Rong Zhi rode out on horseback, and soon attracted a large number of people, and he was not stupid, first leading the pursuing assassins to the officers and soldiers, and he himself took advantage of the chaos to go towards the south gate.

I don't know when it rains in the sky.

Because Rong Zhi attracted most of the people, Li Sheng's people were almost unimpeded all the way, and she soon came to the south city gate.

Li Shengsheng drew his long sword, and then released the fireworks.

"Lieutenant ......" Ying smiled in disbelief, Li Shengxian let go of the fireworks, wouldn't he summon the internal guards of the Quartet, what did she want to do. Even if you want to leave, you don't have to go through the hassle.

"Take the southern gate and kill the archers." After Li Shengxian finished speaking, he led people to the city gate.

Li Shengxun only brought a few dozen people, but whether these dozens of people were the elite of the internal guards, the soldiers who stayed at the city gate were vigilant when they received the movement. But in the end, it is not the opponent of these people, not to mention, there is also a Li Shengxing among them.

Even if she was seriously injured, she was still Li Sheng's attack, the long sword was like the wind, and between the swords and swords, countless heads fell to the ground. She endured the pain in her body, her body was light and agile, and she quickly solved a lot of archers. As for the rest, it is no longer a problem.

She was about to go down from the wall, when she saw someone riding in front of her, and he was riding on a horse, but his figure was shaky, and he seemed to have been hit by a few arrows.

And behind him, there was a man who was crushing and crushing, with iron hooves like thunder.

The night was dark, even though the sky was about to dawn, but because of the rain, Fuguang had not risen, and Li Shengzheng couldn't see the person clearly, but she almost already had the answer in her heart.

Li Shengsheng raised her hand, and she turned to look at Ying Xiao behind her: "You grasp the city gate and ask someone to shoot arrows to kill the officers and soldiers. I'll take a few people down."

"Lieutenant no." Ying Xiao blocked.

"I'm going to save him—" Li Shengxian pushed Ying away with a smile.

"Your Highness—" Ying laughed and hissed, this His Highness was to remind Li Shengxun's identity.

Li Shengxian didn't hear about it, she was indeed His Royal Highness, but she was even more human, since she was a human being, she couldn't sit back and watch her life-saving benefactor die in front of her without doing anything.

Rong Zhi didn't know what was going on on the city tower, but he saw that the control of the secret arrows was like rain, and his expression was dazed. The horse under him had already been injured, and it was time to get here.

He didn't care so much at the moment, he clamped the belly of his horse, tightened the reins, and galloped towards the city gate, as if he were going to exhaust all his strength.

He wants to open the city gate, only by opening the city gate, Zuo Xin can go out, and Thirteen Niang can go out.

He can die, they must go out.

The horses ran through the mud, and with every step they took, they brought up a pool of blood. The person behind him seemed to be restrained by the rain arrow, giving Rong Zhi a brief respite. But after a night of chasing and killing, he was already exhausted from serious injuries.

Approaching the city gate, the horse under him seemed to lose strength, and with a twist of the horse's hooves, he fell from the horse, and rolled heavily to the ground, rolling into the grass beside him.

He only felt that it was dark, and he couldn't move for a while. He tried to raise his hand, tried to get up, but found that he had lost any strength.

The soldiers in the distance are facing each other, and there seems to be a sound of fighting.

What happened? He didn't understand, he just desperately tried to raise his head, but no matter how he struggled, the last thing that greeted him was to fall into the muddy water again.

By the time he got to the back, he had lost all his strength. I could only lie in the muddy water, exhausted, unable to move anymore, only a pair of eyes, still barely open and closed, open or closed, all I saw was darkness.

He only felt that his five senses were lost, and he could no longer receive any information from the outside world, and his heart sank little by little. He was angry at first, then unwilling, but in the end, he was left with nothing but powerlessness.

The rain mixed with muddy water hit him, but he was numb.

He fell to the ground in a daze, not knowing what people like him would have thought at this time.

He only knew that he would not be a saint after all. Because he regretted it. It's not regretting what you did today, or regretting what you did in the past. Instead, he regrets his foolishness in the past.

worth

Is it?

Is it worth it?

Rong Zhi asked over and over again, not knowing whether he was asking himself or others.

Is Yuan Jing worth it? was obviously persecuted by the Northern Qi Dynasty, but he was still dedicated to the country, and he couldn't serve himself, so he taught Yunwen Yunwu and expected him to do his best.

Is Gu Lingxu worth it? The court killed his father, but he still guarded the border for the court, even if Xichang has become an abandoned son, he is still willing to turn his flesh and blood into a wall of Northern Qi.

Is Taifu worth it? has supported the country for decades, and obviously has ambitions, but can only be trapped in party struggle.

Are the countless people in the world who have dedicated their lives to the Northern Qi Dynasty worth it?

Is he worth it himself?

After his death tonight, he will still be a eunuch eagle dog. A hundred years later, Shi Bi Danqing, who remembers that he was the champion of the six yuan and the first, has a promising future.

In the past, he felt that as long as he could help the Northern Qi Dynasty and recreate the prosperous era, what would it be to sacrifice a Rongzhi.

But this court has rotten its roots, and so many people have followed one after another, is it really worth it for such a court that has rotted from its roots?

His mouth was hoarse, but his chest was asking over and over again.

Is it worth it?

In fact, when this sentence is asked, there is already an answer.

Those in power are destitute and extravagant, ignorant and ignorant. Those in power compete for power and profit, ignoring the people. Loyal ministers and good generals will either die unjustly, or survive and rebel. The people were hungry and cold, numb and despairing. The field is full of corpses, and the road is full of starvation.

In fact, what's the use of sending the ledger over? What can the imperial court do? What's the use of destroying the Zhou family? If the Zhou family falls, will Northern Qi be fine? With such a court, even if it can be good, how good can it be?

The so-called good is just the cheers of the Northern Qi court, and it is impossible to be an adult, after all, it is the people.

In the end, he failed to save the land. Failed to save himself.

Unlike the warmth of the rain rolling out of the eyes, there was a fog in front of him, and the gloomy sky looked more and more dirty and treacherous under this fog.

With the last of his strength, he tried to get up, to escape from the ditch full of muddy water.

He is not as good as Taifu in this life, and he can't dedicate his life to this dirty court.

He raised his hand, trying to grasp the broken sword at his side, as if if he did, he would be able to get up and escape from this dirty place.

But he had no strength, and he only got up for a moment, and then he was about to fall back into the mud ditch, and his consciousness gradually became lost, and the blood and tears communicated with the rain in the mud, and he didn't know anything.

"Rongji—"

A female voice came from nowhere, and before he could react, he felt his hanging hands being held firmly. His eyes were blurred, he couldn't see the world clearly, and he was unconscious.

The last sentence in his mouth, only one sentence, "Thirteen Niang......"