[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

After that crisp sound.

Silence, the deathly silence in the Qianqing Palace was in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.

Yong Jue looked sideways at his palm, didn't speak, his expression was gloomy and unpredictable, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the candle, which made him look a little weird.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, I, I..." Lin Ruiyang finally realized what he had done, his pretty face turned pale in an instant, and he knelt down trembling, not daring to raise his head again. Blunder.

"Hehe..." Yong Jue suddenly sneered, the louder he laughed, and finally stood up, the dead silence in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a little spark flickered in the bright obsidian.

"I didn't expect that I would ask you, a little one, to remind you?"

He walked down the steps steadily, and raised the corners of his mouth happily, "Wenqing, you are the first one who dares to slap me. For the sake of your loyalty, you can avoid capital punishment, living punishment—wait for tonight's matter." When it's over, I'll settle the score with you again."

Lin Ruiyang's bright eyes sparkled, and his smile was like a flower: "My minister obeys the order."

Yong Jue took off his saber and hung it on his waist. He glanced out the window and stared at it. There were a lot of rebels, and they were very close to the Qianqing Palace. If they went out like this, they might become hedgehogs...

Just as His Majesty was concentrating on contemplation, a burst of cloth rustling interrupted him.

Looking up, Lin Ruiyang took out a black fox fur cloak embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon from the inside, looked carefully at Yong Jue with a desperate look, and then put it on by himself.

"Wen Qing, put down the cloak!" Yong Jue vaguely understood what he meant, and a sullen look appeared on Jun's face.

As proud as he is, how could the emperor, who had ascended the throne with military exploits, allow himself to hide behind the powerless civil servants?

Lin Ruiyang shook his head, and said resolutely: "Your Majesty, no matter what I do, you are not willing to give me a chance. I really love you, but you can't avoid it..." The flowery and jade-like face brought a smile. wry smile.

"Just because my aunt by blood is your concubine, you refuse to accept me? Your Majesty, this is unfair! It's not fair!" He stared at the emperor persistently and shouted loudly.

"Wenqing, I didn't hide from you, be good, be obedient, and give me the cloak." Yong Jue was angry and funny, and raised his hand to take the cloak.

Lin Ruiyang, who had been prepared for a long time, took a step back immediately, his smile was as gorgeous as fleeting fireworks, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, if today's death for you can make you remember Lin Ruiyang forever like you miss Mr. Fucha, then The humble minister will die without any regrets!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed over, hugged the emperor tightly, turned and ran to the door.

Waiting for him outside are hundreds of enemy troops.

"Wen Qing, come back to me!" Yong Jue took a step behind, shouting in panic, burning with anxiety.

The appearance of the emperor's exclusive five-clawed golden dragon immediately attracted the attention of the rebels, who shot at him like raindrops of arrows.

For some reason, the bright yellow staggered and fell silently.

Yong Jue couldn't help cursing in a low voice, the long sword dance was so vigorous that several rebels were directly wiped off their necks, and died very quickly.

Yong Jue, who was in full swing of the battle, never noticed that someone was walking around behind him. Hearing the sound of the wind, he hastily turned around to resist, but saw the enemy scream and fell to the ground.

And the man who helped me was actually...

"Ama?" Yong Jue exclaimed.

Prince He killed another guard who was stabbing him with a knife, and blocked Yong Jue tightly behind him. The protection was watertight, and without turning his head, he ordered: "Yong Jue, don't be afraid, hide behind Ama, the reinforcements are coming soon. "

"Why?" Yong Jue was in a daze.

"Because you are my son," Prince He said in a deep voice, "Ama has been cowardly all her life. She used to worry about this and that. Now she must do something for you, otherwise she will be a father in vain."

The heat that surged from the bottom of his heart rushed into his eyes, Yong Jue hurriedly lowered his head to wipe them away, and continued to fight as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Bushunda, who finally arrived at Fengtai Daying after untold hardships, stroked her chest and panted, running so fast, she now only felt that her breath was fishy and sweet.

Just when she was about to go in to ask for help, a gun with a cold light was pointed at her throat, and the hoarse voice that was still in the voice change period shouted: "Who dares to trespass in Fengtai camp? Hurry up and arrest her, report your name!"

Bushunda took a closer look, and found that the person who came was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in armor, with cold eyes and cold eyes.

"I'm Bushunda, and I want to see Commander Fengsheng." Bushunda said firmly.

"Woman?" The boy's handsome face twisted into a ball.

"Don't delay my time?" Bushunda was in a hurry, wishing he could fly in to find someone.

"Where did the hairy girl come from to play around? You met the commander as soon as you said you would?" The young man still stood in front of her with an unreasonable look.

"I've already reported my name, what else do you want?" No matter how smart she is, Bushunda is only a 12-year-old girl, and her own Ama's life is at stake. go.

The young man took two steps back, struck the ground heavily with his silver spear, frowned and shouted: "Hey, don't think that young generals don't hit women!"

"You!!" Bushunda stamped his feet angrily.

"Yue Zheng, what are you doing?" A serious male voice came out suddenly.

Before the young man could speak, Bushunda bent down and slipped under his arm, pulling the middle-aged man, tears came down in a daze: "Uncle Emperor, send troops to rescue Ama, the rebels have entered the palace !!"

"What?" Hong Chang and the boy named Yue Zheng shouted in unison.

"It's too late to explain, hurry up and I'll explain to you on the way."

Tranquil Fengtai camp suddenly went into chaos.

The young man who was slapped by Hong Chang for delaying in rescuing the emperor covered the back of his head with an expression of disbelief: "Who knew that the girl who trespassed in the barracks in the middle of the night was a princess? Why did you hit me QAQ?"

The situation in the palace became more and more critical. Yong Jue, Prince He, Lin Ruiyang and several guards were surrounded by rebels. The man standing tall on a horse smiled and bent his phoenix eyes: "Look, little Yanzi, I This will kill him to vent your anger on you."

Prince He protected his son behind him: "Aixinjueluo Yongqi, how dare you force the palace to rebel?"

"So what?" Yong Qi raised her chin arrogantly, "I just did what Yong Jue did back then, and it doesn't deserve your old praise."

Yong Jue flicked the dust off his collar with the hand that didn't hold the sword, and asked indifferently, "Why did you hold Wang Ziteng?"

"Ok?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, Yong Qi, without the cover of the nine admirals, you will not be able to get to where you are now after ten years of tossing." Yong Jue straightened his back, as if he was still the iron-blooded man who turned his hands into clouds and rained his hands emperor.

"It turns out that Ali Gun has been yours for a long time. No wonder you were able to accomplish things back then." Yongqi suddenly realized, and then smiled slyly. What?"

"Son," Lin Ruiyang said calmly, "Wang Ren, the only child of the Wang family, is a well-known playboy in the capital. I'm afraid Mr. Wang is trying to earn a title for his son?"

"As expected of a great talent in Sanyuan Jidi, smart enough!" Yong Qi clapped her hands in praise, and smiled inexplicably, "No wonder Yong Jue dotes on you, it's not easy."

Lin Ruiyang was startled, only to feel that his shoulder hurt even more.

Suddenly, a naive child's voice appeared: "Hit you, bad guy!"

Yong Qi's mount neighed, raised its front legs, and moved around restlessly, causing the enemy troops to be a little disturbed.

"Uncle Huang!" A small figure broke through the siege and crashed into Yong Jue's arms.

"Little lion, why are you here? Where's your elder brother?" Yong Jue was shocked, the person who should have been sent out of the palace appeared, so Erhe... He didn't even dare to think about it.

"I don't know, the little lion passed out, and when he woke up, brother Erhe was gone."

The childish Arsaran leaned on a sword taller than himself, and said seriously: "Ama said that he wants to defend his family and country, and share the worries of the emperor's uncle. Even if the little lion is young, he will fight to the death to protect the emperor's uncle." Don’t be afraid, uncle! With the little lion here, no one can hurt you!”

That face, that expression, was so familiar.

Yong Jue seemed to see the man standing in front of him again, with an extremely calm and resolute smile on his face, and promised him: "Yingxian, as long as Yunting doesn't fall, no one can hurt you."

Yunting, the little lion has grown up...

"Ama! Ama! The baby is here to save you!" The shouts one after another awakened the emperor who was in a daze.

Passing through the heavily besieged enemy army, Yong Jue saw the three men galloping forward on horseback, with immature faces full of anxiety and urgency, they swung their weapons vigorously, beheaded the enemy, and shouted loudly at him.

Bu Shunda, Mian Xin, Mian Heng.

The reinforcements from Fengtai camp finally arrived.

The morale that had been somewhat low because of Yong Jue and others' undefeated was completely irreversible now.

Even if Yong Qi was as well prepared as Yong Qi after years of planning, he could only watch helplessly as these guards threw away their weapons and surrendered one after another, full of helplessness and fury, but they couldn't stop them.

"Take down the traitor Yongqi!" Mian Xin gave an order, and someone started to do it.

"Who made you run around, brat?"

Yong Jue pinched his son's shoulders and yelled, wishing he could press the brat on his lap and spank his ass.

Mian Xin, who had been terrified all night, threw herself into Yong Jue's arms with red eyes, snot and tears all over the other's clothes: "Ama... Ama... Woooo... My son is so scared... Wow... Don't you Leave me a QAQ"

Mianheng and Bushunda also threw away their weapons silently, and Ruyan rushed over, holding Yongjue in her arms.

Yong Jue squatted halfway, feeling three lumps of wetness on his body, and smiled helplessly.

After taking all the rebels alive into custody and dragging their corpses away, all the soldiers of the Fengtai camp lifted their robes and knelt down on one knee, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Long live my emperor! Long live, long live, long live!"

On the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, a bright red is slowly rising.

Its daybreak.

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