"Yi, Mr. Yiyang feels that he can't live up to the emperor's trust, and he drinks dove wine."

General Sun choked up.

An unprecedented sadness rose in my heart: "Your Majesty, you can't blame Mr. Yiyang for this battle, you have to blame ...... It's no wonder that the firepower of the Ying Heavenly Army is too fierce, and the artifact they got from somewhere can directly bombard the city gate, and no one can stop it. ”

"The power is huge, our flesh and blood, how can we stop it."

The ministers of the court and the central government were like quails, and they all heard the loud noise of Baobaozhuang yesterday in their sleep.

It was so loud that they thought it would be punished by heaven.

Usually they are excited one by one, but they also seem to have lost their voices, for fear of being named and sent to guard the city gate.

Zhou Baozhuang was broken, and General Yiguang was the last line of defense, if even Yiguang could not hold it, Shangjing would fall.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood, spit out.

King Kang's tall body was crumbling.

The ministers shouted: "Your Majesty, you have to take care of the dragon's body." ”

"Imperial Doctor, pass on the Imperial Doctor. The emperor was unconscious. ”

On the Jinluan Palace, it became a pot of porridge......

At this time, Yiguang received the news of Yiyang's death, looked at the military aircraft intelligence in his hand, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The whole army looked worried: "General, is Mr. Yiyang really gone?" ”

People who first heard the news still couldn't believe it.

The man who had always been regarded as the spiritual leader by them actually died.

"Now we are the only ones who hold on, but there is no one in Shangjing to defend it, what should we do now?"

Do you want to abandon this place now, turn around and go back to the capital?

King Kang has reached the end of the bow and crossbow.

On the Zhongzhou side, it does not pose a threat to Nanzhou at all.

Even Zhongzhou is now unable to protect itself, Situ Yan led an army of 50,000 and killed all the way to Zhongzhou City.

He Shoutang opened the city gate and personally went out of the city to greet him.

When the head of the He family learned that everything had settled, he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, looked at the top of the bed, and muttered to himself, "Am I really wrong?" ”

is a good lord of Zhongzhou, but he ends up bowing down to others.

"I didn't expect that I waited for so many years to fight, but in the end I lost to the small, foundationless Jiang family."

The head of the He family closed his eyes, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

Xia Taiqing stood beside the bed and said expressionlessly: "Zhongzhou is not unjust in losing to the Jiang family, the Jiang family is not without roots, as far as I know, this Jiang family is the descendant of Jiang Wenxuan." ”

Jiang Wenxuan, everyone knows that Emperor Gaozu of the Great Liang was able to conquer the country, and half of the credit was his.

The eldest princess was even more for him, and would rather give up her glory and wealth and return to the countryside with him, and then disappeared.

Unexpectedly, the little Jiang family actually had such a background.

That's a genius.

The thief who played "The Art of War" with one hand, Emperor Gaozu was jealous of him.

Jiang Wenxuan seemed to see through this, and after helping him sit on the throne, he resigned from all affairs and took the eldest princess incognito.

Unexpectedly, going around and around, it turned out to be his descendant.

The situation has been decided, and no matter how sad he is, it will not help.

"Ahem, what does Mr. Xia think of Lao Qi?" He Ziming asked.

Xia Taiqing thought for a while: "The Seventh Prince is a person with clear grievances. ”

The grievances are clear, hehe.

is a good grievance, his son, usually looks inconspicuous and harmless to humans and animals.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the people who secretly contacted him set up his old father.

This is not only a clear grudge, but also a resentment of his father.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and asked again: "It's only a matter of time before the Jiang family wins Shangjing and sits on the dragon chair, how about I propose a marriage with the Jiang family at this time?" ”

Xia Taiqing subconsciously frowned, still pretending not to understand what he meant and asked, "The head of the family plans to let that son marry the Jiang family?" ”

After all, nothing else.

Of the three children of the Jiang family, the only son-in-law will be the crown prince.

It's two daughters, both princesses.

Although he had many sons, he ...... The Jiang family may not agree.

If the Jiang family hadn't attacked Shangjing before, they might have considered it, but now it's different.

Zhongzhou is already in the bag of the Jiang family, at this time Zhongzhou proposed marriage, if the Jiang family is unwilling, Zhongzhou has no way.

"Naturally, it's Little Twelve, don't you think that my Little Twelve is just the right age match for the son-in-law?"

"The twelfth son is six years old this year, and the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family is nine years old this year. The difference of three years is indeed okay. Xia Taiqing said against his will.

I am afraid that He Ziming didn't expect that this son-in-law could lead the army at a young age, help her father and brother fight the world, and make the heroes of the world compete to be convinced.

At this time, the twelfth prince was afraid that he was still hiding in Mrs. He's arms and begging for pastries to eat.

"I think so too."

He Ziming said with a smile, struggling to get up.

The maid on the side hurriedly helped him up.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had already been placed on the table, and he breathed a sigh of relief and wrote a total of two letters.

One is an excerpt of the guilty plea, with a humble and courteous attitude.

The other is an intention to marry, although the letter openly and secretly states that it is willing to let the concubine marry Baozhu.

The two letters were written, sealed and handed over to the cronies around him to send out of Zhongzhou.

At this time, He Shoutang didn't realize that he was once again set aside by his eccentric father, and he completely lost a chance.

Although Xia Taiqing knew that He Ziming wanted to arrange a way back for his young son, Baozhu was undoubtedly a reliable backer.

is not only a backer, but also said that if you marry your husband, the fief that Baozhu will receive in the future will definitely not be bad.

As her husband, she will also receive preferential treatment for children born in the future.

I have to say that He Ziming's abacus snapped.

However, most of his wishes are about to come to naught.

August 14, another day will be the fifteenth.

In the originally prosperous Shangjing City, the people closed their doors, and the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet could not be held.

The officials in Beijing were panicked and closed their doors, and the emperor was still in a coma in a hurry, and his future was bleak.

Yiguang's army had withdrawn to Shangjing, intending to defend Shangjing.

The major families in Beijing are all dormant, watching this battle, and their hearts are ready, once the Jiang family breaks through the city gate and enters Shangjing.

They will surely take advantage of the situation.

It's all a matter of time.

……

After Baozhu occupied the state treasure village, he rectified for a few days, and set off for Shangjing again to form a siege with Jiang Yingying.

Baozhu, who is about to arrive outside the capital of Shangjing, meets a young man who claims to be Anzu's nephew.

Situ Moyu was wearing a Baolan colored felt robe, a dark orange tiger stripe belt tied around his waist, hair like the wind, and a pair of deep tiger eyes, as beautiful as a crown of jade.

There were two guards standing beside him who were guarding him tightly.

"You said you were Anzu's nephew?"

Baozhu looked at it from head to toe and muttered in his heart.

Mr. Anzu is not like the nephew in front of her, right?