At this time, in the apse, Zhou Zijian and Dandan had already turned around on horseback, wanting to break out of the encirclement, and they were facing Murong Jielie.

Murong Jielie's body stood tall and vertical, and the Netherworld carried a fierce hurricane towards Zhou Zijian.

Zhou Zijian raised Shen Xue with both hands and slammed into the netherworld.

With an earth-shattering bang, Murong Jielie's body was shaken and turned over, and he withdrew a foot away. And the war horse under Zhou Zijian's crotch was shocked to the front hooves into the air, and Zhou Zijian and Dandan almost fell off their horses.

Murong Jielie was taken aback, the other party's sword path was strong, and he was obviously inferior. But his heart flashed, and he trembled lightly and went straight to Dandan after Zhou Zi's fitness.

Zhou Zijian flicked his horse, Shen Xue protected Dandan, and the two swords burst into dazzling sparks again in the darkness. The corners of Murong Jielie's mouth sneered, and the netherworld swept across Zhou Zijian's waist.

Hearing only the sound of "whoop", Zhou Zijian's white robe was cut open by the netherworld, and a book fell to the ground. Zhou Zijian frowned, and rushed out of the hundred gardens with a mention of the war horse.

At this time, the officers and soldiers guarding the Hundred Gardens had long been out of formation, Zhou Zijian waved Shen Xue, cut down two officers and soldiers, and the war horse under his crotch rushed away along the gap.

Murong Jielie didn't pay attention to the dropped book. When he saw Zhou Zijian running, he pursed his lips and hurried to the apse.

In the darkness, a black shadow floated down, gently picked up the book on the ground, held it in his arms, and then floated into the darkness again.

Murong Jielie came to the apse and found that the crown prince, the fourth Beile Yinzhen, and the thirteenth Beizi Yinxiang were all holding swords and protecting Kangxi, not knowing what they were saying. A group of palace maids and eunuchs each took brooms, floating dust, burning sticks and other various objects, and surrounded Kangxi and others in the middle.

Murong Jielie hurriedly knelt on his knees, kowtowed, and said, "See Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Four Beylers, and Thirteen Beyles." Your Majesty, how are you? ”

When Kangxi saw Murong Jielie, his slightly frightened face gradually calmed down a lot: "Commander Murong, you are here." Great, what's going on out there?"

Murong Jielie hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the third prince of fake Zhu and other remnants of the imperial court are attacking the Hundred Gardens outside. ”

A trace of anger immediately appeared on Kangxi's face: "Where is General Fengyi and Princess Chunyu?"

Murong Jielie said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Princess Chunyu has already sent someone to respond, and she will soon be able to catch this group of court criminals." However, Your Majesty, this place is dangerous, and it is not advisable to stay for a long time, so it is better to take you and the princes out of this place. ”

Kangxi nodded frequently: "But I don't know where I want to go?"

Murong Jielie's eyes rolled slightly: "According to the humble opinion, it is better for Your Majesty to go to the Yamen of Yangzhou Prefect." ”

Kangxi slapped his thigh: "Just according to Aiqing's words." ”

Under the protection of Murong Jielie, everyone had just left the apse, only to hear a loud sound of the earth cracking and the sky collapsing, and the roof of the apse immediately flew into the sky. Immediately afterwards, thunder roared in the hundred gardens, the pillars were broken, the towers collapsed, and the temples collapsed. The Hundred Gardens instantly burst into flames and smoke.

Kangxi was so frightened that his face was pale, lying on the ground, trembling all over, and his legs could not move for half a minute.

Murong Jielie saw the explosives flying wildly everywhere, and the flames were steaming, and he didn't care about the great gifts of the monarch and ministers. As soon as he leaned over, he picked up Kangxi and fled north. The crown prince Yinren, the fourth Beile Yinzhen, and the thirteenth elder brother Yinxiang hurriedly followed Murong Jielie and fled outside.

Before the officers and soldiers outside the Hundred Gardens and the bandits under Zhu Cihuan could figure out what was going on, they were blown up by mines and artillery, and they wailed everywhere. Nangong Weiman and Zhuge Qinglin were startled and hurriedly retreated. Ruan Mosheng, Tu Chengyan and the others ran back. The Ghost Dao Man, Murong Changqing and the others immediately stopped and quickly retreated.

There were a few more earth-shattering loud noises, Nangong Weiman and the others were swept out of the way by a huge wave of qi, and Zhuge Qinglin, who was extremely light, was also blown up all over the scorched earth, with a black and gray face. In addition to Nangong Weiman, Murong Changqing, Shangguan Yunfei, Shangguan Yunying, and Zhuge Qingyi were all injured to varying degrees. Their clothes were either blown to shreds or burned into countless black holes by the flames. The chic and elegant figures of the past disappeared, leaving behind frightened and deviant faces.

The ghost man is worthy of the name of the ghost road, except for the mine artillery that blew his gossip fairy clothes to pieces, he was not injured in a single body. But Ruan Mosheng, Tu Chengyan and others didn't have such good luck. Except for the few people who had retreated earlier, the rest of the people who were still fighting were shocked to the point that they were spitting blood and were covered in injuries.

Zhu Cihuan was frightened by the rumbling thunder, his face turned pale, and his soul swayed. When Cheng Qiran saw that it was not good, he immediately put Zhu Cihuan on a high-headed horse, and he beckoned to the rest of the people: "Quickly retreat." With that, he got on his horse and headed for the west gate.

Zhu Cihuan's protector and King Kong were injured, but the situation in front of them was critical, so they had to grab the uninjured war horses one after another, and followed Zhu Cihuan to the west gate of Yangzhou.

The helmsman Chen Da saw the countless dead and injured helmsmen, and his tears almost fell. He gritted his teeth, flew on his horse, and rushed west.

The guards and officers guarding the Hundred Gardens died a lot more than Zhu Cihuan's men. After the mines and artillery, the garden became a scorched earth and a sea of fire. There were corpses of officers and horses everywhere, and only a few cavalry were left in the desert and disappeared.

The pure princess of the Jade Phoenix Terrace heard the rumbling thunder in the distance, and was so frightened that the wine glass in her hand fell on the floor with a "dang bang". She glanced out the window, and the direction of the hundred gardens was already in flames. Princess Chunyu couldn't sit still anymore, she didn't stop at all, and took Cheng Haoran and He Wenwan to fly off the Jade Phoenix Terrace. She didn't even look at Chu Jing, she had no time to take care of it. The princess Chun walked out of the gate of the Jade Phoenix Terrace, and with three hundred cavalry, she hurried to the direction of the hundred gardens.

Chun Yu had just left the Jade Phoenix Terrace, and Chu Jinglian immediately took Zhao Yushan and rushed to the backyard of the Jade Phoenix Terrace. Zhao Yushan asked as he walked, "Pavilion Master, what should we do now?"

Chu Jinglian hurriedly said, "Tonight's letter cannon is an hour earlier than planned. I'm afraid that something bad has happened to Dandan. It was too late to light the letter cannons at the east and north gates. Tell all the brethren that they should all escape from Simon tonight, and not one of them will be left behind. ”

After that, Chu Jinglian pulled a war horse with an abnormal horse in the backyard, whipped the horse and headed towards the west gate.

As soon as Chu Jinglian left, three cannons sounded in the sky above the Jade Phoenix Terrace, and the red light bullets streaked across the night sky, illuminating the land of Yangzhou, and finally flew out like pieces of pear petals.

Liu Jingxuan, the prefect of Yangzhou, was resting in the house, and the rumbling thunder from the direction of Baihuayuan woke Liu Jingxuan up instantly. He sat up, his face darkened. He hesitated for a moment, got up, got on his boots, changed into his official uniform, and walked outside.