Prince Zhe listened to the sound of the fighting outside the palace, and was shocked, and was about to go out to take a look, when he saw his generals rushing in covered in blood: "Lord, there are rebels." ”

Prince Zhe's brows jumped, he was a rebel himself, could there be anyone among his people who dared to judge himself.

Zhao Yizheng, who had been forbearing, smiled on his lips at this time, touched the wrench on his hand, and said lightly: "Uncle Huang, as the so-called praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches behind, don't you know the truth of this by living for decades longer than your nephew?" ”

Zhao Yizheng is a cautious person, even if he and Prince Zhe have teamed up to plan the seizure of the palace for so many years, he will definitely not fully believe him, because he has made sufficient preparations, besides, he has no intention of letting Prince Zhe continue to live.

Before Prince Zhe had time to settle accounts with Zhao Yizheng, the general covered in blood said: "Lord Wang, those people outside are Xiliang soldiers." ”

It's actually Xiliang Bing? At this time, even Prince Zhe couldn't help but burst into foul language, looking at Zhao Yizheng, he felt more and more that this person couldn't stay, and actually smuggled in the Xiliang soldiers when his soldiers mixed into Kyoto. At this time, Prince Zhe regretted it very much, he really underestimated this waste person, and he was so scheming.

This will be Zhao Yizheng's turn to be proud, he raised his chin slightly, glanced at the soldiers in the room, and said contemptuously: "If you surrender at this time, this king will leave you a dog's life." His expression was cold, and his body exuded a murderous aura: "Otherwise, follow your master and go to hell as soon as possible." ”

Those soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, they can't make decisions in a moment, everyone is in a mess, and they don't have a good eye on the few princes who are tied up.

King Qi sneered, this time he knew not to speak, he wished that these people would eat dogs, and it would be best to bite and lose both.

When Prince Zhe was young, he licked a lot of people's blood with a knife, and he didn't pay attention to threats like Zhao Yizheng at all. Not to mention, it's not yet the last moment, and no one can say that whoever wins will lose.

His big calloused hand pressed on the saber at his waist, but he was thinking in his heart, he was sure that he would kill Zhao Yizheng now.

Zhao Yizheng looked at Prince Zhe's expression, and he also had a bottom in his heart, as the so-called capture the thief first captures the king, at this time, as long as he is arrested or killed, then what will those who serve him fight, and the masters above are dead, even if they win, what can they do?

What's more, at this time, the Imperial Forest Army who was originally in the house had already ordered Prince Zhe's people to be killed, and Xiliang's reinforcements had not rushed in yet, so this was the best time to kill him.

Prince Zhe also thought so, he not only thought so, but also did so, quickly pulled out the saber on his waist, and stretched out his hand to take Zhao Yizheng's life.

He just wanted to make a quick decision and kill Zhao Yi, lest there be more moths in the long night.

Although Zhao Yizheng's feet were crippled, he was not really a crippled person, he squinted at Prince Zhe's knife and pulled it out, quickly pushed the wheels of the special wheelchair, and took a few steps back before turning again.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhao Yiheng standing not far away, Zhao Yizheng had a plan in his heart, pressed the switch on the armrest of the wheelchair, and saw three short arrows swishing towards Prince Zhe.

Prince Zhe blocked it with a big knife, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more obvious: "Just because you are a waste, do you still want to beat this king?" ”

Zhao Yizheng didn't speak, snorted coldly, and turned the wheel again, this time Prince Zhe was even faster than Fang Cai, seeing that the big knife was about to be inserted into Zhao Yizheng's heart.

said that it was too late, Zhao Yizheng stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Yiyi, who was in a serious deficit, to him, and blocked the knife for him, and the big knife was inserted into the body and made a tearing sound. Zhao Yiyi didn't expect that even if he died, the last person to take his life would be Zhao Yizheng, he turned his face sideways and stared at Zhao Yizheng with wide eyes, there was disbelief in his eyes.

But Zhao Yizheng didn't take his life in his eyes at all, even if he died in front of him, he didn't ask him to take a second look. Taking advantage of Prince Zhe's efforts to kill Zhao Yiyi, he quickly pulled out a short sword from his wheelchair, and swung it at Prince Zhe's neck between raising his hand.

Prince Zhe, who realized it later, knew that he had been fooled, so he couldn't avoid the green dagger for a while, which only left a bloody wound on his neck. Before everyone could even see what was going on, they saw that Prince Zhe had fallen to the ground and lost his breath, and his face was black and purple in a short time.

The short knife was highly poisonous, and when it saw blood, it sealed its throat.

The soldiers who followed Prince Zhe saw their master die in front of him like this, and they suddenly lost their backbone.

At this time, the sound of fighting outside had dissipated, and Xiliang's generals led Xiliang soldiers to rush in, and those soldiers of Prince Zhe really couldn't even hold their weapons this time.

Zhao Yizheng smiled evilly, took the bloody short sword in front of his eyes and blew the blood on his head, turned his head sideways to look at the people in the hall who were still alive, and said coldly: "Kill, don't leave a single one." ”

Those Xiliang soldiers all deserved a "yes", grabbed the weapons in their hands and walked inside.

King Qi couldn't help it anymore when he looked at this formation: ", Lao Tzu hasn't even given birth to a son yet, can he really die like this?" ”

The Ten Princes had already cried, and two lines of clear tears hung on their cheeks that were still bloodstained, looking very pitiful.

King Yan bit his lip tightly, and closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate.

King Jing's hands tied behind his back were clenched into fists, feeling that none of this was real.

However, Zhao Yiheng looked at Xiliang people expressionlessly, although he was not afraid, he was also so nervous that his palms were sweating.

The few generals led by him killed the rest of Prince Zhe's soldiers in three or two clicks, without the slightest hesitation, and they attacked ruthlessly and quickly.

When it was Zhao Yiheng's turn to be a few brothers, Zhao Yizheng was still smiling, looking at them without blinking, at first he thought that he could spare these younger brothers a life, but after the incident of Prince Zhe, he was not willing to raise another Prince Zhe, so these people must die.

Originally, looking at the Xiliang soldiers who were getting closer and closer, those brothers were really desperate, and they really thought that they would die today, but who would have thought that the long knives of those soldiers did not kill them, but instead cut the rope that bound them.

Zhao Yizheng watched this scene, and the bad thoughts flashed in his heart, and he shouted angrily: "On the contrary, didn't you hear the words of this king?" ”

The Xiliang general who was the leader smiled, the fresh scar on his face looked very hideous, but he raised the big knife and pointed at Zhao Yizheng, and all the Xiliang soldiers turned around and aimed their weapons at him.

Zhao Yizheng was so angry that his blood was surging, and he said straightly: "It's the opposite."

No one in the room answered his words, but there was a sound of neat steps outside the house, and he went straight into the house.

Zhao Yizheng didn't look up, but he thought in his heart that today he either fell into a trap, or Ina betrayed him, his hand buckled on the handle of the wheelchair, and the sawdust on his head was buckled into slag.

The "Father" The tenth prince who was untied from the rope screamed, tears flowed down, and the pain on his body could not be cared about, so he went straight to the door and crashed into the person who was the leader.

The brothers in the house looked at the door together, and saw a bearded man wearing golden armor and a Shangfang sword at his waist, standing there with a solemn expression, even if the Ten Princes rushed into his arms, he only reached out and touched his head.

Except for Zhao Yiheng, the brothers were not surprised, their eyes widened in disbelief, except for Zhao Yizheng, the others all saw Emperor Jiawen's breath with their own eyes, and Zhao Yizheng, together with those younger brothers, also saw Emperor Jiawen just asked Prince Zhe to go down to the corpse with a knife and divide the family, and now the head is still on the jade floor in the hall.

Although the Emperor Jiawen standing in front of him is much older than the original, and the person is also a lot thinner, but looking at the momentum, he is definitely a real person, since the person in front of him is Emperor Jiawen, then the one who died must be a stand-in.

Several princes are not stupid in the royal family, and after a period of shock, they all reacted, they were played by their father.

Zhao Yizheng even trembled and pointed at Emperor Jiawen in front of him, but he opened his mouth but didn't say a word for a long time.

Emperor Jiawen pushed away the ten princes who were crying sadly, and took two steps forward in heavy armor, and the soldiers surrounding Zhao Yizheng all made a way, allowing Emperor Jiawen to go straight to Zhao Yizheng.

At this time, Zhao Yizheng shouted sneeringly: "Father"

Emperor Jiawen has really been sick for a long time, and his body is not good, but now he exudes the domineering aura that a king should have, and snorted coldly at Zhao Yizheng: "What a good son of mine." Without waiting for Zhao Yizheng to speak, he looked at the body of Prince Zhe who fell to the ground: "He is also my good imperial brother." ”

Zhao Yizheng was flustered in his heart, looking at this posture today, he would definitely not survive, but he was obviously only one step away from the high throne, so how could he be willing to miss it like this.

He looked up at the cold color in Emperor Jiawen's eyes, and suddenly there was a ruthless look on his face, anyway, he was all dead, why didn't he fight, maybe there was still a chance.

Thinking of this, he had a somewhat aggrieved look on his face, and called out again: "Father"

But he held the mechanism on the armrest of the wheelchair in his hand, and only heard a "click", and a short arrow rushed out of the mechanism with a "whoosh".

"Father, be careful"

Emperor Jiawen saw Zhao Yizheng's hand clasped on the mechanism, but before he could react, Zhao Yiheng threw himself to the ground, and the three short arrows were hammered into several guards behind him at once.

At this time, those soldiers who were originally holding weapons reflexively inserted weapons into Zhao Yizheng's body from all sides.

"Hehehehehe" Zhao Yizheng let out a strange laugh, spitting blood in his mouth, but looking at Zhao Yiheng with a pair of eyes: "Hehe, hehe"