It seemed that the sharp sword was about to pierce Hua Fushu's vital point.
Hua Fushu's eyes narrowed slightly, and in desperation he wanted to swing the Qingming Sword to fight back, but it was too late.
At that moment, the Purple Lightning Sword was suddenly picked up by a spear, and King Qinghe hurriedly took a step back.
Hua Fushu's life was saved.
The man was dressed in blue, looked dusty, and his light blue stubble made him look a little sloppy, but his face was still handsome.
This person is Ye Zelin.
Ye Zelin turned around and looked at Zhao Zixu. Their eyes met, and it seemed like they had a thousand words to say, but in the end, they only said one sentence.
"Your Majesty, I am back."
Zhao Zixu nodded slightly, a look of delight on his face.
Ye Yushi is finally back!
Ye Zelin held a spear, pointing it at King Qinghe. His eyes were sharp, and he glanced at Hua Fushu from the corner of his eye and asked, "Fushu, is there anything wrong?"
Hua Fushu raised her apricot-like eyes to look at Ye Zelin and replied softly, "I'm fine."
As soon as Hua Fushu finished speaking, Ye Zelin moved like lightning in an instant and launched an attack on King Qinghe.
She stood up and looked at Ye Zelin intently, admiring her man's grace.
She knew that Ye Zelin was an excellent swordsman and that he had mastered the essence of the Ye family's spearmanship, but she seldom saw Ye Zelin use his spearmanship and didn't know how advanced his spearmanship was. She didn't expect that Ye Zelin's spearmanship was so superb and as smooth as flowing water.
The gun shadow flashed and the momentum was like a rainbow. The Ye family's gun skills were indeed well-deserved.
Ye Zelin's spear was so powerful that it completely suppressed King Qinghe's momentum, leaving him unable to fight back.
Ye Zelin kicked King Qinghe hard in the chest, sending him flying. King Qinghe's back hit the stone pillar hard, and then he fell on the steps in a mess, rolling down the steps uncontrollably.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Zelin flashed and rushed to the side of King Qinghe at the speed of covering his ears and stealing the bell. He swung the spear in his hand fiercely, and the sharp tip of the spear instantly touched King Qinghe's throat.
"Zhao You, you are deeply favored by the Emperor and have received the Emperor's grace, yet you harbor evil ambitions and plot to murder His Majesty and usurp the throne. This is one of your crimes!"
After Ye Zelin finished speaking, he stabbed the spear in his hand towards King Qinghe's left shoulder.
"Not only that, you coerced the Imperial Physician Qi into secretly administering a drug to Crown Prince Huaizhang, causing his premature death. Knowing the Second Prince suffered from asthma, you ordered reed fluff to be sewn into his bedding, causing an asthma attack and death from suffocation. You are so cruel and heartless, you have lost all conscience, not even sparing a five-year-old child and a swaddled infant! This is your second crime!"
Ye Zelin thrust his spear into King Qinghe's right shoulder.
Prince Qinghe grimaced in pain but didn't even cry out.
Ye Zelin witnessed the birth of Prince Huaizhang. He regarded His Majesty as his close friend and brother, and naturally regarded Prince Huaizhang as his nephew.
Prince Huaizhang was intelligent, cute and kind-hearted. If he had not died young, he would have been an outstanding crown prince in the future, and the Song Dynasty would have had an enlightened monarch.
As for the Second Prince...
His Majesty once said that he wanted to marry his children to his. If it weren't for Prince Qinghe's murder, the Second Prince would have been his future son-in-law.
His friendship with His Majesty will continue into the next generation.
"Prince Qinghe, to seize control of the northern border, you took advantage of General Huo Qing's defeat of the Liao army, leaving him exhausted and ready to march. You conspired with Cai Yuanchang and others to murder General Huo Qing, slaughtering the entire Huo family and other innocent soldiers. You murdered loyal and righteous men and the innocent. This is truly a heinous crime. This is your third sin!"
Ye Zelin was filled with righteous indignation, and stabbed the spear in his hand into the left calf of King Qinghe, avoiding the vital part.
No matter which of the two crimes, Prince Qinghe was guilty of murdering the prince or killing loyal officials, he was guilty of the death penalty. What's more, Prince Qinghe also forced the emperor to abdicate and seize the throne, which was a crime punishable by confiscation of property and extermination of the entire clan.
The fate of Prince Qinghe should be decided and judged by Your Majesty.
The imperial guards fought bravely and killed all the rebels. The bright red blood covered the ground, like the Lycoris radiata flowers blooming by the Yellow Spring, rich and brilliant, as if announcing the arrival of victory.
At this time, the commander of the imperial guards, Jun Shouyi, came over with a bloody sword in hand, knelt on one knee, and said to Zhao Zixu, "Your Majesty, all the rebels have been killed."
Zhao Zixu said calmly, "Very good."
Prince Qinghe turned his head to look at Jun Shouyi, looking at him with disbelief, "Jun Shouyi, you betrayed me? Have you forgotten that everything you have was given to you by me?"
Jun Shouyi wasn't afraid of Prince Qinghe. He straightened his body and spoke righteously, "Your Highness, you have indeed been kind to me and supported me, but I am loyal to Your Majesty and the Song Dynasty. How can I be accused of betraying you? You cannot slander my reputation with empty words!"
After hearing what Jun Shouyi said, King Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood. I wonder if it was because of Jun Shouyi's anger.
Good boy, you made your position clear in one sentence, distanced yourself from their relationship, and expressed your loyalty to Zhao Zixu.
No wonder Jun Shouyi changed sides at the critical moment. It turned out that Zhao Zixu had bribed him a long time ago.
He thought everything was going well today, but he didn't know that Zhao Zixu had caught him in a trap.
Jun Shouyi stood up and stepped aside.
Zhao Zixu walked down the stairs one step at a time. His steps were slow but steady. Eunuch Luo followed Zhao Zixu and wanted to support him, but Zhao Zixu waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it.
Zhao Zixu looked at the blood-soaked Prince Qinghe lying on the ground and asked, "Uncle Prince, now that you've been imprisoned, do you regret it?"
Prince Qinghe glanced at Zhao Zixu and suddenly chuckled towards the sky.
Does he regret it?
No.
He was never one to regret.
"Uncle, Dad and I have treated you well, why are you plotting a rebellion?"
When Zhao Zixu mentioned the late emperor, a warm feeling surged in Prince Qinghe's heart, and all the past events emerged in his mind like smoke and clouds.
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