There was no idea when the wind blew in the sky, and the clouds in the night sky were swelling. The night wind was filled with a hint of moistness, as if the precious spring rain was about to fall.

The old butler was breathing rapidly and his face was covered in tears. He knelt in front of Mr. Kuang with a thud, "Old Master, the general is dead in battle~"

Old Master Kuang's throat was slightly sweet. He forced himself to bite his tongue with dizziness. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his face filled with grief. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Old Master, the general died at the hands of the Prince Xikang. The person who came to report the news said that when the two armies were fighting, the Prince Xikang shot the general's chest with an arrow three hundred steps away, and the arrow passed through the chest."

"The general died in battle, and the morale of the army was in chaos. The people in the city shouted loudly to welcome the army into the city..."

The old housekeeper cried bitterly, and the Kuang Mansion was over.

Old Master Kuang looked at the rows of ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall with empty eyes, and the words Zhuang Xile said a few days ago were heard in his mind for no reason:

"Don't make fearless struggles, following the will of heaven is the best strategy."

I don’t know when the tears slid out, to follow the will of heaven, ha, follow the will of heaven?

I am dead, and the Kuang family's future is gone. Is this a punishment method for him that has not followed God's will?

There was a faint crying sound outside the ancestral hall. I don’t know if it was crying Kuang Xun or crying myself...

Compared with the sadness of the Kuang family, people from all families in Kyoto breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone in Zhuang Mansion gathered in Zhengtang and were overjoyed. Kuang Xun died of Litai Camp.

Zhuang Liang was refreshed and looked two years younger. "After Kuang Xun's death, his deputy general Du Min, could not make a big deal. Both General An and his second uncle were veterans on the battlefield. It seems that this battle will come to fruition without waiting for dawn."

The Litai Camp is the biggest obstacle to the ascension of King Yuan'an. If you break the camp, everything will be settled.

Mr. Jun, who was still in Zhuang Mansion, picked up the teacup and pecked it lightly, and saw the expressions of everyone present, saying that he had taken advantage of the future of the family and fought for the glory of the Zhuang Mansion this time, at least it was a pity that the fumble was swift.

"Old Marquis, everyone said that the Litai camp won the world, so why did it become so fast?"

Zhuang Liang was unable to see through the inside and asked. Mr. Jun had been living in the Zhuang Mansion for some days. Mr. Jun was knowledgeable and thorough. They were used to asking him if they didn't understand.

The old marquis said: "The so-called right time, place, and people are not occupied, Kuang Xun is the only one who can rely on. He also has to divide his troops to restrain the other two places. The people of Kyoto just make him mess up with such a slight quarrel. It's not that he doesn't have enough training skills, but that the people's hearts are not there."

The most important thing for soldiers to go to the battlefield is morale. The soldiers’ morale is not there, and the general has no support in his heart and does not know who to fight for. The battle was lost from the beginning.

Zhuang Liangzheng bowed his hand and suddenly sighed: "You can penetrate the chest with one arrow just outside three hundred steps. Uncle Er's archery technique is really superb."

Zhuang Zhenyang, who had not spoken, couldn't wait to speak, "A few months ago, my second grandfather performed archery for us, but he just casually used the arrow to shoot the arrow through a big hole, which was extremely brave."

"Boy, what is a performance? That's what it means to teach you. If you have half of your second grandfather's unbearable, you will have no worries about waiting to enjoy your happiness."

"Dad, what are you thinking? We can't even surpass our fourth sister now, so how dare we think of our second grandfather?"

"Boy..."

Zhuang Mansion, everyone was very happy from Zhuangyu East to everyone. The granddaughter-in-law who had just entered the house for half a year quietly chanted Amitabha several times.

They married into the Zhuang Mansion and their husband's family became rebellious less than a month later. They have experienced too many experiences these days. Except for those who are as confident as Yun Xing, who are safe and secure in their babies every day, the rest have been better off.

Mrs. Zhuang pressed the corner of her eyes and looked at the daughter-in-law who was much more steady than when she first entered the door and nodded with satisfaction, "You can feel at ease, I'm afraid there will be some more busy next time, but even if you are busy, it will be a good thing."

"yes."

The few people looked at each other and laughed, not only did their hearts fall, but the person hanging from their respective parents' homes also fell.

The people who gathered at the city gate not only did not disperse because of the night falling, but instead increased. From the beginning to the fact that there was a rush to the city gate now.

"Wang San'er, open the city gate for you, otherwise the Wang family would not have descendants like you."

"Fugener, come and open the city gate and also help our old Lin family to win a sigh of relief and make a contribution. Go quickly."

“…”

The few people who were called were all soldiers guarding the city. They were already panicked and heard my family shouting under the city gate, and their hearts calmed down. The struggle in their eyes became more and more obvious.

As more and more people shouted down the city tower, the soldiers guarding the city gradually made a decision. A young black-armored general was sweating in his palms, and his eyes were unwavering. He took advantage of the general's leadership of the city defense and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed it into the general's heart while he was unprepared. He shouted:

"My brothers from Wang Saner's team, we have rebelled. Open the city gate and welcome the army of King Yuan'an into the city."

There was a commotion at the top of the city. Wang Saner pulled out his knife and the general's learning gradually turned around. The people behind him rushed up and fought with the general's people. The people downstairs widened their eyes and watched the situation on the front of the city change. The soldiers downstairs who resisted the people turned around and prepared to go to the city gate. At this time, they all understood that Wang Saner was able to open the city gate. They could always drink some soup after eating...

The heavy door slowly opened, and Wang San'er stood on the city covered in blood and looked at the old father in the crowd and grinned. He was still a descendant of the Wang family and could still get credit for it.

The old man smiled and felt that the ancestral tomb suddenly had a smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb today. Someone gave him money to ask him to speak out. He was not stupid. He knew that the emperor had to change was a foregone conclusion. He didn't care who the emperor was. One hundred taels of silver were actually put into his pocket and could still find a future for his son. There were dangers, but such an opportunity was hard to come by. Is it dangerous?

Outside the city, Kuang Xun died and the deputy general was unable to control the entire army. The army's morale was quickly defeated. When the deputy general finally wanted to fight hard, a uniform roar sounded.

"Submitted soldiers will not be killed!"

"Submitted soldiers will not be killed!"

"Submitted soldiers will not be killed!"

When the deputy general was discouraged, a soldier came to report quickly:

"Report!"

"General Yu Shen was killed, the city gate was opened, and the people shouted to welcome King Yuan'an into the city."

The deputy general was depressed and knew that the defeat was determined to be futile. He looked at the soldiers around him who had long lost their fighting intentions and sighed in his heart.

"Transfer this general's order and hang a white flag."

This is surrender.

That night, the streets of Changtong, Kyoto were brightly lit and the people spontaneously stood on both sides. King Yuan'an's army was watching from the people and headed towards the palace gate that imagined the imperial power.
Chapter completed!