Li Zenan didn't answer his question, just raised his head and began to walk towards the steps.

General Weiyuan followed with a blank face.

Behind them, there were eight elite samurai with blood dripping from the tip of their swords to the ground.

When the butcher's knife appeared in the palatial palace, it has to be said that it was full of ridiculousness.

A eunuch finally couldn't help it, and although he looked terrified, he still rushed forward with the whisk, and spread his arms like a rooster spreading its wings.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

He screamed sharply.

In front of the gate of the Qiming Palace, there was a burst of laughter among the Northern Tang soldiers who sealed the palace gate.

The behavior of the weak to win dignity even at the cost of their lives is like a clown jumping off the beam in the eyes of the strong, which is really a bit sad.

The eunuch was making the most important decision of his life, all of him, everything, but he was laughed off, maybe the world was a joke.

Ji Ruhai closed his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes again, and he couldn't bear to look at them again.

With a scream, blood splattered half a foot high and pounced on his face, wet, sticky, and warm, his body trembled for a moment, and then quickly calmed down, and his expression calmed down.

The other eunuchs and palace maids probably didn't have such courage, but it didn't help.

Screams and screams were incessant, and without the protection of the palace guards, they were defenseless.

The Lord is worried about the humiliation of the ministers, and the Lord is humiliated by the death of the ministers.

Ji Ruhai kept his eyes closed all the time, not open, not knowing whether he didn't want to look at it or didn't dare to look at it.

With the sound of the Tang knife being sheathed, the last sound also disappeared, and it was quiet, dead and quiet.

Ji Ruhai didn't open his eyes.

But he smelled a floral scent, a wonderful floral scent.

He seems to be in a sea of flowers, the warm sun shines softly, the four fields are very quiet and peaceful, the wind slowly drifts, bringing the fragrance of flowers in the distance, and then bringing the fragrance of flowers here to other places.

He was almost immersed in that good feeling and was about to fall asleep.

But suddenly, a biting chill swept through his body, and one of his hands involuntarily left the handle of the dragon chair and reached behind his back.

There was an icy temperature on his hands.

Hold it, he holds the sword of the Son of Heaven!

He opened his eyes suddenly, roared, and unsheathed his sword toward the figure in front of him.

He doesn't know martial arts, all he does is rely on his own instincts, instinctively want to kill, kill the people in front of him!

Silver arcs flashed, and the cold light almost brightened up the surroundings for a moment.

But the burly figure in front of him snorted disdainfully and raised the knife.

Tremendous power was transmitted from the body of the sword, along the Son of Heaven Sword to his arm.

He felt like he had hit a mountain, and his arm was almost broken.

The Son of Heaven sword flew out of his hand and smashed down beside the dragon chair.

A large, pincer-like hand grabbed him by the neck.

He finally saw clearly who the person in front of him was, it was General Weiyuan of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

And Li Zenan, standing behind General Weiyuan, with a sunny smile, was looking at him.

The tremendous force in his neck almost suffocated him, and he was lifted by this majestic man with one hand, and began to struggle, and his eyes began to roll upward.

He had never had such a moment of despair and powerlessness, and he felt like he was about to die.

General Wei Yuan carried him and dragged him away from the dragon chair.

His two hands gripped the armrests of the dragon chair with all his might, for that was now all he had, and the only dignity he had.

But to no avail.

His body was lifted to the side of the steps by General Weiyuan's blood on the ground, and the other party finally let go.

He was thrown there like a dead dog, not to mention the emperor, as a loser, he was not even a human in their eyes.

He saw Li Zenan pass over his body and approach the dragon chair.

The man looked back at him, his smile still graceful.

"Get out of here, don't touch it, it's mine!"

Ji Ruhai shouted with all his might.

He was like a child who had been robbed of a rock sugar gourd, he was so angry that he wanted to tear the snatcher to pieces, but when he opened his palms, he realized that his hands were so immature.

Li Zenan slowly sat on the dragon chair, his smile warmer than the sun: "Now, it's mine." ”

Ji Ruhai's hand fell weakly.

……

……

The light-colored lotus skirt set off her slender and graceful body, and it seemed to bring a certain brilliance to the entire palace.

Her hands were chained, as were her feet, and four Northern Tang warriors wearing iron masks sealed her in front and back, one holding the other end of a chain.

She looked like a prisoner now, but her gait was still graceful and charming, as if she was stepping on a clear wave, very light and soft.

Her autumn-like phoenix eyes calmly looked at everything that was displayed in the passing place, as if nothing had happened.

Many people want to see her worldly face, but the light veil covers her face, and no one can spy on her.

None of the Northern Tang people who captured her wanted to go up and uncover her mystery, but because of their Majesty's orders, no one dared to make a mistake.

Her veil should be lifted by His Majesty, and her national color and natural fragrance should also be appreciated by His Majesty first.

Their Majesty loves flowers, so presumably this famous flower will be of great interest to His Majesty.

……

……

Half an hour ago, Guan Xianyun, one of the three beauties of Southern Wu, was waiting in the Guan family, and the entire Guan family was empty, the departed, the unreturned, and the dead, so she was the only one left.

She stood there with her back to the Northern Tang warriors who rushed in to capture her, quietly.

Originally, many people thought that it would take a lot of hands and feet to deal with her, but she didn't resist, and let them chain her limbs, but that pair of phoenix eyes were so calm that it made people frightened, it was an incomparable dignity from the Great Wu Guan family, and everyone avoided their eyes at a glance, in front of this beauty who was known as one of the three beauties of Southern Wu, they were a little ashamed of themselves, and she was very contemptuous of them, although she couldn't see this from her expression, it was a look down from the depths of her soul.

Guan Xianyun is a very special woman, she is too quiet most of the time, she hides everything under the veil, no one can uncover it, you look at her, your heart will be settled, but you will realize - there are many things hidden in her heart.

Now, she was arrested and left the Guan family, and the entire Jinling has almost become an empty city, and they walked through this empty city and came to the bloody palace.

When they settled down and saw these tragic scenes, even these Northern Tang Dynasty warriors who licked blood on the knife edge had solemn expressions and solemn moods, but Guan Xianyun was still terrifyingly quiet, not that he didn't care, but a kind of quiet that didn't move a bit.