The vermilion gate opened, one door, two scenes inside and outside.

Outside the door are the 3,000 soldiers of Xiao Ziliang and Wang Rong, with a majestic momentum and a firelight.

Inside the gate was the already old Emperor Qi Wu, standing in the empty city gate with the support of Xiao Lian. Behind Emperor Qi Wu is the Jinluan Palace, which is the Weiyang Palace, and the pinnacle of power.

There are no thousands of troops behind him, only He Jingying, Xiao Zhaoye, Xiao Chen, and Fan Guifei.

But his eyebrows were full of murderous intent, and across the city walls, through the city gates, it also made the people opposite him feel a chill in the night. In the eyes of the people opposite, the wind behind him has become a battlefield drum, and the golden tile roof of the Jinluan Palace is like a golden iron horse.

Emperor Qi Wu can make 3,000 soldiers and horses retreat with the power of one person.

Xiao Ziliang trembled slightly, and his palms were sweaty.

Wang Rong attached himself to Xiao Ziliang's ear, lowered his voice and said: "The matter of the prince has come to this, we must not retreat." There are only 2,000 Yulin troops in the palace, and there are Shen Wenji outside the city. As long as we lead our troops into the city, when the sun rises tomorrow morning, it will be the time for you to reach the top. ”

Xiao Ziliang has been afraid of the emperor since he was a child, but now under the pressure of the emperor, he only feels that he can't breathe. He said with difficulty: "Yuan Chang, maybe you don't need to do this, don't you still prepare the Qin Heavenly Prison?" Let's ask Chen Cheng to prepare, as long as he presents himself to the emperor, maybe ......"

Wang Rong hurriedly said: "Lord Wang, the words of the Qin Heavenly Eunuch were originally prepared to block the mouths of the Youyou, where is it to say to the emperor?" Now can the emperor still listen to what you and I tell him, and the monthly income is too small? If we don't do it now, we'll just die without a place to be buried! ”

Xiao Ziliang was even more panicked: "Yuan Chang, it may not be so, your Wang family is the pillar of my Great Qi, and the emperor may not dare to touch the Wang family." All we need is the position of Prince. The emperor is unharmed now, Xiao Fa has not killed the king, even if we bring troops in now, it will not be justified, even if it is ...... Even if it is done, it will be spurned by the world. ”

Seeing that Xiao Ziliang had the intention of retreating, Wang Rong was anxious, and his hands were bruised because of forcibly suppressing his emotions, but he was never able to say a heavy word to Xiao Ziliang: "Yunying, as long as we enter the palace now, the soldiers outside the city can't come in, our three thousand soldiers will fight against two thousand Yulin, and when it dawns tomorrow, what will happen here is up to the people who survive!" ”

Xiao Ziliang trembled: "You...... Do you want the king to kill his father with his own hands? ”

Wang Rong was angry: "When we handed over Hehuan San to Mrs. Mei, didn't we already do what we should have done?" Yunying, you believe me, we have a seventy percent chance of winning at this time, not to mention that the emperor is already terminally ill, I don't know why the emperor can stand here now, but he will definitely not be able to support it for long. Yunying, this is our last chance! ”

Xiao Ziliang still hesitated, this was his father who he had always admired. He recalled that when he was a child, he was still in the previous dynasty, and he and the former prince Xiao Changmao and the imperial relatives of the previous dynasty were all studying in Taixue. Their Xiao clan can fight well, and the Taizu discipline is very strict, and the princes of the previous dynasty who were ridiculous all day long are naturally different from the clouds.

Taifu cherishes talents, and among the students in Taixue, they always prefer Xiao Changmao and him. Emperor Xiao Zhen of Qiwu is also the same, his son is smarter than the prince, so he naturally has a light on his face. It's just that both Taifu and Xiao Zhen subconsciously compared Xiao Changmao and Xiao Ziliang together.

Xiao Changmao has been smart since he was a child, but Xiao Ziliang feels that he is not bad. Xiao Changmao can memorize poems, he can also memorize. Xiao Changmao's handwriting is beautiful, so he practices day and night, and he writes better than him.

But there is only one thing he can't compare to Xiao Changmao, Xiao Ziliang has been weak since he was a child, he was a medicine jar when he was a child, he has never been able to compare with Xiao Changmao in riding and shooting, he can't follow Xiao Changmao to the front line like Xiao Changmao. So compared to him, Xiao Zhen has always preferred Xiao Changmao.

But he thinks he has a tough heart, and the slightest difference does not frustrate him. The bowls of medicine were so bitter that they were disgusting, but the little Xiao Ziliang didn't even frown, and poured a large bowl of medicine into his throat every day. When he was older and less prone to illness, he practiced martial arts harder than others, and finally he could catch up with Xiao Changmao's speed on horseback, and he could shoot a fire fox during autumn hunting.

He has worked hard for many years just to get Xiao Zhen's praise. He got it, and Xiao Zhen also praised him, but he didn't get as much as Xiao Changmao. Xiao Changmao can enter Xiao Chen's study and conspire with Xiao Zhen for a great cause. He was full of money but could only be locked out of the study, and his blood was blown cold in the cold wind.

He was unwilling, he invited himself to go to South Xuzhou and entered the court step by step. In his life, Southern Xuzhou was rich and stable, and the Song Emperor of the previous dynasty gave him countless gold, silver and jewelry as rewards, but he didn't look at it, he just wanted to get his father's appreciation. But Xiao Zhen just praised him lightly, closed the door of the study again, and discussed important matters with Xiao Changmao. He was like a clown, an outsider outside the study.

In the end, the former dynasty did not show benevolence and lost the hearts of the people in the world, and his grandfather Xiao Daocheng and Xiao Zhen started an incident in Guangling. It's like a spark falling into a haystack, and in just a moment it scorches the fields. He finally had the opportunity to stand by his father's side like Xiao Changmao and stand on the battlefield to make contributions. He guarded the city and risked his life to rescue Xiao Zhen from the chaos.

Later, the world was peaceful, and Xiao Dao was established, and Daqi was succeeded by his eldest son.

His dreams were shattered, like a child who had made countless efforts to earn a candy from his father to eat and an appreciation. He made all his efforts, only to find that his father had never thought of leaving him a piece of candy, and had never wanted to look at him more.

After all, it is difficult to settle down, and after all, it is unwilling.

Xiao Ziliang looked up, through the city gate, and saw the father he admired for a lifetime, with disgust, warning, and killing intent in his eyes. He was like a child who had done something wrong, who did not have the courage to take another step closer, and could only look timidly at his father.

"Yun Ying!"

A scolding that lowered his voice finally pulled Xiao Ziliang's detached soul back a little.

"Yun Ying! Can't hesitate any longer! Once it will be successful, ten thousand bones will wither, and that location will be made up of a mountain of blood sea corpses! ”

Wang Rong and Xiao Ziliang have known each other for more than ten years, and Wang Rong saw his hesitation in his eyes. We can't wait any longer, and if we wait any longer, we will never recover. Wang Rong couldn't care about what Xiao Ziliang thought at this moment. Xiao Ziliang didn't speak, he could only help Xiao Ziliang speak.

Wang Ronglang said: "Your Majesty, the ministers petition for the people, and ask the emperor to be virtuous." ”

The emperor looked at Wang Rong obscurely, and there was mockery in his eyes.

Fan Guifei stood beside the emperor and said angrily: "Lord Wang, my eldest Qi ancestor has set up the eldest son as the prince, how can I let you put your beak?" ”

Wang Rong didn't argue with Fan Guifei, but only repeated it again: "Your Majesty, the ministers petition for the people, please ask the emperor to be virtuous!" ”

Wang Rong just used this clumsy and superficial way to give himself confidence and wake up the people around him before he moved the army.

He Jingying stood behind the emperor, her palms were slightly sweaty, why didn't He Yin come yet? If they wait until they start, what are their chances of winning?

Xiao Zhaoye also had the same thoughts, and his eyes became more and more gloomy, as if he had been quenched with poison. But he had no sword in his hand, and no amount of poison could penetrate the enemy's chest.

It seems that Wang Rong's clumsy rhetoric finally woke up the people around him, and it seems that the word "virtuous" has pierced people's hearts.

Xiao Ziliang slowly raised his head in the dark night, and his voice was hoarse: "Father, the emperor, the sons and daughters petition for the people, and ask the emperor to be virtuous." ”

The emperor sighed almost inaudibly, his eyes closed slightly, and when he opened them again, he was like a falcon. Xiao Zhen's voice was hoarse and deep: "Yanfu, bring my horse here." ”

Two thousand soldiers and horses quickly assembled behind the emperor.

The old horse that fought with the emperor on the battlefield was led out by Xiao Chen. The emperor stroked the horse's nose and said calmly: "See you again." ”

Xiao Zhen never thought that this old horse would have a day to go to the battlefield with him, even if this battlefield was only outside Zhengyang Gate, the enemy was still his son.

Xiao Zhen's eyes are a little lonely, half a life, dying of old age, and finally today.

The emperor rode on the horse with the support of Xiao Lian, and he was no longer as chic as a teenager, but he had the majesty of a person in a high position. The emperor rode on the horse and lowered his head and looked at Xiao Lian gently: "Monk, this place is not suitable for you, you can stand aside." ”

Xiao Ziliang is like a fish in the throat, the emperor, his father, the father he admires all his life, wants to fight him outside the Zhengyang Gate.

Xiao Zhen's eyes are full of determination, the imperial power is inviolable, he will never back down, no matter who the enemy is, even if it is his own son, he must not let him give in!

Xiao Zhen's eyes were slightly downcast, looking directly at Xiao Ziliang, the war horse slowly moved forward, and the two thousand feather forest army followed behind him, the heavy footsteps made a neat muffled sound in the Zhengyang Gate, and the armor made a sharp sound.

Xiao Zhaoye rode on a horse and followed behind Xiao Zhen. In front is the battlefield, and behind is the Golden Luang Palace. He was protected by the emperor behind him, and suddenly felt very ironic.

In his previous life, the position he should have been in was where Xiao Ziliang stood outside Zhengyang Gate. He even failed so much that he didn't even arrive at Zhengyangmen. He is far inferior to Xiao Ziliang. Xiao Ziliang at least stood here.

In his previous life, he and Xiao Changmao had been plotting for a long time, but in the end, they ended up with blood splattered on the rocks. He didn't do anything in his life, but he was able to ascend to the position of prince.

He suddenly felt ridiculous, very ironic, the agency had calculated and missed Qingqing's life, it was him in the previous life, and Xiao Ziliang in this life.

But he can have a chance to do it again, but Xiao Ziliang may not have it. The heavens are on his side. His gaze swept lightly over Xiao Lian, this person who can predict the future generations, standing on his side, doesn't this just show that he is the son of destiny?

A smile was on his face as usual cold and indifferent. He seemed to have seen Xiao Ziliang fall to the ground outside Zhengyang Gate in the next second. He felt happy, he felt at ease. In this confrontation, either you die or I live. Will the ending of Xiao Lian who was usurped by Xiao Ziliang change today?

The emperor stopped in front of Xiao Ziliang.

Xiao Zhaoye also held the reins, waited for the emperor's fate, and convicted Xiao Ziliang.

I only heard the emperor look at Xiao Ziliang and said hoarsely: "Yunying, retire the army, I don't know about today's affairs." ”

Xiao Zhaoye was stunned for a moment, the emperor didn't plan to take Xiao Ziliang's life? It's already such a confrontation, where is there room for maneuver?

Xiao Ziliang was also a little apprehensive, is there a way out?

"Yun Ying! No refund! Wang Rong shouted in a low voice.

The emperor's unangry and arrogant eyes swept over Wang Rong's body, and he looked at Xiao Ziliang lightly: "Yun Ying, if you do this, where is the greatest?" Do you have half the responsibility? How do you be worthy of the word 'virtuous'? ”

After saying this, Xiao Ziliang's face turned white, and he was unwilling to raise his head: "Father, I can't deserve the word 'virtuous', can he be?!" Xiao Ziliang pointed at Xiao Zhaoye: "What did he do?" ”

The emperor was silent. Xiao Ziliang's influence in the DPRK and the people's influence indeed surpassed Xiao Zhaoye's.

The corners of Xiao Ziliang's eyes moistened: "Father, why don't you want to look at me?!" ”

The emperor's gaze softened when he looked at Xiao Ziliang again, with a touch of regret: "Yunying, you are very good, you can see what you do as a father." ”

You're good.

You can see it.

Is this the appreciation you've always wanted?

But there was no way back for him.

Wang Rong hurriedly said: "Yunying, no! ”

Do not be weak or retreat.

The emperor didn't take Wang Rong in his eyes at all: "Yunying, retreat, you are the pillar of the country, do something useful for Daqi." ”

Xiao Ziliang didn't answer, turned his head to look at Wang Rong, his eyes were slightly red, and his face was flustered.

Wang Rong saw that Xiao Ziliang's trembling lips were clearly about to spit out the word "retreat", and he was horrified, grinding his back molars and secretly pulling Xiao Ziliang's sleeve, and spit out a few words from his crushed silver teeth: "Yunying, we still have a chance to win." ”

Wang Rong was extremely disappointed, the person who had been loyal to him for half his life was so useless. What's more, why is there no more "allegiance" between the two of them? Wang Rong felt bitter in his heart, but he had no way out now.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Wang Rong's eyes: "If you don't fight, you die!" ”

Wang Rong put his hand on the sword at his waist, as long as he pulled out the sword at his waist, it was a declaration of war! The three thousand soldiers behind him could only fight with him. On the road of forcing the palace to kill the king, the only way to go is to the end. Not only him, but also the 3,000 soldiers behind him, no one wants to be reduced to a prisoner. In the face of a felony, he would rather fight hard.

Xiao Ziliang stretched out his hand and pressed Wang Rong's hand that was about to take the sword: "Yuan Chang, perhaps...... Maybe ......"

"No maybe!!"

Xiao Ziliang became a coward under the emperor's authority, but he Wang Rong was not. He wants to be a marquis and a prime minister. He has been working hard for Xiao Ziliang for many years, and he can't see his hard work in vain.

Xiao Ziliang's hands trembled, and he was in a complicated mood. On the one hand, there was pressure from his father, and on the other hand, he was persecuted by Wang Rong. His heart wavered, and the balance slowly tilted towards Wang Rong's side. After all, in the dark days, even if he was snubbed by the world, Wang Rong was by his side.

Wang Rong was the first and only one to tell him that he was more suitable for the throne than Xiao Changmao.

A "good" word is about to come out of Xiao Ziliang's mouth. Behind the three thousand soldiers, there was a frightened shout: "Yun Ying! ”

Xiao Ziliang turned around suddenly, and saw his wife Yuan Jinying stumbling over at the end of the road, followed by his twelve-year-old son.

(End of chapter)