Poof-

The blade in his hand was raised, Zhao Yan turned his head, and looked around, only to feel inexplicable silence and silence. You have to know that the battlefield is still noisy.

Shenji Camp Qian, holding his head, stood up, took two steps back, and did not say a word.

The guards guarding the tomb avoided Jia Lian's gaze like a snake and scorpion, spreading out like the ebb tide of the waves, leaving a vacant space.

Then there was the Seventh Prince, who had already dismounted, and when he saw this scene, his face seemed to be crying and laughing, and then when Jia Lian's eyes swept over, he immediately fell in a panic, leaning on the saddle behind him, looking left and right, as if asking for help.

Whoa......

A group of Yulin guards in shining armor rushed in at the right time, separating the guards and Shenji Battalion who were watching in shock.

Later, the crown prince first stepped out of the passage separated by Yu Linwei.

"Eighth brother!"

A wail rang out.

Looking at this scene, the prince burst into tears.

He rushed forward, first pushed away Jia Lian, who was still standing next to the corpse of the Eighth Emperor, and then leaned over and cried bitterly.

"This is my brother! How sad! I ...... hurt me."

The crying spread far away, and Lao Zongzheng hurriedly appeared from the passage of Yulinwei, and suddenly stomped his feet when he saw this scene.

Looking at it again, Jia Lian was standing aside with a blood-stained waist knife.

This is not the murderer, who is the murderer!

Lao Zongzheng stepped forward, put a pair of thin palms like chicken feet on Jia Lian's wrist, raised his head and said tremblingly: "You have loosened your blade..."

Jia Lian and Lao Zongzheng glanced at each other, there was no expression on their faces, and as soon as they let go of their hands, the knife fell to the ground.

Immediately, Jia Lian put his hands together and said to Lao Zongzheng: "Leave me alone, I did it all by me, and it has nothing to do with the Shenji Battalion." ”

Lao Zongzheng saw Jia Lian's gesture, and was stunned for a moment, but after listening to Jia Lian's words, he was not angry and said: "You are the capital of the Shenji Battalion, not counting the 'relationship' in the Shenji Battalion, where should you go?" Besides, at this time, where did you ask me to put a flail on you, didn't you deliberately come to embarrass the old man? ”

Jia Lian didn't seem to be angry when he heard Lao Zong, so he said angrily: "It's going to bother the old man." ”

killed the heir of the heavenly family, or the prince who came out, this old man should naturally be in trouble.

Lao Zongzheng said: "It's hard for me to say how to deal with it, you just have to wait to go back and let the court try it." However, the rebellion of the Eight Princes is true, and if this is the case, should you be regarded as a rebel or a loyal guard, there is still something to say. ”

After finishing speaking, Lao Zongzheng taught Jia Lian to unload his armor again.

At this time, the prince finished crying, and Lao Zongzheng went up to comfort him, and then pointed to Jia Lian and said, "Prince, what do you think should be done with this person." ”

"Let's turn around first..."The prince wiped his tears, summoned the extremely conspicuous Divine Commander Camp here, and said, "Jia Lian will take you back, be careful." ”

Thousands of volts are called promises.

Immediately, the crown prince asked Yu Linwei to carry the eighth prince, and then greeted the seventh prince who was on the side, crying all the way and leaving.

The Seventh Prince followed, and glanced at Jia Lian, who bowed his head and didn't say a word, along the way, and seemed to see a slight smile on his face, and suddenly shivered, his steps sped up, and he cried with the prince in the past.

"My lord, shouldn't we also move to keep up......" After Yu Linwei was finished, Mr. Qian covered his head with one hand and sold miserably, and led the black horse over with the other hand and said.

The prince asked the Shenji Battalion to take care of the capital of the Shenji Battalion, which means that it is really not for outsiders, and it is absolutely impossible to tie people up on a rope.

Mr. Qian thinks that Jia Lian's stove will not cool down so quickly, so why don't he add a fire, and there will always be a time to meet in the future.

"Let's go."

Jia Lian turned over and got on his horse.

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion gathered over, scattered the Santun Shenji Battalion, and fought for a while at the foot of the low mountain, leaving only a little more than a hundred, just two tuns.

Jia Lian carefully ordered the people and horses, and said: "Those people who look like Ling slaves, I don't know what the way to come from, they have no armor on their bodies, and they are killed halfway with more fights and fewer fights, and they are almost turned over by these people, which is really powerful." ”

He sat on the horse, the chief official talked eloquently, regardless of the road ahead, and gave the eighth prince a knife in his heart, at this time Jia Lian only felt relaxed, and he was afraid that he would have to eat two more bowls of food later.

"Your Excellency is right." Mr. Qian said casually.

Yu Linwei took the lead, the Shenji Battalion was in the center, and the county soldiers of Tai'an County were escorted to the tomb guards who had been deprived of their blades, and Huang Qi, the head of the guard, was also among them.

The team turned back from the low mountain like a long snake and came to the camp of the five battalions outside the emperor's tomb.

On the way, Jia Lian remembered something and sent a general manager of the Shenji Battalion to take advantage of the prince and Lao Zongzheng in the past.

The Ten Princes were dead, but this was not Jia Lian's knife, he only saw the corpse, which was hidden in the grass and trees outside a swamp.

So the prince divided a team of Yu Lin Wei, and pulled out some people from the Shenji camp, and went straight to the place Jia Lian said, to usher in the corpse of the ten princes.

……

……

"There was a fire in the mausoleum at night, who would have expected that the two princes would be directly broken......" Wu Yong said.

When he said this, there was schadenfreude in his words, and before he finished speaking, the Eighth Prince was killed by Jia Lian, and Wu Yong only felt that it was really happy!

It's because everyone else avoids Jia Lian now, and Du Wu uses it differently.

Seeing the prince's car turn around, he came over and talked to Zhao Yan, who was undressed in white.

By this time, it was past noon.

The county governor of the four directions sent people to extinguish the fire of the emperor's tomb, and now he is repairing several destroyed barracks so that the prince and his party can live in the days to come.

For such a big matter, if you don't write a document to see the emperor first, wait for it to fall, who dares to go back lightly.

"Pedant, you ......"

Jia Lian and Wu Yong looked at the labor in the barracks in front of them, and in the afterglow, Jia Lian saw that Wu Yong was about to laugh out loud, and couldn't help but want to remind.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a shout.

This shout came from Huang Qi, the chief of the guard guarding the tomb not far away, who took off his armor like Jia Lian, but he was much unlucky, and the Orthodox people tied him up and pushed out the tent where the prince was, shouting non-stop along the way.

"It's really wronged! Even if he borrowed hundreds of thousands of guts, he didn't dare to burn the emperor's mausoleum......

"It's already around the fire... Someone must be trying to harm me! Injustice! Injustice! Injustice! What a grievance! ”

Huang Qi shouted hysterically, and the two Yu Linwei who escorted him couldn't hold it back, and directly slapped his mouth, slapping Huang Qi into confusion.

This was much better, and the two Yu Lin guards put Huang Qi in an uninhabited tent, tied him to a chair, and then turned around to return to his life.

Jia Lian saw these two Yu Linwei coming out from a distance, and suddenly had some doubts, and asked Wu Yongdao instead: "Then Huang Qi originally wanted to protect the prince and make meritorious contributions, why did the duty of the mausoleum go out of the basket again?" ”

Wu Yong has not moved around here all this time, of course he knows about it.

However, this is not something that can be said in public, Wu Yong lowered his voice and said: "It's the Emperor Taishang, the Emperor's mausoleum has been burned, and the surface layer has become a piece of scorched earth...... This Huang Qi doesn't care what happens, he is already dead! The sin of the prince of fornication is far less than this. ”

Jia Lian nodded, suddenly realized.

Suddenly, Jia Lian remembered something again, he remembered that the tomb of Emperor Yonglong and the Emperor Taishang were not far apart, so he asked again.

"What about the Emperor?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Weird."

"I thought it was weird, too."