To say that Zhao Zhuo was unlucky was really unlucky. As the eldest prince, he became a thorn in the eyes of countless people. He was targeted and assassinated in various ways overtly and covertly. In order to become emperor, he was tortured in all kinds of ways and almost died young.
But when it comes to luck, he is also absolutely lucky. He has been able to avert danger with so many conspiracy methods since he was a child. When he came to the throne, he met Ye Wanwan who caused trouble. Although he suffered hardships as the emperor, his name was justified.
Later, he was forced by Ye Wanwan to become a wise king. He did everything for the sake of the world and never made a big mistake.
In the past two years, God has been very generous, and there have been no natural or man-made disasters.
This group of people couldn't find a suitable reason for rebellion, so they could only come up with these far-fetched excuses to cover up their dirty ambitions.
Zhao Zhuo looked at this group of people who were talking about righteousness but actually had ulterior motives. He suddenly felt that it was good to be a wise king. He didn't want to become a sanctimonious hypocrite like this group of people. Looking at their faces made him sick.
Seeing that the charges were almost found, he was too lazy to talk nonsense and finally headed towards the Jinluan Palace to kill him.
As long as Zhao Zhuo is killed, they will have the final say over the country.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
There were shouts of killing, the clang of swords clashing, fire shooting into the sky, and blood splattering.
Zhao Zhuo held his sword and moved back. There was no need for him to draw his sword yet. Lin Zheng stood in front of him and blocked all attacks for him. He was Zhao Zhuo's sword and his shield.
At this moment, the flash of swords and shadows were so dangerous that Zhao Zhuo could still be distracted by Lin Zheng, the person left to him by Ye Wanwan.
Lin Zheng was so powerful and so loyal to him. It was all because of her, but she was gone.
"Kill!"
‘Puff!’ A stream of blood spurted out and splashed at Zhao Zhuo’s feet. The dragon robe was stained with blood.
Seeing that these rebels were about to rush in, Zhao Zhuo grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly drew it out. He was by no means a cowardly emperor who was afraid of death.
Suddenly, a "swish, swish" sound pierced the air, and arrows rained down, directly knocking down all the rebels outside.
"No, there's an ambush!"
Apart from the long white jade steps outside the Golden Palace, there is not even a tree to hide in.
The arrows rained one after another. With so many rebels gathered together, they didn’t even need to take aim. A wave of arrows would fall down one by one.
"Ah, no, I've been hit by an arrow. Hide, hide!"
"Well, my feet!"
In an instant, the rebels collapsed, and panicked screams and wailings occurred one after another.
The best place to hide here is naturally the Jinluan Palace, but the Imperial Army closed the door of the palace during the first round of arrows. The Imperial Army resisted the door to prevent them from rushing in. All the rebels were at the door, and they were fierce when they came, but now they
Became a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Your Majesty, it was King Jin's army that came in and captured everyone outside."
"It's a conspiracy. This is a conspiracy at all."
They planned to force the emperor to conceive. They thought they had a chance to win, but unexpectedly, they followed other people's instructions and asked you to enter the urn!
"Protect the prince quickly!"
"Protect the Crown Prince!"
"master!"
A stream of blood spattered onto the Jinluan Palace, and there were sounds of fighting and wailing outside the door, as well as voices begging for mercy, but their throats were cut off before they finished speaking.
Two quarters of an hour.
From the time when the arrows rained down to the last moment when there was no sound, the people in the Jinluan Palace felt that they had been spared for a century, but in fact it was only two-quarters of an hour.
A corpse banged against the door, and the gate of Jinluan Palace was finally overwhelmed and fell heavily to the ground.
Looking around, there were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood.
Zhao Zhuo firmly held the sword in his hand to prevent his feet from going weak.
Zhao Zhuo had seen a lot of dead people. He didn't see many when he was young before he became emperor, but he saw them many times in the two years after he became emperor, and sometimes he personally ordered the killings.
But he has never seen so many people dead again. Is the legendary mountain of corpses and sea of blood like this?
Although the elite soldiers brought by the major vassal kings were not many, there were tens of thousands of them.
When he received the message from Yan Chen asking him to catch the turtle in the urn, all he could think of was to capture the rebellious officials and traitors like the King of Sichuan.
He knew that people were going to die, but he never thought that so many people would die. Not a single traitor was left alive.
From the entrance of the Jinluan Palace to the palace wall, corpses and blood were spread all over the ground, and he knew that was not all, as the palace walls spread out one after another, and there were inevitably corpses everywhere.
There were tens of thousands of corpses, and the strong smell of blood rushed directly into Jinluan. This was simply a massacre.
"Your Majesty..." The little eunuchs waiting aside were so frightened by this scene that they collapsed to the ground, and some even fainted from fright.
Sonorous steps poured out from all directions in a neat stroke, and the corpses on the ground were dragged to both sides, leaving a path paved with blood in the middle.
Zhao Zhuo watched the army slowly make way for someone to come over there. The moment he realized this, Zhao Zhuo actually wanted to kneel down.
It's not that he is too timid, but that today was too shocking, which destroyed all his knowledge and confidence, and he thought that he could not do this.
And Yan Chen was too cruel, leaving no one behind.
But when the last person got out of the way, the person who walked in front of Zhao Zhuo was not the Yan Chen he thought he was.
Ye Shaoyang and Lin Xiao were wearing armor, and both of them were stained with blood. It was obvious that they had fought bloody battles all the way here.
"emperor."
The two came to Zhao Zhuo and saw that he looked intact. Ye Shaoyang handed him something.
That was a military talisman, the last military talisman in Yan Chen's hand, and it was also his most elite unit.
Zhao Zhuo always knew that he held this army in his hands, so even if Yan Chen abandoned his status as King of Jin, he would not dare to kill. Compared with the soldiers in Yan Chen's hands, what these vassal kings brought was really not enough.
look.
"What does this mean? Where is he?"
Ye Shaoyang had a complicated look on his face: "He left. Before everything started, he gave me the military talisman. He arranged everything, and finally asked me to give the military talisman to the emperor."
Ye Shaoyang could have taken the opportunity to claim credit, but he said nothing.
He and Lin Xiao were involved in today's battle, but it could be said that they were not involved.
Yan Chen had prepared everything a long time ago, going on a killing spree, not allowing anyone to escape alive, and not giving anyone a chance to change his plan.
Those who rebel can still stop them, but those who only know how to kill are unstoppable.
He no longer cares about how many people he kills or whether anyone is innocent. He only knows how to kill everyone and clear all obstacles.
And in the end, he retired after his success and had nothing to do with it anymore.
Zhao Zhuo looked at the jade pendant blankly, his eyes empty, with an indescribable loneliness and loneliness: "Even he... also abandoned me..."
To him, Yan Chen was not like a minister, not like a friend, not like a teacher, not like anything, and yet like everything.
Zhao Zhuo was able to accept his marriage to Ye Wanwan, partly because it was Ye Wanwan's wish, and partly because that person was Yan Chen.
He would not be willing to accept it if it were anyone else, just because that person is Yan Chen.
Fear, fear, but also respect.
Now, Ye Wanwan is gone, and so is Yan Chen.
He was left sitting on the throne, looking at the corpses.