"Shaft! Shaft! ”

"Now that the old minister's net worth and life are all in the hands of the eldest prince, it is really heaven that wants to kill me, and heaven wants to kill me."

"Shall we just sit in this hall and die? Rather than this, it is better to fight him desperately. ”

"Even if I can't leave my name in history, I will spill my blood in the palace and sue Yan Zheng in front of Lord Yama."

"If this continues, who among us will be able to save their lives, and who of our family members and relatives will survive?"

"What the hell is going to happen now?"

Lots of abuse and complaints.

A lot of panic.

There were many doubts all over the world, but no one could stand up and answer them.

Everyone was waiting for the one on the dragon chair to make a decision.

They knew very well that although the current Praetorian Guards could temporarily keep the Imperial City safe, it was only temporary, and it could not last long.

What's more, if Yan Zheng made up his mind to break through the imperial city at any cost, then those Praetorian Guards would inevitably be inferior to the tens of thousands of troops hovering outside the imperial city.

They stayed here as if they were waiting to die.

He was not afraid of death one after another, but he didn't want a prince with a heart like Yan Zheng to ascend the throne.

So, he gave the chief eunuch beside Emperor Yan a look, who understood the deep meaning in his eyes, and also knew that the situation was very urgent now, and there was no room for delay.

With the audacity, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed Yan Huang, who was sitting on the dragon chair for a long time and did not react.

As soon as he pushed, Emperor Yan blinked, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and let out a long sigh of relief.

After a long time, only a faintly majestic voice sounded in the main hall: "How many people did Yan Zheng bring?" ”

"About 30,000 or more." The Praetorian Guards who came to report respectfully said: "The number of people is still gradually increasing, standing on the imperial city and looking down, as far as the eye can see, there are densely packed with well-equipped troops. ”

Hearing this, Emperor Yan's heart ached, and the pain made him confused, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his chest.

An army of more than 30,000?

A gradual increase in the number of people?

No matter what the sentence is, it is like a heavy stab in his heart.

How much he believes in Yan Zheng.

Even if he knows that he has bad intentions, he is willing to give him another chance.

All this because this is the heir he chose.

Yan Zheng betrayed his trust, the trust of hundreds of civil and military officials, and thousands of people.

Yan Zheng led the army to break through Cheng'an in such a grand manner, and became a thief in the eyes of the world, for the dragon chair he owned.

The royal family has no affection.

And so it was.

When he learned that the army besieging the imperial city was actually more than 10,000 people, Lu Yue muttered in disbelief: "How can it be 30,000? Where did Yan Zheng transfer his troops? Didn't His Majesty give a talisman that could only command 20,000 black cavalry troops? ”

How sensational.

If there are really so many people, when does Yan Zheng have to start arranging?

When did he have the heart to plot the dynasty and usurp the throne?

Countless questions hovered in Emperor Yan's heart, and they were also the questions that the remaining courtiers were puzzled about.

They never thought that His Royal Highness, a noble prince, would do such a stupid thing at this juncture.

Besieging the imperial city with the intention of usurping the throne, what a crime it must be!

After hearing Lu Yue's whispered words, it triggered a frenzy of discussion in the court.

Almost instantly, the DPRK and China were filled with all kinds of rhetoric, and even at such a juncture, it could not stop you from digging out the truth.

In the end, everyone unanimously came to the conclusion -

For everything today, Yan Zheng has been planning for a long time.

The usurpation of the throne is not an impulse, but the result of careful consideration.

Listening to the discussion below, Emperor Yan's face became more and more pale, and finally it was like a blank piece of paper.

Seeing this, he hurriedly interrupted the surrounding discussions, and asked Emperor Yan, "Your Majesty, what should we do now?" ”

A sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart, Emperor Yan pursed his lips, and a cold light flooded his eyes: "The nearest station to Cheng'an, how long will it take to come to help?" ”

"The news can't get out at all." The Praetorian Guards were full of helplessness: "The eldest prince has long controlled the entire city, Cheng'an is allowed to enter but not to leave, and no one can spread the message for help." ”

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if someone can really successfully bring out the distress message, by the time the nearest garrison sends reinforcements, I am afraid that Yan Zheng will already be in charge of Cheng'an.

By that time, it would be too late to say anything.

"Yes, it's really good, a good son I taught with my own hands!" Emperor Yan laughed angrily, a stream of blood welled up in his eyes, and he looked vicious, eager to run out immediately and fight with that evil son.

He has been on the throne for many years, when has he ever been in such a situation as he is today?

The current scene can no longer be described by lifting a stone and shooting yourself in the foot, more ...... It may be a catastrophe.

There is no one to stop Yan Zheng.

Half of the officials who defected were enough for Yan Zheng to break through the imperial city and establish himself as emperor.

Emperor Yan used all his strength to stand up, and was about to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood of the half day was sprinkled, reflecting the horror on the faces of the remaining officials.

Emperor Yan fell under the dragon chair, and ran up in three steps and two steps one after another, and the chief eunuch was also frightened, and his sharp voice shouted: "Imperial Doctor!" Go and get the doctor! ”

For a while, Emperor Yan was surrounded by a dense crowd.

He opened his eyes to look at the beams above his head, and the dazzling gold pierced his eyes.

He couldn't hear any sounds around him, and vaguely seemed to be able to see the doctors in the Tai Hospital gathering here to treat him.

Yan Huang didn't feel any pain, but he could clearly perceive that all his senses were gradually moving away from him......

His time was running out.

There is only a dead end in front of us.

Whether he wanted to go or not, a hand would suddenly appear behind his back, ignoring his weak resistance and pushing him down that path.

Faced with the threat of death, Emperor Yan struggled.

He can die, but not immediately.

He still has one more important thing to do.

……

Half an hour later, looking at Emperor Yan, who was slowly opening his eyes on the dragon bed, he wept with joy one after another, wet his eyes, and turned around and whispered to the officials kneeling in the outer room of the dragon bed: "Your Majesty is awake." ”

Just four words, but it gave everyone a reassurance.

"I'm not dead yet?"

A hoarse and weak voice came from the dragon bed, kneeling on the side of the foot one after another, and choked up: "Your Majesty, you are awake." ”

Emperor Yan rolled his eyes with difficulty, and his eyes were shocked.

He woke up?

He clearly remembered the feeling of powerlessness, as if it was about to swallow his whole being.

Emperor Yan moved his neck, his eyes fixed on the strange and quite familiar faces that should not appear here.

After he completely regained consciousness, Shi Xia calmly took off the silver needle from Emperor Yan's hair and put it in the special needle box: "Since Your Majesty has woken up, the slave will leave first." ”

Seeing that she stood up and was about to leave, she forgot the identities of the two one after another, subconsciously blocked Shi Xia's way, and begged: "I hope that the little lady has been staying here, Your Majesty ...... him"

The rest of the words are unspeakable.

But everyone understands what he wants to say.

Shi Xia ignored his request, held the needle box in his arms, calmly walked to the side, pursed his lips and said: "All the slaves who can do have been done, Emperor Yan's physical condition should understand that the oil has run out, and the lamp has dried up, so you can't ask for it." ”

"As His Highness said, do your best and obey the destiny of heaven."

After saying that, Shi Xia turned around and left calmly in the silence of the room.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth one after another, and Emperor Yan lowered his eyes to look at him, but asked, "What's the matter?" ”

As soon as I heard this, my heart tightened one after another.

He didn't quite know how the man in front of him would behave when he knew that his life was short.

hesitated for a long time, and in the end, he chose to tell the truth one after another: "Your Majesty fainted in the palace again, and the situation is critical, it was Prince Changrong's concubine who saved your life and made you wake up." ”

Qi Changrong's concubine?

Emperor Yan remembered.

He remembered that Yan Yiheng once brought this person to massage his acupuncture points.

This person is a saint of the Jin Kingdom.

"My Body ......"

He closed his eyes one after another, held back the trembling of his fingertips, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, now you can only obey the mandate of heaven." ”

Yan Huang: "......"

What if there is a medical saint descendant in front of him?

His body was already corrupted.

Emperor Yan suppressed the chaos in his heart, he had long known what the outcome of the matter would be, and now he was not surprised or disappointed, so he only asked one after another: "What is the situation outside the imperial city?" ”

"I heard that the eldest prince is still cleaning up the remnants of the city."

The subconscious meaning of this is that Yan Zheng has completely occupied Cheng'an.

Hearing this, Emperor Yan corrected lightly: "That's not the eldest prince, but a thief who intends to usurp the throne." ”

For thieves, there is no need for etiquette.

was silent one after another, and the rest of the people looked at each other, and they didn't dare to take it suddenly.

It is known that Emperor Yan's body has reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and if he accidentally says something that should not be said, and it stimulates His Majesty again, then they will have no hope at all.

Emperor Yan's old and godless eyes rolled slightly: "Things have come to this point, and it is useless for you to kneel on the edge of the dragon bed all the time, go down first to find an empty hall to rest, and ...... With the Praetorian Guard garrisoned, it is not so easy for thieves to break through the imperial city. ”

Emperor Yan knew what they were struggling with.

At this moment, he only felt that these people were boring, what was the use of kneeling by the dragon's bed?

Instead of wasting time here, find a quiet place and think carefully about what to do next.

Hearing this, he immediately said, "The old minister is willing to stay by His Majesty's side." ”

"Go down and rest." Emperor Yan closed his eyes and said without refusal: "After a few tosses, Lu Guogong should also be tired, and after enough rest, you can come here to garrison again." ”

The words have been said to this part, and they have not refused one after another, and after relaxing, the fatigue between the eyebrows has also appeared.

Truly.

Four full hours have passed since the news of the rebellion was heard.

In these four hours, everyone's nerves were tense, for fear that the imperial city would be broken in the next moment, and they didn't dare to relax for a moment.