An Hou Ye, his maternal grandfather.

That man has been in power in the court for many years, and he must understand what is more important at the moment, even if he is captured as a hostage, An Houye will never have compassion.

This is very good, there are five brothers and concubines here, and Marquis An can enter the palace and support the fifth brother as the emperor.

In this way, what they are doing today is not in vain.

There is also the Liang Kingdom, more than 10,000 troops sent by Jiang Taishi are coming from Dongqi Mountain, and they will definitely be able to seize the throne......

"An Hou Ye! Lord Anhou! Emperor Yan laughed angrily: "What a loyal and patriotic Marquis An, and a great prince with both virtues." ”

After laughing, there was only sadness left.

Emperor Yan leaned back, fell on the pillow behind him, and muddy tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes: "Do you think I will let the country of Yan fall into the hands of you and other rebellious ministers and thieves?" Do you still pay attention to Yan Mushan? What a joke, a big joke. ”

Emperor Yan wept silently, and Yan Beichen, who was holding Yan Zheng, seemed to have not seen it, and his solemn eyes were only on the person in front of him.

I have to say that Yan Zheng's courage in breaking the kettle is surprising, if someone hadn't arranged everything in secret, no one knows what the situation would be today.

It's just a little bit ......

Emperor Yan wiped his tears and said slowly: "I'm afraid your fifth brother won't be able to help you." ”

"Why do you need his help, Hou Ye An will arrange everything, he just needs to sit and wait for the throne."

"But he can't, even if you hold the throne in front of him, he won't be able to sit down."

Hearing this, Yan Zheng finally felt that something was wrong, he almost stared at the angry Yan Huang viciously, gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you do to the fifth brother?" ”

"I'm just that, so he never has a chance to betray me again." As if he couldn't see Yan Zheng's increasingly ugly face, Emperor Yan said calmly: "Not only your fifth brother, but also your mother and concubine, none of them can help you." ”

Hearing this, Yan Zheng's eyes widened, his body subconsciously leaned forward, the sharp blade instantly cut through his neck, and blood flowed down the blade.

"What did you do to them?!"

Because Emperor Yan hadn't said that he wanted this son's life, Yan Beichen didn't dare to make a decision without permission, his brows furrowed slightly, and he moved the knife to the side.

Seeing Yan Zheng's excited appearance, Emperor Yan said cruelly: "They are all dead, they all died because of you, their bodies were burned into charcoal, and now they are being stored in the ice cellar, waiting for you to see them for the last time." ”

It was cruel and vicious.

Even if he personally ordered someone to take their lives, Emperor Yan didn't feel the slightest guilt at this time.

Above the imperial power, everything is inferior.

He was even a little glad that he had made a decision before, otherwise the throne would really fall into the hands of traitors.

Looking at the world, there is no royal bloodline of Yan Kingdom that can become the puppet of Anhou.

"Are you crazy?" Yan Zheng was stunned and said: "One of them is your pillow person for many years, and the other is your own son, you can even do it?!" ”

Emperor Yan sneered at each other: "I am still your father, I gave birth to you, raised you and educated you, if you don't say the opposite, you will do the opposite?" ”

In this way, family affection is not important in their eyes.

Under the huge shock, Yan Zheng knelt on the ground and muttered: "I am really your son, I want to kill my father, and you kill my wife and son." ”

Neither is a good thing.

Emperor Yan raised his hand, stroked it from his thin face, and sighed: "I originally planned to wait for you to return to Beijing after the Qishan Rebellion in Pingdong, and then I named you the crown prince, and from then on you can sit on the throne smoothly, but you are impatient and can't wait." ”

If he goes astray and can't turn back, no one can save him.

Knowing that his mother and younger brother were dead, Yan Zheng went crazy in an instant, and he couldn't hear what Yan Huang was saying at all, and the whole person seemed to be empty.

If it weren't for the fact that his hands and feet were wasted, he would have pounced on it and tore off a layer of skin on Emperor Yan's body.

How can this be?

How innocent are the mother and brother?

"Kill me."

After interrupting Emperor Yan's words, Yan Zheng said firmly: "Kill me, otherwise as long as I have one breath left, I will definitely find a way to kill you." ”

Emperor Yan's hand trembled unconsciously, as if he had finally made a decision in his eyes, and turned his head ruthlessly: "Kill him, kill him!" ”

No one had ever dared to threaten him like this.

Want to kill him?

With such a strong killing intent in front of him, he must not let it go again.

Almost at the moment when Emperor Yan's words fell, the sword in Yan Beichen's hand moved at will, easily cutting through Yan Zheng's throat.

The blazing blood rushed out, and Yan Zheng's scarred body fell to the ground in an instant, twitching on the ground, and a strange 'grunt' sound came out of his throat.

After ten breaths, the sound is completely silenced.

Seeing this, Yan Beichen knelt down on one knee beside him, arched his hands and lowered his eyes: "It's too late for the son's son to save the driver, and I hope that my father will surrender." ”

"Get up." Emperor Yan coughed violently a few times, and a tired voice overflowed from his lips: "Since you can save the driver, you are meritorious and innocent." ”

"Thank you, Father." Yan Beichen stood up, holding the hilt of the sword firmly in one hand, and stood quietly beside him.

For this son, Emperor Yan thought he knew a lot.

Because he grew up in a temple since he was a child, he is peaceful and merciful by nature, and if there is anyone in the royal family who has the cleanest hands, it must be him.

"The entire palace is surrounded by Marquis An's people, how did you get in?"

Hearing this, Yan Beichen replied: "Back to my father's words, there is a secret passage leading to the outside of the palace at the cold palace, and the sons and daughters enter through the secret passage. ”

As for why there is a secret passage in the Cold Palace, and why Yan Beichen knows that there is a secret passage in the Cold Palace, these two questions, Emperor Yan finally failed to ask.

Emperor Yan was a little stunned.

Time has passed too long, and many memories have become a blur in his mind, but he can still barely remember that Yan Beichen's mother died in the cold palace.

I still remember that it was a palace concubine who made a big mistake.

"You are different from your mother."

When the words fell, no one answered in the hall.

Yan Beichen looked at his nose and nose as if he hadn't heard it, and stood beside him coldly, without saying a word.

After a long time, Emperor Yan finally pulled back his thoughts from his memories: "How many people did you bring in?" ”

"Not much, just about two dozen people."

Being able to sneak into more than 20 people under the nose of An Hou Ye is already a blessing in misfortune.

What's more, although there are not many people he brought, they are not comparable to those wine bags and rice bags in the palace.

However, it is precisely because the number of people is too small that he will lead people to hide in the shadows, and wait until the rebels and palace attendants are exhausted, and then appear to harvest.

In this way, there will not be much resistance.

Emperor Yan's eyes were red, and hot tears swirled in them, stubbornly refusing to fall.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"How's it going out there now?"

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, there was An Hou sitting outside, leading an army of more than 30,000, which was enough to control the imperial city in his hands.

What else?

I'm afraid there will already be blood all over the ground.

Yan Beichen replied: "Erchen still doesn't know the situation outside, but before Erchen came in, Marquis An had already launched an attack on the palace. ”

"The three thousand patrol soldiers sent by my father to his sons are fighting with him outside."

"The dark part raised by the major families has also joined it."

But that's the case, the gap is still too big.

5,000 Praetorian Guards, 3,000 patrol troops, plus less than 1,000 family shadows, there are only 9,000 people.

Nine thousand against thirty thousand......

Emperor Yan closed his eyes, and his heart was full of despair.

"I'm afraid, our father and son are going to die in the palace."

"The matter is undecided, and the father doesn't have to be like this." Yan Beichen pursed his lips and said: "Before entering the palace again, Erchen has sent someone to deliver the news to the nearest continent, if it can last for three or five days, reinforcements will definitely arrive." ”

As early as after receiving the news, the first thing he did when he returned to Cheng'an, he sent someone to take over the Cheng'an city gate, although the price paid was quite large, but the result was gratifying.

As long as the city gate and the palace gate are guarded, the remnant of the group will not be able to advance or retreat.

Hearing Yan Beichen say this, a surge of hope suddenly surged in the heart of Emperor Yan, who had already given up struggling.

After thinking about it, he called to the chief eunuch who was kneeling in the corner and had not spoken from beginning to end: "Go to the side hall and take a look, and if the people are not finished, bring them to me." ”

The chief eunuch replied in a low voice and left.

Only the father and son were left in the main hall.

An eerie silence permeated the two.

Emperor Yan didn't like such silence, and just as he was about to say something, suddenly there was a sound of beads colliding in his ears.

He lifted his eyelids and quietly glanced ahead, but swallowed back the words to his lips.

Yan Beichen is chanting.

With his blood-stained hand, he unhurriedly plucked the string of Buddhist beads, and strange Buddhist sayings overflowed from his mouth.

Emperor Yan frowned and listened for a while, and heard that it was actually a curse.

He is giving Yan Zheng a superordinate.

After the sound of the beads colliding stopped, and Emperor Yan calmed down, he said lightly: "He is not worth it." ”

"Erchen is just doing what Erchen should do." Yan Beichen did not retreat.

He is not only Yan Zheng alone, but also many victims who died in the palace.

Emperor Yan said again: "Your heart is too soft. ”

"But when killing the emperor's brother, the son's hand was not soft." Yan Beichen didn't argue, his voice became softer and softer: "This is also what Erchen should do." ”

When the words landed, Emperor Yan didn't say anything more, he closed his eyes, as if he was calming his mind.

After a while, panicked footsteps sounded from outside the temple.

Soon after, the frightened courtiers knelt down in front of Emperor Yan's bed, and old tears flowed.

Stained with blood one after another, looking at Emperor Yan who looked depressed on the bed, his voice was slightly choked: "Fortunately, Your Majesty is fine, otherwise it would be difficult for the ministers to take responsibility for their deaths." ”

As early as when the rebels entered the palace, he wanted to come to protect His Majesty, but before he came, more than a dozen rebels broke into the side hall and blocked his way.

As a last resort, he could only pick up the long sword he had snatched from the rebel army and fight with it.

Seeing this, Emperor Yan knew his difficulties, reached out and patted him on the shoulder to show comfort, and sighed a lot: "Get up, I'm fine." ”