The invulnerability of fast wear

That night, Yan Song didn't get a good night's sleep.

Not long after he left, a military officer with a sword in a flying fish suit appeared in the sky prison. Besides, there was also a "prisoner" who looked like a man.

The person Wu Xie was waiting for finally came.

……

The East Palace did not rest, and the soldiers and armor were all opened.

The palace change lasted for three full days, entering the inner city from the outer city, and then exiting the inner city, but finally ended under the cavalry of the five cities.

There are thousands of households in Gyeonggi, and the doors and windows are closed.

The shouting and killing shouted from dusk to dawn, and as the sun rose eastward, it was gradually extinguished in a ray of light at the junction of heaven and earth, and finally disappeared into a traceless fog, leaving only traces of redness all over the ground.

In the Wenhua Hall, the prince had killed himself with a sword and died under the imperial case. The portraits of sages and sages were stained with blood, the colorful gauze in the hall fluttered, the scales of the mountain armor shone in the light, and the man held a Yanling knife, the tip of which was as vermilion as tears. drop.

He looked at the person standing in the colorful gauze with a gloomy expression.

The armor still has the air of killing, especially in the confrontation, it is more vivid to visualize this kind of killing. The blades are facing each other, but no one makes a move, and even the breathing seems so slight and inaudible.

"Your Highness." Perhaps because he hadn't slept all night, the man's voice sounded a little hoarse, "I'm offended."

"offend?"

With the hand that lifted the colored gauze still holding the square jade piece, Yan Song stepped out of the mist, smiled meaningfully, and asked:

"Commander Wu, the crown prince has already been put to death, but the [-] armored soldiers deployed outside your palace have not withdrawn. Do you want to save him—or kill the king?"

"I just want to protect His Highness's safety." The lock armor made a soft sound, and Wu Xie clasped his fists, "It's noisy here, please move to Jingyang Palace, and I will apologize to you after I have finished handling these chores."

The smile on the young man's lips faded away, and the blood-stained soldiers stepped forward quickly, clattering and surrounding him, and the man warned:

"His Royal Highness is a body of gold, don't let anyone hurt him."

A group of soldiers led the way, and in the backlight, Wu Xie met the indifferent gaze. The amber was like honey, but it was no longer as clear as last night. Even though his heart was beating like a drum, he understood that when things came to an end Now, it is impossible to turn back.

Bai Ting, who was wearing Shan Wenjia, entered in a hurry, and just passed by Yan Song who was walking out slowly. When the two met, they only paused for a moment, and then saw the clear understanding from each other's faces.

It's just that in this kind of understanding, the mixed emotions are very different.

"My lord, His Highness Six is ​​already waiting outside."

Bai Ting held his sword and cupped his hands, the trace of hesitation between the man's brows due to emotion instantly disappeared from the corners of his raised eyes, his pupils were like spots of paint, and a cold light flashed out:

"Bring him in."

Not long after, Bai Ting brought in a person, but this person was quite different from the rumored sixth prince who was gentle and well-mannered.

Not to mention the blood splashing on half of the body, he was only wearing the inner garment, not even the hair crown, and there was a dragon-shaped hairpin on his arm, which looked like it was dug out from the pile of corpses. tolerance.

His eyes are the same as his father's and brother's. Under the early sun, they look like shining golden amber, with extremely high transparency. Looking closely, his facial features are somewhat similar to Yan Song's, but they are more delicate and soft. After losing the tough lines on the outline , It's so beautiful that it makes people's eyes dazzle.

After all, the old emperor is an out-and-out face control, no wonder he dotes on him like this.

"what's your name."

The tall man was folding up the white tissue paper left by the sutra banquet to wipe the bright red blade, his squinting eyes were colder than a bone scraping knife, and when his thin lips were lightly parted, there was a natural coolness.

During the rustling, the royal noble who was thrown on the ground swallowed a little, and before he had time to rebuke, he was dazzled by the raised blade.

"Yan, Yan'an."

After all, he endured the humiliation and gave an answer.

"Yan'an." The man seemed to be grinding between his teeth, "Do you know what this is?"

The blade slashed in front of Yan An, for a few moments, he almost thought he was going to be killed, but he saw the bright white blade pointed at the ancient lacquer table, on which there was a scroll of yellow imperial decree, with cinnabar seeping into the silk, by Red to brown.

"This is... Father's... you, you killed it!" After realizing what it was, Yan'an suddenly became agitated, "You are a traitor and traitor, how dare you!"

"Of course I dare not."

Interrupting the other party lightly, the man's tone carried an undeniable strength:

"But the prince dares, otherwise, where do you think this imperial decree came from?"

"...What about big brother, where is he?" Yan'an finally sensed something was wrong.

The corner of the man's lips curled into a smile, and he turned his body slightly so that the beautiful prince could see clearly the corpse crawling under the imperial case, as well as the blood-stained Shang Fang sword that fell on the ground and was bestowed on the prince by the emperor himself. .

"Your elder brother was about to kill His Majesty to ascend the throne, but unfortunately, he was so close that he was stopped by you."

"By...by..." The young man who hadn't fully regained his composure looked dazed, and asked in a daze, "Stopped by me?"

"Yes, I was stopped by you." Looking condescendingly at the person kneeling on the ground, Wu Xie raised his chin with the back of his knife, "After today, you will be the master of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, our Majesty—how about it?" , Do you feel very happy and looking forward to it?"

"You want to help the hall ascend the throne..." Yan'an was obviously stunned by the big cake that fell from the sky, but the cold jaw quickly woke him up, "Wu Xie, what is your purpose!"

"Purpose?" The man laughed and lowered his voice, "There are too many, which one do you think I should talk about first?"

The blade was slowly lifted up, and the young man had to be forced to lean back. The back blade gave off a slight cold light in his eyes. Just one such move made the words he was about to say slip back into his stomach, and he could only listen to the other party slowly. typical:

"First of all, you want to marry Yan Lingwei. But after all, she is my younger sister's favorite, and she is a princess. She must not be an ordinary concubine, at least she must be a queen."

Turning the tip of the blade, he patted the opponent's shivering neck lightly for a moment. Wu Xie looked into the pair of ambers with an unbelievable expression, and he had a little understanding in his heart, and continued:

"Secondly, this time the prince forced the palace, it was suppressed by the army led by Ma Si from the five cities. I want you to rehabilitate me, and you must also make me a one-word side-by-side king when I ascend the throne."

"You are dreaming!"

His Royal Highness, who was shrunk like a quail before, suddenly became excited when he heard this, and was so excited that he even forgot that his life was still in the hands of others:

"Wu Xie, let's not talk about whether you can afford the honor of being a king with a different surname, just based on your actions today, this hall is enough to execute you for the crime of treason, and it is a kindness to let you go, not to mention— —”

The white cotton paper was torn apart in the flash of silver light, and the blood-smelling wind sent it to the four corners of the inner hall. Several pieces brushed the side of Yan'an's face and fell on his untrimmed hair. Looking at him, he asked indifferently:

"What kind of place do you think this is, market market? Can you still bargain?"

"I, this hall, even if I die here today, I will never agree to such ridiculous conditions!" Perhaps angered by this contemptuous attitude, this highness finally showed the character that the royal family should have, "If you want to be a king with a different surname, You are dreaming!"

"It seems that His Highness the Sixth Highness must be sent to the prison to be sober." He looked up lightly, and the man sheathed his knife, "Your Highness, don't worry about whether Wu is dreaming. Could it be that the late Emperor lacks a prince like you? There are a lot of people on this dragon chair, since you don't want to, then Wu has to find someone else."

"Wu Xie, you just occupied the imperial city for a while, thinking that you can cover the sky with one hand! Waiting for the vassal kings to send troops, you will surely die!"

"I don't need to worry about that." The thin lips outlined a beautiful curve, and the man's eyes were shining brightly, "Without you, there is still the Fourth Highness, with his character, he will definitely agree to my conditions—whether it is marriage or not." Ling Wei, please make me a king with a different surname."

"You actually... you are such a wolf-hearted thing! Ah Wei treats you with all her heart, but you want to marry her to someone she doesn't love. It's a waste of her affection!" The man raised by the soldiers roared. He said, "Wu Xie, you will definitely regret it, if you dare to treat her like this, you will definitely regret it!"

"Instead of worrying about others, it's better to worry about yourself." After straightening his wrist armor, Wu Xie returned to his indifferent expression, "If His Royal Highness ascends the throne, in order to prevent me from supporting others to ascend the throne, I will definitely solve your future troubles first, although it is a pity, But he is the future His Majesty after all, so I still have to give him some face."

Having said that, he added another sentence in a vicious way:

"Yan'an, do you think so?"

These words probably hit the heart of the heart, the sixth prince who was struggling violently before stopped as if suddenly awakened, the highly transparent pupils of Jinmi shrank slightly, and there was only a coolness in his eyes.

He is very clear that if he really agrees to the other party's conditions and then ascends the throne, in order to ensure orthodoxy, it is even more necessary to cut the grass and roots, and there will be no mercy-if it is someone else, it will naturally be the same.

"Ah, by the way, there is also your mother, Concubine Li." The man looked down at him calmly, "Your Majesty passed away, she must be very sad at the moment, but fortunately there is still a son, after all, according to the law of the court, She can at least avoid the pain of being buried, and live abroad with you, but if there is something wrong with you."

The man hadn't finished speaking, but the coerced person was about to collapse. Yan'an's beautiful face was full of tears. He struggled and tore, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the guards. He was dragged from the inside of the palace to the outside of the palace, crying Shouting and cursing almost overwhelmed the voices of proclamations, but they couldn't shake the resolve of the executors at all.

The wailing and scolding gradually faded away, and the herald who was trotting with his head bowed did not look sideways, and immediately bowed his knees and saluted after entering the hall, and clasped his fists to report:

"My lord, the Minister of the Cabinet is asking for an audience outside the palace gate, saying that... he is worried about His Majesty's safety."

"Come just in time—tell them that His Majesty was frightened and saw no one." Tapping the handle of the knife twice, the man said, "The Sixth Highness is also injured and is staying in the palace to recuperate. I want them to rest assured. See you in a few days."

The herald took the order to go, Wu Xie opened the map in his mind, walked towards Jingyang Palace, Bai Ting hurriedly caught up and asked about the arrangements for the follow-up matters.

Now that the emperor is dead and the crown prince is gone, his chief officer wants to cover up the news of His Majesty's death and keep the funeral secret. He doesn't know the reason for this, so it's better for him to ask clearly before he can arrange the task.

Outside the gate of Jingyang Palace, Bai Ting had a general understanding of the matter, and looked at the cold courtyard inside the palace gate in awe. He turned around and hurried back to dispatch various matters, but Wu Xie stepped into the courtyard and raised his hand to signal The guards don't need to salute, they stand still outside the courtyard gate.

Just when everyone was full of doubts, they saw this tall general in mountain armor clearing his throat in a low voice, then suddenly tossed his robe, knelt down and said:

"Chen Wu Xie, please see Your Highness."

As if afraid that the people inside might not hear clearly, he repeated it loudly.

"...Why should Commander Wu be polite." A cold response came from inside, "Now, there are people inside and outside the palace that you can't see?"

"It was just a last resort to offend His Highness in Wenjing Palace. I know that I have committed a crime, so I have the courage to come to see His Highness. I hope His Highness will give me a chance to explain."

The guards were all puzzled, watching helplessly as the boss who was still domineering when he suppressed the palace suddenly changed his temper, and his expression was so sincere that they, who knew him, felt that the other party was definitely a loyal minister, even though the boss's previous behavior was not half as loyal as a loyal minister. dime relationship.

The people inside didn't answer right away, they seemed to be thinking about something, and when they spoke again, there was an air of calm and prestige in their tone:

"Come in."

Seeing this man shaking the ashes on his knee armor, patting around to make sure there was nothing wrong with his overall demeanor, he happily pushed the door open and walked in with a girlish lightness in his steps.

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