Bastard’s Resurgence

The palace of Liangzhou was once the most prominent place in Liangzhou, and the power center of the entire northwest was located here. In the old days, there was an endless stream of civil servants and generals at all levels entering and leaving the palace, so that the street at the main entrance of the palace was very bustling and lively.

The most expensive jewelry stores in Liangzhou and even the entire northwest, the most famous money houses, the most prestigious restaurants, and the best green buildings are all on this street.

But now this street has become extremely deserted, and even the busy palaces of the past are left in the cold. The high red walls of the palace are covered with moss, and the decadent weather is like today's Song Naifeng Wang in the northwest. When he grows old, he gradually declines. The metabolism of the new city is a natural law that cannot be changed since ancient times.

Song Wenhua walked to the gate of the palace and looked at the two bluestone lions in front of the palace. The mighty lions of the past are now full of decadence and sloppy. Looking at the big gilt characters at the gate of the palace, they are also depressed in the setting sun. .

Song Wenhua sighed, tears bursting into his eyes, and said: "These days, my eldest brother and I only care about making Xiao Qiang between my brothers, fighting in the small city of Bullet Land and fighting to death and death. As a result, even the father's palace is ignored! At this time! His father must be very lonely in the depths of the palace, hey..."

Song Wenhua's sigh was full of sorrow in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a sense of imminent end. Only at this point did he realize that what he saw in his eyes was so decadent and desolate.

Even if it was just a day ago, could he see it all? At that time, he was full of ambition and ambitious, and he only wanted to climb the sky in one step, and take the entire northwest in his own hands. At that time, could he see the decadence and decline of the palace?

The regrets in his heart converged into extremely lonely and despairing. Song Wenhua walked directly from the palace to Yin'an Hall. On Yin'an Hall, Song Naifeng was sitting on a chair, with white hair and dense wrinkles on his face. There was no expression on that weather-beaten face. So stupid.

Song Wenhua entered the door, knelt in front of Song Naifeng without saying a word, and started crying. The surrounding eunuchs and court ladies looked at him, and the Dong Er clan behind Song Naifeng looked at him. This picture was so real but beautiful. The horn of the offensive outside the city sounded, and Song Wensong's army slammed into the sky.

"I knew today, why bother?" Song Naifeng said eight words, Song Wenhua raised his head and stared at his father, then bowed his head again and burst into tears.

"Where is the boss?"

Song Wenhua shook his head and said, "I don't know, the eldest brother disappeared after the defeat of Yincheng! I sent Qin Yezong to look for him. Qin Yezong has not come back yet, I'm afraid it's more fortunate than ever!"

Song Naifeng sneered and said, "If you are not so anxious, then I think your eldest brother died early, and Liangzhou will not be so empty now! Liangzhou can't hold it, let's go if you can't hold it, and you will survive. It works. Just like your eldest brother, he won’t go back to Liangzhou after the defeat and escape. Although he is embarrassed at this time, he can still live. It’s better to die than to live..."

Song Wenhua shouted: "Father!"

"You...do you really have the heart to let your son die? Even if you make a lot of mistakes, that's your flesh and blood! My eldest brother and I have escaped from now on. I'm afraid that we won't be able to escape from the third child's evil hands in the end. We are dead after all!"

Song Wenhua shouted loudly, these words almost came out of his heart, hysterical, hoarse, look at his appearance, the blue veins on the neck are exposed, it is very shocking!

Song Naifeng stared at Song Wenhua motionless. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, tears flowing everywhere.

I don’t care, but I can’t do anything. If I knew today, why bother? He said this not only to Song Wenhua, but also to himself.

He suddenly found that he had been wrong in formulating the heir's strategy from the beginning. After this mistake, he made mistakes again and again, and it has been irreparable until now.

If the Northwest is regarded as a carriage, then this carriage is no longer in Song Naifeng's grasp. If the Northwest is regarded as a huge ship, the rudder stock of this huge ship is not in his hands, Song Naifeng.

Song Naifeng had never been old before, nor did he think that he would grow old so quickly, but the reality came so fast, and one failure would kill him. Although he is alive now, there is still a good life in the past. The style of the first fierce general?

The general is old like that twilight beauty, and all that is left is boundless loneliness and depression.

"The city is broken, the city is broken! The city is broken!"

Suddenly someone outside | shouted, such a shout was very frightening, and then I heard deafening shouts not far away, long horns, fierce fighting, and the fear in the palace was also spreading, and many eunuchs , The maid, and the guards were all panicked. Several old eunuchs rushed in from the outside, and they didn't even care about the etiquette of seeing the prince.

They knelt on the ground one after another, crying and crying: "My lord, the thief has broken the city! My lord, I have no worries about leaving the green hills without firewood!"

Song Naifeng didn't say a word, her lips pressed tightly, and Dong Er's hands behind her were on his shoulders, and her hands were cold and cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Song Wenhua suddenly stood up and ran out desperately like a madman, shouting as he ran: "Come here, come here, hurry up, help my son to get on the horse, my son is going out of the city to kill the enemy, my son is going out of the city to kill the enemy!"

Song Wenhua's cry was weird, and gradually his voice became farther and farther away, and disappeared!

The palace was in chaos, and many courageous eunuchs and court ladies had quietly cleaned up and slipped out. The wall fell down and everyone pushed, and now the palace is about to change its owner, who knows what Song Wensong will do after he arrives in Liangzhou?

Maybe the entire royal mansion can't let him rest assured. All he needs is an order that everyone inside and outside the royal mansion can be directly bloodbathed by him. Who can escape at that time? There is only a dead end.

At this time, Song Wensong had already attacked the east gate. After the army broke through the city, it was like a broken bamboo, sweeping all the way from east to west, almost without encountering many obstacles.

In fact, although Song Wenhua is weak in his hands, he is not without strength. He still has 20,000 horses! It's just that Song Wensong came too fast and too eagerly, and Song Wenhua didn't have time to let more than 20,000 people unfold. The more important point is that the hearts of the people in Liangzhou City have collapsed.

Song Wensong took a two-pronged approach, putting tremendous pressure on Liangzhou on the one hand, and on the other hand spreading a message to all forces in Liangzhou, telling them that if they can remain neutral, after Liangzhou City is broken, the interests of the powerful and powerful will remain the same.

If not, whoever dares to block it, the time to break the city is the time to destroy the gate. On the one hand, Song Wensong was lured, and on the other hand threatened. Liangzhou City's slightly more powerful powerhouse was unwilling to fight a gamble that would inevitably be lost. Under such circumstances, Liangzhou City's break was a matter of course.

"San Gongzi, the city is broken! Don't take the lead. Don't worry, brothers are well-measured. What you have to do now is to return to the handsome account and wait seriously for the victory of Liangzhou. Besides, you don't need to do anything, San Gongzi, do you understand?" Di Qinghai leaned over.

Song Wensong was in a good mood today, and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, everything is subject to Mr.'s arrangements, today I will be an idler!

Listen carefully, there must be no one to be arrested, but no one in the royal palace of the father can offend. Those who dare to disobey will be killed! "

The generals left, and Song Wensong glanced at the towering double-eave roof of the palace not far away. His heart had become surging beyond containment.

He has been waiting for this day for too long, until his hair is completely gray. The young general who traveled in the northwest in the vertical|horizontal | Countless difficulties and obstacles, finally, he is about to get what he wants.

In the palace at this time, everyone in Yin'an Hall had gone out, and only Song Naifeng and Dong Er clan remained in Nuo Da's hall.

Dong Er said: "Master, you... why don't you give those things to Wenhua?"

Song Naifeng opened his eyes swiftly, his eyes were frightened, his tone was cold, and he said, "What can women and Taoists know? This king has already said, I knew this before, why bother? When things have come to this point, everything is God’s will. Since my destiny is hard to violate, what is Song Naifeng for me? Nothing!"

The Donger clan stopped speaking. After a long time, she said again: "According to yesterday’s report, Binzhou City has been completely taken down by the Third Young Master, and Binzhou has fallen into the hands of the Northwest. However, the Central Plains Army is still precarious. I'm afraid Gyeonggi will collapse!"

Song Naifeng chuckled and said, "Tan Lei is also a person of the same name as this king, but the evening scene is more miserable than this king. This is all fate, can the manpower be changed?"

Dong Er said: "Master, isn't it the shame of Liaodong that you are cherishing? If you want to shame Liaodong's defeat, Tan Lei has to do it. This person is still quite powerful. If Tan Lei lives, our hopes will be much greater. ."

Song Naifeng smiled again and said: "I, Song Naifeng, have never counted on others to do anything in my life. I can't even count on my own son. Should I still count on this surnamed Tan?

The Northwest must stand out, the Northwest must break the situation, and the defeat of Liaodong must be shameful. This can only be done by ourselves, and only by ourselves can we accomplish the grand cause.

Okay, this day is bustling and noisy, Dong Er, I am a little tired, help me down to rest! "

Dong Er's said: "Master, Liangzhou City has been broken..."

"If you don’t break or stand, break and then stand, what's the fuss? Liangzhou City is broken, and then the city’s defenses should be reinforced, and it will become invincible in the future. So and so, you stupid woman can’t understand, well, neither will I Say it, let's go!"

Dong Er's pushed Song Naifeng out of Yin'an Temple, walked into the garden behind, and finally returned to Song Naifeng's living room, where Song Naifeng fell asleep deeply under the service of Dong Er's...