Huaibi

The name is like a shocking thunder, and even Emperor Hongxuan stared at it in an instant. Unexpectedly, an old minister who passed away in the court is now born in another person's mouth.Although Ping Huaihao didn't say it explicitly, the intriguing meaning in those words did imply that Zhou Junyu was not dead.

Ping Huaizhen suddenly realized that he almost forgot that Zhou Junyu was a member of the Marquis of Wuyang's camp before he entered the Ministry of Punishment.

Protecting the reserve and seizing the heir, both paths are long and tortuous.The prince has been prepared for many years, but how could the sixth prince not know how to walk thousands of miles, just like playing a game of chess, the difference of one move can make the difference between victory and defeat.

If Zhou Junyu was only in the camp in the past, it would be difficult for a gnat to shake a tree, but now Ping Huaihao is planning to use his "death" to conceal the sky and cross the sea, and cast an unexpected dark line out of the prince's sight, which is hard to say Reverse the situation and turn weakness into strength.

Ping Huaihao put his chin up and smiled lightly, and took two steps back freely, suddenly a cold light swept across the curtain, the bead curtain was broken, and beads fell to the ground like rain, reflecting the lights in the room rolling down.Waiting outside the curtain, the rebel army broke in with horizontal swords, and suddenly there was the sound of weapons piercing the wind. The guards in front of the couch also raised their swords and lined up.

Emperor Hongxuan's face was calm, but his wrinkled palms were already covered with trembling, his closed eyes suppressed a burst of anger, as if it had been thousands of years before he uttered the sentence "Old Six", his voice was as thick as a bronze bell. Potential.

Ping Huaihao's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled again, nodding his head in response to "Father Emperor", answering one after another, closing his eyes, it seemed that he could really not see the shadow of the sword.

"You stop now, I can still think about the love between father and son, and deal with it lightly. Think more about the eldest son Wei gave birth to for you, don't teach me to accept the emperor's favor..."

"Emperor's grace?" Ping Huaihao couldn't bear to interrupt him, suddenly stared at each other, and looked at the dragon couch angrily across the sword, only to find it ridiculous, "How did the father ever give the emperor any favor? Or what the father called the emperor?" Well, is it to give the remaining alms of the crown prince to his sons and princes?"

"I have always treated everyone equally!" Emperor Hongxuan raised his voice, coughed very lowly, and managed to suppress it, "As a father, I love and sympathize with my sons and daughters; as a king, I cannot treat the prince and prince equally. The country does not allow two kings, I want to teach the prince to bear the responsibility of the emperor, and I also want to teach the prince next to me to be a good minister and general for a lifetime."

Ping Huaihao was stunned when he heard the words, he couldn't respond for a while, but he still couldn't restrain his unwillingness, he hesitated for a long time, he gritted his teeth and took another half step back.

A mere half-step, finally forced out all the last despair of Emperor Hongxuan.

Ping Huaizhen lowered his eyebrows and listened for a long time, no longer waiting here, he raised his hand and hooked the quiet and high-gauge golden rope on the side of the bedpost, and ordered "take it down", like a water bed curtain falling down at will, lightly blocking the macro The fighting weapon in front of Emperor Xuan.

The flickering lights outside the dragon tent are cut like fluff by swords, and the shadows shine on the wall, accompanied by occasional splashes of turbid blood. A burst of fine waves is brought up by the wind, which does not stain the fishy smell outside.

Emperor Hongxuan kept his eyes half closed, his mind was wandering, he couldn't hear the disturbing noises, he only remembered decades ago when he first turned into a dragon, when his brothers and friends respected each other, it seemed that there was no such thing as his ascension to the throne. Such an exaggerated incident... Thinking, but laughed again, almost forgot how he had deceived himself and others—if there was no wave, why would he send all the Tongzhi brothers to the fiefdom after proclaiming the emperor, leaving no trace in Beijing, What's more, why teach and guide the prince to plan everything for many years, lest he believe in blood relatives?

How can there be so much peace and peace in the royal family? Father and son can't believe it all, how can we talk about brothers.

There was a blunt sound from near the corridor, it was a broken window and a crack in the wood, and the wind howling broke in.

One of the guards made a breakthrough, and left the Hall of Mental Cultivation without the permission of the crown prince, and rushed out through the window.

Behind him, Rong Xi raised his sword to stop the bloody blade, and couldn't say "Lianhua" in his mouth. He saw the person disappearing into the night outside the window, and knew that he was going to a place where there were many soldiers and horses and a deep abyss. When it's a close call, teach him that he can't chase after him, and he doesn't want to stay if he stays.

The two phases in the hall are evenly matched, while outside the hall, under the high ranks, the twelve rebels have merged into a whole and are pressing towards the dragon's lair. The situation is extremely dangerous.

Ping Huai's eyebrows were locked tightly, and he also looked at the broken window, his thoughts were not chaotic, and he was still calmly weighing the pros and cons.Li Qingjue never confessed that he had no way of knowing the old relationship between Lianhua and Zhou Junyu, but he speculated that Lianhua rushed out of the palace to meet Ping Feiqing's army and horses, and then led Zhumeng and other people to intercept the changes tonight.

Although he didn't see through the sixth prince's secret move, Ping Huaizhen was indeed on guard - Zhumeng's private soldiers were divided into two, guarding the inside and outside of the palace. It's hard to tell the odds of winning now, so it's time to make this move.

The loud noises outside the hall gradually became unable to suppress the sound of drums beating in his chest. The word "Qingjue" filled the Prince's heart like a mist, making him suddenly abandon his home and country.

Ping Dan is approaching, and a bright color that seems red but not red is cracked in the far sky.

A group of cavalry galloped on horseback, the leader of the army covered his face with armor, his brows frowned suddenly under his cold helmet, his expression suddenly changed in an unknown place, and he reined in the reins to stop the horse.Dust rose from the hoofs of dozens of horses behind him, and there were soldiers and horses waiting in the center of the official road in front of him. The person in the front row looked at him from a distance in the night, and seemed to be able to stare at him through the iron wall so that he had nowhere to hide.

"Lian Hua..."

Time is like frozen ice, and the vegetation is silent.

Zhou Junyu tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and the next moment, there was another turmoil, and the killing sound shook the sky...

The first rays of dawn appeared in the morning sun, the dark clouds lingered all night, and when the turbid rain that should have fallen fell from the sky, it turned into icy and cold flakes of snow.

The early snow of this winter was impatient, and stepped on the end of autumn to go to the palace change sung by the royal family.

There are frequent reports from foreign troops in the Palace of Mental Cultivation, and at some point there is a news that the rebels are blocked outside the city and cannot enter.After that, one after another, there were hidden troops coming from all directions of the imperial city, corresponding to King Ping's army and horses on the inside, Wuyang Hou and the first class were trapped in it, and there was no way out.

When Jiang Chang heard the news, he felt sad and happy. Knowing that the time had come, he walked past several corpses with trembling lips, knelt down on the ground before the steps, raised his head and shouted: "Winter snow has arrived early, and the blue sky can't bear it... Those who walk against the sky, want to kill the real dragon and seek the father's position, so the blue sky can't tolerate it, the blue sky can't tolerate it!"

The people in the panic palace leaned on the pillars and shrank by the side, and when they heard the words, they bowed down and worshiped the sky, praying in silence, the chaotic humming sounded like a curse through the window and hit people's ears, making Ping Huaihao's face covered with ashes.

A rebel raised his sword in astonishment, and approached Jiang Chang a few steps furiously. The sharp blade was almost stopped on the way, and sporadic cold lights were startled with a "clang".Jiang Chang gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, then opened his back and trembled, cold sweat rolled down layer upon layer, raised his head and looked at the person next to him who had put on the mask again, wondering when he came outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation , couldn't help being both happy and worried, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Master Li..."

Li Qingjue didn't draw the sword, turned his elbow and wiped the rebel's neck, blood spattered on the dark robe.

The turmoil in the palace did not stop, Ping Huaihao finally felt distraught when he heard all kinds of things outside the window. Unexpectedly, the elites led by Zhou Junyu would not be able to break through the siege, and even wondered where the hidden army outside the city came from. Mixed with the sound of weapons, he said: "I have been the Son of Heaven for a long time, if I don't know how to guard this dragon seat, how can I stay in the tent at this moment and let you do whatever you want here."

Immediately, Ping Huaihao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and felt cold all over his body, and even Ping Huaizhen, who was on the side of the tent, felt an indescribable shock in his heart when he heard the words.

It turned out that the emperor had planned it long ago. The so-called hidden army was not a visitor from outside the sky, but a fire seed planted by the emperor himself to protect his life.The prince thought that Emperor Hongxuan had waited for the truth with him, but it was just that he accompanied him for a dark night.

Which is bright and which is dark, which is strong and which is weak, these two brothers are never the only ones who compare. Above this majestic imperial city, where the sky stands high, the one who controls the world is called the emperor from the beginning to the end. Sovereign.

Ping Huaihao no longer has the power to refute, he has no time to care for himself, there are soldiers close by to protect him, taking advantage of the chaos to lure him to escape from the palace.The dragons have no leader, and the outcome is clear in a blink of an eye. The rebel army is distraught and powerless, but they are all suppressed within two moments.

At this point, the sky is getting brighter, the thin snow has turned thick, and the palace is covered with old blood.

The room was as quiet as morning and night. Emperor Hongxuan sighed silently, and his stiff fingers loosened inch by inch. The tranquility and peace at that time was completely different from the hustle and bustle just a moment ago. On the eve of the eve, there were no swords, lights or swords, only the prince was filial to the couch, decocting medicine for his father, reading the books, and chatting occasionally.

What can happen happens anyway.

In the past [-] years or so, the love between father and son is no longer there, brotherhood is not preserved, and he has taught the crown prince for many years. Now the success is achieved with flesh and blood, and abandonment is also with flesh and blood.

Emperor Hongxuan let out a wry smile.

There was a rustle of clothes outside the curtain, Ping Huaichen fell to his knees, and after hearing a voice from inside, he whispered the word "Father Emperor".

"En." Emperor Hongxuan responded, and the curtain was raised high. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the mess in the hall, lowered his eyes and didn't pay attention, and asked, "Where's the person?"

"It's too late to intercept."

Emperor Hongxuan couldn't see whether he was struggling or not, but he really pondered for a long time, and when he finally spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "Decide my will, the sixth prince, Ping Huaihao, has committed rebellion and rebellion. I can forgive you, but the law of heaven cannot forgive you." , now abolished as a commoner, arrested and executed."

"My son leads the order."

Emperor Hongxuan closed his eyes and nodded: "The prince accepts the order."

Ping Huaizhen's chest trembled, and she looked straight at him with dark eyes.

"I have been in power for more than 36 years. My heart is attached to the common people and the country. I embrace the vastness of the mountains and rivers. I have tens of millions of subjects. However, I work hard all day and night, and I can't sleep well. In the end, I am old and weak, and I feel the destiny. Therefore, the emperor of Inner Zen, rests for the rest of his life. Prince Ping Huaizhen has a noble character, deeply respects me, and will be able to inherit the great rule, and succeed me to the throne, that is, the emperor's throne. I personally drive the Qianqing Palace, and I bow to the seal, so I can be called the Supreme Emperor."

Once the day and night are expected, Ping Huaizhen's thoughts are complicated and unspeakable, and he prostrates heavily: "Your minister leads the decree!"

However, before the joy was over, Emperor Hongxuan's unfinished words came again: "The crown prince ascends the throne, and the concubine will be the first. You have passed away and stood up now. I have already become a father at this age. Thinking about it like this, it must not be counted as an early marriage. , it's time for Naqin Tianjian to test Tianluan again."

There was a bang in Ping Huaizhen's head, and his heart felt like being stabbed by a needle, the ecstasy he got disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't find a single word of refutation from what Emperor Hongxuan said.

The room was silent, and Emperor Hongxuan couldn't wait for an answer. He opened his eyes and looked sideways, looking at the prince's body that had never lifted up, and asked again: "The country cannot have no descendants. Back then, the prince did not marry for the sake of the world's destiny. Now he chooses a virtuous woman as his wife." Is it true that the wife is not for the fortune of the world? I hope the prince will not be rigid and pedantic."

Ping Huaizhen had nothing to say, before getting up, he said three times: "Your minister...receive the decree."