has become a demon

Zechang 21 years, September 21.

Frost Day.

Emperor Xian pays homage to the mausoleum.

At this time, the days are short and the nights are long, and it is still dark at Yinshi.

However, the civil and military officials in the capital, as well as the feudal officials and clan royals from the surrounding areas who had the emperor's order to return to the capital also got up early in the morning.

From Daming Gate to Deshengmen Gate, the streets have been cleared by the police [Note 1], and the loess has been spread.More than a thousand forbidden troops and accompanying attendants were waiting in front of the Meridian Gate.

Just wait for His Majesty to go out.

The last time Emperor Xian went to visit the Mausoleum of Tianshou Mountain was ten years ago, when Empress Shun Musheng entered the mausoleum.Now that Emperor Xian is old, visiting the mausoleum this time must be the last time in his imperial career.

Everyone knows what that means—

The old and the new are replaced, and the torch is passed on from generation to generation.Daduanchao will usher in a new world, and everyone is looking forward to appearing on the upcoming stage.

"Your Highness, we have to go." Feng An rushed into the house and urged, "The emperor's jade chariot and the guard of honor have been pulled out. The servants and servants are watching from the outside. The Dragon Ball [Note 2] has already left the city, and behind it is the Four Guards Camp. Even the Taoist priests and monks have gone out. Yes, Daoist Ningshan also left the city. There is also a queue of civil and military officials...they come back only after looking at the Banner servants at the end of the queue. If we don't leave, we will be left behind."

At that time Zhao Yuan had already put on the Daoist cloak, sat in the returning nest, listened to Feng An's words, pretended not to have heard the word Ning Shan, and skipped asking: "Can you see my father and elder brother?"

"No." Feng An said, "Right now, all the teams heading towards Deshengmen are out of the city. There are so many people that no one can come in."

"According to the logic, I should have entered the capital to meet the saint yesterday, so why haven't anyone come?" Zhao Yuan pondered.

"Oh master, don't even think about it." Feng An said, "I have already got the news from the imperial army. Yesterday, the policeman closed the city gate early and refused to let you enter the capital. Since Kaiping came here eight Baili Road is too cold to walk fast, so it is not impossible to delay for a day or two. Besides, the prince and His Royal Highness came from the north, so they are waiting on the road to Tianshou Mountain to save trouble, right?"

After Feng An said this, he didn't wait any longer, he called the servants to prepare chariots and horses, took a hand stove, a big hat and other things, pushed them back to the nest and left the yard.

Zhao Yuan wanted to discuss further, but knowing that he couldn't make a decision at this time, he had no choice but to give up.

Soon, a team from King Le'an caught up with Yeling's team, and marched out from Desheng Gate toward the Son of Heaven at the foot of Tianshou Mountain in the northwest corner of Shuntian Mansion [Note 3].

Tianshou Mountain is only a hundred miles away from the capital city, but there are thousands of people in the pilgrimage to the mausoleum, and there are many civil servants and chariots.

The vanguard had already set up the emperor's line on the Dongsha River.

Now the Yeling team is going along the Dongsha River and setting up camp around the emperor. For a while, the white tents and bonfires illuminate the dark valley, and even the rolling and deep Dongsha River becomes very lively.

Zhao Yuan's chariot was hanging at the end of the line, and there were too many nobles from the clan who visited the mausoleum this time, and the clan's mansion ignored him for a while, so Feng An ordered people to set up tents around the perimeter, and set up a stove to light a fire .

Zhao Yuan got out of the tent by himself, and looked into the distance.

In the towering fence, the emperor is located in the big tent under the dragon banner surrounded by the forbidden army.The Prince and King Ning are located further away from the tent of the Son of Heaven.Further away is where the Taoist monks are...

"If the prince comes, we should set up tents over there." Feng An said enviously.

"Is there any news about father and brother?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"The clan's mansion sent Jin Yiwei to meet him. If it arrives, it will be about midnight." Feng An replied to him.

I don't know why, but after listening to Feng An's words, Zhao Yuan felt some unreasonable doubts in his heart: "When I came, I set off early, so how could I be delayed on the way? Did something happen?"

"The king of the county is worrying too much. Since the journey from Kaiping has been smooth, what can happen. Oh, by the way, Han Chuanjun and Lord Han went to Kaiping Weijun half a month ago. It is reasonable to return to Beijing to return to his command, but he didn't come back. Maybe it was a coincidence and come back."

After Feng An finished speaking, Zhao Yuan finally felt a little more at ease.

Han Chuanjun made his fortune in Yizhou. When he was a county magistrate, he organized a team of thousands of people to hand over bandits. Later, he served as a supervisory censor.

Even if such a big official in Xinjiang did not return on time, and his father and brother from Kaiping did not arrive, it seems that there is no need to worry about it.

After the meal, after a while, the whole camp became quiet.

The lights in the tents all over the mountains and plains were dim.

Countless flags and banners rolled in the evening wind, making the sound of flapping cloth, but other than that, everything was quiet.

Zhao Yuan was weak, and after a day of running around, he felt sleepy.According to An's words and observations, he ordered his servants to come in to change and wash the prince's clothes.

"I'm going to Tianshou Mountain tomorrow...why is tomorrow already here?" Zhao Yuan said.

"Naturally. The time to visit the mausoleum will come anyway." Feng An served him to bed and rested, and comforted him, "You can rest assured."

Zhao Yuan turned over.

He touched his chest...

Finally, he took the letter and Li Shu with him.

After Yeling, the crown prince will be regent, so he probably won't need him to tie up Xie Taichu...and hand it over to Xie Taichu when he goes down the mountain.When he returns to Kaiping... he can relax and be free from worries.

Zhao Yuan woke up in a strange silence.

For some reason, the flags outside had lost their sound.

It was obviously quiet, but there were more noises coming faintly, trying to penetrate the oppressive night and drill into his brain.

"Fengan..." He got up from the couch.

But for some reason, it seemed that even his own voice was suppressed.Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand to support the couch in a daze, while trying to reach the nest with the other hand, he overturned the teapot next to him in an instant.

The teapot shattered on the ground, and water droplets splashed.

Only then did Zhao Yuan suddenly realize that it was not quiet, but too noisy. Countless voices had already filled the surroundings, blocked by the curtains...

So much so that his eardrums hurt, and he lost his judgment for a while.

"Fengan!" He shouted again, using both hands vigorously, and finally moved himself to return to the nest.

Zhao Yuan, dressed as a mid laner, drove Huan Nest out of the tent.The moment he opened the curtain, the voices from outside suddenly found the entrance, screams, yells, calls for help, shouts...these voices mixed together and rushed into his mind.

But Zhao Yuan couldn't care about these anymore.

The Dongsha River was ignited by the fire, and it was as clear as dusk.

The camp stretching for several miles has now become a sea of ​​fire and hell.The banners had long been burned to ashes and collapsed among the chaotic tents.

Half of the fence surrounding the emperor's walk was knocked down, and blood and corpses piled up on both sides of the fence.All the tents of the nobles in the middle were burned.The dragon rope was also burning at the top of the mast, when suddenly a gust of wind blew by and the rope snapped.

Zhao Yuan watched helplessly as the dragon banner symbolizing the presence of the Son of Heaven fell from mid-air like a star.

The heat wave rolled over and almost swallowed him.

He had never experienced such a scene, and the heat amidst the blood and coldness made him tremble helplessly.

The names of countless people rolled over in his mind, and finally...he looked at the wrecked Daolu chief tent...

The words Xie Taichu remained in his mind.

"Feng An!" Zhao Yuan looked around.

The servants around had already scattered and disappeared, Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth and pushed two steps out.

"Lin Fengan!"

"Slave is here!" Someone in the bushes responded, and then Feng An staggered out of the bushes with a child in his arms.

There were dirt and ashes on his face, his eyes were a little flustered, and the child in his arms seemed to be serious, so that when he came to Zhao Yuan with the child in his arms, he knelt down on his knees.

"Feng An, are you okay?" Zhao Yuan asked anxiously. "What happened?"

"Slave...I, I..." Feng An trembled with fear, and looked at Zhao Yuan carefully, "I just saw something moving in the bushes, so I went in to investigate..."

While speaking, he let go of his hand.

In the firelight, Zhao Yuan could clearly see the person in his arms.

It was Zhao Jun, the grandson of the emperor.

"Jun'er?!"

There was a blood hole on Zhao Jun's left shoulder, and the blood kept flowing out, and his face was already pale.His face was covered in blood, and his mouth was crying.

"Second brother, save me!" Zhao Jun had already rushed forward, and Zhao Yuan almost hugged him, pressing down on the bleeding spot on his shoulder.

"Quick, Feng'an, find, find gauze! It's clean!" Zhao Yuan vaguely recalled how the soldiers treated their wounds in Kaiping when he was young.

Feng An responded, and stumbled up into the tent, rummaging through the boxes.

Zhao Jun was still crying: "Second brother, save me."

"What happened?" Zhao Yuan asked, "What happened?"

"Yes, it's King Ning." Zhao Jun choked up and said, "It's King Ning! Just after the ugly time, there were guards of honor and cavalry from the Peking Camp rushing into the tent of the emperor, and the twelve guards fought hard inside the fence. Habayashi guards rebelled one after another, put them on the fence, and let the cavalry trample inside, causing countless casualties. My father asked Qianhu from the Four Guards Battalion to send me out in disorder. Unexpectedly, a heavy arrow shot through the man's chest on the road, and even more Shot me right through the shoulder. I fell into the grass and that's where I fell."

"You, what did you say?" Zhao Yuan choked for breath.

"Now the twelve guards have been dispersed. Jinyiwei and Yubayashiwei only listen to King Ning's orders. Now the cavalry is wantonly setting fire in the camps. The civil and military officials killed those who didn't like it, and some were arrested. The Chinese army camped."

"Then, what about Grandpa Huang?" Zhao Yuan was more flustered than Zhao Jun, and asked, "And the prince?!"

"Prince Ning led people to arrest the emperor's grandfather and my father!" Zhao Jun cried, "Second brother! Zhao Ji is a rebellious person, taking advantage of Yiling to create chaos and plot rebellion! Now the emperor and the prince have been arrested!"

After Zhao Yuan heard this, his mind was at a loss, until Feng An came out from inside and handed over the hemostatic medicine and gauze, he almost subconsciously pressed these on Zhao Jun's shoulder.

The blood couldn't stop at all, and it soaked the cotton gauze in an instant, and directly stained his hands.

Zhao Yuan held Zhao Jun in his arms, barely concentrating, and looked carefully at Zhao Jun's expression.

Zhao Jun's face was a little pale at this time, he felt bad, and he couldn't think too much in an emergency, so he hurriedly said to Feng An: "Pack up your luggage, medicine, money and dry food, and go to untie the horses that pull the cart. The emperor's grandson hurried towards Kaiping!"

Feng An was taken aback.

"Can--"

"Listen to me." Although Zhao Yuan's voice was trembling, his thoughts were clear, "King Ning conspired against him, and now the crown prince has been arrested, and the emperor's grandson is in danger! The Jinyi guards have been deployed and weakened after the Yanshou Temple, you ride fast If you are lucky enough to break out of the encirclement, you will definitely meet our soldiers in the Su Palace! Zhao Jun still has a chance to survive. If he hesitates at this time, the emperor's grandson will die here!"

Feng An burst into tears like rain: "The servant took the emperor grandson away, what can you do?! Your legs and feet are inconvenient——"

Zhao Yuan forced a smile and said: "You are confused. I am just an idle county king. Even if the country collapses, I will not be responsible for it. But if the emperor's grandson is here, how can I survive?"

Feng An cried and got up, hurriedly packed his luggage, untied his horse and went up, took the emperor's grandson, tied Zhao Jun in his arms, and wept bitterly at Zhao Yuan.

"The servant has left."

"it is good."

"You, take care of yourself."

"I know. Don't worry." Zhao Yuan smiled with tears.

Feng'an led the horse and heard Zhao Yuan calling him.

"Lin Fengan."

Feng An turned to look at him, only Zhao Yuan's blurry figure could be seen in tears.

"You have come to Beijing with me for ten years. Although you are a master and servant, you are more like a brother." Zhao Yuan said, "The bloody battle of the royal family should not have involved you. If you go all the way, if the emperor's grandson is ill...you abandon him Go... I, I won't blame you."

Lin Fengan cried loudly: "Although I am a slave, I am not such a beast. Prince, don't underestimate me!"

"I never." Zhao Yuan replied to him.

Lin Feng'an didn't speak any more, he whipped his whip fiercely, and the horse under him galloped away towards the northeast.

Where the horse stepped, the frost shattered and gravel kicked up.

Could it be that if the emperor's grandson left, there would be a way out?

In this panic, the sword has no eyes, can you really live to the end?

Everyone knows this.

It's just telling a lie, fighting for a chance.

Zhao Yuan sent Lin Fengan away, and looked back at the camp with only the wreckage. The fire in the middle gradually subsided, while the winter dry forests on the mountains on both sides were ignited, burning and devouring wantonly on Tianshou Mountain.

No sign of decline.

At the same time, from the light of the fire, there was a faint army coming towards the Le'an County King's camp.

Zhao Yuan looked at the line of troops.

Suppressing trembling all over, he took a deep breath.

The chilly bloody smell rushed into his lungs.

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【Note 1】Police: When the ancient emperors came in and out, the guards guarded the roads they passed, and they cleared the road and stopped, which is called 'police'.

[Note 2] 纛: In ancient times, a dance set made of feathers or an ornament on an imperial chariot.The banner of the ancient army or guard of honor.

Dragon Banner: The banner of the Son of Heaven.

Soap banner: black imperial banner.Usually at the front of the queue.

【Note 3】Walking in: The place where the old emperors patrolled and lived.