It happened to be a light rain that day, and the rebel army rushed to attack the city, and the people fled, creating a Shura field.
After the army entered the city, they launched two days of street fighting, wiping out all the rebel armies of Zhou Mingkun and Prince Ding Murong Ting. More than 20,000 people, seeing that they could not fight, knelt down and surrendered their heads.
Murong Yu personally watched Murong Ting and captured Murong Ting alive after being defeated and fleeing.
The rain was pouring, and the whole city was filled with blood. As the rain washed away, dark red water traces snaked on the ground, which was extremely tragic.
Murong Yu rode a tall, dark horse and wore black armor. He looked at Murong Ting who was being held in front of him expressionlessly, "You're fine."
Compared with Murong Yu's majestic light and domineering king, Murong Ting, a prisoner of this rank, was miserable and pitiful.
He was pushed to the ground by someone led by Leng Xiao. His silver-white armor was covered with blood and mud, and his face was pressed to the ground. His eyes were filled with unparalleled gloom and hatred. He no longer looked like the wandering man he had been when he was in the capital.
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"Murong Yu!" Murong Ting scolded: "You... bastard, even if you win, you will still be a bastard - cough cough -"
Leng Xiao punched Murong Ting unceremoniously, knocking out several of Murong Ting's teeth.
Murong Ting still didn't know how to restrain himself, and laughed hoarsely, with blood flowing from his mouth: "Idiot, you are such an idiot, giving up your great country for a stinky boy, you idiot..."
"If I were you, I would definitely kick the person over the chair and become the emperor myself. I would definitely..."
"It's a pity that you can't be me." Murong Yu said indifferently: "Kill."
When escorted back to the capital, there are too many variables.
Whether he dies early or dies late, Murong Ting cannot escape death.
Murong Ting suddenly widened his eyes, "Murong Yu, Murong Yu! You dare! You dare!"
But looking at Murong Yu's cold, emotionless eyes, Murong Ting suddenly understood that the situation was over and he could not escape death today.
He stared blankly at Leng Xiao holding the dragon-slaying sword in front of him, feeling sad and laughing loudly: "That's okay, that's okay! I can go and accompany her..."
When he was seventeen years old, he met Yu Miaoren and was astonished. He excitedly wanted to tell his mother and concubine that he had the one he liked and wanted to make him a princess.
But the reality is so cruel——
Yu Miaoren was already the appointed Princess of Zhenbei at that time.
He tried his best, but still couldn't reverse the situation. He thought he would just watch her marry someone else, but the situation turned around and she wanted to enter the palace and become the queen again!
The night when Yu Miao entered the palace, he got extremely drunk, and from then on he wandered among the flowers and played in the world.
Later... later.
The emperor's brother passed away, Yu Miaoren was young and widowed, and her beauty was locked up in the palace.
He saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. He went to check on her every now and then. He wanted to see if she was doing well, but he didn't want to sink deeper into her half-cold and half-warm attitude.
Everything from now on will be out of his control.
He was expelled from the fiefdom, and Yu Miaoren also died in the cold palace.
Murong Ting did not believe that she died suddenly of illness.
He knew that it must be Murong Yu's hand, because Yu Miaoren had mastered Murong Yu's unknown secret.
He also knew that Murong Yu would cut down the feudal vassal sooner or later, and he would never end well.
So he recruited troops, joined forces with King Ning, and made early plans to confront Murong Yu.
Unexpectedly, they were so weak that they were defeated by Murong Yu in less than a year.
dying.
In fact, it's really good to die, it's all over.
Maybe I can cross the Naihe Bridge with her, reincarnate together, and maybe have a chance to be together in the next life?
The moment he raised the dragon-slaying sword, a bleak smile appeared on Murong Ting's lips.
It would be great if there was a next life.
…
The cunning rabbit's three caves are all about Zhou Mingkun.
He had been entrenched in Yuezhou City for ten years, recruiting troops and horses to become the local emperor. Even if Murong Yu attacked, he was not afraid at all because he had too many retreats.
In addition to retreating to Anluo, he also built a tunnel.
After the large-scale siege began, he sent people to pretend to be himself and deal with the enemy. In fact, he had already escaped from the shell of a golden cicada and entered a secret passage to escape.
Yun Zimo promised Wu Shuang that he would catch Zhou Mingkun in front of her and let her kill him.
So when he discovered the fake Zhou Mingkun, he immediately arrested him and interrogated him about the whereabouts of the real Zhou Mingkun.
"General, he left through the secret passage -" the fake Zhou Mingkun said tremblingly.
"Which secret passage! Tell me quickly!" Yun Zimo had gone through a hard battle in the siege, and his face was already stained with blood. He usually looked at the handsome and handsome young master, but now he looked like the Shura evil god in hell, "Say!"
"The secret passage under the dry well in the backyard of Sima Mansion in Yuezhou - ah!"
Yun Zimo threw the man away, got on his horse and ran towards Sima Mansion.
"Sir, please wait for me!" Qingfeng followed him, and after finishing off a rebel, he quickly led a group of soldiers to catch up.
Yun Zimo galloped on his horse while slashing the surrounding rebels.
When they rushed to Sima Mansion in Yuezhou, there were already corpses there, including rebels and their own people, as well as slaves and maids who were accidentally killed. A general of the Leng generation was cleaning up the battlefield with his men.
Seeing Yun Zimo, the man was obviously startled, "Why are you here, young master? His Highness is at the South City Gate——"
"I have something to do."
Yun Zimo rushed towards the backyard without saying a word, and said to Qingfeng, "Quickly take people to find the dry well."
"yes!"
Qingfeng received the order, and while ordering the soldiers, he said to the Leng-born general: "It's true that Zhou Mingkun escaped from the dry well in the backyard of Sima Mansion. There is a secret passage!"
"What?!" The cold general's face changed slightly, "Quick!"
Everyone searched the entire Sima Mansion inch by inch.
After half a cup of tea, Yun Zimo locked eyes on a dry well.
There were two rows of densely packed footprints around the dry well, which did not look like they were left by slaves escaping.
Yun Zimo walked towards the dry well with his sword in hand, kicked up a stone and threw it in. There was no echo from the bottom for a long time. Yun Zimo knew that he had found the right one and jumped down immediately.
The breeze that followed was too late to stop it.
"What a little ancestor. If you don't want to die, why don't you send someone to investigate first?" Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said this, and quickly jumped down with two soldiers.
Under the dry well was a slope-like corridor. Yun Zimo slid for a long time before tumbling and falling into a regular secret room.
There was nothing in the secret room, it was all square and square, with only four lamp holders on the four walls.
Yun Zimo squinted his eyes and observed.
At this time, Qingfeng also came in with two soldiers, "Young Master!"
"Quiet."
Yun Zimo held up his sword, carefully stepped on the stone bricks on the ground, observed the four lamp holders and the distribution of stones on the wall, and warned: "Don't move around, there is a mechanism here."
Qingfeng froze for a moment, "Then the mechanism didn't activate when we fell?"
"This is the secret room for him to escape... He himself has to jump down from the outside. It is impossible to activate it as soon as he falls. The mechanism must be activated on his own initiative... If you find the right mechanism, you can open the escape passage."
"If you open the wrong mechanism, it will definitely be a dead end."
Qingfeng's scalp was numb, "Young Master, please take your time to find him."
Although Yun Zimo does not go to the battlefield, he has learned a lot and understands the five elements of Qimen.
It's just that Qingfeng secretly thought that the young master always talks on paper and doesn't know whether it will work in practice. If he doesn't touch the mechanism later, everyone will be sieved.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard a click.
Qingfeng looked up and turned Yun Zimo around a lamp holder. As the stone wall receded in front of them, a secret passage that could accommodate two or three people suddenly appeared.
Qingfeng was overjoyed: "Young Master is so smart."
Yun Zimo ignored him, grabbed a torch and rushed in.
The air in the secret passage was thin, and he subconsciously held his breath.
Then I cracked four more traps, going around and around, and finally heard a sound in front of me.
Yun Zimo immediately quickened his speed and rushed into a stone door when he saw Zhou Mingkun leading two tall and burly men to open the stone door on the steps.
The moist smell outside the stone door hit my face, and a ray of sky passed by.
That’s the exit!
Yun Zimo shouted: "Stop!"
As he finished speaking, the sword in his hand flew past.
Zhou Mingkun quickly dodged, but a piece of flesh on his face was still cut off.
At the same time, Qingfeng and two other soldiers also attacked at the same time and attacked the burly man who controlled the mechanism.
The big man had to turn around to resist, and the stone door closed with a click. This chapter has been completed!