my princess boy

"His Royal Highness, the sinner Mu Jingchen has arrived!"

Mu Xianyi was sitting on the edge of the dragon bed, his eyelids were drooping, his face was stern, and he remained motionless when he heard the sound, like a wooden man.

"Kneel down!" The guard kicked Mu Jingchen behind his knee, forcing him to kneel down on the ground. The handcuffs and fetters made clanking noises as they moved, which was particularly abrupt in this empty hall.

"Mu Xianyi, you can kill if you want, I'm not afraid of you..." Before Mu Jingchen finished speaking, he saw Mu Xianyi get up abruptly, raised his hand high, and slapped himself hard.

"Snapped--"

His head was tilted to one side, and his mouth was full of blood.

"It was you who gave the defense map to Xizhi and Nanyue! You bastard." Mu Xianyi reprimanded coldly, his tone and eyes were extremely calm, as if he was not angry.

Mu Jingchen was taken aback for a moment, but said with a straight neck: "I only gave it to Xizhi!"

Originally, he was only making second-hand preparations for his own seizure of power - at the time of the worst mutiny, Xizhi's invasion could hold back Li Qi's soldiers and horses, so he had no time to take care of the affairs of the capital.

He thought, anyway, if Li Qi can deal with the Xizhi people, what does it matter if he gives them a defense map?

Mu Xianyi looked at the righteous Mu Jingchen, and couldn't help sneering: "Bi Na Chi Ke has more brains than you, and the two front lines in the southwest, compared to him fighting alone in the west, which one is easier?"

Mu Jingchen was at a loss for words.

"Now Nanyue and Xizhi are attacking at the same time, attacking from both sides, and Daqi is in danger of being overthrown. These are all your faults!" Mu Xianyi took a step sideways, his gaze as cold as a knife in the snow, "Royal Father For this matter, I felt ashamed to meet the ancestors of the following ancestors of Jiuquan, so I covered my face with hair and hanged myself..."

Mu Jingchen was surprised, and looked at Emperor Zhang Wu who was lying upright on the bed in a daze.

"You are the culprit of all this." Mu Xianyi said, staring straight at him, and walking towards him step by step, "You don't have to think about where you went wrong, and you don't have to regret it. Death is your best explanation."

While speaking, he took the sword that had already been hung by the bed, slowly pulled out the bright and reflective blade, and handed it to him.

"Kill yourself."

When he spoke, his tone was gloomy, his face was as deep as water, and he held a sword in his hand, like an impermanence who came out of hell under the blue sky and broad daylight.

Mu Jingchen suddenly felt scared at this moment, he looked at the bright and reflective sharp blade, and at Mu Xianyi's ghostly expression, he couldn't help shaking his head: "No, no, third brother, I know I'm wrong, I regret it, don't kill me, please, don't kill me..."

"Wrong? Regret?" Mu Xianyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, his dark eyes glowed coldly, "What do you know is wrong? What do you regret? You just regret that you didn't see through my man earlier, regret that you didn't kill him sooner. For me, I regret that I didn't think about the conspiracy more thoroughly!"

For some stupid and bad people, when he said regret, he didn't regret that he did something wrong, but regret that he didn't do it more perfectly.

"No, no, I really regret it..." Mu Jingchen wept bitterly, the expression on his tender and affectionate face was ridiculous, and his appearance was worse than that of the lowest servant.

Mu Xianyi seemed to be meeting him for the first time, and felt embarrassed for him.So he said:

"Jingchen, I let you go."

"Really? Thank you, third brother, thank you, third brother..." The light on Mu Jingchen's excited face only bloomed for a moment, and after that moment, joy and excitement had turned into horror and anger, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were shining After being astonished, she stared at Mu Xianyi in front of her.

Mu Xianyi grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other. His hand was almost pressed against Mu Jingchen's chest. There, he felt the hot and humid liquid.

He looked down at Mu Jingchen expressionlessly, and said in a soft voice, "I won't force you anymore, third brother will send you on your way."

Mu Jingchen stared at him, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, his body twitched, and then, Mu Xianyi pushed him to the ground.

"Ding--"

Mu Xianyi threw the sword on the ground, and said coldly: "Drag it out and throw it in the mass grave."

"Yes!"

He turned around and looked at Emperor Zhang Wu on the dragon bed. The black prince's brocade clothes were covered with dark red blood, and even the white hands were slowly dripping with dark red blood. He didn't realize it, just looked forward, Said in a deep voice: "Father, I know you definitely don't want to see our brothers killing each other, but the fourth child is really outrageous, I will punish him for you."

The hall was silent, except for the lively smell of blood rushing to the tip of his nose, naturally no one would answer him.

He glanced at the white silk on the beam on the left. The white silk fell from the beam and fluttered in the air, as fresh as pear blossoms fluttering in the spring breeze.Withdrawing his eyes, he said again: "Father, I will not deal with the white silk. If Daqi can survive this difficulty, then it will be fine; if not, when the city is broken, I will never surrender and live on. Use this white silk to commit suicide, and go to the underworld to accompany you and your son-in-law."

His tone was so calm that there was no wave, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and went out. The wind blew the hem of his black clothes as he walked, like the flag of Daqi flying in the air.

"Soldiers and soldiers, the capital is right behind us. To guard Yangzhou is to guard the capital. It is to guard our Daqi. It is to guard our parents, wives, and children. In two days, His Royal Highness will bring [-] troops and horses to the front. Come to help, let's drink this bowl of water and wine, and watch for another two days and nights!"

"Two more days and nights! Two more days and nights!"

"Dry!"

Standing on the city wall, Li Yanguan looked down at the neatly lined soldiers with serious eyes. Then, he raised his head and drank the wine in the wine bowl in his hand, smashing it hard on the ground.

All the soldiers below also smashed their bowls on the ground.

It's all over.

The black military flag flutters in the wind above the city of Yangzhou, the setting sun is like blood, and is being swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit. Yangzhou is about to usher in a cold and dangerous night. When they were slack, they rushed forward, biting the throat of Yangzhou City, and would not let go.

……

The dust is flying, and the sound of horseshoes is surging on the road like a tide.

Mu Xianyi led [-] troops from the Kyoto Defense Department to Yangzhou day and night.

He knew that he was of no use in the capital—he didn't understand political affairs, and he was not even as important as King Yu and Lou Xiangli. Come to help Yangzhou, where the war is most urgent.

Yangzhou is the closest place to the capital. After Yangzhou is captured, Nanyue will be in no man's land. They can attack Kyoto all the way, so Yangzhou City is the most important place. Nanyue knows it, and Mu Xianyi knows it too.

King Yu, Lou Xiangli, Marquis Wenchang, Zhu Shen and others stayed in the capital, Mu Jingheng also stayed in the capital, Lord Zhen Guo rushed to help Luzhou with 1 horses, Wu'an Hou Jiang Rong and his son brought 1 horses Rush to aid Jiangling - there are no generals left in Beijing, only these veterans can go out.

Su Hongyao followed him to Yangzhou, saying that he would come to the army to help treat the wounded; Lou Yuzhang also followed him to Yangzhou to join Li Yanguan.Jiang Hanwei raised military pay for him at major chambers of commerce in central and central Beijing, and tried his best to support the two sides in the Southwest to fight for more than three months.

Everyone is at war, and the government and the opposition are filled with gunpowder.