Chapter 250 Flame

The sound of war drums outside the city can be heard vaguely even if they are in Fengqi Palace in the imperial city.

Emperor Yongde sat on the stairs at the highest point of the Fengqi Palace Hall, with his hair disheveled, leaning his sword on the ground with his right hand, and looking silently at the open palace gates. The rolling smoke blackened the morning sky and covered the rising sun.

No servants, ministers, guards, palace maids... are around him.

Everyone thinks that Emperor Yongde is completely crazy. He not only kills the prince, but also the ministers, concubines, and palace maids. No one has the courage to stay by his side.

"Your Majesty," a general rushed into the palace gate and shouted from afar under the steps, "General Zhang has surrendered, and the King of Qi and the Shengzhou coalition forces have attacked the city."

He did not dare to approach Emperor Yongde, for fear that Emperor Yongde would jump up and stab him to death.

"I understand," Emperor Yongde nodded stiffly, as if his neck was rusted, "Is there any news about Zhuo'er?"

The general shook his head: "The West did not see reinforcements."

"What am I thinking, of course he won't come," Emperor Yongde murmured to himself, "I killed Jingyun and chased him again... He is not my son... Haha, even my son is attacking me, how could he come to save me?"

"Your Majesty, the King of Qi did not attack the city," the general saw Emperor Yongde talking to himself, and spoke to remind him, "He said that he would not attack the city for the sake of the people in the city. The King of Qi also said that he would never harm His Majesty when he had a fight with His Majesty brothers. I hope His Majesty can move to the city with confidence and talk to him."

"I understand, go down." Emperor Yongde raised his hand and waved it, ordering the general to retreat.

After he was the only one left, Emperor Yongde stood up with one hand on the cold steps and tremblingly: "When I see him... how could I go to see him? Haha... I will never harm you, he will never let me survive."

"I am the Emperor of Dayan, not a livestock that can be slaughtered." He turned around, held the sword and walked into the hall staggeringly.

When he passed by the wall where Queen Pei had previously hung a portrait, he stopped and stared at the bare white wall.

He still remembers the scene where he pulled the portrait to pieces and let the pieces fall like white petals all over the ground.

"Jingyun, you are not wrong, it's me who is wrong," Emperor Yongde looked at the bare wall with empty eyes, "You know the personality of me. You know that once you tell me the truth, I will not only kill you, but also Zhuo'er..."

A dizziness came, Emperor Yongde couldn't stand steadily and reached out to hold the wall.

In a trance, he seemed to be back to his ten years old.

I remember that the capital was also bustling and lively at that time.

I remember that I was as reckless and angry as I am now.

"Xiao Ming, you are still my brother." He pointed at the boy opposite with the whip in his hand, "Why are you protecting this girl? You don't know her?"

The boy in front of him is Xiao Ming, who is one year younger than him and is a half-brother.

Xiao Ming protected a little girl who was lying on the ground and crying behind her. The little girl was only five or six years old and was crying loudly.

Whether it was him, Xiao Ming or that little girl, there were servants following him. All the servants knew who the two sides of the fight were, and no one dared to come up to dissuade them.

The boy opposite said, "Xiao Ben, don't go too far. Others just frighten your horse, so you hit someone with a whip."

"It's light to scare the prince, hit her," he was so angry that he raised the whip in his hand and tried to chop: "Your elbow actually turned out, believe it or not, I'll beat you together."

Xiao Ming took the girl's hand and ran away, shouting, "Wait, I'll tell my father that you are bullying others by your power."

He wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't bear to leave his pony, so he had to take back the whip.

Looking around, the girl's companion was still at the scene, about four or five years old, standing foolishly, holding a big pear and gnawing.

He said to the little girl who ate pears, "Hey, who is that silly girl?"

"It's my sister," the little girl looked at the whip in his hand in fear. "You...you should eat a pear too. My mother said that you can eat a pear when you are angry, and the pear can be used to remove the heat."

"What's your sister's name?" He was a little curious.

"Pei Jingyun." The little girl replied timidly, "My name is Pei Shaoya, Prince Brother, do you eat pears?"

"No," he raised his whip to scare her, "Go away."

The little girl threw away the pear, and a squirt of smoke ran away, and her speed was astonishing.

"It turns out to be Duke Pei's daughter," he turned around and tapped the horse whip on his palm and gently. "It turns out that the father said he was marrying Duke Pei, and he was talking about her. The silly girl in the country who didn't even know how to walk was probably the first time she came to the capital... I don't want to marry such a fool."

However, ten years later, he ascended the throne and married the silly girl who had hit his horse back then.

That silly girl has become charming and has an unparalleled reputation, and has become the best candidate for the emperor and empress.

In the bridal chamber, he said to Pei Jingyun: "I whipped you back then, because I was too young and too reckless. I will definitely treat you well in the future."

"It can't be changed," Pei Jingyun shook her head with a worried look on her face. "Your Majesty was still young at that time and only knew how to use a whip. Now Your Majesty is the emperor and can determine life and death, which is different."

At that time, he was in the wedding and did not take Pei Jingyun's words seriously, thinking that she was just minding what happened back then.

Looking back now, when we first met, Pei Jingyun already knew what he was like.

"You are afraid that I will kill Zhuo'er and have been hiding it for twenty years."

Emperor Yongde sighed heavily: "Why tell me the truth? You know that I am an idiot who cannot tolerate this fact, it would be great to keep it hidden. In this way, nothing will happen. You and I will die sooner or later, and Zhuo'er will ascend the throne. Why tell me the truth?"

He stumbled toward the room at the end of the corridor, holding the wall.

"You have endured twenty years of torture. Is it guilt that crushed you..." He knocked open the door, but tripped by the threshold, and suddenly rolled into the room.

As he turned, his sword hit a can, which shattered and fuel flowed out.

Emperor Yongde sat up and looked at the jars all over the room. The smell of fuel was smelled between his mouth and nose, and he remained silent.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," a voice came from afar, "There is a letter from the West."

Emperor Yongde was already in a daze at this time and heard "Western" as "King of Qi".

"He really couldn't help it. He was coming to urge me to die," he laughed, "Is this God's will?"

He waved his sword to cut down the candle on the table.

A small flame fell into the fuel on the ground and instantly turned into a dazzling ball of flames. A raging fire ignited throughout the room, wrapping him in the flames.
Chapter completed!