A shuddering sound came from all around.

On the eaves and palace walls of the Yangxin Palace, there were suddenly twenty or thirty more brocade guards dressed in flying fish suits.

Song Bozong looked at the scene in front of him, and his shock turned into anger in an instant,

“…… You are, King Gong's man! ”

"You're wrong, Elder Song Ge." Han Chong replied in a low voice, "Jinyiwei is the emperor's person, and whoever is against the emperor is against Jinyiwei." The emperor's bones are not cold in the palace of nourishing the heart, and you, as an old minister of the three dynasties, are here to disturb the court......

“…… It even endangered the life of my Great Zhou Prince. Han Chong's eyes were like practice, "The Shenji Battalion can't be ignored." ”

Camp Divine Machine.

Zhang Shouzhong's eyes shook slightly, and the word hit his heart, almost immediately hitting the spark of hope.

He immediately raised his eyes to look at the brocade guards who had suddenly appeared.

Except for a small number of brocade guards who rushed to the front, armed with traditional swords and shields, more brocade guards guarding the high places were armed with improved firearms.

- This kind of thing has been around since the Apocalypse, and it is very powerful, but it is not practical at all.

Those troops who tried to carry the fire into battle were often injured by misfires and explosions caused by various reasons before they had time to confront the enemy.

Even if you survive this step, there will always be a large number of firecrackers in the actual firefight.

As a result, it was more often just used as some kind of symbolic weight on the edge of the barracks, and was never really thrown into war on a large scale.

Zhang Shouzhong remembered that after Emperor Jianxi finished his last northern tour, he had the idea of reforming the weapons and equipment of the three armed forces, and Zhang Shouzhong also drafted a document for this.

However, after returning to Beijing, Emperor Jianxi never mentioned this matter again, and the military department had to give up.

Later, Zhang Shouzhong also vaguely heard some rumors, saying that Emperor Jianxi had granted a piece of land on the outskirts of Beijing, and a large amount of saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal flowed there every month.

At that time, he, like everyone else, felt that it was the location of another alchemy room.

I never thought about it......

"Please invite the prince, the princess, and two other adults into the palace."

With Han Chong's order, several brocade guards stepped forward to loosen Zhang Shouzhong's ties, and supported Zhang Shouzhong and Prince Gong, who were already unstable, to retreat to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Emperor Jianxi was still lying there.

Zhen looked at the emperor with a serene expression on the bed, and his heart made waves - Emperor Jianxi was too suspicious...... He was so suspicious that he never trusted anyone, not even his own personal guards, to arrange a potential force to counterbalance.

So where are the people who can counterbalance this force?

After entering the house, all the brocade guards locked all the windows in the Heart Cultivation Hall as quickly as possible, and there was a huge roar and a fire that flickered and extinguished from time to time in the courtyard.

The screams continued.

Prince Gong curled up in Zhen's arms with red eyes, he called Zhen's name one by one, and gently shook Zhen's arm with repentance and pleading, but Zhen didn't look at him once.

Zhang Shouzhong and Sun Beiji barely stood behind them.

Zhang Shouzhong stared at the paper window of the Heart Cultivation Palace, and once again shed tears.

Zhang Shouzhong didn't cover his ears like everyone else, but let the sound of gunfire make his ears hurt, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

He knew that tonight, he was probably going to shed all the tears of his life.

With the roar of artillery fire, the main entrance of the Heart Cultivation Hall was opened extremely quickly, and then quickly closed.

A figure dressed in a black cloak appeared in the temple.

Zhen obviously felt King Gong tremble in his arms.

The four of them looked at the newly appeared man in black at the same time—the Jinyi guards brought by Han Chong were obviously respectful to him, and when he slowly passed through Emperor Jianxi's corridor, the people on both sides all bowed their heads to greet him.

"Ming Gong."

"Ming Gong."

"Ming Gong ......"

That's what they call this man.

The face of the visitor is hidden under the hood, making it difficult to see the expression.

Although they knew that it would be useless, Zhang Shouzhong and Sun Beiji reluctantly moved their positions and stood in front of King Gong and the princess.

Heng Yuanjun also stopped at this time.

He took off his black hood and showed his true face for the first time in decades of captivity.

His face was thin and pale, without a bundle of hair, and his face and temperament were somewhat similar to Emperor Jianxi, but he was a little more elegant and graceful.

No one recognized him.

“…… Are you the 'Ming Gong'? Zhen whispered, she was a little vigilant, "Who are you?" ”

Sun and Zhang were a little surprised when they heard this—it seemed that this man in a black cloak and about the same age as Prince Gong knew the princess.

Heng Yuanjun stood there, looking at the princess sitting on the ground with gentle eyes.

"Sister Junping." He whispered.

Zhen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his head again and take a serious look at Heng Yuanjun's face.

King Gong obviously felt his wife's body stiffen slightly, and he tried his best to support his upper body, and he also wanted to see Heng Yuanjun's face.

Zhen looked at him for a long time, and suddenly his eyes moved slightly, as if he had finally remembered something, and with a little uncertainty and doubt, he gently read out a name.

“…… Ah Heng? ”

"Hmm." Heng Yuanjun sighed softly, as if he had infinite feelings, "It's me." ”

……

In a post station on the outskirts of Beijing, in a haystack, Bai Yi was covered in blood and gasping, and Chen Yicong was also slightly injured on the side.

Not far away was the stables of the inn, which they had taken out of the palace gate and out of the city gates, but soon after leaving the city, the pursuers caught up.

From here to Yongling, it will take about two hours to walk, and if you ride a horse, you can get there in about half an hour, and they have entered the post station in disguise, but they have not thought that the pursuers will come immediately.

Now these people are searching the guest rooms of the post station, and they have not found this place, but two officers and soldiers have already guarded the exit of the back door of the post station, and it is only a matter of time before they are discovered.

Chen Yicong looked at the torches in the hands of the officers and soldiers at the gate of the post station, racking his brains to think of a way to escape.

"Your Highness," Bai Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Yicong's wrist, "I have a ...... There's a request. ”

Chen Yicong was a little surprised, he looked at Bai Yi, "What?" ”

"In case, I mean in case, my life is here tonight, my sister, and my father......" Bai Yi held Chen Yicong's hand and slammed it hard, "Can you help me take care of it?" ”

Chen Yicong just wanted to agree, but immediately noticed the overtone in this sentence, "...... What do you want? ”

"If this continues, two people will die together." Bai Yi's voice was low, and there was also a certain determination, "Since I promised Bai Ling to send you out safely, I will do what I say."

"That's all I want," Bai Yi glanced sideways at the two gatekeepers and muttered as if talking to himself, "You can definitely do it, right?" ”

"You-"

Before Chen Yicong could refuse, Bai Yi had already jumped up from the haystack, and he climbed the low wall of the post station in front of everyone, and climbed over in two or three steps.

"People !! here"

"I ran over the wall!! Ran over the wall!! ”

After a chaotic pause, the inn fell silent.

After the haystack, Chen Yicong's forehead protruded with green tendons, his eyes were bloodshot, and after confirming that the pursuers had withdrawn, he quickly untied the reins of a group of tall horses in the dark.

After the horse neighed, it was a ride to the dust.

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