[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

In Jinhua Palace, there are palace lanterns.

Xu Shi candlelight was dim and flickering, illuminating Zhao Jue's always gloomy face with some warmth.

He sat opposite the Empress Dowager Liu, holding sunspots, and played chess with the Empress Dowager Liu.

The heavy snow outside has already been heard, and the rustling sound of the little eunuchs sweeping the snow can be heard vaguely.

Zhao Jue's chess game is very good.

Empress Dowager Liu looked at it for a while, then threw the chess piece on the board, and said, "No more."

"You think too deeply, Aijia is not your opponent."

Zhao Jue smiled and said: "If you don't think deeply, I'm afraid the lonely king would have died in Xiangyang City long ago."

Zhao Jue was never a talkative person in front of others, but after meeting Empress Dowager Liu, he became talkative.

He hadn't seen her for many years, and he always wanted to talk to her more, as if this could make up for the past time.

Empress Dowager Liu said: "But you survived."

Zhao Jue raised his head and said, "Could it be that Sister E wants the lonely king to die in Xiangyang City?"

"Or, sister E hopes that the lonely king will die here?"

Empress Dowager Liu's gaze became sharp for an instant, and the sternness dissipated after a while.

Zhao Jue said: "If elder sister E wants to take the life of the lonely king, then she can take it with her own hands. The lonely king has no other words."

The bright and dark lights of the candle were imprinted on Empress Dowager Liu's face.

Empress Dowager Liu's forehead swayed, and she looked up at Zhao Jue. Although Zhao Jue's eyes were deep, there was a touch of warmth hidden in them.

"I won't kill you."

Zhao Jue's smile finally reached his eyes, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

Empress Dowager Liu placed the last piece on the chessboard, and said calmly: "You are a young noble in Aijia Jinhua Palace, but if you leave this Jinhua Palace..."

Empress Dowager Liu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent flashed past, and she said coldly, "It's the King of Xiangyang, Zhao Jue."

Zhao Jue's face turned cold, and he soon returned to normal. He looked at Empress Dowager Liu, and said slowly, "If the Gu Wang wins, would Sister E come to the Gu Wang's side?"

Empress Dowager Liu raised her head, raised her chin slightly, looked majestic and contemptuous, and said: "Although the Ai family was born as a dancing girl with a low status, they are also a generation of people who know propriety, righteousness and shame."

Zhao Jue closed his eyes and let go of the chess pieces with his fingers.

Empress Dowager Liu got up to leave, the wide hem of her skirt was wiping his boots, and he heard Empress Dowager Liu sigh: "Young Lord, you were born at the wrong time."

The figure of Empress Dowager Liu disappeared behind the heavy curtains, Zhao Jue opened his eyes and said, "So what if you were born at the wrong time?"

"Times create heroes, and heroes create times."

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No matter how decisive Zhao Wumian said, what should happen still happened.

On the way to sacrifice to heaven, before Zhao Ning and Zhao Jue could take the sandalwood handed over by the Taoist priest, the assassin rushed over.

Zhao Jue pushed Zhao Ning aside, barely dodging the sharp arrow that was shot at him.

Zhao Ning had lingering fears in her heart, she knew that the Empress Dowager Liu was a careless person who did great things, so she might not send someone to deliberately protect her life.

Zhao Ning knew Empress Dowager Liu's style, and had already made mental preparations, but this posture of firing all arrows was too informal!

If Zhao Jue hadn't pushed her away, that sharp arrow would have shot at her chest.

Du Yu rushed over, flying the long sword in his hand, and instantly picked off several masked assassins who rushed forward.

There was chaos in front of him, and the blood quickly stained the huge incense burner carved with the sun, moon and stars.

However, in this chaos, Zhao Jue picked up the sandalwood from the ground, lit it with a candle, inserted it in the incense burner, closed his eyes again, and bowed devoutly for a few times.

Zhao Ning's face was splattered with blood, and the cumbersome princess dress was also scratched. She carefully avoided the long sword that stabbed him from time to time, and walked towards Zhao Jue.

Zhao Jue closed his eyes, still kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Ning stroked his temple hair lightly with his fingers, and touched the golden hairpin.

She had killed someone with a golden hairpin before, and it wouldn't be a big deal if she killed another one.

Although Zhao Jue saved her life just now, she still wanted to kill Zhao Jue.

Siege the city and seize the territory, and the decisive battle is between the two battles. The king of Xiang, Zhao Jue, is the first to be promoted.

Zhao Jue is a good general, he once killed the enemy and ran away, but that doesn't mean he is a good emperor.

What the Great Song Dynasty needed was a benevolent monarch who could make people live and work in peace and contentment, not a bloodthirsty killing god.

In this regard, Zhao Zhen is much stronger than Zhao Jue.

Appointing the virtuous and appointing the capable, governing the world, Zhao Zhen has won the true biography of Empress Dowager Liu, but his character is weaker and weaker, and he still lacks flaws in the handling of government affairs.

But Zhao Ning felt that in time, Zhao Zhen would surely become a generation of benevolent monarchs that will be passed down through the ages.

Competing in the Central Plains, although it is good for the capable to live there, it also depends on whether the world needs you or not.

Zhao Ning was holding the golden hairpin and was about to pull it out when he heard Zhao Jue's calm voice: "A'Ning, do you feel that there is one person missing?"

The sleeves were wide, Zhao Ning took off the golden hairpin and hid it in the sleeves, smiled and said, "Uncle Wang is talking about Zhao Wumian?"

She saw clearly just now, only Du Yu jumped out, and Zhao Wumian, who usually followed Zhao Jue, went to nowhere at that time.

Zhao Jue shook his head and said, "No."

"It's Zhan Zhao."

The smile on Zhao Ning's face slowly disappeared.

Zhan Zhao is a person who never loses his word. Since he said yesterday that he would come to protect her, he will not be absent for no reason today, unless it is, he cannot get away at all.

Reminiscent of Zhao Wumian's absence, Zhao Ning's fingers holding the golden hairpin slightly trembled.

Zhao Jue still closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said: "The lonely king wanted to spare Zhao Zhen's life, but in Sister E's heart, he is more important than the lonely king."

"Since this is the case, he should go down as soon as possible to accompany the short-lived brother of the lonely king."

Zhao Ning's face changed slightly. Zhao Jue knew everything about Queen Mother Liu's assassination of Zhao Jue!

Since he knew, why did he insist on offering sacrifices to heaven?

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, Zhao Ning figured it out.

Leading the snake out of the hole will never cause future troubles.

Zhao Ning looked up at the sky, and then closed his eyes again.

As the most powerful vassal king in the Song Dynasty, Zhao Jue was not inferior to Empress Dowager Liu in terms of city and mind, and was on the same level as Empress Dowager Liu.

Zhao Ning hid the golden hairpin deeper.

Now she can only pray that Zhan Zhao can protect Zhao Zhen, if not, the world of the Great Song Dynasty will be half collapsed.

The deposed emperor and the new emperor were assassinated at the same time, but the great general Di Qing who was thousands of miles away suddenly appeared in the capital. At that time, even though Di Qing had ten mouths, he couldn't tell.

When Di Qing was the brother-in-law of the Eight Sage Kings, he killed the deposed emperor and the new emperor at the same time, the reason could not be more obvious - he wanted to elect the Eight Sage Kings as emperor.

After the ups and downs of the three emperors in the Great Song Dynasty, the Liao people will definitely take the opportunity to go south, and the war will burn together, and the innocent people will suffer.

Zhao Ning trembled slightly, and said, "Uncle Wang is very good."

Now she dare not think about killing Zhao Jue anymore.

It's good that Zhao Zhen didn't die, but if Zhao Jue died, the court would be in chaos.

Zhao Jue stood up, looked at the swords and swords around him, and said, "Ah Ning, the lonely king will prove to the world that the lonely king is capable of being a good emperor."

Zhao Ning shook his head lightly, and said, "Uncle Wang, the Great Song Dynasty needs a benevolent monarch, and you are not."

Zhao Jue glanced at Zhao Ning and said, "Renjun?"

"Renjun is to collect taxes from the people of the Song Dynasty to support the soldiers and horses of the Liao people?!"

"The land of the Central Plains has been the kingdom of Heaven/Chaoshang since ancient times! How can the Liao people bully my people and occupy my territory!"

Zhao Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "After the lonely king ascends the throne, he will fight to the death with the Liao people, take back my territory, and restore my rivers and mountains."

The sky after the snow was clear blue. Zhao Jue looked at the boundless sky and said: "The Han family is majestic, and it leads all nations. The sun and moon shine, and the wind and rain come. All are Han soil."

Zhao Jue looked down at Zhao Ning, his eyes were deep, and said: "I, Song, should do the same!"

Zhao Ning raised his head and said calmly: "If there were no accumulations of the two generations of Emperor Wen and Emperor Jing to rest with the people and create the rule of Wen and Jing, how could there be Wei Qinghuo's Qubing cavalry to crush the Xiongnu?"

"My Great Song has been fighting for several years, the treasury is empty, and the people are miserable. If we attack Liao at this time, it will be worse."

Zhao Ning shook his head and sighed softly: "Uncle Wang, maybe you should listen to the voices of the people in the world."

Zhao Jue looked down at Zhao Ning, then looked back for a while, and said lightly, "You don't understand war."

Zhao Ning said: "You don't understand the common people."

When the cold wind blew, Zhao Ning wrapped the clothes around her body, like a crabapple swaying in the strong wind.

Zhao Jue stopped arguing with her and said, "Guhui is a good emperor."

As soon as Zhao Jue finished speaking, a crisp voice rang out from Chongming Gate: "This Marquis is not dead yet! What kind of emperor are you!"

Zhao Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, and Zhao Ning had already turned around, his eyes full of surprise.

Pang Yu came on horseback, followed by soldiers in armor.

Pang Yu pointed his long sword at Zhao Jue, and said, "It's time to show your loyalty to this Marquis! Let Ben Marquis kill Zhao Jue!"

The well-trained soldiers broke up the melee crowd and rushed all the way to Zhao Jue.

Zhao Jue frowned slightly, and said: "I have long heard that the Pang Mansion trains and raises the dead, and seeing it today, it really deserves its reputation."

Zhao Jue glanced at Zhao Ning, Zhao Ning held the golden hairpin in his hand, and pointed to his neck in an instant, saying: "Uncle Wang, Ah Ning is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

The people brought by Pang Yu rushed into the battle group, and the battle situation was quickly reversed. Du Yu sneered and put a signal flare into the sky.

Pang Yu broke through the siege and reached out to Zhao Ning.

Zhao Ning took his hand, and Pang Yu pulled her onto the horse.

Zhao Ning said: "Why are you here? Didn't you not be allowed to come?"

Pang Yu laughed loudly: "You are here, how could I not come?"

Zhao Ning blushed, and Pang Yu galloped out of the battle group and ran towards the flames.

In the cold wind, his voice was clear: "I'll take you to Zhan Zhao."

The Xiang army stationed in the city saw Du Yu's signal and came back to help in an orderly manner, and the battle situation fell into a stalemate again.

However, at this time, Di Qing's battle flag was flying on the street.

What Du Yu was most worried about happened.

Zhao Wumian couldn't stop besieging Zhao Zhen. Zhan Zhao summoned too many knights from the rivers and lakes to protect Zhao Zhen. An emperor they never looked down upon.

Zhao Wumian saw that he could not break into the Zichen Palace, so he simply set up firewood and lit a fire, thick smoke billowed, thousands of arrows were fired, and no one inside escaped.

Zhan Zhao protected Zhao Zhen, using his sword to block the cold arrows from outside, thick smoke billowed in the hall, and Zhao Zhen coughed uncontrollably.

Zhan Zhao frowned, Zhao Jue put too many troops here, he couldn't escape at all, let alone know what was going on with Zhao Ning.

Now I can only pray that Empress Dowager Liu has more conscience, and that the people sent over did not kill Zhao Ning along with her.

Zhao Zhen saw Zhan Zhao's anxiety, wiped his tears, and comforted him: "Guard Zhan, don't worry, the royal sister is blessed with great blessings, and every disaster will be turned into good luck, and disaster will be auspicious."

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes were clear, and said, "Thank you for your majesty's good words."

He remembered what Zhao Ning said to him in Taihao Mausoleum that day: I am your son and daughter, but I should not be your hero short of breath.

Zhan Zhao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, he couldn't imagine what the rest of his life would be like if Zhao Ning died in this palace change.

The flames became more and more intense, and Zhao Ning's anxious voice came from outside the hall: "Zhan Zhao!"

Zhan Zhao stopped swinging his sword for a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, until Zhao Zhen pushed him and said, "It's the imperial sister, the imperial sister is here."

Then Zhao Ning's words came through the thick fog and smoke, anxious, terrified, flustered, even heart-piercing, hysterical.

Having been with Zhao Ning for so long, Zhan Zhao has never heard her voice so out of control. In his impression, she always has a smile on her face, graceful and reserved.

"Zhan Zhao!!!"

Zhan Zhao closed his eyes, and let go of the hand that had been holding Zhao Zhen's shoulder.

Zhan Zhao heard Pang Yu's voice: "A-Ning, don't go over there!"

"Your Majesty, Zhan's mission has been completed."

Zhan Zhao pushed Zhao Zhen towards Bao Zheng, and swung his sword out of the hall!

There was his little wife outside the hall, who thought he was buried in a sea of ​​flames.

After Zhao Wumian set the fire, the remaining soldiers were still stationed here, so he went back to help Zhao Jue.

As soon as he rushed to Zhao Jue, he heard Di Qing's horn.

Zhao Wumian's complexion changed drastically, and he looked at Du Yu.

Du Yu frowned, guarding Zhao Jue as he walked into the ancestral hall.

As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, Du Yu cut Zhao Jue unconscious with a knife in his hand, took off his clothes, pushed him to Zhao Wumian, and said, "Take the prince out of the city first."

Zhao Wumian supported Zhao Jue, Du Yu had already changed into Zhao Jue's clothes, at that time he took out the pistol from his sleeve and was sticking it on his face.

Zhao Wumian's eyes darkened, and said, "What about you?"

"Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while."

Du Yu smiled and said, "Of course I'm going to deal with these troublesome bastards for the prince."

Du Yu took the gun, no different from Zhao Jue, she glanced at Zhao Jue in Zhao Wumian's arms, and said: "If I win, you and the prince will come back in ten days."

"If I lose, you don't want to come back."

"I once left a wealth of ten thousand in the north. You know the place. After you find it, it will be enough for the prince to be a rich man and enjoy his life."

Zhao Jue in Zhao Wumian's arms moved, and Du Yu slashed down with a knife again, and now he was completely motionless.

Du Yu tied up his messy hair, took one last look at Zhao Jue, and said softly, "Let's go."

Zhao Wumian closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "If you lose, you will definitely die."

Du Yu chuckled: "I will bear the burden for the prince."

"Frustrated, I admit it."

Zhao Wumian's shoulders trembled slightly, hugged Zhao Jue, bowed to Du Yu, and then quickly led Zhao Jue out through the back door.

Du Yu opened the door, and the strong winter wind blew up her clothes.

The generals of Xiangjun asked her for instructions, and she issued orders one by one.

The flames of war were stalemate for three days and three nights, and Du Yu didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights. When the flames of Zichen Palace were extinguished, she knew that she was really defeated this time.

Di Qing's silent return to aid, the Eight Sage King's terrifying ability to control the city of Tokyo, the dead soldiers trained by the Pang family for many years, and the quack warriors summoned by Zhan Zhao to protect Zhao Zhen, all these forces combined, she lost Not wronged.

Various forces competed for the control of the palace, and the Xiang army shrank smaller and smaller, until finally, the corpses piled up into a mountain.

Du Yu draws his sword, walks out from Xiangjun, and looks at Di Qing who is slashing his sword immediately.

Di Qing's blade was still dripping blood.

Du Yu raised her head, and the sunlight made her unable to open her eyes a little. She squinted her eyes slightly, lowered her voice, and said, "Those who let the lonely king go, the lonely king will take the blame."

Zhan Zhao brought Zhao Ning to the Shengping Building and looked at the sea of ​​corpses in the palace.

Zhao Jue brought 20 soldiers and horses. One-third of the siege was broken, and more than half of the palace change was broken. The palace is not big enough to accommodate so many soldiers and horses. Those guarding Zhao Jue's side were only a few thousand men and horses.

Di Qing's face was as calm as water, and his black armor was stained with blood so that he couldn't tell the color. He got off his horse, dragged his long knife backwards, and walked up to Zhao Jue step by step.

Di Qing said coldly: "Where my general's army has passed, no evil will be left behind!"

After speaking, he swung his long knife instantly. Du Yu didn't close his eyes for three nights. In a trance, he saw the big knife fall, and then heard the voice of a guard: "My lord, be careful!"

Di Qing's saber was extremely heavy and fast, and the guard stood in front of Du Yu, and was chopped into two pieces by him, and then the blade fell heavily on Du Yu's shoulder.

Du Yu knelt on the ground, feeling the pain, she squeezed her waist, and escaped from Di Qing's knife.

The guards of the palace surrounded him.

Du Yu covered his shoulders and panted slightly.

Di Qing swung his long knife, and a piece of flesh and blood flew across. Du Yu closed his eyes and shouted: "Back off!"

"My lord!"

"This subordinate swears to follow the prince to the death!"

The cries of thousands of people shook the sky, and Du Yu's tears ran across his cheeks. He took out a brown pill from his sleeve, crushed it and dissipated it in the wind.

The wind carried the broken pills everywhere, and the guards of the palace fell down one after another.

Di Qing swung the knife horizontally and covered his mouth and nose.

Du Yu said lightly: "It's useless to you."

Du Yu stood up, pulled out the sword from his waist, and said, "I'll give you a chance to kill the lonely king, come on."

The sun disappeared into the clouds, and Di Qing's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Zhao Jue!"

Standing on the Shengping Building, Zhao Ning watched the two confront each other. At the moment when Di Qing's saber fell, she grabbed Zhan Zhao's clothes and shouted at Di Qing, "Uncle!"

"do not want!"

She is Du Yu, not Zhao Jue.

But it was too late, Di Qing's knife fell, Du Yu dropped the sword, without the sword's block, the knife cut deeply into her body.

Blood continued to flow out, and Du Yu's vision began to blur.

The sun is black and the floor is cold.

Du Yu fell to the ground, closed his eyes serenely, and whispered softly: "I finally paid off what I owed you."

Di Qing's ears moved, and he said, "What you owe is to the people of the world."

The author has something to say: Di Qing: Sure enough, this will be a note on lonely life