The front of the Chengming Palace has gradually quieted down, and the entire palace is controlled by Murong Chu and the crown prince, but the situation is not optimistic.

King Jin was surrounded by many people with strong martial arts, and took advantage of the chaos to protect him and escape from the palace. Only a few generals were killed on the spot or captured. The party of the King of Jin led by Xiao Wentong gathered 5,000 horsemen and soldiers to the inner city of the capital, and prepared to counterattack the palace in the name of King Qin.

Fortunately, the crown prince and Murong Chu had already made arrangements, and a few days ago, they transferred 20,000 soldiers and horses from the suburbs of Beijing to the city in batches, and drove the rebels out of the city in less than two hours. But the situation outside the city is not much better, at this time there have been nearly 30,000 soldiers and horses gathered outside the capital, for a time inside and outside the city gate of the sound of fighting, the suburbs of Beijing military camp rely on the familiar terrain, the rebels are kept out of the city gate.

The sky is slightly bright, and the Chengming Hall has been cleaned up, except for the faint smell of blood in the air, it is completely impossible to see that many people have died here before. Qing Guifei's body has been carried away. The Seventh Emperor Zhong Hanmiao was still kneeling in front of the dragon couch, his face buried deep in his palms, and the blood stains on the placket of the robe had dried up, showing a stone color, which formed a sharp contrast with the water-colored brocade robe, which looked a little shocking.

It was the blood of Concubine Qing, and not long ago, he watched his mother die in his arms. It's not that I've never seen a murderous scene, but this time it's different. He has five imperial brothers above, a crown prince, and a young imperial brother below, and in the eyes of his father, he is an insignificant existence. The mother pinned all her hopes on the imperial brother, and had only one request for him, to assist the imperial brother in his great cause, and to make sacrifices for the imperial brother when necessary.

Mother often said that in the future, he would be a prince above ten thousand people under one person, and he would have supreme power in his hands. But he didn't want to be a prince, and he didn't want any rights. He didn't want to betray his father, even if he was always regarded as a little transparent, he didn't want to betray. He just wanted to live well, as carefree as he had ever been.

His mother died in his arms, and although he didn't blame him, he saw disappointment in his mother's eyes. Yes, just disappointment. But he didn't regret it, if he did it all over again, he would still choose to stand on his father's side.

"Your Majesty......" The emperor on the dragon couch woke up again, and Zhao Gonggong stepped forward with trembling hands to wipe off the saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Father-in-law Zhao was found in the pile of dead people in the apse, when his hands and feet were tied, and a ball of linen cloth was stuffed in his mouth. If he hadn't been a person close to the emperor, it would have been useful to keep it, I'm afraid he would have turned into a corpse like the palace people and guards around him.

The corners of the emperor's mouth did not become dry because of Zhao Gonggong's rubbing, and saliva flowed out uncontrollably, wetting the soft cloth under his chin again.

"Miao'er, get up." Although the speech was inarticulate, the Seven Princes heard it.

He raised his head from the palm of his hand and looked at the old man on the dragon couch in the twilight: "Father, ...... Emperor"

"Get up......"

The first thing the emperor did when he woke up was to summon the crown prince and several important ministers who were stranded in the palace to the Chengming Palace, and ordered Zen to be located in the prince and ascend the throne on the same day.

The matter of the Zen throne is ancient, and it is wise for the emperor to make such a decision at this time, and now that the capital is besieged, the prince is not enough to mobilize the army even if he is in prison. When he becomes the new emperor, he can preside over the overall situation. The first order given by the new emperor was to transfer the prince to lead the troops into Beijing.

Although the capital was besieged, the holy decree was sent out in the form of a secret letter for 800 miles. The soldiers and horses of the King of Jin have increased to 50,000, and according to the informant, 30,000 more are coming. And the eldest prince is in Yuncheng, which is five hundred miles away from the capital, and no matter how fast it is, it will take five days to arrive.

In the imperial study, the new emperor sat behind the dragon book case, and Murong Chu arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the secret letter has been sent, and it will be in the hands of the eldest prince tomorrow evening at the latest." ”

"From Yuncheng to Beijing, even if it is a rapid march, it will take at least three days, which means that the reinforcements will arrive at least five days later. There are only 20,000 horses in the city, can General Murong be sure to hold out until the eldest prince enters Beijing? The military department Shangshu frowned and asked. There are only more than 30,000 people in the military camp on the outskirts of Beijing, and the Jin King has besieged 50,000 people, and it will increase to 80,000 in less than two days.

The people present also looked at Murong Chu, only to see him say indifferently: "Do your best." ”

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In the courtyard of Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, Xu Dazhuang and Ruoping went out to investigate again in the morning, and came back quickly this time, because the capital was besieged, they didn't need to enter the city at all, and they heard that the capital had been in chaos last night, and the two sides were in a stalemate from the city to the outside of the city.

This news was quickly confirmed again, and at noon, Mo Li stood in the courtyard, looking at the faint wolf smoke in the direction of the capital, and couldn't help but gasp. Sure enough, there was still a fight, and I'm afraid the battle was not small. It can be seen from such a distance, and I don't know how tragic the scene will be.

After a while, everyone was in the courtyard, and everyone had a deep worry on their faces. Lu sighed: "Qi'er is really, let him go together, no." What is the use of him staying there if he can't pick it on his shoulders or carry it in his hands? ”

Murong Qi only held a small position in the Department of Economic Affairs, and it stands to reason that there was no need to stay in the capital, but he insisted on being with his father. The Lu family and the Liu family were late that day, because the Lu family had been persuading him to delay the time.

This was what Liu later told Mo Li, but it gave Mo Li a new view of Murong Qi, but he didn't expect that he was still a responsible person who looked weak. Although his stay will not play a role, it is undoubtedly a kind of spiritual support to stand with his father and younger brother without hesitation in the face of great difficulties, whether it is useful or not.

"Mother......" Liu quietly pulled Lu's sleeve and told her to stop talking.

Everyone's faces are very solemn, especially a few women, their husbands are in the dire capital, no one knows what will happen next, and it is unknown whether they can meet again in the future.

Mo Li waved his hand: "Let's go back and rest first, don't go out for anyone." ”

Back in the house, Mo Li sat by the window in a daze, her eyelids had been jumping last night, and she finally fell asleep, but she had a dream all night. In her dream, she was a fairyland-like place, surrounded by small lilac flowers, and although she couldn't say the name of the flower, it felt familiar.

The tactful sound of the flute came ethereally, and when I looked for the sound of the flute, I only saw the back of a man in a green shirt, and the sound of the flute came from him. Sometimes melodious, sometimes soothing, like the sound of nature, so intoxicating.

When Mo Li approached, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the man was about to walk.

"Who are you?" Mo Li felt that the figure was familiar, so he asked.