Whose bad luck are you looking for?

Naturally, it's the Eighth Prince!

In the past, Jia Lian didn't know any Eight Emperors, but this emperor's tomb and his party got along for a while, and Jia Lian hated it.

Outside the camp was intercepted in front, and on the way to flee south, he was questioned and sent behind.

Jia Lian led the Shenji camp away, and was shot by this person again.

The arrow was put on the heads of others, and it was already a matter of life and death, and it was not enough to say that after crossing the stream, Jia Lian was chased and beaten all the way by the eighth prince.

How could Jia Lian not hate!

One more thing.

The fire broke out in the imperial tomb, who is the number one thief? Although Lao Zongzheng and the crown prince were speechless about this matter, Jia Lian was not a dull person.

That matter, most of the time still has to fall on the Eighth Prince!

"Come to think of it, it's just some royal secret... The eighth prince pulled Huang Qi, the guard of the mausoleum, to make trouble, and when the prince died in the chaos, the eighth prince was naturally the only remaining son-in-law, and he should sit on the dragon chair in the future......"

All the way down the mountain, Jia Lian had such a guess in his heart.

The heavenly family is cruel and unpredictable, and the drama has already said the truth, what 'Yang Guang's secret affairs', 'Wei Wen's career', etc., Jia Lian has not seen it.

"But what's the matter, the Eighth Prince, wants to involve himself!"

Jia Lian gritted his teeth, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he came down the mountain, he was already full of hair, and his eyes were like a copper bell.

At the foot of the mountain, there were Yu Linwei's horses, and Jia Lian took a swarthy horse and rode away, and he didn't go to the middle of the battlefield, but only beat his horse and bypassed the foot of the low mountain.

At this time, the battlefield under the mountain has been chaotic like a mixed pot of soup, several times the troops have me and I have you, who can distinguish between the enemy and me for a while.

In this situation, Jia Lian could see it clearly when he was on the mountain, where he was willing to plunge into it.

After a half-circle from the foot of the low mountain, completely bypassing the battlefield, Jia Lian went straight to the rear of the Tomb Guard, where the Eighth Prince was!

Halfway through the road, Jia Lian noticed that a group of troops had arrived here, and without hesitation, the army had been inserted straight into the battlefield under the mountain from the side.

This team was the pawn of the nearby Tai'an County, led by the local county lieutenant, who rushed to rescue the nobles.

As the prince on the mountain said, the fire of the emperor's tomb burned all night, and if the color is already bright today, if the county governor of the four directions does not know how to send people to rescue, it should be killed.

These county guards are poorly equipped, and it is not very useful to come here at this time, Zhao Yan glanced at it and retracted his gaze, and his crotch was still running.

However, in the battlefield, because of the addition of this new force, the originally chaotic situation was calmed down in advance.

With weapons in hand, the people dressed as Ling slaves were basically killed, and only a few live mouths were left by Yu Linwei and put aside.

After that, the members of the Yulin Guard Department and the Shenji Battalion gathered together, faintly as if they were one. Not to mention that along the way to the Imperial Tomb, the two battalions were originally on the road together, and the Shenji Battalion was the first to come to save their lives, so they were able to win the favor of the Yulin Guard.

It was these two groups of people, still holding weapons in their hands, and confronting the group that came later, that is, the guards of the mausoleum.

On the other hand, the guards couldn't help but be restless, and they didn't take the weapons in their hands or abandon them.

They are also officers and soldiers, and they only obey the orders of the officials, and they really don't understand why they are suddenly in such a situation.

As for the newly admitted soldiers of Tai'an County, they spontaneously gathered behind the county lieutenant and officer, watching several groups of regular troops confronting each other in front of them, and occasionally whispering came out.

If it is said that this imperial tomb is a chessboard, everyone present is a chess piece, and the fog in front of them covers their eyes, and they only know that they can see one step at a time, and no one can know the overall movement.

"Pinch the birds!"

There was a loud roar, like a thunderbolt, and in an instant, the entire low mountain was penetrated!

But it was Jia Lian who had been waiting for an opportunity in the corner for a long time, and at this time, he appeared from afar.

The horse didn't start fast, but after a journey, the speed was like a broken arrow, and Jia Lian had already planned the path and chose a flat place to walk.

When everyone opened their eyes on the battlefield, they saw a black shadow dragging a general in a tattered red robe, and broke straight into the rear of the mausoleum guards.

"Hugh away!"

Another shout.

"Jia Lian!" Huang Qi opened his mouth wide and shouted these two words silently.

He is a martial artist in the end, this time he saw that the situation was not good, so he resolutely escaped first, and as soon as he got off the horse and rolled, he blended into the mausoleum guards.

The eighth prince didn't walk in time, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that a black horse had stepped in front of him, but the blue-collar collar beside him had already been damaged, and this time there were no more people in front of him to block it.

The clamor and shouting of killing resumed.

But in the battlefield, the Shenji Battalion, who was confronting the mausoleum guards, recognized Jia Lian's figure and hurriedly ordered it to be pressed.

In an instant, the Shenji Battalion and Yulinwei moved together, and the county lieutenant of Tai'an County, who was watching, did not hesitate much, and all the parties pressed towards the guards guarding the tomb.

The people guarding the tomb did not wait for the order of the chief officer Huang Qishi, and the already panicked military spirit suddenly dissipated.

The first person to guard the tomb threw away his weapons and opened them, and the side with the largest number of people at the foot of the low mountain abandoned all his weapons and was taken prisoner.

The Shenji Battalion was able to go all the way unimpeded, and hurriedly ran straight to the rear of the mausoleum guards.

At the same time, the prince of the mountain also came down the mountain with Lao Zongzheng and went straight here.

"Your Excellency..."

As soon as the Qianzong of the Shenji Battalion broke out of the kneeling crowd of tomb guards, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and dismounted.

Du Si Jia Lian was still there, and he didn't seem to have any injuries, not only that, but he had already pulled the Eighth Prince off the horse, and he also planted this blue-collar with a bow on his back.

The Eight Emperors were dignified and noble, and they fell to the ground like this, which made people tremble when they saw it.

"Stop, sir! You're going to kill the Gods Battalion! ”

When the president of the Shenji Battalion came up, he stopped his waist and hugged Jia Lian, wailing and dragging him out.

Pity God! Just protected the crown prince, he was still waiting for Jia Lian to take the lead in asking for a reward, but he saw such a show, doesn't this mean that people will die!

Jia Lian said: "Let go!" ”

Shenji Camp Qianzong is desperate, and when the matter comes to the front, as long as it is not demented like a child, anyone knows that there is a problem with the Eighth Prince and the Tomb Guard, but what does this matter have to do with their Shenji Battalion? Just stand on the dry shore, why bother going into the water and getting covered in mud.

His Shangguan, the battalion commander, died last night, and he didn't see him, didn't he?

Boom!

The face door was punched, and Mr. Qian took two steps back, and then fell on his back.

"Phew!" Jia Lian retracted his gaze and no longer looked at the spilled goods that were looking for beatings.

"Jia Lian! How are you doing? Don't make a mistake! ”

As Jia Lian stepped forward again, the eighth prince used his hands and feet on the spot, hurriedly retreated, and shouted fiercely.

"How am I going?"

Jia Lian pulled out his waist knife.

He just wanted to scare the guts of this bullshit Eighth Prince, but with the white blade in his hand and the evil qi of the battlefield, the evil qi of his previous life came out as if he couldn't help it.

On Jia Lian's face, a sinister smile appeared.

What about the prince, he even beat the broken emperor in his previous life......

The Eighth Prince was really frightened to death at this time, and he didn't even dare to look up at Jia Lian's eyes.

He stepped back with one hand on the ground, his legs and feet as if he were lame, and the other hand in front of him, kept waving, and the words in his mouth were sobbing.

"Jia Lian, you listen to me... The arrow that shot you was done by that idiot on his own, and he didn't do anything about me at all, and the thing of chasing you was also done by Huang Qi and the Qiu Ba, and it had nothing to do with me......

Jia Lian pressed forward step by step, and the Eighth Prince retreated all the way, and finally ignored it completely, and said in a lamented voice: "There is also the fire of the Emperor's Tomb that made you roar, I know that you have hatred in your heart, but it is also Huang Qi's indulgence!" Don't come to me......"

Jia Lian stepped forward, and he couldn't hold it back at all, but those who came to stop him were all sent away with a punch from his old trick.

"It's really ridiculous, in vain you read a lot of books, and you don't see the story of Jin Dong's fox pen!" Jia Lian said angrily, and then held the knife in both hands, and the tip of the knife was inserted straight into the chest of the Eighth Prince, splashing two feet of blood and spilling Jia Lian's armor.

"I still remember the blue-collar Hu who was besieged to death because I didn't check when I saw you before!"

"What is Huang Qi, this matter should also be recorded on your head! It's good that others don't think that I will only bully the weak, and then bow down to the nobles! ”

When the words fell, the Eighth Prince opened his mouth in vain, as if he had thousands of words to ask Jia Lian, but the hand on the blade of his chest was finally slowly released.

The eighth prince of the imperial court, the son of the water queen, died here.