From very far away, you can see the burning fire of the Imperial Palace. Fujiwara listened intently to the shouts of killing coming from a distance, turned around and respectfully asked Tie Xuan, who was sitting in the corridor reading a book: "Sir, Huairiang has already started taking action. What should we do next? Are we going to do it?" Should we leave?"
"Master Fujiwara, please don't talk nonsense." Tie Xuan didn't even raise his eyes, just flipping through a Tang Dynasty book collected by the Fujiwara family. "The boy is just here to borrow books and has no intention of interfering in the affairs of your Japanese country. What's going on tonight has nothing to do with me, the Ming Dynasty."
"Yes, yes." Fujiwara hurriedly apologized, "I am stupid. Of course, Ming Dynasty has nothing to do with tonight's chaos."
"However, the current situation is chaotic. The young master is studying under His Highness and must be incredibly talented. Can you give us some advice?"
"Well..." Tie Xuan closed the page and looked in the direction of the imperial palace. "There's a fire in the Imperial Palace. Maybe Prince Huailiang went to put out the fire?"
"After all, the street is very narrow. If your men continue to squeeze through, I'm afraid it will be difficult to move, which will be a bad thing."
"Why don't you wait a little longer for Prince Huairiang's soldiers to start dealing with the fire inside the Imperial Palace? It won't be too late for you to help them finish it off."
"...This..." Fujiwara hesitated.
Tie Xuan's meaning was obvious. A fierce battle was going on at the Imperial Palace. Now that it has passed, Huai Liang and his men might be frightened and flee, not daring to continue the attack.
When the fire burns brighter, it won't be too late for the oriole to follow.
"It's just that the Ming Dynasty's right to send troops now rests in the hands of the Emperor."
"What if this fire really burns the Emperor..." Fujiwara asked.
"At that time, we will naturally do our best to rescue him." Tie Xuan said matter-of-factly, but Fujiwara was a little confused. If Huai Liang kidnapped Emperor Changqing, it would be difficult to send troops to rescue him.
What if Huailiang really mastered the "Three Divine Weapons" and used it to manipulate the succeeding emperor as a puppet...
Then Daming will definitely be expelled, and his Fujiwara family will definitely suffer revenge from the Huairang family.
The honor and disgrace of the Fujiwara family has now been bound to Daming. Whether it is for the Ming Dynasty or the Fujiwara clan, we must ensure that Huairang can be completely defeated this time.
Fujiwara was extremely anxious. Even though this young gentleman from the Ming Dynasty looked like an old man, he could not get even a trace of peace in his mind. Tie Xuan saw this and shook his head arrogantly: "Whenever big things happen, you need to be calm. Mr. Fujiwara, your cultivation is not enough."
"If you want to be an official in our Ming Dynasty in the future, you still need to study hard."
These words made Fujiwara's heart heat up, and his anxious mood gradually disappeared. Yes, as long as he serves the Ming Dynasty well, what does a mere Prince Huai Liang mean?
After all, the entire Japanese country is not as big as a province of the Ming Dynasty!
He also sat down and continued to wait patiently with Tie Xuan. The shouts of death from the direction of the imperial palace continued for a long time, and Tie Xuan opened the book again, reading with gusto by the firelight.
Suddenly there was a faint sound of arrows piercing the air in the distance, which was quickly lost in the shouts of killing. Tie Xuan's ears moved extremely keenly. He closed the book and stood up quickly. "Fujiwara-sama, you have been unable to put out the fire for so long. It seems that Prince Huairang is plotting something evil."
"It's time for you to help Chao Gang."
Fujiwara didn't hear the sound of the arrow, but was startled by Tie Xuan's sudden movement.
"I'll get ready right now!"
The daimyo of the Fujiwara family had already been preparing outside. It's just that Fujiwara hasn't given the order yet, and those people can only scratch their heads and scratch their heads while looking at the blazing fire in the Imperial Palace. Seeing Fujiwara suddenly open the door and reveal his figure, all the daimyo's spirits perked up.
"Huai Liang attacked the imperial palace with evil intentions."
"We, the loyal men, will quickly go to the Imperial Palace, kill Fujiwara, and save His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Oh!" The daimyo burst into cheers. The reason why they took refuge in Fujiwara was that they believed that Fujiwara could become the winner of the new round of imperial conflict. As long as he can accomplish great feats tonight and kill Huailiang, even though Emperor Changqing is extremely wary of powerful ministers, he has no choice but to delegate power to these meritorious ministers.
Huairiang kept an eye on the emperor and wanted to consolidate his power by establishing a new emperor. And they kept a close eye on Huai Liang, always wanting to kill Huai Liang and divide the power in his hands.
Six thousand samurai from the Fujiwara clan poured out from various towns where they had already been ambushing them. After gathering together, they rushed towards the imperial palace...
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The battle in the Imperial Palace had just come to an end. The warriors of the Huairang line were busy killing the living and extinguishing the fire, while Emperor Changqing tightly protected the three artifacts in his arms and faced off with Prince Huairiang in the inner hall.
"Changqing, abdicate." Huai Liang, holding a Japanese sword, surrounded by a group of warriors, was forcing Emperor Changqing. "You have already lost. Only by abdicating can you avoid death."
"Rebellious ministers and traitors!" Chang Qing angrily shouted. "As a prince, you actually colluded with the shogunate... You have already lost the glory of our family!"
"It is the inevitable trend for the shogunate to unify the world!" Huairiang pressed forward step by step, earnestly saying: "It is not that the shogunate does not dare to kill the emperor, it is just that the emperor has been in the lineage for eternity, and he will not do it easily unless it is absolutely necessary."
"But their patience has reached its limit. If we continue to be stubborn, the Ashikaga family of the shogunate will no longer care about the dignity of the emperor's family!"
"Obey the shogunate, and the emperor's line may still rise in the future. But if we continue to fight against the shogunate, we will be driven out and killed!"
"..." Emperor Changqing was silent. Although he didn't believe it, the Ashikaga family dared to kill the emperor. But there is no guarantee that this possibility will not happen.
"Changqing, abdicate." Huai Liang continued to persuade. "I will put forward conditions to the shogunate. The future emperor will be succeeded by the northern and southern families in turn."
"We, the Southern faction, will still be the emperor in the future."
Chang Qing narrowed his eyes and hugged the three artifacts in his arms tighter. Seeing that he was silent, Huai Liang was about to step forward and try to snatch the artifact, but a warrior rushed in from outside the palace: "Your Highness, there are many warriors surrounding the imperial palace."
"The family crest on the flag is the Fujiwara family crest... it's the Fujiwara family!"
"Fujiwara!" Huairang's eyes widened.
The sound of clashing weapons outside, which had gradually subsided, became clearer and more frequent again. The addition of the Fujiwara family added a new firewood to the Imperial Palace fire that was already over.
"That lackey of the Ming Dynasty!" Huairiang asked people to watch Emperor Changqing and began to go out to try to stop the Fujiwara family's attack.
However, Fujiwara came prepared, and his samurai had rested for a long time. The warriors in Huai Liang were few in number, and they had been fighting fiercely for a whole night.
The group of people retreated steadily, and soon they were defeated around the inner hall.
"Damn it!" Huairiang, who was wearing a large armor, was also injured. Looking at the densely packed Fujiwara warriors, the hatred in his eyes could almost engulf Bihe Mountain. Looking at Huairiang, who was already a turtle in the urn, Fujiwara knew that he had won this time. Not only did he save the country, but his biggest political enemy, Huai Liang, would also be killed by himself.
"Huairiang! Hand over His Majesty the Emperor, and I will spare your life!" Bathed in the firelight, Fujiwara scolded while riding on his horse.
(End of chapter)
