"General Lu, I told you early in the morning that the saint must have his arrangements."

Lu Jinghu and the eldest princess have been separated for many years, and there is a lot of hatred and resentment between the husband and wife, all because of a pair of children and the identity of the eldest princess, which has barely been maintained until now. In order to deal with Han Kerang, who had always been vigilant, Lu Jinghu was invited to join the scheme, and lobbied for the reason that he was the same person who was the plotter back then, and promised that the matter would be successful, and he would kill the shrew to vent his anger for him. However, although Lu Jinghu and the eldest princess are not on good terms, they do not hate this, and recently because of their daughter, the relationship between the couple has eased a lot compared to before, and they have no intention of causing trouble. He also knew the temperament of his brothers, and he had already let himself know that if he didn't agree, he would incur disaster, so he pretended to take refuge.

Wang Zhang, Lu Jinghu, Zhang Zhe and dozens of others were all captured and knelt outside the hall. The sound of the battle subsided, and the remaining ministers in the hall finally settled down completely, and after tidying up their appearances, they lined up again and saluted the emperor.

"Xuandong stayed in Pei Ji's upper hall——"

Zhao Zhongfang faced the ministers, looked in the direction of the palace gate, and preached loudly.

When this name, which had disappeared in the Xuanzheng Hall for nearly twenty years, sounded again at this moment, the ministers couldn't help but be surprised again, and they followed one after another, turning their heads to look.

Outside the hall, in a whitening morning light, under the guidance of the palace eunuch, a blue-gray vigorous figure gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

He seemed to have just arrived from a long distance, and without even changing his clothes, he entered the palace gate, and walked along the wide and straight palace road where blood was still flowing between the cracks of the tiles.

As he drew nearer, the prisoners kneeling on the steps outside the temple recognized him and wept loudly. Some shouted that Pei Gong saved his life, and some complained that they were coerced and had to obey. He paused slightly, his gaze swept over the familiar or unfamiliar faces, and finally, he looked up at Wang Zhang, who was looking up in surprise, for a moment, and then, Wang Zhang's expression turned gloomy and laughed.

"Ten years of Huaxu dreams, a hundred years of world is empty. Twenty years ago, I watched you go out of Chang'an, and at that time I thought that I had seen the bottom of the rest of my life at a glance. I didn't expect that seeing you again today would be like this. After all, I still think too highly of myself, forgetting that His Majesty holds the Heavenly Sword in his hand, like thunder and lightning. Even you, Huang Ai Xiaosuo for twenty years, are now willing to return, driven by him......"

Wang Zhangmeng struggled to get up from the ground, pounced on a Yu Lin'er who was guarding nearby, and plunged straight into the knife held by Yu Lin'er's neck, the blade penetrated his throat, and he fell to the ground. On the tiles of the palace road in front of him, there was gradually a blood stain.

Pei Ji closed his eyes, turned around slowly, left the crying behind him, and continued to move forward.

He ascended the palace steps, and under the breath-holding gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes on the left and right, he walked to the center of the main hall and bowed to the emperor behind the golden horde.

Zhao Zhongfang read out two holy decrees.

The first way, from now on, promoted Pei Ji to the Central Taiwan Order, crowned Taifu, and ranked first among the prime ministers.

Second, Xin'an King Li Yu was born in the royal family, with good quality and good qualifications, and can be the position of the emperor's grandson, in order to inherit the unification, defend the country and the state, and represent the herdsmen of the sky.

This edict will be announced to the world at the sacrifice of prisoners, and the salty envoy will hear about it.

Those who should participate in today's turmoil shall be sentenced to death and beheaded along with the condemned prisoners on the day of the prisoner's sacrifice to correct the law of the country.

In the stunned and awakened courtiers, the palace eunuch lifted the golden chariot, and the emperor retreated and left.

Chapter 154

The golden tent fell, and the inner and outer worlds were cut off, and the emperor slowly leaned on the chariot, and the eyes of the two sides were like lightning, and there was no light.

He closed his eyelids slightly, as if he was pretending to sleep, and listened to the palace eunuch's carriage, walking on the palace road in the early morning.

The sound of the sword intersecting at dawn had already passed away, and the blood in the palace had gradually dissipated.

The dawn was white, and in the depths of the quiet and uninhabited palace road, there were one or two crisp chirps of spring doves. In the cool morning breeze through the palace garden, the dew rolled on the green branches and leaves of the cinnamon planted next to the palace road. The chariot was lifted from under the branch, and a drop fell on the emperor's forehead.

Zhao Zhongfang, who was following alongside, immediately took a plain towel, reached over, and delicately wiped away the traces of water. The man in the chariot remained motionless, as if he were asleep in the morning breeze. After finishing the rubbing, Zhao Zhongfang looked at the lifter, and the two of them understood and quickened their pace.

"What about Ye Zhongli?"

Suddenly, the emperor's eyelids tugged and asked in a low voice.

After that night, at dawn, Ye Zhongli went with Ding Baiya's bones.

"The old slave stayed to no avail, and sent him out of the palace with a horse. His Majesty had not yet woken up, so he did not inform ......"

Zhao Zhongfang responded carefully.

The Emperor stared, as if listening to a distant voice coming from a certain direction.

Since his eyes were suffering from green and the imperial doctor's treatment was useless, the emperor's ears became more and more intelligent than before. When he has nothing to do, he often sits alone in front of the small window, and in the afternoon when there is no wind, a few dead leaves fall from the branches in front of the window, and he can often count them.

"I want to go over and sit down." The Emperor said.

He turned around and passed in front of the ruins of the Yong'an Temple, and traveled all the way to the depths of the liquid pool, stopping in front of the old apricot tree.

The morning breeze swept the branches, a tree bloomed, and fluttered, like a late spring twilight snow.

The Emperor sat in front of the tree for a long time, took out an object wrapped in Ropari from his deep bosom, held it in his palm, held it for a long time, and slowly handed it over.

"Leave it to him." The Emperor whispered.

Zhao Zhongfang was stunned, and a little surprise appeared in his eyes. In hesitation, he raised his hand, but did not take it immediately.

"Your Majesty......" his voice trembled slightly.

"Why are you crying?" The emperor turned his face, and the two gazes accurately stopped on the face of the old palace eunuch.

"Old slave...... The old slave did not cry. ”

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

"Do as I say." He said in a low voice.

"Yes, the old slave will send someone to catch up!"

The old palace eunuch raised his sleeve and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, carefully took it, turned around, and limped away.

Another gust of wind passed, and the large flowers were overwhelmed by the wind and flew down the branches.

Spring is coming to an end.

A light falling flower, like snow, floated leisurely, silently, and stopped on one of the emperor's sleeves.

His other hand flickered, and then, groping, finally, touched this fallen flower.

He picked it up. In the fresh, juicy stamens, he smelled a familiar fragrance from the old days.

"Ah Jing. Ah Jing. ”

Falling towards the end of his fingers, the emperor softly called out a name.

"It's coming, it's coming. And one last thing, wait for me to explain......"

The Emperor lowered the corners of his eyes and muttered.

……

A ray of fish-white dawn broke through the gloomy darkness, reflecting Li Yan's extremely stiff figure.

The sharp whistles resounded through the forest, which was a signal from Li Yan's subordinates to call for Tibetan soldiers. Thousands of sleeping mountain birds were frightened, left their nests and rushed into the sky, flying around the mountain, and flying dumb and dumb all over the sky. The cronies who answered him protected him in the middle and retreated along the Qinglong River in the direction of the mountain.

Pei Xiaoyuan didn't chase after him, he stopped on horseback and watched Li Yan rush to an arched bridge in front of him under the support of everyone, and then a group of people stopped on the bridge again.

On the opposite side, a group of men and horses were already lined up under the bridge, bows and crossbows were fully deployed, ready to attack.

"Your Highness, don't panic! We still have a few thousand! They will be here to receive His Highness right away! It's a big deal! We are all people who have received the favor of the crown prince, we protect His Highness, His Highness will definitely be able to kill him! ”

His cronies whispered sonorous vows in his ear, and they hugged him back from the bridge and into the stream beside him.

The water of the Wei River, going around Chang'an to the east, flows into Cangshan, and together with the spring tide, it merges into this Qinglong River that blocks Li Yan's way.

The current hit Li Yan's legs and feet, wetting his robe, he was wrapped in people, and went against the current to the middle of the stream, the water overflowed his waist and chest, and he stumbled and was swept into the whirlpool. He was swayed by the sudden rush of water, like a drunken man.

Another splash of water poured over his neck and face, into his mouth and nose. He seemed to have tasted a faint watery taste peculiar to the Wei River, which reminded him of his youth. It was also such a spring day, he led a group of Yulin athletes to carry wine and horses by the Wei River overgrown with green grass. The horses were jubilant, and the feathers were holding their bows and whips, and they were singing indulgently.

Tears burst into his eyes and he stopped abruptly. No matter how the people around you call and push, they will not move.

"Let's go! Go yourselves! Leave me alone! He hissed.

"Your Highness!"

At the sound of pleading voices from those behind him, he turned.

The man in the water went ashore.

With the sound of rushing water, the sound of sword fighting and bows and arrows neighing sounded behind him. People died one after another, their bodies floating in the water, and blood gushing in clumps and staining the surface of the river.

As if he was unconscious, he waded ashore step by step, walked back wet, kept walking, and stopped in front of Pei Xiaoyuan.

"Is it Amei?" His gaze fell on Pei Xiaoyuan's back.

There was a car parked there, the curtain hanging silently, and the door of the car was closed.

"Sister!" He raised his voice and shouted into the carriage.

"Just leave Chang'an, don't come back!"

"I'm doing it for your own good."

"I promised Yin Niang not to hurt you. You and I are hostile today, and even if you do this to me, I cannot break the promise I made to her. ”

His face was moist and pale, and after saying this, a sad and crooked smile surfaced.

"Sister, Brother only asks you for one thing, please throw my bones in the quagmire where she was buried, and then there I will burn a stick of incense for her. In this life, she is the person I am most sorry for. Alive, I can't protect her, I can't be with her, and now that I'm dead, I can finally sleep with her. ”

The curtain remained unmoving, and there was no echo in the car.

At this time, Yuan Zhi hurriedly came and said to Pei Xiaoyuan: "Fang Cai's subordinates came to report that all Li Yan's men were charged, but Li Meng was not found, he did not know his whereabouts, according to those people, they had never seen Li Meng, and he should not have accompanied Li Yan on this trip." In addition, no one knows what the colt is looking for. ”

When Liu Ceye was planning to make trouble, the Taoist priest Chen Xuhe, who had caused the fire and thunder, fled quickly and did not return to the case immediately. At that time, I only thought that he had made more than a dozen fire thunders, all of which were accepted by Pei Xiaoyuan. The Taoist priest is a hidden danger, so he naturally won't let it go, and Yuan Zhi has been sending people to arrest him since then. At the beginning of the year, I finally got a clue and caught the old way hidden in the deep mountains of Zhongnan. In order to save his life, Lao Dao confessed one thing, and he actually created more than 30 fire mines. It's just that the first batch of eighteen pieces was inexplicably stolen. He was afraid of many things at the time, so he hid it and did not tell Liu Ceye and others the truth.

Hearing this news, combined with the scene on the night of the breakthrough of Da Che City, it is naturally not difficult to associate. So today, finding the stolen fire thunder is also a top priority.

Pei Xiaoyuan's expression was solemn and turned to Li Yan: "Where did Li Meng go?" Did he steal the fire thunder? What else do you want to do? ”

Li Yan raised his hand, stroked the sword scar on his face, looked at him, and seemed to smile: "Pei Er, if you want to kill, you will kill." If you become a king or lose, why do you need to say more? ”

Suddenly, there was a sound of squirming skirts on the blue oil car, and a slender jade hand poked out from the gap in the curtain, and then a woman bent out from behind the curtain.

When Yuan Zhi saw it, he subconsciously walked up and stretched out his hand to help him.

She didn't take over, she stepped on a pestle under the hem of the car and walked down.

The face of the moon, the eyebrows of the distant mountains, the smoke and the eyes are like snow. She looked much less than before, however, how could Li Yan not recognize it.

"Yin Niang?!"

Li Yan blurted out, his eyes wide.

His face showed an expression of extreme surprise and disbelief.

"Are you still alive? You didn't die in that moor? ”

The wind swept Wei Yinniang's skirt. She walked slowly towards the stunned Li Yan.

"Yes, I'm not dead. After you left that day, when I was about to die, it was Pei Langjun who pulled me out and saved my life. ”

Li Yan looked at the woman in front of him blankly.

"You hate me, don't you?" After a while, he muttered.

"So, since then, you haven't sent me the slightest message, I thought you were ......"