Chapter 12 Chapter 12: The Love Story of Chenghua Years (12)

The enemy army is very vigorous, and for a moment I even had an illusion that our army seemed to be invincible.However, at this time, the enemy army was in chaos in the rear. I knew it was Cao Jixiang who came from the rear with a group of eunuchs and some royal guards. We took advantage of the chaos and went up. I watched all this with a smile, without any sense of danger. War in the dark is like a pantomime.In order not to alarm the sick emperor, the enemy army did not make a sound, and our side did not make a sound in order not to alarm the enemy's other troops.On the battlefield, there is only the sound of blades cutting on flesh and blood.

Even in the dark, I could clearly see the face of my dying enemy.Pain and fear controlled them, their muscles twitched, their facial features twisted, and they fell very slowly. The enemy fought to the last man, no one surrendered, they all died, and suddenly the corpses filled the palace gate. I walked over the corpses of my enemies, and the feeling of trampling on raw flesh made me shudder, and I tried to hold back my vomiting. Then we arrived at Nangong smoothly, and no one stopped us. At that time, it was almost four o'clock. The palace gate of Nangong was locked tightly, and no one had the key.I asked Jin Yiwei to hack the door with a sword, and after a while, the door was split open.

There was darkness inside, and everyone suddenly looked at each other in blank dismay. At this point, no one dared to go any further. At this time, a person came out with a lamp in his hand, and the lonely lamp cast a clear shadow on his face—it was him, Du Yanyan, and my father was behind him. Everyone immediately knelt down and shouted long live. When I was kneeling down, I was thinking about the chance to kill him. I knew that he had been desperately protecting my father, and he never took a step away even in Wala.Such a hero will definitely be rewarded according to his merits, and then he will ask to marry my Zhen'er.

Everyone flocked to leave, but Du Yanyan fell behind.I glanced at Wang Guangming with my eyes, and he understood. He purposely walked behind Du Yanyan, and raised his knife. The beautiful knife light drew a beautiful arc in the night sky before dawn.Under the flickering light of the knife, I suddenly thought of Wan Zhen'er's beautiful hands.Those hands have the color of jade in the autumn sun, and from then on, these hands belong only to me. With a sneer on my lips, he fell without making a sound, and died before he knew it.No one noticed, everyone was preparing for the new emperor's enthronement, only I knew about it, no, Wang Guangming and Du Yanyan knew about it.

After the incident of seizing the door, Wan Zhen'er soon got the news of Du Yanyan's death.That night, all the people went out to do their big things, and she sewed clothes for Zhu Jianshen under the dim light. It's a snowy night. The courtyard outside the window is a vast expanse of white, and now and then one or two jackdaws crow. She was embroidering a new yellow dress with a playful dragon on it - something only a future emperor could wear.She embroidered stitch by stitch, listening to the drumming outside.I don't know how things are going, I don't know if the emperor is safe, the prince is safe, and Du Yanyan, is he safe?

A gust of cold wind blew into the window, and the candle light flickered for a moment. She froze for a moment, and with a trembling finger, the needle suddenly pricked her finger, and a drop of blood suddenly fell, falling into the dragon's eyes, like weeping blood. Her heart tightened, what a terrible omen! Putting down her yellow clothes, she walked around the room a few times anxiously. Dongfang began to turn pale. She walked out of the yard and looked at the imperial city, but there seemed to be no movement. Suddenly, bells and drums struck, and she was taken aback. The bell rang nine times, followed by the sound of drums. After a break, it rang nine more times, and then nine more times. It was the new emperor who had ascended the throne.

The roadside vendors stopped their work, the people walking on the road stopped, and the women stopped talking, and everyone looked towards the Forbidden Palace together. "what's going on?" People started whispering, "Is the emperor dead?" Wan Zhen'er stood on the streets of Beijing in winter, her eyes seemed to see through the early morning mist.The new emperor ascended the throne, finally ascended the throne. Emperor Jingtai in Renshou Palace asked his servant in surprise, "What happened? Who rang the bell?" The servants knelt down one after another, crying bitterly, "It's the Supreme Emperor, he's back!"

Emperor Jingtai was stunned for a long time before he said with a wry smile, "Okay, okay, that's fine." The middle-aged man slowly lay back on the bed, and said to himself, "It's finally here."