The main hall of Prince Jing's Mansion.

Outside the gate, the soldiers who came were looking at the gate and sighed.

Because the fire had completely sealed the door, the flames soared into the sky and sprayed all the way to the roof beams, turning it into a huge torch.

Princess Jing, who was dressed in a rich dress, was sitting in the main hall, holding the back of the chair with both hands, looking as graceful and elegant as usual, with a calm face.

But in front of her, there were many people lying scattered on the ground.

They are all women and children.

They are the concubines of King Jing and the children of King Jing.

The childish face of a girl who was at most ten years old and facing outward was full of pain. Traces of blood could be seen on the corners of her mouth and in her nose.

These people all died after taking poison.

The fire grew bigger and bigger until it completely blocked everyone's sight.

Quan Hui, the eunuch from the palace, looked at this scene in horror. He was originally ordered to rush to Prince Jing's Mansion to capture Prince Jing's family members.

I didn't expect to see this scene at all.

It is said that Princess Jing and King Jing have the same temperament, that they would rather break than bend, and would rather die than humiliate their character. I can see that today.

In fact, even if King Jing rebels, he himself will not die.

The Song Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. Children should be filial to their parents, but in turn, parents also need to show love for their children.

With the current temperament of this official, how could he let a description of his killing his son appear in the history books?

The most likely outcome for King Jing who failed was that he would be exiled to a beautiful temple in the south of the Yangtze River to read and copy scriptures, and would never be able to leave the temple again for the rest of his life.

He can still live with his family.

Although the glory and wealth are gone, and although they will be more miserable, it is only compared to his past life. To be honest, even at this point, their life is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Quan Hui is responsible for handling these matters specifically. There are quite a lot of royal blood reciting sutras in Jiangnan Four Hundred and Eighty Temple!

Unexpectedly, King Jing burned himself to death.

Now, Princess Jing has taken away all the women and children of King Jing with a fire.

Quan Hui also recognized the female doll with the face facing outward.

He was born to one of King Jing's concubines. He was smart and had a clever mouth that could please people. Even the officials admired him very much. But now, his appearance is no longer the same.

We are not part of the same family. We really don’t belong to the same family!

Dead, all dead!

At the moment when the fire sealed the door, Quan Hui stood on tiptoes and counted the people in the room.

I don’t know what means Prince Jing’s Mansion used to make the fire so big that it is impossible to save it. Now, we can only wait until the fire is completely extinguished before taking inventory.

But I can't tell what I can count by then.

In an inconspicuous little room in the backyard of Prince Jing's Mansion, Wang Zhu's eyes widened and he tightly covered a child's mouth to prevent him from crying.

The child's tears fell on Wang Zhu's hand like broken beads.

His name is Zhao Sa.

He is only seven years old this year and is the youngest son of King Jing.

In that hall, there was also a corpse about the same size as him.

After Wang Zhu sent back the news of the failure, Princess Jing handed the child into Wang Zhu's hands.

"Send him to Xiao Changqing." Princess Jing handed Wang Zhu the child's jade plate, some documents, and even a personal letter from Princess Jing.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of someone approaching could be heard in his ears. Wang Zhu wiped the tears from his face, put seven-year-old Zhao Sa on his back, tied him tightly, and then opened the door.

There is a stone slab inside. Under the stone slab is a tunnel, which leads to the maze-like underground sewers in Bianliang City.

Standing in the tunnel, the stench hit his nostrils. Wang Zhu carefully covered the stone slabs, and then walked towards the distance step by step with sewage up to his calves.

On the street littered with corpses, Qin Min managed to get up from the ground with a knife. Opposite him, Wanyan Bago was also struggling to get up with his hands on the ground.

Wanyan Bage's injury was more serious than Qin Min's.

A knife was stabbed in the stomach. Even with the protection of armor, Wanyan Bago immediately lost his fighting ability with this knife.

This is not because Wanyan Bage is much worse than Qin Min.

It was because at the last moment, Qin Min suddenly seemed to be possessed by a ghost. His strength suddenly increased greatly, and Qin Min was seriously injured. Of course, Qin Min also felt uncomfortable. Wanyan Bage's final counterattack also cost him a leg.

Completely lost consciousness.

Wanyan Bage didn't know that at the critical moment of the fight between the two, Qin Min saw the fire rising into the sky in the direction of the inner city and the billowing smoke.

He knew he had failed.

All the hard work has failed.

King Jing's failure meant that Qin Min would never have the chance to avenge his father or clear up his grievances. It also meant the final fate of the remaining frontier soldiers.

He was filled with grief and anger.

He was furious.

He no longer has any concern for his own life.

He launched a frantic attack on Brother Wanyan.

Zhao Zhao kills people.

Zhaozhao doesn't want his own life.

Wanyan Bage is different.

He had no intention of working hard for Emperor Song.

He chased Qin Min just because this guy killed too many of his subordinates in Baigouyi, and even nearly killed him in Jumahe.

And Qin Min has nothing to worry about. He, Wanyan Bage, is still the leader of the army. Seeing Yelujun rising step by step, he is only one step away from becoming the emperor of Liao Kingdom, and as a person who loyally follows him, he will definitely

Of course, if you get a generous reward, you will have no intention of fighting with the other party.

Unfortunately, the more you don't want to die, the more death wants to chase you.

Looking at the ferocious-looking Qin Min walking towards him with the knife in his hand, Wanyan Bage struggled for a few times, but finally was unable to get up, let alone lift the knife. He couldn't help but sigh and gave up the struggle, staring at him with wide eyes.

Qin Min is here.

The sound of an arrow sounded in the air.

With a ding sound, Qin Min swung his sword and knocked away a sharp arrow. He glanced at the horsemen and horses galloping not far away and turned around suddenly, dragging his injured leg and turned the corner of the street.

By the time the knights arrived, Qin Min had already lost track of him.

Zhou He stood on the roof of a private house, staring at the flames and thick smoke rising into the sky in the direction of the inner city. He then turned to look at the same scene in the direction of Prince Jing's Mansion, and tears fell down unconsciously.

After standing on the roof for a long time, he turned around and went downstairs, walked out of the house, and walked along a small alley, twisting and turning towards the place he had been to many times during this time.

Although Bianliang City is in an unprecedented situation at this moment, all the troops have basically gone to the inner city to encircle and suppress the rebels. The few remaining people can only guard the traffic arteries and various city gates.

This puts Bianliang City in an extremely strange state.

Every household closed its doors and windows tightly, and there were countless people hiding under the bed and shivering.

Zhou He walked straight to the back door of a house, stretched out his hand and pushed it, the door opened in response, and he walked inside in a familiar manner.

Two burly men stood guard at the entrance of the stairs and nodded when they saw Zhou He coming in.

Zhou He climbed up the stairs and immediately saw Lin Ping sitting at the window, leaning on the railing and tasting wine.

With a sip of wine in his mouth, Lin Ping waved to Zhou He and said, "Come, come and see this rare scene."

"I've already seen it, for a long time!" Zhou He walked over step by step.

"It seems that King Jing has failed." Lin Ping said with a smile: "Well, Zhang Chao's appeal in the army is quite amazing. His military skills are also the best choice. From now on, I will be in Daliao

If we go south, it would be best if this person can be eliminated as soon as possible. Once Zhao Zhe is gone, this person will be almost the last guy in the Song Dynasty who has extremely high attainments in both strategy and tactics."

"You forgot that there is also Xiao Changqing in the Western Army!" Zhou He said.

"Hey, Xiao Changqing, after this incident, he may not be our enemy, maybe he will still be our friend in the future!" Lin Ping said with a smile: "Come on, come on, have a drink, this time, you can also stand up

Great contribution, without you, how could these thousands of border troops come to Bianliang? Without your connection, how could people like Tao Datong gather around King Jing and destroy King Jing's ambitions?"

Zhou He looked sadly at the thick smoke in the distance: "I originally thought His Highness King Jing could win."

Lin Ping turned his head and looked at Zhou He: "You also hid a lot of things from me, such as the people you sent to assassinate Zhang Chao. They almost succeeded. Zhou He, can you sue me and let me go?

, what are you using? Is it so powerful? Even the king of the county was seriously injured?"

A smile appeared on Zhou He's face, "Of course I got some of this stuff, Mr. Lin, look, this is it!"

Zhou He stretched out his hand into his arms.

But what he took out was a bright dagger.

In Lin Ping's somewhat horrified eyes, Zhou He rushed towards Lin Ping with a knife, and pierced Lin Ping's chest with a single blow.
To be continued...