Funing Palace, the sleeping palace of the Son of Heaven. Zhao Zhen sat behind the imperial eucalyptus dejectedly, like an old man who was about to die, his body was old and old, and the huge dormitory was surrounded by a thick sadness and pain.

When Wei Chen entered the hall, he saw such a scene, he couldn't see the expression on Zhao Zhen's face clearly, but he could deeply feel the pathetic aura emanating from Zhao Zhen's body.

With the fire of Xuande Gate and the entry of rebels into the palace, the rebellion was officially put on the surface, and more and more news about this rebellion finally began to spread to the side of Funing Palace.

King Yan rebelled; Xiaoxiong and Xiaomeng rebelled; The deputy commander of the front division of the palace made Rong Xian obey and rebel; King Yong, Princess Yong and their children were ordered to enter the palace at night and were harmed by King Yan; The rebels have entered the palace from the Xuande Gate, burning and looting along the way, and now they are approaching the Funing Palace...... The news of a bad one made Zhao Zhen physically and mentally exhausted, and he sat behind the eucalyptus in a distraction.

After Wei Chen saw the salute, he found out that the guards around the Hanlin Courtyard were abnormal, and noticed that something was wrong, and then reported to Zhao Zhenyu about the process of coming to the Funing Palace.

Zhao An, who was kneeling on the side, listened to Wei Chen's story, and his heart became more and more remorseful and ashamed. can be planned so carefully, this rebellion is by no means hasty, but has been planned for a long time, and as the Imperial City Division, he has so many spies under him, and he is unaware of it...... is so betrayed by the trust of the officials, even if he has ten heads, he is not enough to cut off.

However, Zhao Zhen was also on the verge of despair at this time, and he was in no mood to scold Zhao An for his incompetence. Zhao Zhen slammed the inkstone on the imperial eucalyptus to the ground, and scolded: "Zhao Zonghan, a traitor, knew that today, I should abolish his position as the prince!" Seeing this, Wei Chen hurriedly persuaded him: "Your Majesty, it is useless to scold now, the top priority is to find a way to bring in reinforcements to save the driver!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I have to find someone to help me!" Zhao Zhen woke up like a dream, his eyes were full of light, and he muttered to himself: "Zhao Zongquan of Yuzhou, the closest to Bianjing!" With that, Zhao Zhen picked up the silk robe embroidered with the yellow dragon, tore a large piece of silk silk without hesitation, spread it flat on the imperial eucalyptus, and then bit his finger ruthlessly, and wrote the edict on the silk silk with blood.

In a hurry, Zhao Zhen didn't even care about the pain on his fingers, and really used his fingers as a brush and worked hard to write.

Wei Chen didn't have to look closely to guess that the content of this blood edict must be to make Zhao Zongquan the crown prince and let him lead the army to serve the king.

In fact, there were more than 100,000 forbidden troops stationed around Bianjing City, and there were 50,000 elite soldiers in a large battalion in the western suburbs alone, but Zhao Zhen did not take them into account at all at this moment.

Wei Chen understood Zhao Zhen's feelings. King Yan's rebellion, Rong Xian's defection, and King Yong's death made Zhao Zhen dare not believe any army in Bianjing at the moment, even Zhao Zhen's most trusted palace secretary has rebelled, who can guarantee that the western suburbs camp will not rebel?

There may only be one chance to ask for help, and Zhao Zhen doesn't dare to bet. That's why he gave up his distance and went to Zhao Zongquan in Yuzhou for help.

Don't look at Zhao Zongquan's usual inconspicuousness, in fact, he has long received Zhao Zhen's attention. If Zhao Zhen were to rank the candidates for the storage position in his heart, Zhao Zongquan would only be after King Yong and King Yan.

This is also because King Yong and King Yan have been in Beijing for many years, and they each have a large group of supporters in the court, and their foundation and reputation far exceed that of Zhao Zongquan.

In terms of personal preference alone, Zhao Zongquan's ranking in Zhao Zhen's heart will only be higher. Because Zhao Zhen feels that Zhao Zongquan's personality is very similar to when he was young, he was as low-key and introverted, and as easy-going.

Therefore, after deciding to establish King Yong as the crown prince, Zhao Zhen specially sent a secret edict to Zhao Zongquan, but in fact, Zhao Zhen himself had regrets.

Now that King Yong is dead, King Yan is rebelling, Zhao Zongquan has become the number one heir in Zhao Zhen's heart, and he is also Zhao Zhen's first choice for help.

After a short time, Zhao Zhen finished writing the blood edict, he was already weak, but now that there was so much blood, his face became even more pale, and the whole person was a little shaky.

Seeing this, Wei Chen couldn't care about the etiquette of a monarch and a minister, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhao Zhen, held down the wound on his fingertips for him, and stopped the dripping blood.

Zhao Zhen tried to squeeze out a smile, and nodded towards Weichen with a smile. At this moment, Zhao Zhen suddenly thought of the scene when he had named Wei Chen as the champion on the Golden Palace, and he was full of emotion in his heart.

The wind knows the grass, and the board knows the Chengchen. Now, in addition to Zhao An, the old Hutu, only the Liuyuanlang appointed by me is still by my side.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenxin couldn't help but feel a little comforted, and his spirits, which were a little sluggish due to excessive blood loss, were also lifted.

Zhao Zhen solemnly opened a small boxy box on the imperial eucalyptus and took out an object from it.

The whole body of this object is made of copper, about half the size of a palm, and the shape is a vivid Menghu, which has been cut open from head to tail, and only half of it remains.

This is the tiger talisman that symbolizes the military power of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Zhao Zhen wrapped the tiger talisman in his hand with a blood edict, looked at the dozens of palace maids and chamberlains prostrate in the palace, and asked, "Who wants to ask for help for me out of the palace?" This question, as if death was beckoning, everyone was afraid to avoid it, and they all shrank their necks and lowered their heads.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. On weekdays, he was too generous to the people around him, but he lost the majesty that the Son of Heaven should have, but now he really wants these people to work for him, but they refuse to come forward one by one.

"Your Majesty, I would like to give it a try!" Just when Zhao Zhen was frowning, he suddenly heard a clear and passionate voice in his ears.

Zhao Zhen was overjoyed, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Wei Chen beside him who took the initiative to ask for help. Someone was willing to risk his life to send the edict, which was originally a great thing, but Zhao Zhen looked at Wei Chen's young face, and suddenly felt a little unbearable.

If Wei Chen stayed in the palace with him, with his current reputation in Shilin, King Yan might not do anything to him.

But if Wei Chen was caught by King Yan's people when he went out to ask for help with the blood edict, then Wei Chen would definitely die.

Zhao Zhen looked at Wei Chen and asked, "Wei Aiqing, you have to think about it carefully, you really want to go here and die?" Wei Chen's expression was resolute and unmoved.

"We're willing to go!"

"Good!" Zhao Zhen looked at Wei Chen's eyes with even more appreciation, and immediately handed over the tiger talisman and blood edict to Wei Chen's hand.

Wei Chen stretched out his hand to pick it up, but Zhao Zhen shook his hands, and solemnly admonished: "The fortunes of the Great Zhou Sheji and the country are all on the shoulders of Aiqing alone, Aiqing must take care!" Wei Chen nodded heavily, and the blood edict that was originally holding lightly fluttering in his hand seemed to have become more than a thousand pounds heavier at this moment.

Zhao Zhen turned his head, looked at Zhao An, the old chamberlain who was still kneeling in the palace, sighed a little helplessly, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao An, you have been in the Imperial City Division for thirty years, and you know better than anyone else those snakes and rats in Bianjing City, I want you to try to send Wei Aiqing out of the palace and make meritorious contributions, you may be able to do it?" ”

"The old slave obeys!"