Volume 7: Chaotianzi Chapter 159 The Rainbow of the Twelfth Year of Nanqing (1)

It was raining in Kyoto in Nanqing, it was snowing in Nanjing in Northern Qi, and the light snow was drifting beautifully and slowly in the air, filling with the cold air between heaven and earth, but it still made the temperature drop to a level that human beings were very disgusted.

On the majestic city wall of Nanjing City, the general of the Nanjing Command Division, who was in charge of the southern defense line of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Uesugi Po, looked indifferently at the southwest plain. There was no snow on the plain, and he could still see the black fertile soil that was hibernating, and his eyes fell on the Nanqing military camp that had been stretching for decades through layers of wind and snow.

The banner was hunting, the camp was continuous, the endless black, silently stopped in the wind and snow, like a beast resting temporarily, ready to pounce on Nanjing City at any time!

The two major border armies of the Nanqing Yanjing Battalion and the Beida Battalion came to attack with all their might, and in these days, they successively broke through the three lines of defense laid by the Northern Qi army, and rushed straight to the north with the momentum of the prairie fire, and they did not know how many Northern Qi soldiers were killed along the way, and now they have arrived at the front of the Nanjing defense line twenty miles, and they are taking a little rest.

It seems that the bloodiest and most brutal siege war between the two great powers in the world is about to break out under the city of Nanjing. Uesugi Po couldn't help but squint his eyes, his palm gently stroked the scabbard beside him, and he couldn't help but sigh as he watched his subordinates who walked around him like ants and prepared to defend the city in the cold weather.

More than 100,000 Qing army iron cavalry has been overwhelmed, and he is under this first important town in the south of Daqi. How long can it be stopped?

Uesugi Po shook his head, and issued several military orders to his subordinate officers, then turned around and descended the city wall, and came to the front camp tent temporarily placed under the city wall.

This camp is very remote and quiet, and the outside is guarded by his own soldiers, and no one can approach it. As soon as he entered the tent, Uesugi Po looked at the man in the tent who was dressed in civilian clothes. However, it was a man who was not angry but mighty, and simply knelt down on one knee to the extreme. He said in a deep voice: "Father-in-law, it seems that Wang Zhikun was frightened by the longitudinal cutting ambush a few days ago, and he should not launch an attack on the city within three days." ”

At this time, everyone in the world thought that the military pillar of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the most feared Marshal of the Uesugi Tiger in Nanqing, should still sink his troops in the Song Guozhou City between the waist and abdomen of the Qing army, but who would have thought that when the Nanjing War was about to break out. This world's heroic general, who was single, came to the city of Nanjing unknowingly!

Uesugi Tiger's black silkworm eyebrows trembled slightly, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "Although Wang Zhikun is a little conservative in his march, he is definitely not a coward, otherwise how could Emperor Qing let him lead Yanjing's troops for more than ten years...... The harassment of these days seems to have taken advantage of our army, but in fact this person is like a turtle. You didn't lure any soldiers into it at all. ”

Uesugi Po listened to his father-in-law's buzzing voice echoing in the tent, looking at his father-in-law's eyes naturally showing a trace of admiration, his father-in-law had secretly returned to Nanjing for some time, and naturally he had to prepare for the big battle that was coming soon, if it weren't for his father-in-law secretly transporting troops like a god, with three lines of defense. Cutting vertically and horizontally, it is impossible for Nanqing Tieqi to kill the city of Nanjing until today.

"Wang Zhikun is really shameless to the extreme, it is clear that they have the advantage of troops, and their momentum is flourishing...... But he was born on the plains and put on a posture of defending the city. Thinking of this, Uesugi Po couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Don't seek merit, but seek no fault, Wang Zhikun's power is here...... Nanqing. Uesugi Tiger suddenly withdrew his gaze from the map, looked beyond the camp tent, and sighed: "There are many soldiers, and there are many generals, so I can't deceive me." ”

A trace of exhaustion suddenly appeared on the face of this famous general of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He returned to Nanjing from the city of Song Guozhou. It was because he was really worried about the defense of this place, once the Qingguo Iron Cavalry really broke through the Nanjing defense line. The middle abdomen of the Northern Qi court will directly face the fire of war from the south, and the court must be in chaos.

If the Uesugi Tiger and the others had a doppelganger plan, Nanqing Tieqi still thought that he was still staying in Song Guozhou City, but he was afraid that he was worried to the extreme, but he was secretly presiding over this line of defense in Nanjing, and there was only one Uesugi Tiger, but with this method, he could play a role beyond a Uesugi Tiger.

It's just that in the face of the more than 100,000 troops of the Qingguo army with strict discipline, excellent ordnance, and extremely strong combat effectiveness, no matter how the Uesugi Tiger uses his troops like a god, it is impossible to feel relaxed, especially this time it is not a field battle, but a frontal collision between the two major powers on the Nanjing defense line.

Uesugi Tiger is not afraid of Wang Zhikun, he knows this southern counterpart too well, so he is not afraid. During these years, he presided over the military affairs of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the South, and always focused his attention on the imperial palace in Kyoto, far south. He always thought that he understood Emperor Qing's military thoughts, and if Nanqing really wanted to carry out the Northern Expedition, according to the theory, it was necessary to gather the strength of the whole country to attack the north, at least to gather three border armies, and advance strongly with an unstoppable momentum.

However, there were only two border armies outside the city of Nanjing, and Emperor Qing's courage did not seem to be as strong as he imagined, and the Uesugi Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly, worried, and secretly wondered what the king of the south was thinking? Could it be that there was some trick that he had not seen? Can he still hold this country?

For the first confidence of the general, but in the face of the strong army of Nanqing, Uesugi Tiger did not have the confidence to win the battle, he believed that he could stop the footsteps of the opponent's Northern Expedition for a while, but how long could he stop it?

There was a kind of tiredness that occupied the heart of the Uesugi Tiger, and he suddenly thought of the secret decree sent by His Majesty a few days ago, and heard that Nanqing Fan Xian had returned from the temple, and he should be in Kyoto at this time, could it be that the fate of Daqi should be pinned on Emperor Qing's illegitimate son? Will Fan Xian kill Emperor Qing? Can he kill Emperor Qing?

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When the Uesugi Tiger was in the city of Nanjing, he was watching the camp tent of the Qing army dozens of miles away. In the wind and snow, in the camp tent of the Qing army, which stretched for more than ten miles, the commander General Wang Zhikun also looked at the big city in the distance with indifferent eyes. At that time, although there are still two lines of defense in front of the capital, it must be much easier to fight than now.

Especially when attacking Nanjing at this time, it was necessary to defend against the Shanhu on the ground in the city of Song Guozhou behind him, and although the offensive of the Qing army was stable, it lacked the heroic momentum in the opening of the border and the expansion of the territory.

"When will Shi Fei arrive?" asked Wang Zhikun. Without thinking, a partial general next to him responded directly: "The general should arrive in four days." ”

Wang Zhikun nodded with some relief. The beginning of the Northern Expedition. His Majesty had already drawn up all the strategies, although they were like the Cedar Tiger in the interior of Nanjing City in the distance. Wang Zhikun sometimes feels that His Majesty's courage this time is not as strong as back then, but his confidence in His Majesty has never weakened.

His Majesty wanted to send Shi Fei to take over the field army in Beidaying, which did not make Wang Zhikun have the slightest negative feeling, he didn't care about letting people steal the credit, let alone think that His Majesty didn't trust him, because Shi Fei was his deputy general back then.

Not to mention the Northern Expedition now. It was a war to unify the world, and no general dared to hope that he would be able to accomplish such great feats by his own strength alone.

Wang Zhikun occasionally thought that at least he was better than Ye Shuai, Ye Shuai's status was too noble now, and he could only issue orders in the Privy Council in Kyoto, but he could not personally lead the troops like himself.

How many years have you been preparing? Wang Zhikun stood at the door of the tent. Letting the snowflakes fall on his armor, he squinted his eyes, looked at the big city of Nanjing in the distance, and thought that his feet were actually standing on the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and his heart suddenly gave rise to infinite pride.

He has been stationed in Yanjing for more than ten years for His Majesty, and the land is today. The magnificent picture scroll is in front of you, how can there be regrets in life?

Suddenly, a chill flashed in Wang Zhikun's eyes, and his body trembled slightly, although it was cold, there was no problem with Qingjun's logistics support, and there was no problem with his momentum, but he had always had a very strong uneasiness in his heart. Lord Fan has returned to Kyoto, will Your Majesty be well?

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The Northern Qi Imperial Palace, built on the mountain, has a mountain stream on the mountain. The mountain stream flows along the mountain path to the bottom to form a clear pool. There is a bluestone next to the pool, and the clear water in the pool flows in the direction of the outside of the palace along a deliberately opened gap.

The Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was draped in a large coat. Inside, he was wearing a dragon robe, his eyebrows were slightly raised like a sword, and his lips were tightly pursed. He sat down beside the gap in the puddle, silent for a long time, without saying a word.

Haitang stood beside him with his back to him, his eyes followed the clear water flowing from the pool, and looked at the beautiful palace outside, the river that slowly walked in the capital in winter.

Before the incident of Dadong Mountain, Master Kuhe had a conversation with the Queen Mother in this waterhole, decided something, drifted away, and finally returned in despair, and died at the end of his life, and he was defeated in the hands of Emperor Qing.

Now the Northern Qi court is facing the threat of the powerful monarch in the south again, but this time the threat is more real and direct than the last time, and countless Qingguo iron horsemen have embarked on the road of invading the north, and I don't know when they will not kill this ancient capital and ignite this beautiful Black and Green Palace.

"I can't put all my hope in him. Emperor Beiqi's sword eyebrows were slightly flat, his face was slightly pale, and he slowly spoke: "Although I believe that there is a mutual enmity between him and Emperor Qing, Emperor Qing is his biological father after all, and I probably know more about Fan Xian's fickle and naïve feelings than many people. ”

"And the most important thing is that, according to the words of the little master, the blind master has become an idiot at all. The Emperor of Northern Qi lowered his head, looked at his face that was somewhat deformed in the water, and suddenly felt that the chill between heaven and earth had become an unprecedented burden, and he was about to lose his breath, and said with a slight sense of disappointment: "If this is the case, who can kill that king in the Nanqing Palace?"

"Everyone knows the ambition of the Qing people, and I have been preparing for it for so many years, but after the war, I found out that I still underestimated the strength of the Qing army. The Emperor of Northern Qi raised his face, and a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, "It's just a two-way border army, you can kill under the city of Nanjing, if Emperor Qing really comes to attack the whole country, it will be the Uesugi Tiger, I'm afraid it won't be able to support it for too long." ”

"If General Uesugi can't support it, what is Your Majesty going to do?" Haitang slowly turned around at this time and asked calmly.

"Pour the strength of the country and fight against it. The Emperor of Northern Qi smiled slightly, not thinking at all, "This world is my world after all, and it will be broken." It will also be shattered in my hands, and I have never had the intention of admitting defeat. ”

Haitang didn't speak again, just quietly looked outside the palace, looked south, and put his hands together gently.

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The territory controlled by Dongyi City, the junction of the Song State and the Xiaoliang State, the land blown by the sea breeze. The weather is warmer and wetter than in Kami-Kyoto and Kyoto, and the trees in the mountains still retain a rare blue color. Who could have known that after crossing the mountain beam in front of him, crossing the land of the Song Kingdom, and crossing the small state city, he would come to a land of slaughter and snow?

That land of snow is the place where Nanqing sent troops, and after the Northern Qi retreated, it was firmly defended, and countless people fought and died.

The lone army rebelled from the Nanqing Imperial Court and was silent in the world for more than a year. At this time, in the warm mountains and wilderness, his eyes looked directly at the sky, imagining the slaughtering wind and snow.

Behind him are more than 10,000 loyal subordinates, and there is a black line in the mountains and mountains, which is the 4,000 black horses that Fan Xian handed over to him, but Jing Ge leads these black horses, and he doesn't seem to listen to him very much.

If it weren't for Wang Shisanlang, who returned to Dongyi City and brought Fan Xian's handwritten military order to Jing Ge.

The eldest prince withdrew his gaze. Glancing at Wang Shisanlang beside him, there was no emotional reaction on Yingwu's face. Although the number of troops he commanded at this time was small, it was the most powerful force that Dongyi City relied on, and if he joined the battlefield between the two countries at this time, especially from the Song Guozhou City that Uesugi Tiger had captured last year, he was afraid that it would bring shocking results.

However, Fan Xian did not ask or ask him to do so. Fan Xian just gave all his strength to his eldest brother, and then through Wang Shisanlang's mouth, he told him his judgment and analysis of the situation in the world, and then he didn't say anything again.

The eldest prince kicked the horse's belly lightly, and with a silent face, he led more than 10,000 elite soldiers towards the northwest, and after a few breaths, the 4,000 black horsemen above the mountain field also began to pull out with the eternal aura of slaughter and netherworld.

He was immediately silent, and he knew very well why Fan Xian didn't have any specific words for him, because he was the same as Fan Xian, although they both had the blood of Dongyi City, they were Qingren after all. The vast majority of these 14,000 powerful elite forces are also Qingren.

If Nanqing is on the Northern Expedition. Could it be that these Qing people want to betray the imperial court and strike a blow back? I am afraid that no one will be able to do such a thing. Although these people are all exiled figures, and they have little loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, betrayal and treason are two different concepts after all.

However, it is impossible for the direction of Dongyi City to watch Emperor Qing scatter the Northern Qi in a hurry, because in that case, Dongyi City will naturally be the second target of the powerful Qing army. Today's Dongyi City has nominally belonged to Daqing, but under the strength of Fan Xian and the Great Prince, the Nanqing Imperial Court can't manage it at all.

If it is at that time, Dongyi City will naturally be destroyed, and the eldest prince will only have a dead end. From the moment Chen Pingping died, the eldest prince had been prepared for this kind of thinking, but now that he knew what Fan Xian was going to do in Kyoto, the eldest prince's heart still couldn't help but be a little gloomy.

Regardless of whether Fan Xian wins or loses, his mood will be gloomy, because that person is his father, his mother is still in the palace of Qingguo, and his wife and concubine are still in Kyoto.

The eldest prince slowly raised his head, looked in the direction of Kyoto, sighed for a while, squinted slightly, was silent for a long time, and did not say a word.

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The war in the world has begun, the Shura field has been paved, the bones are buried in the road, the flesh and blood are splashed in the wilderness, the crows and monsters are singing in the wind and snow in the sky, and the endless killing and danger have shrouded the whole world, like a lingering shadow, covering the sky above the heads of all thousands of people.

In such a tense situation, there are many people's eyes, including those fierce generals on the battlefield, the supreme emperor, and the lonely rebels, who are actually looking at Kyoto, because they know that the real victory or defeat, the trend of the world, is still in Nanqing Kyoto, between the father and son who are extremely cruel and ruthless to others and themselves.

As His Majesty the Emperor Qingguo once said to Ye Wan, the life and death between him and Fan Xian is the real point. It's just that this bureau is not something that can be set up by manpower, but the situation that has been condensed in the past few decades of creation and causation, in the process of condensation. His Majesty the Emperor himself, the dead woman, Chen Pingping in the autumn rain, and even Fan Xian himself all played a role in fueling the troubles, so that in the end, this situation was unsolvable and became a dead end.

Only a sword can cut through knots. Only life and death can be liberated.

In the city of Kyoto, which was watched by countless pairs of eyes, the people did not feel much of the smell of blood on the front line. They didn't even know about the earth-shattering events that had happened in the Forbidden Palace at this time, and they were living as usual in a calm mood, except for the people at the fork in the Tianhe Road, who were crying non-stop.

Scholar Dihu couldn't hear these crying voices, but he knew what was going on in the palace for the first time, it wasn't the day of the Great Pilgrimage, and he still had enough eyeliner and level. So he was stunned.

A year ago, all the officials of the He faction were killed by Fan Xian and the Supervision Yuan, and in this year, Hu Daxue led the Zhongshu and the six departments of the three temples and three courtyards, and kept the Qingguo court in good order. It is very effective in maintaining the peace of the country.

However, when he learned the news today, all the calmness and calmness of Scholar Hu suddenly collapsed, he did not rub the face cream today, so the wrinkles on his face were extraordinarily deep, and he stood in the garden of the Bachelor's Mansion in a daze. He looked very old, praying that God would not bring any misfortune to Daqing.

In another poor place in Kyoto, in a simple house, the former Kyoto Prefecture Yin Sun Jingxiu, who had been released from prison for a long time, was coughing and drinking medicine while being supported by his daughter Miss Sun, and was tossed in prison and almost died. However, the current Sun family has long since fallen. In addition to three generations of the family. The servants were gone, and my aunt had fled. It's a bit unbearable to live on the ground.

Sun Hao'er comforted her father gently, but she thought that she would go to Fan's mansion another day to thank the county lord for the medicine, but she didn't have any clothes to wear, and she thought that Xiao Fan was poor now that she was dead or alive?

At this time, in Fan's Mansion, Lin Wan'er was sitting in the flower hall with a solemn expression, Sisi was sitting behind her, and each of them was holding a child. She said to the daughter-in-law of the vine family in front of her: "There is no need to escape, but the people in the house can disperse if they can." ”

The daughter-in-law of the Fuji family vaguely guessed something, where she was willing to go. Lin Wan'er would not be reluctant, because these clansmen in the Fan clan were afraid that they would not be able to walk clean even if they wanted to, she just looked at Fan Liang in her arms in a daze.

Fan Ruoruo was urgently summoned to the palace last night, and there was no news of His Majesty's health recently, so Lin Wan'er immediately guessed something. Especially since last night, the strange atmosphere that has begun to permeate Kyoto has strengthened her confidence.

You're still alive, why don't you go home and see it first? Even if your uncle wants to kill you, you want to kill your uncle, but ...... But...... Didn't you want me to see you for the last time?

As soon as she thought of this, sorrow came from it, and a few tears fell from her eyes and dripped on Fan Liangman's incomprehensible immature face.

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When Lin Wan'er was helplessly and sadly worried about Fan Xian's life and death, Fan Ruoruo, who was summoned into the palace last night, had successfully escaped the care of the master of the inner court and disappeared into the deep palace. Now the palace is in chaos, and it is impossible to find her whereabouts for a while. It seems that this girl's family is not only successful in Qingshan's learning and art, but Wuzhu's training for her in the snowy night of Cangshan was far more successful than the teaching of Fan Xian at the beginning.

At this time, she was wearing a palace maid's clothes, but she was wearing a very moving feeling, the clothes fluttered slowly in the light rain, along the wall of the palace wall, slowly towards the direction of the Taiji Palace, along the way only to see the pale eunuch palace maid who was shocked by the sound of fighting, sneaking towards the direction of the harem, who will care who she is, what she is doing.

Then at a remote palace gate that was about to turn to the Taiji Palace, she saw the eunuch Hong Zhu, who seemed to have been waiting for her here for a long time. The two men looked at each other calmly.

Fan Ruoruo looked at Hong Zhu calmly, but in fact, countless thoughts turned in her heart, because she didn't know why a few months ago, this eunuch who was just red suddenly secretly contacted her.

Hong Zhu left the palace gate with his body bent, and he didn't explain anything. Because he originally thought that Xiao Fan was dead, and after thinking about it for a long time, the little thing in his bones finally made him find Miss Fan, and told him about his relationship with Fan...... It's just that this eunuch is unwilling to let himself keep the secret between himself and Fan Xian. And lonely waiting in the deep palace.

Fan Ruoruo knew that his brother was still alive and with the help of this eunuch. Infiltrated the palace. She was delighted by this fact, but then her joy turned into deep worry, for she knew what her brother had entered the palace for.

She walked to the palace gate, to a large copper jar containing water, and across the palace gate, she listened to the palpitating sounds of the imperial city not far away, those iron drills pierced the armor. The sound of piercing bones. The look of worry between her eyebrows was even heavier, knowing that even the master had come today.

Then she looked at the bright yellow figure in front of the main hall of the Taiji Hall in the distance through the gap in the palace gate, pursed her lips slightly, she didn't know how long she was silent, and finally made up her mind.

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His Majesty the Emperor held his hands behind, and his hands were slightly hard in his sleeves, and only he knew. There are blood stains like peach blossoms on the white silk, coughing up blood, is it really not okay?

Eunuch Yao had already been driven away by him, and at this time there was no guard around him, standing in front of the rain curtain, looking so lonely.

And in the light rain in front of him. An even more lonely figure slowly walked over.

Wuzhu is finally here.

Xiaoyu was still dripping the black cloth on his face, and the subway drill in his hand was still dripping blood, and a breath full of bloody smell came out of his soaked cloth.

I don't know how many forbidden soldiers I killed, Wuzhu finally walked here step by step from the direction of the imperial city. The iron chisel in his hand, which usually seemed to be indestructible, had pierced countless hard armors and throats, and the sharp chisel tip had been sharpened to a flat end, and the chisel body was bent!

Wuzhu is not human. But he's not a god either. In the face of the world's elite combat power, one after another, under the attack of every extreme. He was still wounded, especially on the road from the Imperial City, where the officers and soldiers wearing heavy armor used their bodies as boulders to defeat the enemy, blocking him in front of him, successfully delaying his steps and injuring his body.

The forbidden army's interception is not heroic, but Wuzhu still killed it!

It's just that the iron brazing in his hand has been scrapped, the black hair he tightly tied has long been scattered, the cloth shirt on his body has countless holes, and the clothes under his waist have been burned into a fragment for some reason.

The most palpitating thing is that in the chaos of the battle, the blind boy's leg seems to have been smashed by some kind of heavy weapon, and at a completely unreasonable angle, twisted to the side and back, it seems that the bones have been twisted into a strange shape, and he can't walk at all!

But Wuzhu was still walking, he stared at His Royal Highness Emperor Qing through the layer of black cloth that was about to fall off, using the deformed subway drill in his hand as a crutch, dragging the left leg that had been scrapped, walking hard and stubbornly in the rain, until he walked in front of Emperor Qingdi.

The rain had already become smaller, and it was dripping down, but there was still water on the bluestone slab in front of the Taiji Hall, and Wuzhu's twisted left leg was dragging in the rain, rubbing an extremely terrifying sound.

Every time he rubbed, the corners of Wuzhu's thin lips twitched a little, and he must have felt pain too, but he had forgotten the pain, and he just walked towards Emperor Qing in front of the palace step by step.

Emperor Qing quietly looked at Wuzhu, who was getting closer and closer, and suddenly said, "I finally confirm that you are not a dead thing...... But how can you have such a strong love and hatred for all dead things?"

At this moment, the palace gate that had been closed suddenly opened, and Ye Chong, who was covered in sewage, rode on a horse, leading the remnants of the forbidden soldiers and the cavalry of his relatives, and rushed over in the direction of the Taiji Palace, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and the rain that shook the ground trembled.

However, in an instant, hundreds of elite soldiers of Qingguo surrounded Wuzhu again, but they looked at Wuzhu who was surrounded by themselves, and looked at the person who had been twisted, but was still standing stubbornly, but there was no joy at all.

Especially the more than ten ascetics of Qingmiao who suddenly appeared beside His Majesty at this time, those ascetics who wore hats and had great strength, when they saw Wuzhu, especially after the color of the liquid flowing from the wound on Wuzhu's body, their faces were even more pale and trembling.

The blood that flowed from Gotake's body was also hot and red, but it was golden-red, fading away in the light rain, and not many people could notice it, but these ascetics in hats did.

All the ascetics were like lightning strikes at this moment, knelt down in the rain, and knelt in front of Wuzhu, they were originally Emperor Qing's most powerful personal defense force, but at this moment, they had to surrender to this lame blind man.

When the messenger came to the world in person, how dare mortals be disrespectful? Is this the divine punishment of Daqing from heaven?

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