In the huge imperial city, panic spreads irrepressibly, and the longer it goes, the more so. The footsteps of the guards had begun to become vain, and their faces began to take on a forcible composure. Although the rebels were still firmly locked out of the red wall, the flying arrows were already everywhere in front of the main hall. The most terrifying thing about people who are under siege is not that they run out of ammunition and food, but that kind of isolation is the most terrifying. Four hours was long enough for those hopes of reinforcements to begin to fade.

Outside the Xuanning Palace, Dumb and the Yufeng Battalion were stationed here, unable to leave an inch, and the main force that was originally going to kill the rebels had become the last bottom line at the moment.

At such a noisy moment, this master was a little distracted. If you think about it carefully, your own experience can really be described as ups and downs. From a heterogeneous bookworm who only likes fairy miscellaneous notes in Hanyang City, to now standing on the cusp of the storm in a daze, it has only been half a year. I guess these senior brothers in the corridor should think so. Meng Lang Zhenren, such a ridiculous alias, it is estimated that the old man must have laughed very happily when the sect announced this. The youngest lieutenant of the Inner Palace, a name worth boasting of, it is estimated that since the founding of the Southern Yuan Dynasty, no one dares to call the second place. But what's the use of that?

Dumb wasn't stupid enough to think that this was a fortune that came out of thin air, but what could a fifteen-year-old really understand? He just liked to tease him when it mattered most, and it didn't matter if it was anyone else or himself.

And what else? It is a deep grievance, the first time in my life that I have been so wronged. His gaze has never left the direction of Cining Palace, with his current ability, he will arrive in three jumps and two verticals, but he has to guard that line in such a disciplined manner, like a thunder pool. In fact, at this moment, the emperor has the Qinglian Palace Master and the Protector Ling Feng Master by his side, as well as the seventy or eighty elite disciples of the sect here, and there is no shortage of me at all. This master frowned like this, and secretly worked hard, and others thought that he was full of ambition and that he was a young man who looked like he was old.

Huber was still methodically deploying manpower, but not long ago the four watchtowers began to run tight. The siege crossbows and ladders mobilized by the rebels from the south of the city began to work, and the casualties of the inner guards began to be frightening. When the eunuchs and maids in the palace faced the dripping blood, they were like a group of quails that had blown up their nests, losing their souls and running and howling to no avail. No, the imperial doctor in front of him just pulled out an arrow on the shoulder of the internal guard, and the little eunuch who held down the wound began to howl as if he was going back to the palace, as if the opening was on him.

With Huber's vigorous drinking, several weeping and frail chaff sifters were dragged out, so that the people present who had fallen into fear were completely silenced by greater fear.

At this moment, both sides inside and outside the imperial city have too many scruples, and the rebels have more to do now, otherwise the imperial city with nine gates will not be able to defend it just by trying to defend it.

It's not just the people who are besieged in the imperial city who are worried. Yang Lie was on the upper floor of the East City, looking at the military horses preparing to attack the city outside the city, his brows were like a lock. The scene of the southern city is much the same as here, and the Longwei sailors who came along the canal gathered more and more, and soon the siege of the city was completed. There really wasn't much time left for him, and there were only two roads. Or, while there is still a chance at the north gate, the handsome people break through and escape. Or, regardless of capturing the imperial city and capturing or killing Li Zhekai, he immediately supported his nephew King Fu to the throne.

But when he thought of the sixteen-and-a-half-year-old child, Yang Lie's heart habitually hesitated. I have been planning for so long, and I haven't started it until today, just because this chess piece is too unlucky. But now, it doesn't damn matter.

The time of hesitation was very short, and soon, those soldiers of Zuo Shangshu's meticulous family were sent to the city wall, and Yang Lie's own commanders and all the remaining men and horses resolutely rushed to the Jinshui bridgehead.

The siege was on the outside of the city, and the siege on the inside of the city continued, and the sons and daughters who swarmed up one after the other, just to cross the wall that stood in the way.

In the Cining Palace, quietly, more than a dozen palace people waited outside the warm pavilion silently taking their hearts, and in the warm pavilion, Concubine Cao and the ladies sat inside, and they were relatively speechless. This crisis seems to be imminent, but after all, there are still many palace gates. This rare moment of silence, as if no one wanted to be the first to break it, all the women in the room thoughtfully seemed to focus on the crackling sound of the charcoal stove.

In the back garden outside the warm pavilion, there is a waterway with nine bends and eighteen bends, which runs through the pavilions and pavilions of the entire courtyard, and winds like nine real dragons on the huge square bricks. It was a trickle from the Jinshui River that was brought in from the southeast of the Imperial City. Jiangnan Xuanyuan's carefully designed nullah undercurrent is like a miracle, and countless efforts are just for Bo Longyan to smile.

In the summer, the trickle of water will flow all over the cloister of the garden, bathing in rare shade, which is admirable and ingenious. When the canal is cleared, it is wide and narrow, and the twists and turns are endless, but the exit is hidden in the northeast corner of Cining Palace. There was a secret door sunk into the ground, with a heavy iron bar, each the size of a baby's arm. But now it's the depths of winter, and the thick snow and ice make people ignore it, and even more so that this is also a door, and a hidden door.

When Xing Dabao was serving in the inner prison, he stumbled upon this place because he was tracking down a nest case. At that time, he intentionally or unintentionally concealed it, and when he chatted, he unintentionally showed off to the dead soldiers of the Yang Mansion. At that time, the chief manager who was in a good mood had no idea that what was left behind was not only a tail, but also a catastrophe like a national disaster.

100 buckets of boiling water were watered in the middle of the night, and it became a passage where two people could walk side by side. Therefore, when the three hundred dead soldiers of the Yang Mansion appeared in the back garden of Cining Palace, they were the real gods who did not know it. The great battle outside the noon gate not far away was nothing but a tragic feint.

Maybe this is the trick of fate, before that, this world was new and exciting and ambiguous for Dumb. But at this moment, for these dead soldiers of the Yang Mansion, they have touched the reverse scale of Meng Lang's real fate, what kind of meeting will it eventually trigger? Everyone was in the dark at this time.

Perhaps, many years later, all Dumb can remember is that he opened the killing ring on this day. It's a pity that in this catastrophe of countless killings, in the "Gengchen Rebellion" recorded in the "General History of the Southern Yuan", a teenager's killing ring is not worth mentioning at all.

But many years later, the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect who had experienced it clearly remembered it and recorded it in the first volume of the Gengchen Year of the "Inner Disciple History": "......... On that day, Meng Lang Zhenren rushed into Cining Palace like crazy, and performed his own 'free decision', wandering in the group of Yang Rebellion's dead soldiers, like a butterfly. Launching the mastery he created 'a shameful knife', to put it mildly, how chic and elegant. In just a breath, he cut off all the 'side armor silks' of the people who were blocked. On that day, the north wind was howling, and Yang was shocked to find that his shirt slipped off his knees, and his appearance was all ashamed and indignant. On that day, Meng Lang Zhenren slashed dozens of times, but did not kill or injure a single person, and the precision of the technique made the people present both stunned and unbelievable. However, Yang was ashamed of his shame, and he raised his pants and wanted to sneak attack. At this time, Xiao Hongyu, the senior brother of Sunset Peak, and Liu Rui Zhujun of Sword Casting Peak stepped forward to block the enemy behind Meng Lang Zhenren, and were outnumbered, and finally unfortunately martyred. Seeing that his fellow disciples were slaughtered and the Seventh Princess was lost in the chaos, Meng Lang was really crazy, and scolded: "I am stupid...............! ”

On the same day, outside the three parks, in the face of the faint morning light, the fat man who had struggled all night was also experiencing the torture of killing. The white lady's tattered body hung upside down on the ridge of the roof, and her once amorous eyes were looking at him in disgrace. Let the three fat men who can't bear to look at it be unavoidable, and their bodies can't move because of despair. What kind of destruction was that, Fan Sanshao's scream was completely involuntary, and all that could be emitted from his huge body was a childlike whimper. The sadness surging in the joyful facial features can break every kind heart even more.

For a long time, as if it was a long time of accumulation and ignition, he flew up the tall fence of the Three Parks like an angry firework, and his only thought was to snatch back Grandma's body. He believed that what he could do, and the only thing he could do for his mother now, was that. As a result, killing was inevitable.

It was also many years later that the sharpshooter general who put the biggest fire in Tokyo City, that is, the originator of the demon king of the mixed world in later generations, was destined to occupy a strong page in the Gengchen Rebellion. It's a pity that this came at the cost of a broken family.

"What a lucky guy I am compared to the three fat guys". Whenever Dumb thinks of his friends and pours himself a drink, he will have such a sigh. Then there was a deep sigh for how good it would be if time had stopped at the first snow that night, and how pure and exciting the world was ............ then.