More than half an hour ago, the morning sun was rising, and the usually quiet and peaceful Funing Hall seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark and oppressive clouds. Among the heavy clouds, there were occasional flashes of lightning and thunder.

King Yan, who was dressed in rich clothes and with a sword hanging from his waist, stared angrily. He looked at Emperor Jiayou sitting on the big chair behind the table and Empress Cao who was leaning on the chair next to him, supporting Emperor Jiayou. The anger in his chest was rising little by little.

It's burning, and the last bit of patience is about to be worn away.

"Old man, my patience is limited. Do you want to write this imperial edict or not?" At this time, King Yan looked ferocious and ferocious, like an evil Shura ghost walking out of the sea of ​​​​blood in the River Styx.

There is no trace of the shrewdness and ability of the past, and the appearance of a polite and virtuous corporal.

Emperor Jiayou looked at King Yan coldly, with no trace of fear in his calm eyes: "Rebellious ministers and traitors, have your spring and autumn dream!"

"You..." King Yan was so angry that he subconsciously placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword. With a clang, the sword was unsheathed. The sharp blade flashed with cold light, which showed that it was a murderous weapon that drank blood.

Queen Cao was so frightened that she staggered, but the weak Emperor Jiayou still looked at King Yan calmly.

"Kill me if you can!" He closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and exposed his neck.

Seeing Emperor Jiayou being so provocative, King Yan couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and put the sharp sword in his hand on Emperor Jiayou's neck.

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Fortunately, Rongchang next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands. He grabbed King Yan's hand and hurriedly advised him: "If there is no edict, then it means that the name is not justified and the words are not obeyed. I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public!"

King Yan looked at Rongchang, then at Emperor Jiayou, snorted coldly, sheathed his sword, and said: "Since you are unwilling to write it, I will write it myself!"

As he spoke, he walked to the table, picked up the bright yellow silk and satin that had been prepared, and was about to dip his pen in ink when suddenly there was a shout from outside the palace.

"Report~~~~"

"Your Majesty, what's wrong is that there is a large army pressing down outside Xuande Gate, and the person coming here is claiming to be the prince, saying that he is the prince who was canonized by the imperial edict written by the official!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

As soon as the soldiers finished speaking, Emperor Jiayou, who was behind the long case, couldn't help but look up to the sky and burst into laughter. He pointed at King Yan and said, "You traitorous minister, now that the soldiers have arrived, why don't you just arrest him without hesitation!"

"How dare you bully me!" King Yan unsheathed his sword again and was about to attack Emperor Jiayou, but was stopped by Rong Xian next to him again.

King Yan glared at Rongxian, "What does Marquis Fuchang mean by this?"

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Rong Xian hurriedly explained: "Now that the army is approaching, the emperor and the queen are our hostages. Only by holding them in our hands can we have a chance of winning. If we kill them, the army outside the imperial city will not be able to win again."

No scruples, I’m afraid we won’t be able to resist it then!”

It has to be said that although Rongxian's background is humble, he still has some abilities.

Emperor Jiayou looked at Rong Xian, who was devoted to advising King Yan, and felt a little disgusted and even regretful. If he hadn't been unable to make a decision, and if King Yong and his wife hadn't been so arrogant and lawless, how could he be where he is today?

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Thinking of this, Emperor Jiayou couldn't help but close his eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart. He couldn't help but secretly ask God, yesterday's cause, today's result, this drink and this peck, could it be destiny?

King Yan sheathed his sword again, immediately walked to the writing desk, dipped his pen in ink again, and immediately put ink on the edict. A moment later, a brand new edict of passing the throne came out.

Then he picked up the seal in the box on the desk, stamped it on the signature area, and pressed it hard.

Looking at the newly issued edict, King Yan finally showed joy on his face.

"What do you think, Marquis Rong?"

Rongchang said nothing and only glanced at the maids in the palace, who were all eyewitnesses.

King Yan was not too stupid, otherwise he would not be known as the wise king. Although Rongchang only gave him a look, King Yan still understood what Rongchang meant, and immediately waved his hand, and the three sergeants with swords came

stood up.

"Report!"

At this moment, another messenger hurried in.

"Reporting to your lord, a large number of troops have appeared at Xihua Gate to attack the city. Brothers, we will soon be unable to defend the city! Please send troops for reinforcements as soon as possible!"

"Report!"

"Outside Donghua Gate..."

Bad news came one after another into the Funing Palace, and Prince Yan's face, which had just shown a hint of a smile, instantly darkened.

"Go to Xuandemen!"

King Yan knew that the biggest threat to him at the moment was the so-called prince outside the city who was holding an edict. He immediately ordered people to escort Emperor Jiayou and Empress Cao, and led a large group of troops straight to Xuandemen.

But before they could reach Xuande Gate, Xihua Gate was breached by Gu Yankai, and a large number of soldiers and horses were coming towards them to kill generals. King Yan had no choice but to retreat to Chui Gong Hall and let Rong Xian lead his troops to guard Chui Gong Hall.

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But less than a cup of tea later, Xuande Gate was also breached. A young general in black armor and red robes, armed with a bright silver-dot steel gun, led a group of light cavalry to kill the general.

Unfortunately, after entering the palace, the power of the cavalry was greatly reduced. The rebels defended the formation, with sharp spears sticking out from the formation, like hedgehogs with sharp thorns on their bodies.

"Father!" Gu Er and Gu Yankai formally met outside Chui Gong Hall.

Seeing Gu Tingye covered in blood, Gu Yankai, an old father, couldn't help but feel relieved, and felt a sense of relief in his heart that his son had grown up.

"No more gossip, let's rescue the officials first!" Gu Yankai looked at the rebels who were still fighting with his own soldiers, raised his spear in his hand, and once again directed his soldiers to attack. However, the terrain in the palace was complicated, and a large number of soldiers and horses could not be used at all.

Without opening up, and with the rebels desperately resisting, progress was very slow.

"Second Uncle, the terrain in the palace is complicated, why not use the Yuanyang Formation!" Wang Qier came to Gu Er at some point, took off the bronze mask on her face, looked at the battlefield that was difficult to advance, and gave her own suggestions

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Gu Er looked at the towering palace walls on both sides and shouted loudly: "Get a ladder!"

After a while, ladders were brought over one after another. Shitou led a group of strong soldiers to climb up the ladder and threw the large shields over the wall. The heavy shields fell down like rocks and rolling logs.

In an instant, there were bursts of wailing sounds from behind the wall.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "There is indeed an ambush!" Gu Er squinted his eyes.

Then one by one, the sword and shield players climbed up the ladder, jumped down with their round shields, and rolled on the ground after landing. The round shields in their hands protected their half body, and the swords in their hands also cut through a circle, hundreds of sword and shield hands.

Hands jumped off the high wall one after another, and the fight broke out instantly.

The archers stood on the drawers at intervals to provide fire support to their comrades at the bottom of the wall, and the spearmen crossed the high wall one by one.

After drinking tea, Gu Er and Wang Qian'er looked at each other and climbed up the ladder with their long knives, long bows and arrows on their backs.

"Your Majesty, it's not good, someone came from the Zichen Palace and the Huangy Palace!"

"What are you doing for food! Guard!" King Yan held the visitor by the collar and shouted like a mad lion.

"Where's Concubine Rong!"

"Tell Concubine Rong to bring all those women over and let them block the front. Let me see who dares to attack!"

King Yan gave orders hysterically, and a moment later, a group of soldiers escorted a group of gorgeously dressed women to the outside of Chui Gong Hall.

King Yan walked straight to a woman with a round face, about thirty or forty years old, and her clothes were dark, but she was still luxurious.

"Mrs. Qin!" King Yan looked at the little Qin family in front of him with a smile on his face: "Mrs. Qin and the other two eldest ladies, please go away alone!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

"It's none of our business! It's none of our business, Your Majesty!" The four eldest ladies of the Gu family and the eldest daughter Wu were so frightened that they immediately fell to their knees, pulled the hem of Prince Yan's clothes and begged for mercy.

But King Yan would not pay attention to them. He only winked and the sergeants beside him took out the long knives from their waists, put the knives on the necks of the three sisters-in-law, and pressed them forward.

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"Empress, please save us, save us!"

"Pull it down!" Concubine Rong waved her hand and shouted sternly with a frosty look on her face.

The morning sun is rising, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth with a bit of warmth.

Within the imperial city, the bloody smell that soared into the sky had not dissipated for a long time, and the fighting was still going on. Outside the Chui Gong Palace, a loud shout suddenly interrupted the fierce fighting between the two sides.

"stop!"

"Ning Yuanhou, look who this is?"

Fuchang Hou Rongchang personally held a sword and put it against Xiao Qin's throat. The surrounding soldiers all looked at the rear of the military formation, where the burly middle-aged man was riding on horseback, directing the battle.

"It's Mrs. Hou!"

"It's Miss Qin's wife!"

"It's Mrs. Qin, stop it!"

The group of soldiers under Gu Yankai's command have all served under him for many years. Those who can be selected by him to attack the imperial city are naturally the best among the best, and they are also close confidants.

"Master Hou! Help, Master Hou! Help us quickly..."

Several women had never seen such a battle before. They were so frightened that they lost two of their three souls and scattered their seven souls. They cried and shouted to Gu Yankai for help.

"Traitor!" Gu Yankai looked at the three familiar women and couldn't help but gnashed his teeth and stared with splitting eyes. He yelled and rebuked King Yan: "Now that the army is approaching, you must quickly surrender and surrender. Don't make this mistake!

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"Hahahaha!" King Yan suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, holding up the bright yellow edict in his hand and loudly said: "Marquis Ningyuan, I have an edict of succession written by an official, and I am the new emperor of the Song Dynasty.

, who is the traitor? You? Or you?"

Gu Yankai sneered and scolded sternly: "You traitor, stop talking nonsense and deceiving people's hearts. Your Majesty has already ordered people to send out the blood edict and tiger talisman. The so-called edict in your hands must not have been written by your Majesty!"
To be continued...