It was dark again.

The candles in the Jinluan Hall were bright, the white flags were fluttering in the wind, and the cry came from the temple, sad and sad.

The soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion kept carrying the corpses outward, wiping their eyes with the back of their hands from time to time.

No matter how mediocre Emperor Yongming is, he is also the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven died, and the sky of the Great Jin Dynasty collapsed. It's a lot of panic.

These corpses were to be carried to a cart at the palace gate, and then transported to a mass grave, where they were burned and the ashes were buried in the earth.

When carrying a dead body, you can occasionally encounter someone who is not completely breathing. If you have a red scarf tied to your left arm, you will be stabbed to death directly. Otherwise, they should be carried to the side hall where the wounded soldiers gathered, and wait for the military doctor or the imperial doctor to treat them.

There were too many corpses in the Jinluan Palace, and it took one night to barely finish carrying them. Then a large bucket of clean water was brought in, and the ground was constantly washed. The clear water of the well fell to the ground, and soon it was almost black blood. Some were washed away, some seeped into the ground.

A couple of soldiers came with two planks. On these two planks, two wounded people lay on each other. One of them has some mental energy. The other, lying upright on the plank, had air in and out of air.

"Quickly carry Tao Erlang to the Imperial Doctor!" The one who can open his mouth is Zhu Zhenchuan, the son of Wu'an. Zhu Zhenchuan lay in the pile of corpses all night, smelling fishy. However, he didn't have time to care about himself, and kept urging.

Tao Erlang has been in a coma for a long time. Whether he can save a life depends on whether God is willing to let him live.

There were too many wounded soldiers, and the left and right side halls of the Jinluan Hall were all stuffed.

Zhu Zhenchuan and Tao Erlang were carried to the injured officials. More than a dozen doctors stayed up all night, and they had been watching and treating injuries, and their eyes were red.

The wounded officials, of course, had some privileges, and they had all been dressed and bandaged, and each of them lay on the wooden plank and cried out in pain.

"Zhencheon!" When Wu Anbo saw his son, his eyes were about to pop out: "Why are you in the palace? Wait a minute! You're hurt? It doesn't matter where the wound is?"

Zhu Zhenchuan couldn't move, and turned his head to squeeze out a few words at his father: "There is turmoil in the palace, I got the news, so I led my own soldiers into the palace."

"All those who entered the palace with me are dead. It's just me and Tao Er."

Wu Anbo's eyes were hot, his nose was so sore that he could barely hold back his tears.

General Tao, who was seriously injured on the side, was already crying.

Before desperately guarding the Jinluan Palace, he was injured in five or six places, and General Tao never frowned. Now, looking at his son who was dying and had only one breath left, General Tao couldn't hold back any longer and shed tears.

The two imperial doctors hurriedly stepped forward to heal Zhu Zhenchuan and Tao Erlang.

Zhu Zhenchuan was so pained that he gasped and exhaled from time to time. Tao Erlang was unconscious, occasionally convulsing from the pain in his body.

A man whose whole body was wrapped in gauze and couldn't see clearly, suddenly opened his mouth and praised: "This is Jiangmen Erlang!"

Wu Anbo turned his head to look, the corners of his mouth grinned, as if he was smiling and crying: "Meng Yushi, you have become a blood gourd, and you still have the strength to speak!"

The person who spoke was none other than Meng Yushi.

Meng Yushi, as a civil servant, rushed out of the Jinluan Palace desperately at the moment of life and death. Four of the courtiers who rushed out at the same time as Meng Yushi died, and only three survived. Meng Yushi was the most seriously injured, but his mouth was the hardest: "I still have a breath."

There are so many loyal ministers and good generals, the Great Jin Dynasty will never die!

Wu Anbo wanted to speak, but his nose was sour, and tears fell out.

Meng Yushi tried his best to squeeze out another sentence: "Murong Shen is not dead yet."

Wu Anbo raised his sleeves with difficulty and wiped a handful of tears: "The elite soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion are chasing him, and he can't escape."

General Tao kept staring at Tao Erlang, and tears kept falling.

In the mourning hall, there are two large coffins.

The coffin of Emperor Yongming is in the front, and the coffin of the prince is in the back.

Probably the tears have run out. Queen Su knelt beside the coffin, like a wooden sculpture without flesh and blood, not crying or moving.

Empress Su refused to leave the mourning hall, so Zhao Xiyan stayed all the time.

East Palace

The ladies and dependents also found an empty place in the hall and knelt down. The emperor and the crown prince are all dead, which has never been seen in the Great Jin Dynasty, which has been inherited for two hundred years.

The sky is falling, and no one cares about the palace rules and etiquette. Some of the female dependents even trembled and crawled to their husbands' side. The rest of the people were silent.

Old Madam Su cried and fainted three times.

Su Zhangyuan is over seventy years old, and he is not in good health. He didn't die under the thief's knife, but was scared to death by the thief's movement into the Jinluan Palace.

The bodies of the military generals who died in the turmoil were not transported out of the palace, but were placed in coffins and carried to the apse. After the funeral and burial of the crown prince, it will be the turn of these dead courtiers to be buried.

Doctor Wan and the other two doctors have been staying in the mourning hall. From time to time, he administered needles to courtiers or ladies who had fainted from crying.

After Mrs. Su woke up, she crawled to Queen Su's side, grabbed Queen Su's arm and cried, "Niangniang! O my poor daughter!"

Queen Su died of her son, her husband, and her father.

For a woman, in just a few days, she experienced the greatest sorrow in the world.

In the future, who should Queen Su rely on?

Queen Su's expression was blank, she didn't bow her head, and she didn't respond.

Zhao Xiyan was full of obscurity, and reminded Old Madam Su in a low voice: "I know that the old lady is sad and sad in her heart. However, it has come to this point, and there is no resurrection from death. Don't be too sad, old lady, lest you hurt your body."

Zhao Xiyan has never liked Mrs. Su. Now being so gentle and polite is for the sake of Queen Su's face.

As soon as Su Zhangyuan died, Mrs. Su seemed to be torn out, and her whole person collapsed. The hateful and disgusting faces of the past seem to be thrown to the ground and then pinched together at will, weak and ugly, and look extremely pitiful.

Old Madam Su didn't respond, and her cry was much quieter.

Dingguo Gong stayed up all night, but he couldn't stand it today, so he was carried to the side hall to rest. Now, kneeling at the head of the generals is the prince of Dingguo.

Zhou Shangshu knelt in front of Wenchen, and the prince of Xihe knelt at the forefront of the royal family.

A personal soldier quietly came over, knelt beside the prince of Dingguo, and whispered a few words.

Zhao Xiyan's ears were keen, and when he heard the words Murong rebel, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

The prince of Dingguo frowned, his face was calm, and he quickly ordered: "Arrest all the clansmen of the Murong clan into the heavenly prison, and search for those who are close to the Murong family one by one. We must find Murong Shen!"

The soldiers nodded and retreated.

The prince of Dingguo turned his head and whispered to Zhao Xiyan; "Princess, please rest assured, all the soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion have entered the capital. We are in full pursuit. Murong Shen has no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth."

A chill flashed in Zhao Xiyan's eyes, nodded, didn't make a sound, and turned his head back.