It's a long way from Jingcheng to Nanli. It usually takes a month to travel. There are many checkpoints along the way. Most of Song Yang and his party don't know martial arts. If they really want to escape south, even with the support of Lao Gu's men and Xie Men's lackeys, they
The chance of evading arrest and escaping back to the country is only 20-30%.
But heading east from Jingcheng, arriving at the seaside... The last time Suhang came back from the sea, he landed on the first day of May. The Nanli envoy arrived at Jingcheng on the fourth day of May. When Song Yang went to Tomorrow Villa to kill her that night, she had already arrived home.
Already.
At best, after a journey of three to five days, Jingtai could only feel helpless as soon as he boarded the ship.
The distance was suddenly shortened five to six times, and the chance of successful escape increased dramatically.
Even Song Yang only knew about Su Hang's arrangement when he saw her under the imperial city, not to mention others. It was only now that everyone knew that they were going to escape by boat. However, after just a few days of escaping, people
Everyone was excited. Mr. Bo asked: "Jingtai knows that we are traveling the same way as Miss Su. After the Villa fails tomorrow, he will definitely think of us using a boat..."
Grandma looked proud and answered for Su Hang: "Sister Hang has asked me to prepare the ship for sailing. Yesterday at noon, the ship had already weighed anchor and set out to sea. It's too late for you to control the dock and monitor the ship now!" Although the question was asked, this
The answer was not surprising to Mr. Bo. Even if the two idiots were to plan this matter, they would not arrange for everyone to go to the dock to board the ship. The fat man just asked casually, nodded and smiled after hearing the words, and sent a series of compliments.
Su Hang was not polite and happily accepted all the compliments. The escape route had been planned long ago and was led by his grandma. The group was traveling through the wilderness. The road was tortuous and difficult, but Yan Bing's investigation and search
There was also a lot less, and there was no real danger. Song Yang started to get busy. While rushing, he treated Amber's rotten skin with strong medicine. These injuries were not fatal. According to Amber's own wishes, there was no need to rush to treatment. We would wait until we got on the ship.
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It is indeed not fatal, but it is extremely painful. After the night of September 8th, maybe it is not enough to treat Amber as my mother, but no matter what, I can't bear to let her suffer anymore...
While walking, looking at Su Hang's "eager curiosity", Song Yang didn't have to hide anything. He told all the big and small things about Jingcheng's attack, as well as his plans before and after. Su Hang's eyes widened when he heard this, and his pretty face was filled with excitement.
Surprised: "Is this all your plan?"
Song Yang shook his head and smiled: "How can I do it on my own! Many capable people came together to discuss it. In the end, it was only through Sister Hang's methods that we could survive!" When he mentioned this, he naturally thought of the North Gate.
After the battle, Song Yang turned to look at Hu Hu and said seriously: "I shouldn't have waited, I almost killed you."
Song Yang would definitely not let go of the opportunity to assassinate Jingtai, but he did not expect that Amber would actually stop and wait for him. He did not take the talk between mother and son seriously, and at that time, the real mother would only do two things.
Things: either hold my son and prevent him from leaving; or wait until he comes back or else I won’t leave.
"Should I wait for you to decide?" Amber didn't care and was not interested in this topic. She turned to ask Su Hang: "How is my son?"
Su Hang breathed lightly, then took Song Yang's hand and put it close to his cheek: "I didn't expect...my sister always thought you were a little fool. If you are always so fierce, maybe I will fall in love with you. That will be troublesome."
Very." He said, shaking his head, shaking off his emotions, and tiptoeing close to Song Yang's ear: "Hearing these things makes me want you!"
Her body was soft, and most of her weight rested on Song Yang's body. However, she was not crazy yet. She turned around and looked left and right, sighing: "Let's wait until we get on the boat."
With a disappointed look on his face, Su Hang took a deep breath, then smiled and said, "Do you have any other stories? Let's hear them... How could Auntie pretend to be a national master and look so similar?"
The second half of the sentence was addressed to Amber. Amber didn't think anything of the nondescript name 'Auntie'. He just pointed at his throat and said, "It's difficult to speak. Let my son speak to you."
The past decades ago were nothing. Even if they were secrets, they belonged to the Imperial Master and had nothing to do with Song Yang and others. Song Yang told it as a story, but omitted the part between himself and Imperial Doctor You.
Everyone is interested in the secrets of famous people. As Song Yang tells it, there will always be people who are amazed and can't help but talk about it. It is not until he has finished talking that everyone takes a long breath. But at this time, grandma frowned.
, thoughtfully.
Su Hang saw that he had a strange look on his face, and thought there was something wrong with his escape, so he asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
While thinking about it, grandma said, "Sister Hang knows that I used to work as an errand in the palace, and my job was quite high." Not just any eunuch has the chance to offend the emperor. Grandma's status in the palace is not bad:
"There are some secret things in the palace that the outside world doesn't know. We can't talk about it casually, but there are always some mean-mouthed people who will accidentally let it out. Hey, it's no wonder. Eunuchs never have much hope, so they chew it in private.
There are only so many interesting things about tongues, as long as they don’t spread..."
Gu Zhaojun listened from the side, suddenly laughed, and said to Mr. Bo next to him: "If you have nothing to do, don't talk to grandma." Grandma's nagging was comparable to that of Fatty Bo. They both
If we talk together, no one can stand it.
"Ahem, Mr. Gu is laughing at me for being such a talkative person." Grandma also laughed, but her words were still wordy: "When I was still working as an errand, there was an old eunuch in the palace who was about to die, and no one cared about him.
, but he looks a bit like my father, so I go and take care of him from time to time. After we have been together for a long time, I heard a lot of things from him. The conversation was more than 40 years ago. At that time, Emperor Kangping was still there, and the harem was
Something evil happened."
Kang Ping is Jingtai’s grandfather.
More than forty years ago, Kang Ping was in power, and several of his children had grown up by then. The struggle in the harem was always related to the word "fighting for the right to inherit the throne". Among them, the one who was most promising to inherit the throne was the "oldest" one.
The other prince was Kang Ping's favorite, the young seventh prince. But one day the seventh prince suddenly fell ill... Su Hang curled his lips and smiled at Song Yang: "It's like a TV series."
Regarding the Seventh Prince's strange illness, the old eunuch also heard about it from hearsay. The specific symptom could only be described as 'ulceration', but he didn't know what the cause of the illness was, so his grandma naturally didn't know about it. Not long after the Seventh Prince fell ill
, the royal family announced that the prince had died and was buried in a grand ceremony. As for why he suffered from the fatal disease, no one dared to say, but everyone had an idea.
A few years later, the old emperor passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne and was named Yanguang. Everything was fine at first, but in the next three to five years, Emperor Yanguang ordered some evil deeds to be committed. He had several children, except for the eight-year-old
Laojiu, all fell ill and died one after another. The servants secretly thought, Long Live the Lord is about to die. Could it be that the wronged soul of His Majesty the Seventh Highness has come back to take revenge?
There was only one left. Emperor Yanguang did not dare to be careless and rushed to the Golden Summit of Butuo Mountain to worship Buddha and pray. He sent Lao Jiu to a large temple to "eat fast and practice" for two years in order to seek the Buddha's blessing. Two years later,
Before His Majesty the Ninth Prince came back, all the servants who were close to him were expelled from the palace. No one knew why. Later, Emperor Yanguang never had an heir. Fortunately, His Majesty the Ninth Prince thrived until the death of the late emperor. His Majesty the Ninth Prince
As the only heir, he naturally inherited the throne and was named Jingtai.
Grandma exhaled: "The old eunuch told me that although he had no chance to meet His Highness Ninth Prince before he was sent away, I heard that he was very handsome and cute. But our Emperor Jingtai, his appearance...
"
The dwarf listened with great interest and interjected from the side: "Lao Jiu was replaced when he lived in the temple? But when he came back, how could his parents not notice it?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Bo responded casually: "You can definitely tell, but it's just a compromise, otherwise there would be no need to change all of Lao Jiu's personal servants."
After grandma finished explaining the matter, she did not forget to chatter at the end and said with a smile: "These old days, miscellaneous family...I can't guarantee the accuracy. Indispensable is the old eunuch's own random guesses and wild guesses. Everyone just takes it as a joke."
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Others first heard about the origin of Yan Ding, and then learned about the secrets of the old palace. Some were thoughtful, and some were talking in low voices. Song Yang, on the other hand, looked very relaxed. It was obvious that he had just heard about it and didn't think about it at all.
Without thinking too much, Su Hang was a little puzzled and pulled down his sleeve: "Seeing that you don't care much, aren't they your big enemy?"
Song Yang smiled: "I know they are enemies, but I don't care much about their identity or relationship. Who is Ai?"
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The escape route required detours, and the journey was difficult, but at last there was no danger. In the early morning seven days later, under the leadership of grandma, everyone climbed up a high mountain. After reaching the top, their sight suddenly opened up. Under the cliff of Dongshan Mountain,
, is the blue sea.
The sky was clear and cloudless. Grandma stood on the edge of the cliff, looking far into the distance. After looking for a while, she pointed forward and said with a smile: "Sister Hang, our boat is right there."
As he looked, a large ship was faintly visible, moored at the junction of the sky and the sea!
Regarding the escape, they had already made arrangements in advance. On a deserted cliff, a thick rope was firmly tied to a huge boulder, which hung straight to the bottom of the cliff. Looking down carefully, there was still a rope lying on the rocky beach under the cliff.
Several boats.
Finally arrived at the beach. Being here meant that their lives were finally saved. Everyone was happy, but Su Hang stood alone on the edge of the cliff with complex eyes and an obsessed expression... Song Yang took a step forward and held her hand.
The arm: "It's not August 15th yet, there's no point in flying out."
Only then did Su Hang wake up, turned back and squeezed into Song Yang's arms, asked for a hug, and said softly: "I can't wait."
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Almost at the same time that Song Yang and others saw the sea, Jingtai finally saw his 'Yan Palace'... The palace was gone, leaving only ruins. The fire that had burned for six days and seven nights had just been extinguished at this moment.
If you get a little closer, you can feel the heat hitting your face.
Jingtai's face was gloomy, and he casually grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip.
In the past few days, the jug has never left the emperor's side. Jingtai is very busy, so he wakes up and concentrates on handling various government affairs. Among them, rectifying the ministers' minds and appeasing the public opinion are the most important. However, no matter how busy he is, there will always be something in his heart involuntarily.
Thinking about that tragic defeat, every time he thought about it, blood would surge in his chest. With his temperament, he couldn't accept such a thing happening, but Jingtai was stubborn and would never spit out another mouthful of blood. When he was depressed, he would drink strong alcohol to suppress it.
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Strong alcohol is overbearing and can really suppress the heart and blood.
No one dared to persuade him. All the imperial physician could do was to try his best to prescribe prescriptions to replenish the body and make up for it as much as possible.
The Yan Palace originated from the previous dynasty, and the palace of the previous dynasty also originated from the previous dynasty... It has a history of almost six hundred years, during which there were several wars, but every emperor who conquered the country without exception was reluctant to leave the beautiful city, and even more
I couldn't bear to part with such a magnificent palace. Three dynasties established their capital here. After successive generations of emperors' repairs and expansions, the palace became magnificent and astonishing in scale. It was probably not inferior to the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Palace. However, it was burned down by Song Yang.
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The fire started from outside, progressed step by step, and affected half of the capital; and the massacre on the night of September 8th even affected sixty people in Jingcheng. Now that the chaos has begun to subside, the city that was once the highlight of the world in Middle-earth
, now everything is desolate. Walking on the street, my eyes are full of sadness, but there is no trace of beauty.
There is also the Great Thunder Sound Tower, a sacred place of Buddhism and a majestic place. Now there is only an empty shell left. The three thousand monks and soldiers who were painstakingly managed by the imperial master and the many masters who protected the Dharma were carefully promoted. Almost all died at the north gate and in the temple.
Those eminent monks who did not know martial arts also suffered heavy losses on the night of the massacre.
Jingtai did not pursue the case against Daleiyintai, but just passed on the order, ordering soldiers and horses from various states to control the twenty-one Xumi Temple, and the monks were not allowed to rebel again, but the officers and soldiers were not allowed to hurt people casually.
Fortunately, Xumi Zen Monastery did not rebel.
Jingtai went to the city to appease the people of Jingcheng. He had a friendly smile on his face along the way. He even went to the gathering place where the victims of the fire were gathered, had a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun, and then ordered the officials to get some meat.
...However, when he approached the palace, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Smelling the pungent burnt smell, Jingtai took a deep breath and turned around to call his close confidants: "Jin Qian, what do you think?"
The emperor's words were a bit meaningless, and Wen Jinqian could only follow the situation in front of him to answer: "Reporting to your Majesty, the capital was severely damaged, but it did not cause much harm to the foundation of our country, Dayan. In the future, the support from all sides will be a few, at most."
In a few years’ time, Jingcheng will surely regain its former prosperity.”
"Will it take a few years to rebuild the palace?" Jingtai's tone was indifferent.
Wen Jinqian answered truthfully: "This... rebuilding the Holy Palace and restoring it completely will not take place overnight. It must be done slowly."
Jingtai shook his head: "It's useless even if the palace is rebuilt in the blink of an eye! The face has been lost. My face and Dayan's face were burned to pieces by someone."
Wen Jinqian did not dare to answer, he lowered his head and stood silently.
Jingtai continued: "You just said that Dayan's foundation has not been damaged and its strength is still there."
"Yes! Great Yan is still a powerful country unrivaled in the world. In fact, this disaster, in terms of losses alone, is not comparable to the seven-year locust plague in the Central Plains."
Jingtai didn't have the heart to care about this and said coldly: "I have a lot of money and millions of soldiers. It doesn't matter if I lose my face. I can get it back if I have my fists! Tomorrow morning, I want you to add one more item to the court agenda.
: Within two years, there will be an additional Nanli Prefecture on Dayan’s territory.”
It's not just a fight and it's not a matter of killing tens of thousands of people and then coming back, this time Jingtai wants to chop off Fenglong's head.
Based on his understanding of his own emperor, Wen Jinqian was not surprised that Long Live said such words, but it was his duty to shake his head and persuade him, even if the words he said were unpleasant: "The chaos in Jingcheng is known to the whole world, and twenty-one
The Xumi Temple is about to move, and what worries people is not the monks and soldiers, but the countless believers from all over the country... Not to mention there are Tubo and Dog Rong outside. Please think twice. At this time, it will be beneficial to fight a few small battles against Nanli.
It’s harmless; but if we really go to war, the disaster will be endless.”
Unexpectedly, Jingtai did not lose his temper, but instead laughed: "That's why I want to discuss it with the court. I want to stabilize the people's hearts and reject tigers and wolves, but I also want to kill Nali. I have to do both of the three things... You guys can find a way
I think, otherwise, what's the point of raising a group of ministers? Even if I temporarily let the Western and Northern barbarians take advantage of it, it doesn't matter. After the Double Ninth Festival, I will cook Fenglong's head and smell it to see if it smells fragrant or smelly."
Wen Jin moved his lips and wanted to persuade him again. At this moment, the general who was responsible for organizing the troops and preparing to enter the palace to search for the ruins hurried forward with a hesitant look on his face, as if he had something he wanted to say but did not dare to.
Jingtai said: "If you have something to say, just say it. No need to frown so deeply. I don't like to see it."
"Some writings were found on the square, probably left by the rebels..."
There seems to be some 'mystery' hidden in the writings left by the rebels. It seems to involve some secret. If the emperor was not present, the general might have ordered his subordinates to seal the silence, destroy the writings and not report them, so as not to be angered or silenced, but Jingtai
He was not far away at this moment, so how could the general dare to conceal the news?
Jingtai raised his eyebrows and sneered solemnly: "Guide the way, I want to see it!"
After the fire, the ground was scorched. As a result, several rows of large silver characters appeared extremely eye-catching. The handwriting was slanted and ugly, and the wording was even more disorganized:
He rescued Tan Guide, captured Yipin Lei, rebelled against Leiyin Tower, disordered the people in Jingcheng, and burned down the Yan Palace.
On the seventh day of the fifth month of the fourth year of Jingtai,
Demonic stars descended from the sky and disturbed the great swallows.
Long live my lord, you missed one.
Long live long live long live and wish you good health.
It's a pity that when Song Yang wrote the "note", the assassination had not started yet, otherwise he would have had to add the words "lame your son, look at your wife" in the first sentence... It was a nondescript message, the first sentence was "asking for credit",
The last sentence was a threat, but the three sentences in the middle were a bit confusing to others. But Jingtai understood it, and that was enough.
I never would have thought that the culprit of the disaster in Jingcheng on September 8th was actually the demon star who came to the world eighteen years ago! Didn't he later explain the truth to me, and the demon star theory was just nonsense? Didn't he no longer have to worry about it and be afraid?
What?
His divination and language were just a joke...how could it come true!
In the excitement, Jingtai couldn't help but cough. Unexpectedly, with this cough, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The coughing and vomiting of blood continued. Jingtai felt that the world was spinning.
Everything lost its color, and his consciousness suddenly escaped. He could no longer stand steadily and fell heavily into the arms of the minister.
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It's not poisoning. Leaving a message to make people poisoned at a glance is magic. Song Yang doesn't have this ability.
It's Jingtai's fault. He is in good health. He vomited blood twice on September 8th, but it was no big deal. In fact, vomiting out the congestion when the blood is surging is the body's self-protection. As long as he doesn't keep vomiting, he will not be able to do it again in the future.
Rest peacefully, don't irritate your anger, and it'll be fine if you take care of yourself for a while.
But Jingtai was too angry and stubborn, so he first killed the imperial doctor who tried to dissuade him, and then used strong alcohol to suppress it from the third mouthful of blood. He did this repeatedly for several days. Every time he suppressed it, it was a violent impact on the internal organs, even if
It's really unbearable for a cow. Seeing Song Yang's message at this moment, his energy and blood surged again, and his fragile heart and lungs could no longer bear the heavy pressure, and a serious illness suddenly broke out!
Xiao Chongzi is a disciple of the national master, but his biggest task is the 'secret path'. He usually doesn't follow his master, and he doesn't know any poison, medical or martial arts skills. He doesn't even know that Jingtai's drinking will destroy his body.
Everyone in the escort was shocked and called the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment. They hurriedly sent Jingtai away. The news spread like wildfire throughout the city.
The common people did not know the reason, and there were many people who believed in ghosts and gods. They heard that there was a word "demon star" in the message, and the more it spread, the more outrageous it became. By the afternoon, the "truth" about Jingtai's fainting became: there are rebels among the thieves.
The ferocious demon cast evil spells by leaving words on them, and everyone else was fine, except for Banzai, who was immediately cursed and vomited blood...
That's what they said, but more people were thinking something else: the person who left the message was not a demon but a god or Buddha, the one who cast the message was not a demon but an immortal one, Jingtai killed the Master Mercy and was punished by the immortal.