Before noon, Zhao Zixu heard a commotion outside and turned to ask Eunuch Luo, "Is it the uncle of the Prince of Qinghe who broke into the palace?"
Eunuch Luo replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
The two thousand elite soldiers of King Qinghe have rushed into the imperial palace and sealed off the inner and outer areas of the imperial city, so that not even a fly can fly out.
At this moment, Prince Qinghe, wearing armor, led five hundred soldiers to the front of the Zichen Palace and fought with the imperial guards.
The sounds of shouting and killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined and echoed in the Zichen Hall.
The door of the Purple Palace slowly opened, and the gentle autumn light penetrated the Purple Palace. The fine wind blew in, and turning your face aside, you felt very comfortable.
"Luo Shen, come with me and see how the emperor's uncle was defeated by me." Zhao Zixu smiled indifferently, as if basking in the spring breeze.
Since Zhao Zixu was a child, Nei Shi Luo has been serving by his side. He has spent much more time with Zhao Zixu than the empress dowager, the queen, and even the late emperor. He can be said to be the person who has spent the most time with Zhao Zixu.
Eunuch Luo is the person who knows Zhao Zixu best and is the most loyal to him. For Eunuch Luo, Zhao Zixu is the only important person in his life.
"I obey your order." Luo Shen said.
Hua Fushu had not left the palace yet. At this moment, she was also in the Purple Palace. She stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I will accompany you on behalf of Ye Zelin."
She was dressed in a black suit, with her three thousand black hair tied up high. She held the Qingming Sword in her right hand. Her eyes were heroic and she looked very capable and decisive.
Your Majesty is a particularly important person to Ye Zelin. If Ye Zelin is not by Your Majesty's side at the most critical moment of Your Majesty, Ye Zelin will definitely feel regretful.
As a wife, Hua Fushu is willing to accompany His Majesty on behalf of Ye Zelin and watch His Majesty win the final victory on his behalf.
"I believe that Yu Shi will definitely come back." Zhao Zixu trusted Ye Zelin at all times. He firmly believed that Ye Zelin would definitely come back to watch him kill King Qinghe.
Zhao Zixu said, "All of you come with me and see how my soldiers capture the rebels."
"yes."
Hua Fushu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, by now His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin and my men should have arrived outside the palace to quell the rebellion."
Zhao Zixu smiled and nodded.
Zhao Zixu strode out of the hall. He wanted to see Prince Qinghe defeated by him with his own eyes.
Luo Nei Shi, Hua Fushu and others followed closely behind Zhao Zixu.
Zhao Zixu stood tall and straight, standing on the white marble steps, looking down at the swordplay and saber-rattling in the palace, and the rebellious rebels fighting with the imperial guards.
There was a faint smile of victory on the corner of his mouth. Prince Qinghe thought that the commander of the imperial guards, Jun Shouyi, was his man, but in fact, it was not the case.
Jun Shouyi was indeed the confidant of Prince Qinghe in the imperial guards, but not now.
Nie Huaixin shot and killed the former commander of the imperial guards in order to allow Jun Shouyi to take the position, as Jun Shouyi was easier to bribe and instigate a rebellion.
Yes, he secretly instigated Jun Shouyi to rebel, so Prince Qinghe was able to break into the imperial city so easily.
The reputation of King Qinghe for his virtue was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. As long as he forced King Qinghe to rebel, he could justifiably kill King Qinghe on the spot without any doubt.
Just as Hua Fushu said, Qin Youran was leading the Tianxuan Guards, Meizong's masters and several princes' palace soldiers to fight the rebels at the palace gate.
At another palace gate, Yu Chisu siblings, Ling Zhiheng, Ye Yunlu and others were also fighting with the rebels.
Outside the city, on the official road.
The golden leaves on both sides fell from the branches, made a bend or circle, and landed gracefully on the ground. Some of them danced gracefully before falling happily.
Ye Zelin sat on his horse, steady as a pine tree, one hand holding the reins, the other pointing his spear at the ground, "You don't have the ability to kill me!"
Several killers, armed with swords, swarmed forward.
Ye Zelin brandished his spear, blocking, chopping, picking and stabbing. With a series of movements, he not only avoided the killer's attack, but also forced the killer to retreat and flew to avoid his counterattack.
The killers, under the orders of their master, must take Ye Zelin's life. One of the killers flew up with a long sword in his hand and struck Ye Zelin's vital point.
It happened so fast that Ye Zelin used the stirrups to fly into the air, avoiding the killer's attack, and landed gracefully.
At the same time, two killers rushed towards Ye Zelin. Ye Zelin blocked them with his spear. After several rounds, he successfully forced back the two killers.
He must fight quickly and decisively so that he can get back to see His Majesty in time.
Ye Zelin fought with the killers for twenty or thirty rounds, but was still within the killers' attack range.
Just as he was thinking about how to break out, arrows flew towards the killers. The sound of arrows piercing the bodies rang in the killers' ears, and bright red blood gurgled out. The killers fell to the ground in horror.
Ye Zelin looked at the killers on the ground, turned around, and saw a person who surprised him greatly, "Ci Yuan!"
"When it rains."
On the official road not far away, stood an army of over a hundred men, led by none other than Ye Zelin’s good friend, Zhao Ciyuan, the son of General Huaihua.
Ye Zelin walked over and said, "Luckily I met you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get away for a while."
"I heard the sounds of fighting from afar, and only when I got closer did I realize it was you." Zhao Ciyuan ordered a soldier to bring a horse over. "There is no time to lose, you must go to the capital first."
Ye Zelin responded, jumped on the horse, turned around, waved the whip, and galloped away.
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In front of the Purple Palace.
Prince Qinghe killed several imperial guards who were besieging him. He jumped up from the ground, pushed his feet hard, and flew towards Zhao Zixu like an arrow, then landed steadily on the white marble steps.
He held the purple lightning sword in his hand and looked at Zhao Zixu with eyes like a cheetah full of ambition.
Zhao Zixu, who was standing on the steps, immediately noticed the sword in Prince Qinghe's hand and asked, "Uncle Prince Qinghe, are you planning to use the sword my father gave you to take my life?"
Hearing Zhao Zixu's words, King Qinghe's cold eyes suddenly glanced to the right, and he suddenly thought of something.
This Purple Lightning Sword was a gift from his brother Zhao Zhong when he returned triumphantly from his first battle. It had been hidden in the armory for a long time, and it was only after his brother begged the emperor for more than half a year that the emperor reluctantly gave it to his brother.
Thinking of his brother, Prince Qinghe's eyes softened inexplicably.
Zhao Zixu was his brother's most cherished eldest son, and was once his favorite and most beloved nephew. Especially when he was in the Prince of England's palace, his favorite thing was to tease Zhao Zixu, who was only a few years old.
He looked at the Purple Lightning Sword, his eyes unclear. Did he really want to use the sword his brother gave him to kill his brother's son?
He raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhao Zixu, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes that he shouldn't do that.
Soon, he rejected it without hesitation.
Being born in an imperial family, fighting for power and killing each other among brothers and sisters is normal.
Didn’t the previous emperor also eliminate all his opponents before finally sitting on the throne of crown prince and then ascending the throne?
If the late emperor could do it, why can’t he?
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