Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

Ming Wanzhao didn't sleep well during this sleep, and his consciousness was not very clear during the half-dream and half-awake state. He just vaguely remembered that he couldn't rest at this moment, but it was difficult to escape as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. His consciousness kept falling, and he struggled to wake up. , but in vain.

Until his consciousness was finally a little clear, he couldn't lift his strength, and there was no pain anywhere, Ming Wanzhao tried his best to slowly open his eyes.

Ye Zi'an was talking to someone in the tent, his voice fluctuated near and far away, and he couldn't hear clearly, Ming Wanzhao paused for a while before he vaguely heard him say: "If you tell me the truth, can we go back to Jiangdong? "

No one answered.

Ming Wanzhao closed his eyes, fully awake.

He was still at Lingyang Pass, and the battle was so tense that the emperor of Daliang couldn't fall in front of his soldiers.

In the tent, Ye Zi'an was treating Wen Bojing's injuries this time, and the tent was filled with the smell of blood. After Ming Wanzhao was seriously injured, the strong blood aura had not dissipated yet, and Wen Bojing came back with a whole body of blood. Ye Zi'an had just finished bandaging , looked up and saw Ming Wanzhao who was struggling to get up, and immediately rushed over to hold him down.

"Your Majesty!" Ye Zi'an exclaimed, "You are awake, don't move, lie back, the bleeding is finally stopped, don't drag the wound

at...,'

He didn't dare to press down hard, but Ming Wanzhao dared to struggle hard, and finally made him sit up on the hard couch with his elbows on his back. He raised his voice and said hoarsely: "How long have I been asleep?"

More than an hour. "Ye Zi'an withdrew his hand helplessly.

Not too long, Ming Wanzhao thought, he glanced at Wen Bojing from the corner of his eye, suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then said in a normal manner: "Uncle? Ask him to come see me."

The tent instantly fell into dead silence, Ye Zi'an even inadvertently lowered his breathing, and looked at Bo Jing with some unease.

Ming Wanzhao was stunned for a moment, then asked again: "Where is he?"

Wen Bojing got up and returned, "Your Majesty, General Qi's body has been brought back to the city. Now that Shu Ge is retreating for the time being, he will definitely make a comeback in less than half an hour."

Ming Wanzhao gritted his teeth, then slowly lifted the quilt, landed on both feet, and slowly stood up while propping up the couch.His expression seemed to be as calm as before, and he could not even find a trace of grief. Ming Wanzhao knew what an emperor should do at this moment, perhaps he should reprimand the enemy army, mourn the death of the general, and let the soldiers know how much the emperor loves his subjects.

But he was so tired that he couldn't make that appearance.

So he calmed down almost ruthlessly and said: "Prepare for the battle, I will go to the tower to watch the battle."

Wen Bojing and Ye Zi'an looked at each other, no one knew what the little emperor wanted to do. After a while, Ye Zi'an frowned and said, "Your Majesty, do you know that you were shot in the chest by an arrow two hours ago? If it deviates less than an inch, if it penetrates into the lungs, even a god can't save it, so you shouldn't leave the tent now."

"The news of my injury can't be concealed for too long." Ming Wanzhao said, "If the reinforcements from Lingxi haven't arrived, Lingyang Pass won't last for three days at most. If the army's heart is broken in the city, I'm afraid I won't be able to last today. I have to go to the tower Come on, let the soldiers feel at ease."

In just a few words, Ming Wanzhao spoke with a little effort, every sound would cause severe pain to the wound, but his thoughts were not disturbed in any way, on the contrary, they became clearer.

He glanced at Ye Zi'an with no sadness or joy on his face, and said, "Help me change my clothes, I'm sorry."

Ye Zi'an couldn't resist him, but he never let the emperor wear armor. It was too heavy. With his thin body, let alone going up the city gate tower, he might be crushed before he reached the upper ranks.

In the end, Ming Wanzhao walked out of the tent in fox fur. The camp was quiet and there was no movement, it was depressingly dull.

"Zhen, I want to visit my uncle." Ming Wanzhao said suddenly.

Ye Zi'an froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Qi Yanxing died in battle outside Lingyang Pass, his body was bloody and bloody, he couldn't see a good place, and Ming Wanzhao couldn't tell what kind of wounds, swords or thorns, but the whole body was left behind.But what he held in his hand was a thin and sharp long sword, not the usual spear, Ming Wanzhao recognized it as the Yunxi Sword.

He died with the sword of his former sweetheart.

Yubei'erlang has remained affectionate since he was young, and will never change until his death.

Ming Wanzhao did not take back the Yunxi sword, but turned around and said, "Let's go, go to the tower."

Out of the camp is the city gate, Ming Wanzhao just walked over, the thick fox fur covered his wounds tightly, when passing by the stables, Ming Wanzhao suddenly saw Wu Yuxue tied inside, So slightly startled.

Ye Zi'an saw his eyes and said, "When Rong Shao returned to the city, your horse was waiting at the gate of the city and brought it back."

After he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Looking at the horse, the Son of Heaven suddenly shed tears for some reason, as if he had endured it for a long time, the tears rolled down like beads.

Ye Zi'an always knew that Ming Wanzhao was sad, but he didn't know that he would cry too. Such a scheming emperor who played tricks, a person who could endure humiliation for many years, such a person...

Will she weep because of sorrow?

But Ming Wanzhao didn't say anything, after wiping away the tears casually, he stepped forward and stroked Wu Yuxue's mane, and the horse also rubbed against his cool fingertips, as if responding.

Ming Wanzhao patted Wu Yuxue's neck, and said something in a low voice that no one heard.

"Just come back."

Some people, never come back.

In Yijing City, not long after Xing Ye returned to the yamen, someone rushed to report that Su's mansion had disappeared.

Xing Ye was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, he shouldn't have reported the water leakage, so he asked, "Which Su residence?"

"Who else can it be! Master Su Jinhuaisu's Su Mansion!" The man was in a hurry, "The students of the Imperial College are all there, and Mr. Su lit the fire himself!"

Xing Ye's brain buzzed before he realized that the document in his hand fell to the table with a thud.

The fire in the Su Mansion had been planned for a long time, with thick smoke billowing, the long road outside the mansion was full of students from the Imperial College kneeling, their clothes were wet with tears, and they were crying loudly.

After Xing Ye and Ye Danran left, Su Jinhuai dismissed the few servants in the mansion, called the students of the Imperial College, and ordered the students to stand outside the gate of the mansion.

Killing courtiers, collaborating with the enemy and stealing the country, his heart can be punished!

When Xing Ye, Xu Zhiwei, Ye Danran and others heard the news, the fire had already spread. Xing Ye, who was not as shrewd as usual, shouted: "You just watch! Why don't you go in and save people? Ah? Save people ah!"

Some of the students covered their faces and cried: "It's sir, sir, he doesn't allow me to wait to enter the door, he asks me to wait...he wants me to wait to fulfill him!"

Xing Ye couldn't believe it, these pedantic idiots just watched Su Jinhuai burn himself!

But at this time, there was a hoarse laughter from the fire, and Su Jinhuai screamed in the thick smoke: "I have been an official for [-] years, and I have ruined a single thought! Since I entered the official position, I have never dared to forget my loyalty to the emperor and the people! A mistaken belief in a traitor People, with today's situation, I am ashamed of Liang! Ashamed of Your Majesty! Now I am willing to die for the country! I will never live as a treacherous minister!"

There was a burst of coughing, and Su Jinhuai's voice was much weaker, but it was soaked in madness and presumptuousness. He had been cautious and cautious for half his life, but at this moment he finally acted presumptuously.

"During the Shengyuan period, foreign tribes attacked Lingyang Pass, and now I, Daliang, have suffered such a shame and humiliation. How can I look back, how can I look back!"

Xing Ye couldn't speak, tears welled up first, and finally couldn't help but took two steps forward, hissing: "Gong Su! Why did you come here! Why did you come here!"

The fire was hot, and there was no more response.

The students outside the house fell to their knees, and Xing Ye's face was full of tears. How could he not know the reason for Su Jinhuai's death, but he was highly respected all his life, and he did his best for the leader, but he ended up like this in his old age!No matter how many intentional calculations, it can't change the desolation of him setting himself on fire for Daliang today.

Xing Ye staggered and turned around, raised his arms and shouted: "Traitors steal the country! Loyal ministers die! Your Majesty is still guarding the country at Lingyang Pass, and the Son of Heaven is guarding the gate of the country. How can we recognize the evil and sycophant as the king?!"

Scholars are fierce, even Xu Zhiwei, who is as timid as a mouse, can't help shouting with red eyes at this moment: "I swear to the death that I will not recognize the thief as a king!"

Seeing the drastic change in the situation, Song Zhou complained endlessly.

Not only the students, but such a fire has already attracted many dignitaries and common people, and even attracted Feng Bailu's soldiers and horses in the end. The pens of scholars can stab people to death, and their mouths can also scold people to death. Su Jinhuai committed suicide in such a tragic way today. Qiao Zihan won't be able to take root in Beijing!

Who is Su Jinhuai?The veteran of the four dynasties of Daliang was known as a clean and honest man. Although he only accepted Shen Lin as a student, scholars all over the world regarded him as a sage. Qiao Zihan was able to enter the city smoothly because of Su Jinhuai's approval. Before he died, he summoned the students of the Imperial College to denounce Qiao Zihan.

Qiao Zihan was doomed to be drowned in the saliva of literati students, he couldn't wash away this stigma!

The fire in the Su Mansion was extinguished, but Feng Bailu didn't dare to easily arrest Xing Ye and hundreds of students. Xing Ye took off his official hat and robe in public, and said with a sneer, "Swear to death that I will not be a minister or a traitor", and then stood in the cold In the wind, he left wearing a thin shirt.

Seeing him like this, Xu Zhiwei also threw off his official cap, and the students who hadn't entered the official position soon dispersed, and then they all wore filial piety and knelt down in front of the palace gate in a mighty manner.

Qiao Zihan was still in the palace, and when he learned about this, his complexion suddenly sank, his eyes full of sternness, he swept down the glazed teacup on the case, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to be a minister, get out! There is no shortage of Xing Ye one!"

Qi Lingyun and Feng Bailu looked at each other.

"But..." Qi Lingyun frowned and said, "The students of Su Jinhuai of the Taixue are all wearing sackcloth and mourning at the gate of the palace. These scholars are not good.

Do, and... Many courtiers in the court have handed in their official seals and dismissed them.

Feng Bailu hesitated to speak, but said amidst Qiao Zihan's increasingly ugly face: "With such a big commotion, the Nanfu army who followed me into the city has been shaken. If this continues, I'm afraid... .”

"Bastard!"

Qiao Zihan stood up abruptly, his eyes frowning, "Su Jinhuai will die if he dies! What are they making trouble with? Go, take the Nanfu army to the gate of the palace, and kill all the students who are making trouble! No one will be left behind!"

Feng Bailu was stunned, "This..."

An inkstone hit the ground with a bang, and it fell apart. Qiao Zihan scolded: "What is this?! Don't go! You want to resist the order?!"

"I have absolutely no intention of doing that!" Feng Bailu said hastily, "But this, killing students is not an option, not to mention there are so many courtiers, and there are more and more people watching now... It is impossible to kill all the scholars in the world ah."

Qi Lingyun's hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly, covered with cold sweat. He was silent for a while, and said: "These people are nothing more than angry at Su Jinhuai's death, and it's easy for them to stop. Isn't Su Jinhuai's personal student and son still imprisoned in prison?" ?”

Qiao Zihan paused, then calmed down again, and sneered, "Are you willing to let them out?"

Qi Lingyun bowed his head, "I would like to share my worries for my lord."

Qiao Zihan regained his composure in an instant, as if he wasn't the one who was hysterical just now, he rubbed his forehead and laughed hoarsely.

"Go do it."

Qi Lingyun and Feng Bailu walked out of the hall side by side, Feng Bailu sighed: "He...is not quite right."

Qi Lingyun had no expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "This is the end of the matter, and there is no turning back. Lord Feng, it's too late to regret it. He must be enthroned in a legitimate way, so that you and I can enjoy wealth in peace, otherwise... ...You and I will bear the name of rebellious officials and thieves on our backs, and there will be no burial for death

land. "

After speaking, he walked away quickly.

Feng Bailu stood where he was, already breaking out in a cold sweat.