If all this is not suppressed, then a great chaos will break out in Chang'an, and in this day when the Southern Wu army is overwhelmed, the chaos will be fatal.

The spring rain became denser and denser, and the crowd became more and more chaotic, Jing Zhaoyin's people and the people from the Criminal Department began to arrest people on a large scale, and the palace guards began to wield butcher knives, and blood appeared.

In the midst of this messy spring rain, an oil-paper umbrella appeared.

A handsome young man with a long figure appeared at the top of the crowd with a smile, looking at those scenes without any panic or other expression.

……

……

Sitting in the chariot, Xue Zhao felt that his heart was becoming more and more uneasy, and his eyelids jumped violently, as if something not so good would happen.

He hadn't been here for a long time, but he had been in the palace for a long, long time.

There was no one around, because their majesty, the new emperor Li Zenan, had already left.

Xue Zhao knew that the secret guards were hidden in all directions, and they were even paying attention to themselves, but those people would not appear, and he would always feel very empty in his heart.

His people all retreated when he was talking to Li Zenan just now, so people who can't move their lower bodies will look particularly helpless here.

But fortunately, he is Xue Zhao, General Yulin, the first person of the younger generation in the Northern Tang Dynasty, and he will not really feel helpless.

So he thought, he should go, he wanted to go to Changliu Palace to stop something, he thought he knew some Li Xiyun, and also knew some Li Zenan, Li Xiyun may not be so easy to compromise, and Li Zenan will do a lot of incredible things.

He closed his eyes, and his voice was neither loud nor small.

"Let my people in, I'm leaving."

He said.

"General, where are you going?"

Secretly, a voice asked.

"Am I under house arrest too?" A sneer hung over his face.

"Oh, no, no, no, it's just that I think Your Majesty might mind that."

"So what if I mind you guys now?" Xue Zhao asked rhetorically.

Secretly silent.

After a long time, the people from the Xue Mansion were finally let in, and those people looked at Xue Zhao's face, but they understood everything and didn't ask anything, so they raised their chariots and walked.

The palace was so big, he suddenly felt a little anxious, and felt as if he couldn't get out.

He wanted to go out of this gate of the Imperial City, enter the Changliu Palace through another gate, he had been in and out of the palace many times, and he knew that although the journey would not be shorter, it would definitely be much less troublesome.

When he went out of the city gate, he suddenly saw the orange dress, and he was stunned.

It turned out that she had been waiting here for a long time, with two oil-paper umbrellas.

Xue Zhao raised his head and found that the sky had become gloomy.

……

……

The rain has been falling, dripping, the sound is not loud, drenching on people's bodies, cold and silky.

However, people sometimes have a delusion because of their own experience.

Everyone felt that the rain was beating on them, and then it was cold.

After the girl shouted the news that Her Royal Highness had killed herself, no one had time to ask anything more, and no one would defend anything.

The palace guards had iron discipline, and they didn't feel the need to explain to those people, as for the officials of the Jingzhao Yin Mansion and the officers and soldiers of the Criminal Department, they just got the news and came to arrest people in a hurry, but they were completely confused.

They all thought that Li Xiyun was dead, although Li Xiyun was unconscious and didn't know if she could survive, but if someone shouted out, maybe it would be able to give people a little hope, but no one thought of this, and even if they did, they were disrupted by the chaos.

It's a good one.

If you let the people of Nanwu know, I don't know what kind of laughter will become.

Indeed, the joy of many is based on the suffering of others.

The rain dripped on the oil-paper umbrella with a slight sound.

The handsome-faced young man stood on the walls of the imperial city, looked down, smiled and shook his head.

"It's a bunch of brainless people." He thought so.

"Maybe it's not necessary." He spoke.

Unlike his heart, this sentence, he said, although it seems that he did not shout hoarsely in the midst of the commotion, but the voice is still very loud.

Or maybe he has a very powerful aura.

There was a slight pause, very brief, before continuing.

But he didn't seem to care at all, without the slightest annoyance, and continued:

"Maybe you haven't figured out some facts, Her Royal Highness is fine, and you are fighting here for life and death, which is not what she wants to see."

The chaos of the scene was slowed down a little, because there was hope in people's hearts, and what he said was exactly what they wanted, so why not listen to what he had to say?

"Yuan Sanwen, you, the dog of the various provinces, are now going to bewitch Your Majesty again, how can Your Majesty reuse a villain like you!?"

In the distance, an angry voice came from a scholar.

It was a young man who used to be very good with Yuan Sanwen, they used to enjoy flowers, snow, and beauties together, and they were at ease, but they didn't expect that in the end, they were not only strangers, but also incompatible.

"I'm a villain, but you're an adult?" Yuan Sanwen smiled, not looking at all angry because of the other party's verbal attack.

In the Northern Tang Dynasty, now, the one who hates Yuan Sanwen the most is undoubtedly a scholar, and they all think that the other party is the scum in their group, and they have given them the greatest smear.

Other people may have seen some of his faces, but they are not deeply aware of his shameless nature, only slightly doubting his character, and only staying in the realm of doubt, and not going further.

After all, male gods are not so easy to be subverted, and he still has so many female fans.

"I, Yuan Sanwen, don't care what you say about me, it's just that what I want to say is that the current Northern Tang Dynasty is in a very dangerous moment, and Her Royal Highness the Princess doesn't have any big deals, and you are here to be alarmist, but it's a very stupid act." Yuan Sanwen stood at the head of the city, and his figure was a little hazy between the rain, so he had a little immortality.

Undoubtedly, whether he can be judged by good or evil, as long as he appears, it will be enough to stabilize the situation.

"So what do you think is smart, you are the smartest? Scold! ”

The figure of the scholar surnamed Lei is still conspicuous in the crowd, and his reputation is now very high.

"Yuan Dacai, you say, we all listen to you, but you can't deceive us, on top of the matter of Her Royal Highness the Princess, we will definitely not just forget it casually!"

(End of chapter)