my princess boy

"Let me go back to Sizhou?" Mu Xianyi held Su Hongyao's wrist tightly, and looked at him with burning eyes, "I want to go back to Sizhou, I'm going to wait for Yanguan, and there are 10,000+ people in Yangzhou City. People... I'm going to defend Sizhou City with them!"

On the contrary, Su Hongyao looked at him sharply: "Sizhou can't be defended! The central army of Nanyue is about to arrive, and the east army alone is in danger of overthrowing the city of Sizhou, let alone a combination of two forces." Together? Xianyi, you have to think clearly, going to Sizhou is a waste of time!"

"Wasting time?" Mu Xianyi was taken aback, not knowing what expression he should have. He covered his forehead, only to feel that his chest was full of rolling stones, which were so bulging that he was in pain and couldn't speak. He closed his eyes , A trace of tears slowly fell, "... Then it should be like this, give up the whole city of Sizhou? Have you given up the hundreds of thousands of people in Sizhou and Yangzhou?"

Su Hongyao looked at him with pity: "Xianyi, those who know the current affairs are heroes. It may be too late to go to Xuzhou, but it must be too late to go to Sizhou!"

"No, I still have to go back, I'm going to wait for Yanguan!"

"Xianyi!"

Mu Xianyi turned around, looked at Su Hongyao who was holding her arm tightly, saw that her eye circles were red, and she looked at him with pleading eyes, he seemed to understand all of a sudden, he sat down slowly, as if The stool was hot, he was restless, and there was nowhere to rest his hands. For a moment, he seemed to be out of his body, and he didn't know how to control his body.

"Xianyi—" Su Hongyao cried, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Mu Xianyi didn't dare to look at her, as if her sad and painful face was some kind of poison that would blind him if he saw it: "Don't tell me, you know the news about Yanguan..."

"I know..." Su Hongyao said in a low voice, choked with sobs, "You are too worried and tired, and I gave you An Mian Dan, and you have been in a coma for three days... the day we left Yangzhou City In the early morning, someone sent a message..."

"What news?"

"Yanguan... died in battle."

Yes, indeed, literally died in battle.After the fight, there were only a dozen Daqi soldiers left in Yangzhou City. The soldiers wanted to escort Li Yanguan to break through. In order to delay the time, Li Yanguan refused to break through and escape, and led a dozen soldiers to fight to the last moment.In the end, he wore more than ten wounds, was covered in blood, one eye was pierced blind by a knife, and he could hardly hold the knife in his hand. Then he fell facing northwest and died.

Even the Nanyue people were shocked by him and admired his loyalty, so they dug a northwest-facing grave outside Yangzhou city and buried him.

When Mu Xianyi listened, his whole body trembled. Before he left, those words echoed in his ears like thunder:

"He asked me to use my life to protect you..."

Tears fell from his eyes quickly, and he covered his mouth, crying and laughing: "Why are there such stupid people, why... Are friends so important? It is worth his life to fulfill his duty Nuoyan... What a fool, a big fool..."

He curled himself up into a ball, buried his face in his knees, and sobbed.

Su Hongyao looked at him, feeling extremely sad, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The simple and dilapidated carriage rolled away, gradually got into the grove, went further and further away, and gradually disappeared at the end of the grove.

The city of Yangzhou was broken, the city of Luzhou was broken, the city of Sizhou was broken, and the city of Jiangling was broken... From March to April in the 27th year of Zhangwu, the Nanyue Third Army conquered twelve cities, and the East Road and Middle Road successfully joined forces in Sizhou. Synthesize a force to attack Xuzhou, go northeast from the west road, and attack Xiangyang.

By the end of June, the East Middle Road surrounded Yingtian, and the West Road went north to join the Xizhi army, and rushed from the northwest towards the capital of Daqi.

The people in the capital city packed up their things and fled, and the entire bustling capital city seemed to be turned into ruins overnight.The original princes and nobles also fell and scattered, and they all fled for their lives.There was chaos in the palace, and the servants and palace maids had been fleeing secretly for a long time. Later, they fled more and more blatantly - even if the Beijing Suburbs Defense Department still has 30 soldiers and horses, what is the use of that?Annihilating them, the [-] troops of South Vietnam and Xizhi is almost as simple as trampling an ant to death!

Mu Xianyi was wearing the prince's Xuanfu, sitting alone in the Yiqing Palace, looking at the increasingly deserted and lonely hall, tilting his head to think about things.

It looked like the carefree Princess Jincheng was sitting in the yard watching the clouds three years ago.

But he was actually making a huge decision.

He has now made his decision.

He stood up slowly, patted the dust on his clothes carefully, walked out of the hall step by step, with a relaxed face, and said to a group of veterans kneeling at the bottom of the steps:

"Come down."

The officials were astonished, some began to cry and curse, and some even began to call him weak and incompetent and shameless.

Mu Xianyi's face was still calm and breezy, with a hint of a smile on his lips. He looked at the yard, where the osmanthus trees were in bloom, yellow and orange, fragrant, and the plantains were green. There is also a huge acacia tree, which has already bloomed. The pink color is like a small fan made of light gauze, hidden among the dense green leaves.He remembered that when he was a child, his father pointed to this acacia tree and told him that it was planted by his emperor's father for his emperor's grandmother, which meant the love between husband and wife.

At that time, he still didn't understand why planting trees meant deep affection?

Thinking about it now, it is true. When everyone dies, the bones will rot into mud, but what about this tree?Still blooming and falling every year.I don't know how many people have looked up to it and envied the affection of a king for a woman.

I hope that when the South Vietnamese come in, they will not destroy such a beautiful tree.

Mu Xianyi thought, ignoring the cursing and crying courtiers, and slowly walked towards his father's palace.

The bedroom was so gloomy and cold that people thought it was already winter, no one lived here for a long time, and few people came to clean it, that's how it was.The treasure shelves and bookshelves were all covered with ashes.

Just like praying for the country, it is also covered with ashes.

Mu Xianyi walked to the corner and took a look in the mirror. The person in the mirror was wearing a black prince's auspicious suit and a golden crown. His handsome face was as calm as the surface of calm water.

As if he was very satisfied, he went to the Nuan Pavilion to the west, where there was a hanging, empty white silk.

He walked over, personally moved the eight-treasure round stool and placed it under the white silk, stretched out his hand to grab the white silk, lifted his foot, and was about to step on the stool when he heard the sound of the door opening outside, and an anxious woman screamed there :

"Xianyi! Xianyi!"

Immediately, it was his mother concubine Chen Fei and the eighth emperor's younger brother Mu Jingheng who rushed in in a panic.