At this moment, in the capital.
It's been a mess.
Xu Huizu contacted Xu Da's old department and assembled a group of people.
Geng Bingwen, Guo Yingxun and other noble generals sent their children to contact the old troops, and with their servants, they launched attacks on various gates in the capital.
Even Li Jinglong started to move.
What's more, they directly attacked the imperial city.
In the Palace of Qianqing, Zhu Yunwen looked like a mourning heir, with empty eyes.
He was defeated, completely defeated!
The palace was now in chaos, and Zhu Yunwen had no intention of taking care of it.
He stumbled to Lao Zhu's portrait and knelt down.
"Grandpa Huang, my grandson has failed to live up to your expectations."
"My grandson doesn't know what to do now."
he cried.
At this moment, he is just a grandson.
"His Majesty!"
Yang Xuan broke in at some point.
"Uncle!"
"You came!"
Zhu Yunwen wiped away his tears and looked back with calm eyes.
"Every city gate has been captured. King Yan will come in soon. Come with me!" Yang Xuan said.
"where to?"
"Where else can I go?" Zhu Yunwen smiled bitterly.
Seeing his appearance at the moment, Yang Xuan felt a little uncomfortable.
All this has a lot to do with him, but in the final analysis, the responsibility still lies with Zhu Yunwen.
If he was a good emperor, he would not give up on him.
Now, it's too late to say anything.
"The world is so big, there is always a place to stay."
Yang Xuan said.
He didn't want to see Zhu Yunwen die like this.
He didn't care about anything else, grabbed Zhu Yunwen and walked out.
Passing by Qianqing Palace, Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and set a fire inside.
Then he found a few dead eunuchs, took off Zhu Yunwen's dragon robe, put it on, and threw it in.
After doing this, Yang Xuan quickly left the palace with Zhu Yunwen.
Zhu Yunwen was like a walking corpse, being pulled away by Yang Xuan.
The two came to a dilapidated house.
Lao Hu has already been waiting here.
The moment he saw Lao Hu, Zhu Yunwen's pupils shrank.
"Er... Erhu, are you still alive?" He was in disbelief.
"Weren't you killed by Grandpa Huang?"
"Your Majesty, Erhu is indeed dead."
"The only one alive now is Lao Hu." Lao Hu replied without changing his expression.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense."
"Lao Hu, use the secret passage to send him out of the capital."
"Then find a remote village and place him there."
Yang Xuan interrupted the two of them and said quickly.
"yes."
Erhu cupped his fists and then disappeared with Zhu Yunwen.
…
Outside the capital.
Zhu Di was riding on a war horse, surrounded by his two sons and a group of generals.
The army behind them was ready to go, and the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
At this time, the city gate in front slowly opened.
Immediately afterwards, figures appeared one after another.
Their bodies were stained with blood, and there was no doubt that these people had just experienced a fight.
As they approached, Zhu Di and others also saw clearly who was coming.
The leaders were his two brothers-in-law, Xu Huizu, Xu Zengshou, and his cousin Li Jinglong.
Followed by Geng Bingwen, a descendant of the Guo Ying family, and some military generals.
"I see you, King Yan, is a thousand years old!"
Xu Huizu and others knelt on one knee and worshiped.
Looking at Xu Huizu in front of him, Zhu Di was very glad that he had not met him on the battlefield.
He knew what his brother-in-law was capable of, and if he was his enemy, he would probably have a headache.
Moreover, my own daughter-in-law will also be caught in the middle.
Although I don’t know how Yang Xuan persuaded him, the result is good after all.
"No courtesy!" he said.
"Thank you Qiansui!" Xu Huizu and others stood up.
"I invite His Highness King Yan to come to the capital to take charge of the overall situation!" Xu Huizu said.
"Oh? Where is the emperor's nephew?" Zhu Di asked.
"Back to Your Highness, the capital is now in chaos."
"My subordinates just came to report that a fire broke out in the palace. Presumably, His Majesty has been killed."
"What? Then what are you doing here? Why don't you hurry in and put out the fire!"
Zhu Di's expression changed and he rode into the city.
Seeing this, Zhu Gaoxu behind him shouted: "Enter Beijing!"
Immediately, the Yan army entered the city.
All the city gates in the capital were taken over by the Yan army, and then manpower was sent to various nodes in the capital.
Zhu Di walked straight to the palace without stopping along the way.
Seeing the fire at the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Di immediately ordered people to put out the fire.
At the same time, he also expected in his heart that it would be best for Zhu Yunwen to die in the fire.
Zhu Di walked into Fengtian Hall with firm steps.
Looking at the empty dragon chair above, Zhu Di subconsciously walked upward.
That chair is so tempting.
"What you should do most at this time is go to the Ancestral Temple, not come here."
A voice sounded from behind.
Zhu Di turned around suddenly, murderous intent bursting out.
But after seeing the speaker clearly, he relaxed again.
"Have you been waiting for me here?" Zhu Di looked at Yang Xuan and said.
"I know you will definitely come here." Yang Xuan replied.
"You're right, I should go to the Ancestral Temple." Zhu Di had regained consciousness, nodded and said.
Afterwards, he stopped looking at the dragon throne above.
Turn around and walk out of Fengtian Hall.
Yang Xuan followed behind him.
In the square, officials from the capital were gathered here.
Surrounded by rows of soldiers.
Zhu Di did not look at these people and walked towards the Ancestral Temple.
Yang Xuan thought for a while, summoned Zhu Gaoxu, and ordered: "Bring these people to the Ancestral Temple."
"Then let all the nobles from the capital gather at the Imperial Ancestral Temple."
"Okay." Zhu Gaoxu nodded and went down to make arrangements.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan also followed Zhu Di's footsteps and headed towards the Ancestral Temple.
…
Ancestral Temple.
Zhu Di opened the door and walked in.
Candles and other things were lying on the ground, looking messy.
Zhu Di crossed the scattered light and shadow and walked inside.
Finally, he stopped in front of Lao Zhu's portrait.
"Dad, I'm back!" He knelt down and said.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from nowhere and caused Lao Zhu's portrait to sway.
In the portrait, Lao Zhu's eyes are like a torch, and the place where his eyes fall is exactly where Zhu Di is kneeling.
Yang Xuan also walked in shortly after Zhu Di came in.
His eyes fell on Zhu Biao's tablet, which read Emperor Xiaokang.
"Your Highness, I have to take you away."
He whispered in his heart, filled with guilt.
Next, Zhu Di will succeed to the throne, and Zhu Biao's throne can only be abolished.
Otherwise, not following the rules will also cause trouble for the future.
He had been the crown prince for twenty-five years, and was finally promoted to emperor after his death. However, fate played a trick on him.
In order to preserve Zhu Biao's bloodline, Yang Xuan could only ruthlessly remove Zhu Biao's tablet from the Ancestral Temple.
After all, if he takes it away, he will keep it as an offering.
For others, not necessarily.
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