Now it was Zhao Gou's turn to be surprised. Seeing that his successful rebellion was suddenly shattered, Zhao Gou could not help but sigh to the sky: "It is God's will, God's will!"
Zhu Dalang's cavalry guards numbered seven or eight hundred, and this was Zhao Gou's last trump card. He had hoped that these eight hundred men would surprise Zhao Huan and eliminate him, but who knew that a group of tiger officials would suddenly appear.
The most terrible thing is that almost all the Tiger Yamen officials came out. Black Tiger, wearing a sharp knife and eyebrow-shaped sword, is the synonym of terror and has now become the messenger of death.
Li Chen and Zhu Dalang were defeated step by step. They were unable to protect themselves, let alone deal with Zhao Huan.
There were still more than a hundred people around Zhao Huan. He supported Nangong Lian'er with his left hand and pointed his sword at Zhao Gou with his right hand: "Capture the traitor Zhao Gou!"
Wu Ge and Pan Bufeng jumped up almost at the same time, and they rushed straight towards Zhao Gou. It would be a great achievement if they could capture Zhao Gou alive.
The officials of the Hu Ya Si also rushed towards Zhao Gou one after another, they also wanted to achieve this unprecedented achievement.
Zhao Gou's face turned pale. He did not have the fearless spirit of Zhao Huan: "Zhu Da, save me!"
Zhao Gou did not have that many death warriors. Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Chen and Zhu Dalang abandoned Zhao Gou and tried to escape, but were stopped by the people of Hu Yasi.
Compared with the enthusiasm of everyone just now who was vying to die for Zhao Huan, Zhao Gou felt disappointed.
Zhao Huan saw all of this and shouted, "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world! King Kang, you will not win this world. Even if you kill me, the Song Dynasty will not be yours. One day, others will rebel against you!"
Zhao Gou felt waves of fear welling up in his heart. He was afraid of death, and even more afraid of being imprisoned. He had had enough of that boring and cautious life.
Zhao Gou held his sword across his neck, his eyes fixed on Zhao Huan. Success makes the king, failure makes the loser.
Zhao Huan reached out his hand. He wanted to stop him, but he kept his mouth shut. He was his brother, after all, and Zhao Huan didn't want to kill him. But he also knew that those who aspire to greatness can even sacrifice their closest relatives. Kindness to the enemy is a weakness; they will use your kindness against you.
Zhao Gou slashed his neck with his sword, blood spurted out, and then he fell down.
Zhao Huan could never forget the look in his eyes, which contained the despair of the winners and the sadness of the losers, as well as the loneliness.
Before his death, Zhao Gou kept looking at Zhao Huan. Perhaps he was waiting, waiting for Zhao Huan to say a word to pardon him, but Zhao Huan never said it in the end.
Or perhaps he wasn't waiting, he was simply unwilling to give up. He hated the heavens for letting him fail at the last moment, and thought being captured was even more terrifying than death, so he chose suicide.
After Zhao Gou's death, the remaining infantry and cavalry guards immediately lost their courage to fight. With their leader dead, what was the point of their last struggle?
"Soldiers, listen to my orders! King Kang's rebellion was not orchestrated by you. If you are willing to lay down your weapons and surrender, I will spare his life!"
"Dangdu! Dangdu!" The rebels threw their weapons to the ground.
Li Chen and Zhu Dalang hesitated and wanted to run, so they took the opportunity to quietly retreat to the side.
"Catch him!" Zheng Xian had already seen it.
Dozens of Tiger Yasi officials pointed their knives at Li Zhu and the other man.
Zhu Dalang sighed, slashed his neck with his sword, and followed Zhao Gou.
Li Chen's hand holding the sword was shaking. He didn't have the courage to do so, even though he knew that being captured would be a worse fate.
"Catch him!" Wang Dabao shouted. Li Chen shuddered, dropped his sword to the ground, and was left helpless. Two Tiger Yasi officials immediately held him down.
The ground was flooded with blood, hundreds of Dragon Guards died in battle, and only one in ten of the palace guards brought by Wu Ge survived, but this major case of conspiracy to usurp the throne finally came to an end.
Nangong Lian'er was injured in her left shoulder and bleeding heavily. She was struggling to hold on, but now she could no longer hold on and fainted.
Zhao Huan was shocked: "Someone come!"
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Funing Palace.
Nangong Lian'er lay in a coma in the inner room, her face pale. The arrow in her shoulder had been removed, and the imperial physician, Sai Hua Tuo, was carrying a medicine box and preparing various wound remedies.
Zhao Huan rubbed his hands anxiously: "What happened to Hua Tuo?"
Sai Hua Tuo prepared the medicine while saying, "Your Majesty, please be at ease. Miss Nangong has only lost too much blood. Her life is probably fine."
Zhao Huan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. If it weren't for her, Zhao Huan's life would have been left in Maoer Mountain.
Sai Hua Tuo prepared the ointment and ordered the palace maid to apply it on Nangong Lian'er's wound.
"Wrap it with gauze, but not too tight." Sai Huatuo ordered.
Just as the two maids were about to take action, Zhao Huan took the gauze and said, "Let me do it."
The other two palace maids gently helped Nangong Lian'er up, and Zhao Huan wrapped the gauze around her wound, then wrapped it around her shoulder.
Perhaps Zhao Huan's clumsy hands and feet hurt Nangong Lian'er. She snorted softly, frowned and slowly opened her eyes, only to see Zhao Huan in front of her with a smile on his face.
"Are you awake?" Zhao Huan asked with concern.
Nangong Lian'er moved her body slightly, touching the wound, and couldn't help but hum again.
Zhao Huan hurriedly laid her down: "Lie down first, don't move. The doctor said you lost too much blood and need to rest."
"Your Majesty," Nangong Lian'er smiled softly, her pale lips devoid of any color. "I didn't expect Your Majesty to be so brave and not afraid of that Prince Kang at all."
Zhao Huan blushed for a rare moment, and said that he was pretending not to be afraid. In fact, Zhao Huan was already scared out of his wits at that time, but as an emperor he could not accept the humiliation of failure and deliberately pretended to be calm.
"He is a traitor now, no longer His Royal Highness Prince Kang." Zhao Huan gently covered her with a blanket.
Nangong Lian'er slowly shook her head: "Your Majesty, no matter what, he is your brother. Prince Kang has already committed suicide to atone for his sins. Your Majesty, please stop dwelling on a dead man. You must be a wise and benevolent ruler. Look at those guards today. They all admire your majesty's wisdom and bravery and are willing to die for you."
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