There were still 70,000 or 80,000 soldiers and horses outside the city. I only have 20,000 or 30,000 people under my hands, and besides, there are so many hostages in the palace, I really can't break in. ”

"What are your plans?" The emperor asked.

So far, the only person he can rely on is this son.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Before I entered the palace, I had already ordered someone to chase after Uncle Xiaohuang quickly. Luyang, which is 300 miles away from the capital, has 80,000 garrisons, as long as the little emperor uncle brings the troops back, I and the little emperor uncle should join forces with the outside, and naturally the siege of the capital can be solved. ”

When the emperor heard this, he still frowned: "Luyang is really far away from the capital. I don't know when King Qin will arrive. ”

Zhao Yuanjing said: "Erchen has also thought about it, another closer Wujin has 50,000 garrisons, but the vassal king there is ...... He also returned to King Cheng. ”

"This bastard!" The emperor's hand shook, raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the table, and slammed it to the ground.

"The emperor is angry, don't let people outside know that the prince is here." Liu Guifei hurriedly comforted him.

The emperor's eyes were blood-red.

After all, it's not that he is too arrogant, thinking that those vassal kings and courtiers are all subservient to him, but he doesn't know how they collude in private.

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at the broken teacup and said calmly: "Father, Luyang's 80,000 troops are our last hope. Now we can only hope for that. ”

"What if King Qin can't bring 80,000 troops?"

"Then, Erchen can only lead 20,000 troops and fight with King Cheng's 100,000 army." Zhao Yuanjing said word by word, "Even if there is only the last soldier left, Erchen will never give in." "A hundred plating, the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.

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