Sighing, the world is full of infinite paintings, and it is a sad thing that cannot be painted. The once childhood sweetheart became his nominal second aunt and gave birth to two princes for Emperor Wanyan. Who can bear this?
Who will not suffer?
But he did not hate Fanyin, did not hate betrayal, he only hated Emperor Wanyan, he only hated himself for being incompetent, letting a country change hands and his foundation be stolen...
In the end, he could not even take revenge.
Do you really have to hide in Daxia for the rest of your life?
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were covered with blood, and his heart roared, no!!
What flows in my body is the blood of the Jurchen royal family. How can I live my life like this?! Even if I die, I will die standing still!
I have killed the Bone Clan and can no longer implicate others. Second Uncle, since I want to solve the problem, I will come back to solve it with you!
Outside the door, Hongye, the maid who was waiting all night, looked worried. Although she didn't know what happened, as a maid who had been following her for many years, she also knew that it must be because of that woman.
After all, except for that woman, almost all the former stakeholders of the young master were dead.
The most painful thing is silence. After experiencing silence for a long time in the room, Hongye thought Wanyan Honglie committed suicide by taking poison and was about to break into the door.
But suddenly, his voice came from the dead night, resolutely, hoarse and heavy!
"Hongye, hand this letter to His Majesty for me."
Hongye was stunned and slowly pushed the door in. What he saw was the extremely abnormal Wanyan Honglie, who was neither sad nor happy, without saying a word, and even combed his hair.
"Young master... Why do you want me to send me off? You, why don't you go by yourself?" Hongye was a little worried and said, "The Jurchen envoy got into trouble with His Majesty. His Majesty made a ruthless move today."
"I have already broken up. With Your Majesty's strong attitude, it is estimated that the war will begin soon. The young master's chance is right in front of you. Don't be stupid."
Wanyan Honglie's voice was hoarse: "Don't you even listen to me?"
Hongye trembled and felt heartbroken: "Young Master, as soon as the gate of the palace in Fuxiao opened, I will go and see it off."
"kindness."
Wanyan Honglie nodded slightly without too many expressions.
Time is fast, dawn is coming.
Hongye entered the palace to ask for a message. After leaving, Wanyan Honglie quietly left through the back door without telling anyone.
Xitibi couldn't help but send a letter. He was sure to force Wanyan Honglie to return to China, and the rest was to target the red cannon.
But after many days of verification, there was still no big gain.
Therefore, he targeted the envoys of various countries.
A sudden rain and continuous imperial capital seemed to continue some kind of storm. In a courtyard in the imperial capital, hundreds of people disguised themselves gathered here, drizzling, but remained still.
From their eyes, we can see that they are not a good person.
Xitibi, who was originally at the post station, also appeared here strangely, and the post station left the illusion he arranged.
He was covered in wounds, no one was human, no ghost.
The rain stained his blood, and he spoke hoarsely like a madman: "Everyone, the time is here!"
"The envoys from all countries must be still sleeping at this moment. If these dogs dare to betray the Jurchens and turn to Daxia, then we have nothing to do!"
"Kill them and frame Daxia!"
"As long as the envoys of various countries die and the situation expands, Daxia will be trapped in a group attack. At that time, the actions of the imperial military will be even easier!"
As he said that, his face turned ruthless, he pulled the bandage away with pain, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "No one can go against the Jurchens!"
"No one can challenge Emperor Wanyan!"
Hundreds of people were frightened with their eyes. They were half of the team of envoys on the surface, and half of them were dead soldiers hidden by Sithibi. They were trained by him and brought to Daxia.
Originally, he was checking the red cannon, but the situation changed drastically and was ordered to leave within three days. He planned to take action in advance, and it would be good to frame Daxia.
At this moment, they roared quietly: "We obey our orders, long live the Jurchen!"
"We obey the order, long live the Jurchen!"
“…”
As the loyal emperor Wanyan, they really don’t know how to write the word “dea”. Anyway, they have already broken up, and the young master is really patient.
It would be abnormal if they didn't do anything crazy and suppress Daxia as much as possible.
But little did not know that everything was in Qin Yun's plan. Even though Xiti must have a clear eye for his hands, this is the imperial capital, Qin Yun's base camp, and the nest of the Jinyiwei!
If they succeed without realizing it, the Jinyiwei can collectively retire and return home.
Soon after, the assassination began.
The post station exploded: "Do it!!"
As many as hundreds of people galloped, holding steel knives in the rain to charge at the entire envoy post station.
But suddenly, the style of painting suddenly changed. The station, which was originally silent in the tranquility of dawn, all the doors were opened, and dark arrows emerged, and the sound of breaking through the air was sharp, shooting out like a rain of pear blossoms.
"There is an ambush!" The Jurchens roared with a look of fear!
puff……
Bang bang bang bang.
One corpse after another fell to the ground, blood and rain blended, rendering the monster.
"Ah!!" Screams were everywhere, and some places had even started fighting.
"How could it be?"
"How could the action be leaked! They are not envoys of various countries, but the imperial guards of Daxia!"
"Bastard!" Some Jurchens roared, extremely unwilling and confused.
"Run!" someone shouted, his face was slightly panicked. After all, he was ambushed, which means...
At this time, the sound of thunderous iron armor sounded. The three thousand imperial guards led by Chang Hong were ambushed all night, and at this moment they surrounded them from all directions, not airtight and covered the sky and the sun.
"run!"
"Run your ancestors!"
"Your Majesty has long seen through the tricks and other tricks. What I came back last night was not the real envoys, but the Daxia Imperial Guard. Do you really think you can do anything? This is the imperial capital, and gods and ghosts are forbidden to move!" Chang Hong roared and his voice was
Rolling.
"What?"
"No, retreat soon, it will be too late." The Jurchens shouted, their faces pale. If this is the case, then they will be wiped out.
Chang Hong sneered, because of Li Youwei's incident, he was scolded a lot, and he was so angry that he vented his anger at this moment, and pointed his hand: "Your Majesty has an order, the assassin will walk at night, assassin will assassin assassin will assassin's important guests in Daxia, slaughter!!"
"No one left!"
"Yes!" The imperial guard roared, full of evil spirits, and the iron armor and the shield advanced like bulldozers, and the sharp spears he spent were even more of a harvester.
puff……
Thorn...
"ah!!"
"Save me..."
"No, I am the Jurchen envoy. You can't kill me, we did nothing!" The Jurchens wailed and screamed.
Chang Hong rode on the tall horse and sneered: "No, you are not a Jurchen envoy, you are an assassin!"
"Cut him!"
"A quick battle and decisive decision, I'm still waiting to go back and report to His Majesty!"
"yes!!"
The subsequent battle was extremely tragic. The people of Sithib were indeed able to fight. After inhuman training, they were surrounded by the imperial guards, and there were three thousand people.
The scene was like a fight of trapped beasts, bloody and cruel...
The massacre was one side, and the blood melted into the rain, which was a unique and strange!