Chapter 958: Clouds Cover the Sun and Swallows Return to Their Nests (Part 8)
“Strange.”
In an alley in the south of the city, behind a half-open courtyard gate, Cui'er leaned against the door and looked out, her eyes full of confusion.
Half an hour ago, she heard a series of dull noises in the distance, which seemed to come from the direction of the palace.
Moreover, the sky over there had become overcast, and it seemed as if a dragon was appearing and disappearing in it, which looked quite scary.
Because she was too far away from the Meridian Gate, Cui'er could not see clearly what was happening above the Meridian Gate. She could only vaguely see some virtual scenes.
She was naturally very curious, but because Wei Changtian had reminded her not to go out, she never stepped out of the courtyard. She just stood at the door and looked out.
Just after she looked for a while, a little boy suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley and ran towards her hurriedly.
"Little Bamboo!"
With a wave of her hand, Cui'er immediately called out to the little boy.
The latter was the page boy of a scholar who lived in another courtyard nearby, whom she had seen several times before.
"Xiao Zhuzi, did you just come back from outside?"
Bending down slightly, Cui Er pulled the little book boy and asked, "What happened in the city?"
"Sister Cui'er, something big has happened!"
The little book boy was panicking, gesticulating with his hands and feet as he said, "It's Wei Yanluo! Wei Yanluo wants to kill the emperor!"
"ah?"
Cui'er opened her mouth suddenly, shocked by the sudden news.
“Seriously?”
"Sister Cui Er! How could what I saw with my own eyes be false?"
The little book boy pouted in dissatisfaction: "Besides, it's not just me, many people over at the Meridian Gate saw it!"
"That Wei Yanluo summoned three ferocious beasts from hell, each one more vicious than the other. They killed many, many imperial guards. Now the Imperial Avenue is full of corpses!"
"Fortunately, I heard from others that the emperor seemed to have escaped. Oh, Sister Cui'er, I won't talk to you anymore."
"I have to go back and tell my son about this."
“.”
After explaining a few more words quickly, the little servant boy ran away soon, leaving Cui'er standing there in a daze.
Wei Yanluo has come to the capital and wants to kill the emperor Obviously, even though Cui Er is just an ordinary maid, she is not completely ignorant of current affairs. She has long heard about how cruel and evil Wei Yanluo is.
Something like he likes to eat children the most, no young lady he targets can survive the night, he can summon evil ghosts and monsters from hell, and so on.
In short, in Cui'er's cognition, Wei Yanluo is the worst and most evil person in the world.
And now such a great villain actually appeared in the capital. "Sir!"
Her face suddenly became extremely flustered. She didn't even have time to close the gate. After she came to her senses, she immediately stumbled into the study and said anxiously to He Jing who was sitting in front of the desk in a daze: "Sir, it's not good. I just heard from Xiao Zhuzi that Wei Yanluo appeared in the capital."
“.”
His body trembled and he suddenly looked up at Cui'er. He Jing's reaction was both normal and abnormal.
His expression at this moment was indeed shocked, but it seemed that it was not because of the incident itself, but the kind of shock of "I actually guessed it right".
On the other side, Cui Er, of course, was unaware of this. She just hurriedly repeated what the little servant said, and then said with lingering fear: "Sir, I heard that many people died at the Meridian Gate."
"Fortunately, Master Wei told us not to go out this morning, otherwise..."
The sound suddenly stopped. Cui'er didn't react at first, but now she finally realized something was wrong.
Her eyes suddenly became blank, and after a pause she asked He Jing in a low voice.
"Sir, how did Master Wei know this?"
“.”
He Jing opened his mouth but didn't answer, and he didn't know how to answer.
Thinking back to the poem left by Wei Changtian, he was silent for a long time, and finally just whispered an order.
"Go and close the doors and windows."
"After today, I'm afraid there will be no more Daqian."
On the other side, the Meridian Gate.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, with golden light shining for thousands of miles. There was not a breath of wind around the huge palace.
The dazzling sunlight fell on the dense scales, and the bright spots formed a golden ocean.
Soon after Wei Changtian entered the palace, reinforcements from the four city gates arrived one after another. So far, no less than 100,000 soldiers have come, and the number is still increasing.
Although the palace is very large, such a large number of people are enough to surround it layer by layer, which is quite spectacular to look at.
However, even though more and more people came, just like before, no one dared to step into that red wall.
Everyone was just staring at the rising and falling eaves of the palace with tense eyes, holding various weapons tightly in their hands, waiting for the final result.
At first glance, the scene is actually quite ridiculous.
Wei Changtian is alone, and he is obviously chasing Jing Guoqing in the palace.
More than 100,000 Daqian soldiers just watched outside, and did not dare to enter the palace to rescue the emperor.
For the soldiers who arrived later, they naturally could not understand why this happened, and could not understand why the generals did not dare to order the army to enter the palace.
But for those generals who witnessed or even participated in the battle with Wei Changtian, they might have lost hope ever since Wei Changtian suddenly appeared on the Meridian Gate and forced the old eunuch to reluctantly save Jing Guoqing in that way.
Regardless of whether Jing Guoqing will die or not, Daqian has already lost this battle.
This can be clearly seen from the corpses of the imperial guards all over the streets, the fear on the faces of the common people, and the more than 100,000 soldiers who dared not enter the palace to rescue the emperor.
Of course, even so, no one wants to see Jing Guoqing really die at the hands of Wei Changtian.
Many people still hold on to a glimmer of hope, waiting for a miracle.
What if the emperor is not dead? What if the emperor is not only alive, but also killed Wei Yanluo?
The Jing family has been running Daqian for more than a thousand years, how could they not have any tricks up their sleeves? Yes, the emperor must have a way, Daqian will not just perish in the hands of Wei Yanluo. With this thought in mind, most people are pessimistic at the moment, but they are not completely desperate.
And as if to prove that their idea was correct, the roar coming from deep within the palace had never stopped since it began an hour ago.
There is no doubt that this shows that the battle in the palace was not only fierce, but also very tense, otherwise the outcome would not have been decided until now.
Then, this also means that Jing Guoqing and the Jing family are not without a chance . Pairs of wide-open eyes, tense faces, and not a single sound could be heard where more than 100,000 people stood, only a dull roar echoed between heaven and earth.
At this moment, every minute and every second seemed as long as a century for the people of Daqian.
Then at a certain moment, when the scorching sun in the sky was even setting, the roar finally stopped.
".End?"
Someone stammered something, but no one answered.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the open city gate until a figure appeared at the end of the spotless white stone road behind the city gate.
There was no trace of blood on the man's body, and he was walking towards the Meridian Gate step by step, very slowly.
Although the distance was still far, countless people recognized who he was at the first moment.
"Yes, it's Your Majesty!!"
"The Emperor is not dead!!"
"God bless Daqian! Wuuwuwu! God bless my Daqian!!!"
“.”
After a pause, chaotic and excited cheers suddenly broke out, like waves rushing straight into the sky.
Countless people shouted loudly with excitement on their faces, some even covered their faces and cried with joy. The haze that had been suppressed in their hearts finally disappeared in an instant at this moment.
"His Majesty!!"
At the same time, accompanied by urgent shouts, several generals who had come to their senses immediately rushed towards Jing Guoqing.
Even though they didn't dare to lead troops into the palace to rescue the emperor just now, they would all be doomed to die if Jing Guoqing settled accounts with them in the future.
But at this time they no longer cared about these things, and all they felt was a sense of relief at having escaped death.
No matter what, the emperor is not dead, and Daqian is not destroyed !
Just like that, several figures quickly passed through layers of military formations and rushed into the tall city gate, and the distance between them and Jing Guoqing was rapidly shortening.
However, when the two sides were only a dozen feet apart, the generals suddenly stopped without any warning.
Because it was not until this moment that they finally saw Jing Guoqing's pale face and finally heard what he was saying in his constantly opening and closing mouth. "Save, save me, save me"
“.”
"Your Majesty."
Their expressions instantly turned into ones of extreme fear, and all the generals subconsciously took a half step back, feeling a sudden piercing chill rising up their spines.
They stared at Jing Guoqing in a daze, not understanding why he was so desperate when he had no injuries at all.
And the next moment, when a long sword suddenly appeared behind Jing Guoqing and immediately pierced into the five-clawed real dragon on his robe, everyone knew the answer.
“Puff!!”
The sword sank into the flesh and blood, and the tip of the sword pierced through the chest.
The blood instantly soaked Jing Guoqing's dragon robe, and his life force was rapidly fading away.
He looked down at the cold sword tip on his chest, then raised his head with difficulty and looked at the several frightened generals in front of him, and the vast army standing behind them.
Jing Guoqing's eyes showed some reluctance, some sadness, and some loss.
No one knows what happened in the palace in the past hour.
Perhaps if these soldiers outside the palace really rushed in to help Jing Guoqing, the result would be different.
It's a pity that everything is meaningless now. Jing Guoqing slowly closed his eyes and didn't say a word until the end.
His body shook a few times, and then he slowly fell to the ground without even a speck of dust being raised.
“.”
All the excitement outside the Meridian Gate came to an abrupt halt at this moment, and even time seemed to be frozen in this moment.
All that was left was endless silence.
"Da, da, da"
“Puff.”
“Clang.”
He walked to Jing Guoqing's body, drew out the Longquan sword, and returned it to its sheath.
When Wei Changtian, covered in blood, finished doing all this, the generals not far away were still standing there blankly, as if they had even forgotten to escape.
Wei Changtian ignored them and didn't even look at them. He just walked slowly past them, walked out of the city gate, and walked slowly along the long street.
“Crash!”
There was a loud sound of armor rubbing against each other, and the soldiers crowded outside the city gate retreated to both sides in panic, leaving a wide enough passage.
Wei Changtian walked forward along this passage without turning his head once.
The sun, which had already set in the west, cast its slanting light, stretching his shadow very long.
At this moment, apart from the sound of his footsteps, there seemed to be no other sound in the world.
If you only listen but don't look, I'm afraid no one will believe that he is not the only one standing here.
And in this dead silence, Wei Changtian quickly walked to the door of the teahouse.
He stopped and glanced at the tea drinkers standing in a daze in the front hall.
Wei Changtian stepped over the threshold with an expressionless face, walked to the seat where he had been sitting before, then reached out and picked up the three boxes of mung bean cakes that were still on the table.
Logically speaking, his identity had been exposed, and he had just killed so many people, so these tea drinkers should have run away when they saw him.
But as if he had lost his soul, no one in the entire teahouse dared to move until now.
Everyone just stared blankly at Wei Changtian carrying the mung bean cake and walking out step by step, and then he suddenly stopped when passing by the storyteller.
"By the way, you haven't finished talking about that part of the book just now."
"Actually, I'd like to know what happened next."
In the stunned eyes of everyone, Wei Changtian actually asked the storyteller with a smile: "Sir, I wonder how I killed Lu Hongji at that time?"
“.”
How did I kill Lu Hongji in the first place? Undoubtedly, no one could have imagined that Wei Changtian would actually ask such a question.
The storyteller was so frightened that he became stupid and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
"Please spare my life, sir. Please spare my life, sir."
"I won't dare to do that again. Please, please let me go."
The storyteller's mind had gone blank and he had no idea what the answers to the questions Wei Changtian had asked were.
Even if he remembered, he naturally did not dare to answer at this moment. He just knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Seeing this, Wei Changtian didn't ask any more questions, but just waved his hand gently.
"Okay, stop knocking, I won't kill you."
"If you don't want to say it, forget it."
"But whether you believe it or not, I definitely didn't kill Lu Hongji, so there's no need to talk about this part when I tell the story again."
The voice was calm and the tone was gentle.
In the storyteller's frightened and confused gaze, Wei Changtian paused for a moment, then smiled and pointed to the Meridian Gate in the distance.
"Anyway, you saw what happened today with your own eyes, so just tell me about it later."
"It was indeed me who killed Jing Guoqing, and now there is no one left alive in the entire Jing family."
"So, everyone"
Wei Changtian's eyes shifted away from the storyteller and scanned the teahouse, and his voice gradually became serious.
"Your emperor is dead. Three hundred thousand rebels will arrive tonight at the latest. How can this city be in chaos again by then?"
"I have no intention of killing anyone, so if you don't want to die, go home."
"You may not be able to accept it for the time being, but you Daqian have indeed..."
"Dead."
(End of this chapter)
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