Far from the king's capital.
In the past, the majestic and vast capital city now had its gates open on all sides, and soldiers in armor and strong armor rode on tall horses, whizzing past along the imperial street.
The leading general was tall and strong, with a spear like a dragon in his hand. He shot through the chest, lifted the soldier guarding the palace high, and finally nailed it to the white wall. The gap spread along the tip of the spear.
The soldiers guarding the gate were killed with one shot, and the royal flag was hung high. The remaining soldiers guarding the gate were all frightened, and for a while no one dared to speak out.
Instead, the mighty general riding a tall horse and the soldiers guarding him on the left and right stepped forward. One of them held a big ax and smashed open the closed main gate of the Liwang Palace.
The soldiers behind the door suddenly scattered like birds and animals, and even worse, they surrendered immediately.
The general in front of me is the brother of the current Holy Emperor. He has made great achievements in battle in the past. He once beheaded thousands of enemy troops with one shot. He guarded the border for many years and kept the wild and remote border in order. All the soldiers under his command were also in good order. It is a sharp sword that has experienced many wars. All the kings came to the capital, and everyone in the world knew about it. Only this person was responsible for the change.
How could any of the soldiers living in their cozy homes in the capital have the courage to be enemies with him? Let alone this man, who was also a member of the royal family and of the bloodline of Li.
Even if it is rebellion and rebellion, not everyone dares to get involved in the royal bloodline.
The majestic palace walls were stained with white jade. The soldiers who fought on the battlefield broke into this golden cage like wolves and tigers. They were so startled that the thousands of pampered birds in the cage fled in all directions, and the cries and screams could not be heard.
Military discipline is strict, but it is difficult to restrain people's hearts.
Those who can enter the palace wall must have good facial features and a graceful figure. After staying in this golden nest for a long time, the aura of wealth will always be tainted.
Even the little palace maid was raised as well as the rich lady. At the same time, the border was tough and there were many poor people. How could a woman pamper her? The soldiers in their prime scattered into the huge palace without the surveillance of the generals and superiors. In front of me, there are beautiful palace maids crying sadly, and their demeanor is like a weak willow supporting the wind.
There are always a few people who find it difficult to control themselves.
When Lingchu arrived at Liwangdu, the palace gate was opened.
The streets in Liguo's royal capital were deserted and lonely at this time, especially in the border towns.
The people in the capital had their doors closed, and even the cries of children could not be heard, which shows the horror of war.
Lingchu frowned and stood on the city wall, looking at the occupied city gate. He glanced in the direction of the palace and then in the west, and heard a faint cry in his ears.
Sighing, Lingchu stepped out. The soldiers guarding the city gate didn't notice it at all. In a few breaths, Lingchu had already appeared in the palace.
The center of the palace city was the residence of the emperor. There was a fierce exchange of arms at that moment, and for a while it was obvious that there was no winner.
Instead, Lingchu turned his attention to the direction of the harem.
There was the loudest crying and wailing in the entire palace.
Divine consciousness spread overwhelmingly, encompassing the entire palace. Lingchu saw the old emperor who was weak and dying, the pale young man in front of the dragon bed, and the prince holding a long gun to kill. I saw the concubine who committed suicide, the queen with the sword hidden in her sleeve, and the old queen mother who bowed her head and chanted sutras...
I also saw the young palace lady crying in despair.
With a thought, the consciousness only needs to be transformed into thorns as small as cow hairs, piercing into the minds of those with evil intentions. In just one breath, they are life-killing knives.
Xiugu entered the palace because of her poverty. She has been in the palace for more than six years since she was twelve years old. She was in her best years, but she encountered such a big thing as rebellion. She had no worries about food and clothing, and she also learned embroidery. Falling gracefully.
But I didn't expect it to be a disaster.
When she was covered by a soldier with an obscene look on his face and forced into a side hall, her eyes were filled with despair.
She resisted desperately, but her hands were restrained, so she bit her with her mouth. Even if she had to go through some hardships in the end, she had to make the other party pay the corresponding price!
Fierce resistance, even if the opponent's face was bruised, made it difficult for the opponent to succeed for a long time.
Until her strength was exhausted and the moment her dress was torn apart, she even felt a little desperate. She clenched the silver hairpin that had just been scattered aside, ready to plunge the hairpin into the opponent's pulse.
But at this moment, Xiu Gu felt that the man who was raising and lowering his hands stiffened. Then, his whole body fell down like a mountain collapsing, pressing on Xiu Gu's body, motionless.
Xiu Gu suddenly turned her head and looked over, facing a lifeless corpse with an angry look on her face.
died?
Xiugu naturally saw dead people in the palace, and she found out at a glance that this man was already dead.
There was no time to explore why the man died. Xiu Gu used her last strength to push away the body that was pressing on her. She held Yin Chai Zi's hand but did not relax at all.
After hesitating for a moment, Xiu Gu took off the man's clothes, changed out of the conspicuous palace maid's clothes, and pulled up all his hair. Her hands were stained with dust, and she smeared her hands, face and neck so that the original appearance could not be seen, and then she carried Carrying the baggage, he carefully ran out of the side hall.
The palace door must be wide open at this moment, and there is chaos. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it is better to stay away from this towering palace wall.
The beautiful aunt is just the epitome of some of the palace ladies in Lingchu's spiritual consciousness, but this beautiful aunt is a rare person with a tough mind and a quick mind.
Not only did many palace maidens lack the courage to resist, but even after those who bullied them died inexplicably, they had no idea of escape. They just stayed in place like chickens, or cried sadly.
Lingchu killed those people, but didn't care about those women anymore.
She can kill those who bully them, but she won't bear all of them on her shoulders.
She was given the opportunity, and whether she could seize it or not was none of her business.
Lingchu killed a group of people who attacked women, but did not kill the soldiers who were fighting.
She didn't dare to be interested in the rise and fall of the secular world. War was never a matter of one person.
Fighting soldiers, victory or defeat depends on themselves.
Taking one step forward, the road under your feet seemed to shorten a lot in an instant.
Lingchu, who was originally just standing in front of the palace gate, in the next moment appeared in the center of the palace, in front of the bed of the dying emperor.
Bright yellow gold yarn hangs from the four corners, embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns, with pearls as the base and gems inlaid with jade, which is extremely luxurious.
On the high bed with soft pillows, the emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe had a sick face, and even the movement of opening his eyes was so laborious.
The eleven or twelve-year-old boy is fair and handsome. He is not old, but he wears a golden crown, a python robe, and a jade belt around his waist. His young face still has a calm look.
He was kneeling in front of the dragon bed, holding the dying emperor's hand in one hand and holding the sword tightly in the other. There was both sadness and burning perseverance between his brows.
