The night was like water, and a drop of ice water melted, dripping on the burning copper pillar, instantly turning into water vapor.

These decoration-like ignition platforms in the palace burned for the first time, and the flames were beating happily, and Chen Shou's face was illuminated and dark.

The sound of fighting was endless, and the prince and Chen Shou were both nervously staring at the place where the sound of killing was shocking.

That was the West Palace, and it was also the place where the two sides contacted each other. The fight never stopped from the beginning.

Prince Zhao Zhe is not weak at all now, his red eyes are covered with bloodshot, and he stands at the highest point with his sword in his arms.

"Aren't you holding Chen Shou's thighs and trying hard to brag about the Nine-Turn Golden Pill? I'm sorry you have also been granted the title of Marquis and Uncle."

Wang Xiang seemed to have never heard of his ridicule, and he said respectfully: "Eat the king's salary and loyalty to the king. Our family is just a consecrated slave, so we should serve Your Majesty."

"What's the matter with my father?"

"Your Majesty advises you to turn back and forth. If a father and son fight, he will never pursue it. After the nine turns of the golden elixir, Your Majesty is willing to abdicate as the Supreme Emperor, ignore the government affairs, and give the state affairs to you completely."

Zhao Zhe smiled at the sky, "Wang Xiang, do you really believe in the Nine Turns of the Golden Pill?"

"Old slave, believe me!"

Zhao Zhe's eyes moved. The old eunuch in front of him might be the one who contacted his father the most. He really believed in the Nine Turns of the Golden Pill?

"Then there is nothing to say. Go back and tell your father that when I kill the traitor, it's like he apologizes for the blame."

Wang Xiang knelt down and shouted: "Your Highness, don't make mistakes again and again. Just trust Your Majesty once."

Zhao Zhe sneered repeatedly, believing him? It would be better to commit suicide by wiping his neck.

Crown Prince Zhao Zhe breathed hard, "Transfer the order to conquer the West Palace tonight and show the rebel Chen Shou the head of the public! Some Chen Shou's heads will be given a thousand taels of gold and a title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Houses."

In an era without the founding military merits, it is difficult to be granted a title of marquis. Once a title of marquis is granted a title, it will be a separation with the country.

This is not a simple reward, it is a huge opportunity for generations to benefit. All the prince’s subordinates were red.

Wang Xiang's heart was filled with anger. He had not ascended the throne yet and had already begun to make a title of marquis. He clearly did not take the emperor seriously.

Unexpectedly, so many people in the palace were all gone, and the prince actually pretended to be sick.

All the guards under the prince's sect cheered loudly, and Wang Xiang's face darkened. The prince turned around and said, "Wang Xiang, I know you are a loyal minister. I will not kill you today. After you go back, take care of my father and tell him not to panic. He said that his son will kill the rebels tonight."

"Your Majesty has an order, and you must not hurt Chen Shou's life."

Zhao Zhe's face twitched. His father was determined to believe in Chen Shou, and he secretly wondered whether this thing was real.

If it is true, the golden elixir will be immortal and immortal... Who can refuse this temptation?

This farmer boy has come to this point step by step. Is it true that the gods and immortals help me?

Suddenly, there was no one who set fire near the West Palace.

The fires soaring into the sky reflect the dense red clouds in the night sky, and the people of Bianliang all looked up and watched.

The palace was killed so hard that blood flowed into a river. Almost all the officials of Wei Yunse and others entered the palace and were sent by the prince to imprison them in Yong'an Palace.

Their subordinates were all working hard for the prince outside, and there were also a group of people who came out of nowhere, who were also fearless of death.

If Chen Shou hadn't been good at fighting enough, it would be difficult to persevere.

A night of bloody battle...

In front of the Suzaku Gate of the West Palace, the desolate horn sounded again.

The soldiers in the apricot yellow Taoist robe had fought for a day and night, but their faces were still without any fatigue, but were as calm as if they had just woken up. In front of Chen Shou, hundreds of cavalrymen lined up, holding reins in one hand and a spear about a meter long in the other, and the spear was straight forward. The horse's breath spewed out a wave of white mist. The Xiliang horses were crisscrossing mountains, and I don't know how many times they experienced in this difficult battle formation.

Most of them were borrowed by Chen Shou from Xiliang, and some were retired veterans from Xiliang whom he recruited himself.

What Chen Shou did not expect was that the opponent could hold on. This ghost who had endured for so long and finally took the hand of the Zhao family, the prince, to take revenge, had accumulated something.

Chen Shou held the railing with both hands and looked down at the square under his feet. After a day of desperate battle, every brick and stone on Zhuque Square was filled with blood. In the ditches on both sides of the square, blood gathered into a stream, and the deepest part was enough to flood people's ankles.

It is now the middle of winter, and the blood has condensed into ice at this time, but the rich smell of blood cannot be removed.

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White Tiger Hall, Imperial Guard Festival Hall.

Yulin General Cao Wu wore iron armor inside and a Confucian robe outside. He clasped his fists on his knees and sat upright.

A small yellow gate, holding a yellow silk edict in his hand, raised it high and whispered: "Chen Shou rebelled, and the heavens and the heavens were angry! Now the crown prince is in charge of His Majesty's secret edict to summon loyal and righteous people to kill Chen Shou's rebels and make achievements. This is a move!"

Cao Wu hesitated on his face and asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty was trapped in Chunhe Hall by Chen Shou, and his life was safe. Chen Shou was already exhausted at the moment, but how could he compete with the prince because of a group of men in the Imperial Horse Supervisor? If the general doesn't leave, it will be too late to regret it."

Officials from the Ministry of War also spoke out loudly and loudly persuaded Cao Wu to send troops.

Next to Cao Wu, a fat general said, "It's better to send troops. How many soldiers Chen Shou has?"

Cao Wu cursed in his heart, "Don't you know that he was assassinated and was harmed." The prince suddenly attacked, and it was obvious that his Majesty had not received his reply. If he stood in the wrong team, he would be afraid that he would move his head.

At this time, Huan Yu, the Minister of War, stepped forward and shouted: "General Cao, why should we hesitate? Our Ministry of War's documents, if the Ministry of War has ever come to fight against him, and the general who has made meritorious will take him, what if it is like this?"

"How can I say this? I am not a person who is afraid of death. I just don't know what Your Majesty means."

Heng Yu couldn't control so many of them. They were all Wei Yunse's people. Wei Yunse is now trapped in the palace and was forced by the prince to write a letter and spread it.

After receiving the letter, the officials outside were overjoyed. The prince was weak, so how could there be such a big disturbance? They naturally thought that Wei Xiang launched the palace revolution and just used the name of the prince.

That's why they gathered together and came to the White Tiger Hall to force the imperial guards to send troops.

"I've reached the palace, what is the way of nature?"

Cao Wu followed the steps and said, "Since there is a transfer order from the Ministry of War, our imperial guards have to follow us, come and order all the troops to enter the palace to quell the rebellion."

The three generals of the Imperial Guard looked at each other and saw the beauty in each other's eyes.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, another group of people rushed into the palace.

There are 150,000 imperial guards in the capital. Although most of them are empty-handed, there are still 60,000 to 70,000 people.
Chapter completed!