The seven people wanted to block Qingxuan in the corridor, but they were forced to open a gap by his ball of sword flowers. At the moment when several people avoided Jianhua, Qingxuan rushed out of the corridor and disappeared. The seven people gathered their inner strength and chased after him. When they reached the palace gate, they lost sight of him.
There was already chaos outside the palace gate, and blood flowed for dozens of feet. The majestic and brave armored soldiers in the past had already fallen to the ground one by one: some howling, some crying, some groaning, or... stiffening without making a sound. Among the eight hundred armored soldiers, more than 70% had their hand tendons and hamstrings severed, more than 20% were blinded, and the dozen or so people who were lying stiffly had their throats cut by Qingxuan.
Thousands of people were crowded more than a hundred feet away. Everyone stared at the tragic situation in front of them with wide eyes. Many people were crying... This is a national disaster!
"Did you see which direction the bandits went?" Yu Lingyi asked loudly to the guards on the ground.
"Sir, the thief just rushed into the crowd and has disappeared." A guard struggled to stand up and replied with pain.
If you lose your fish and fall into the sea, where can you find it?
"Brother Yu, what should we do now? The old thief with Qinggong is rare. He has disappeared now. Where can we find him? Furthermore, even if we find him, I am afraid that the seven of us will not be able to intercept him. Ah!" Zhu Xiaochen held his sword and scanned the crowd with his eyes, while frowning and saying to Yu Lingyi beside him. He boasted that his martial arts skills were rare in the world, and when he fought Qingxuan today, he found it difficult to parry after a few moves, and his confidence had completely collapsed.
"How could his martial arts reach such a level?"
"If I offer my life as a trade-off, can I take on twenty of his moves?"
"His footwork is weird, like a ghost; his body movements are light and nimble, like the wind carrying his body; his sword skills are ruthless, and his moves are not in vain. Who is this old Taoist? How come I have never heard of such a superb person in Dahua? Master!"
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The more Zhu Xiaochen thought about it, the more his heart sank. He felt that this enemy was too powerful, and it was difficult for him to resist it, let alone win.
Yu Lingyi returned the sword and sheathed it, and said in a deep voice: "The traitor's martial arts are too high, let the Gyeonggi camp search for him! His Royal Highness must not get into trouble again, we go back immediately to prevent the traitor from returning and taking advantage of him!"
Duanmulan's throat was shattered and there was no chance of survival. Duanmuyu was the crown prince, and after the ceremony, he would be the king of Jue. The assassin of Dahua killed the emperor of Jue Kingdom under the eyes of the top ten military officials. It was shocking once. How could it be allowed to happen a second time?
"Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!" A rapid sound of horse hooves came through the crowd. When the people heard the sound, they retreated one after another and made way for them. In the distance, densely packed armored troops drove towards them. This is the reinforcement that Duan Muyu, Yu Lingyi and others have been waiting for, the most powerful city garrison in the country - the Gyeonggi Camp.
The Gyeonggi Battalion rushed over less than half an hour after hearing the warning at the palace gate. The reaction was not unpleasant, but it was a step too late after all. No one expected that the more than 3,000 armored soldiers and hundreds of royal guards inside and outside the palace could not resist for half an hour. Too fast, Qingxuan is too fast! The armored soldiers on duty were still searching for him, so he came out from the shelter of the palace and killed ninety-one people, one of whom was their emperor.
A middle-aged man with a short beard grabbed the reins of the horse in front of Yu Lingyi and the other seven, jumped off the horse in a hurry, and asked Yu Lingyi with an angry look on his face: "Yu Lingyi, what happened? How...why are you so dead and injured?" How many people?”
"The assassins are coming from Dahua!" Facing the middle-aged man's question, Yu Lingyi frowned and replied softly. It was indeed his fault that the palace gate was lost and the emperor was killed. Even if Duanmu Yu wanted to give him the death penalty, he had no complaints.
"Assassin? Don't you already have a detailed offensive and defensive strategy? Why did you let the thieves break down the palace gate?" the middle-aged man said coldly. Seeing that Yu Lingyi and the others did not answer, he asked again, "Is the Emperor frightened?"
Yu Lingyi calmed her breath and said softly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has ordered that your entire Gyeonggi camp search for a white-haired boy-faced Taoist. Kill him on sight!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, full of surprise and suspicion. The hand holding the sword squeaked and he asked in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty..." Seeing Yu Lingyi shake his head gently, he said "Wow" Crying out, he turned around, jumped up on his horse, and roared: "Send my order, the whole city is sealed off! Go from house to house, dig three feet into the ground, and search for a white-haired boy-faced Taoist priest! Once found, kill him on the spot. Kill!"
This middle-aged man was a first-rank Gyeonggi general. Mu Qinzhong, the biological brother of the current queen, was also Duanmulan's most trusted confidant. The national surname of Jue State is Duanmu, and the surname Mu is the second largest surname. It is said to be a branch separated from the Duanmu family. For hundreds of years, the Duanmu and Mu clans have had a tradition of intermarriage. It can be said that the people of the two surnames have blood thicker than water, and they respect and help each other. Three of the five first-grade generals in Jue's army were named Mu and two were named Duanmu. It can be seen that the royal family attaches great importance to the surname Mu.
Mu Qinzhong left two thousand men to guard the palace, and he led a group of troops straight to the city gate, while the rest dispersed into the streets and alleys.
"I'll come back and ask for forgiveness when I get back!" Yu Lingyi gritted his teeth, turned around and said to the six people behind him. They were all guilty, and despite their best efforts, the emperor was still killed under their protection. No matter what, the blame cannot be evaded.
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"Hu Xiu'an, tell me honestly, what exactly did you do?" Hu Xiu'an just entered the corridor of the royal study, and Prince Duanlao came towards him and asked sharply. King Zhi actually went north before the Shenshao camp reached the Binan post. Something must have happened in the meantime, and the people most likely to be related to this matter were the Hu family.
After the news of Xia Muyang's death came out in the palace, Hu Xiu'an was almost frightened and went to his father's house to discuss countermeasures. It was a given that the father and son thought about it. They could not admit that they had written a secret letter to King Zhi in any case, and insisted that they had no knowledge of it.
King Zhi was dead, so they could only support King Yun, and King Yi also passed away first. King Yun seemed to have a better chance of winning the heir apparent. Therefore, in order to save the Hu family, they had no choice but to take a dark road at night. Even when Xia Chengcan confronted them with their handwritten letters, they had no choice but to insist that the letter was not written by them, but was deliberately copied by others.
On the queen's side, the two of them had also passed their qi successively, persuading each other with force and threatening each other with affection. Although the queen was heartbroken and filled with grief and anger, she had no choice but to give up. She could not risk the lives of more than a thousand people from Prince Yun's Palace, Duke Li's Palace, and Capital Zhijinling's Palace just for the sake of justice for King Zhi.
"Old Prince, your words have frightened me!" Hu Xiu'an looked frightened, bowed and replied, "I really don't know what the prince is referring to."
"Hmph, Hu Xiu'an, why did King Zhi suddenly go north? Do you dare to say that you didn't secretly ask him to return to the capital?" King Duan pointed at his head and said sternly, "Muyang is the pillar of the country and the backbone of the great nation. How dare you...how dare you!" After saying this, his eyes filled with tears.
Hu Xiu'an's heart shrank and the tip of her nose felt sour. Thinking of the past, she couldn't help but shed tears, "I...how could I be so confused! How could I believe King Yun's lies and cost King Zhi his life! I really It's hard to escape the blame!" However, setting up a trap to kill the emperor's legitimate son was an unforgivable crime that implicated the nine clans. He did not dare and could not gamble his whole family on Emperor Yonghua's forgiveness. "My death is not a pity, but they are innocent, how can I let them suffer along with me!"
"Your Majesty, Prince Zhi is Xiu'an's cousin. We have grown up together, how could we plot to harm him? He died in a foreign land, and I...I am also very sad. I...Your Majesty, please be careful! I have never called him King Zhi returns to the capital!" Hu Xiu'an fell to the ground and sobbed. His voice was sad and sincere, and it didn't seem to be false at all. King Duan was actually a little hesitant.
"If they are not from the Hu family? Is it really a trick of the Duanmu family?" King Duan held his staff in one hand and pressed his heart with the other, thinking secretly.
