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Ru Chao's rebels kept swarming up. In front of the palace, the chaos strangled and left a body of murky flesh. Xiao Fengqing's rebel soldier, Black Cloth, was wearing silver armor, and the long knife in his hand with a sharp arc, waving a sickle in the past, but harvested the lives of his compatriots.

Zhou Mi shouted to gather soldiers while seeking opportunities to break through. But looking back, there was a sea of ​​fire, the smoke billowed, and I couldn't really see who was the enemy. Despair in his heart burst into his heart, he was surrounded by the soldiers around him and backed away. In front of the scarlet palace door, the shouting and killing sounded loud, there was no way forward, no way back.

The guard's commander, Zhou Mi, endured the dizziness of excessive blood loss, watching the soldiers around him falling down one by one, the corpse was trampled by horses, and the sound of bone fracture was so clear. There were stumps of broken arms everywhere, and the **** smell made you vomit almost immediately.

Finally, more than 10,000 Gyeonggi escorts died, wounded, and descended, leaving only two or three hundred poor people.

The remaining soldiers of the Gyeonggi Guards gasped back and forth, and everything was settled. The only Gyeonggi **** finally made the worst victim of this rebellion. In the eyes of everyone, there was grief and indignation. They did not die on the battlefield facing the enemy, but died in the hands of their robes!

Some sound came from the other side of the imperial city, faint like thunder. All rebels almost stopped the long knife in their hands and stopped to listen.

Zhou Mi reluctantly cheered up, opened his eyes and looked at the voice.

Finally, the sound of the thunder was getting louder and louder, and finally the ground shuddered. Far away, a fire dragon rushed forward, and the black rebels shrouded in a cloud of fire. From a distance, they swarmed Tens of thousands of rebels came. The iron hoof stepped across the bluestone slab of Yujie, shaking the mountain. The first person, a black cloak, holding a sword like an autumn water, broke the darkness, and came from Mercedes. Only he had not been masked. His white appearance and handsome charm were so charming to the eyebrows. The long beams followed the wind. Flying behind him, his thin lips clenched, his cold look made his slightly feminine face with an indescribable murderous spirit.

He rushed in, like Shura in the dark. He was beautiful to the extreme and bloodthirsty to the extreme. A radiant sword flower struck the sword in his hand, and all the rebels cheered: "King Rui! King Rui! King Rui!"

In their fanatical eyes, there is only bloodthirsty reverence, which is the surrender of the strong, and the worship of naked iron blood wrists.

A thorough heart suddenly fell into the valley.

He straightened up from his horse, and screamed, "Everyone who wants to be a chaotic thief is killed! Kill!"

He shouted, kicked the horse fiercely, and stepped forward. Xiao Fengqing's narrow eyes narrowed for a moment, and the sword in his hand flashed coldly, piercing his thoughtful heart silently. Hot blood sprayed on his face, and the smell of rust was still warm.

Zhou Mi was fixed by his sword, and gradually, a large mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. He looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was close at hand, and intermittently uttered a sentence: "Are you ... worthy of the emperor ...?"

After he finished speaking, from the moment he fell to the ground, the heavy voice shocked everyone in front of the palace.

Xiao Fengqing pulled out his sword and stood on the horse holding the sword, watching the crippled remnant guards standing in front of the palace gate, thin lips spit out a word: "Kill!"

The killing sounded again, and he stood in this field of Shura, his expression remained unchanged.

It was a long long night, and it did not end. The shouting, roaring, begging for mercy in his ears could not get into his heart. A heavy palace door separated him from her. He stroked the blood on the sword and squinted at the closed palace door. No one knew what he was thinking.

Finally all mourning returned to silence. Someone came forward and whispered: "His Royal Highness Qi Qirui, the guards have done their best!"

Everyone's eyes were looking at him. Xiao Fengqing said nothing, pointed to the firm palace door, and the cold voice came out from the ground: "Bump the palace door!"

...

"Boom!" A trembling sound made everyone in the tunnel scream in astonishment. Nie Wushuang only felt that his heart was beating so loudly.

"Mother, I'm afraid!" The eldest prince next to her clenched her, yelling. The narrow tunnel and the turbid air had already strained her nerves to the extreme.

She opened her mouth and leaned on the wet stone goblet. She's also afraid. She's afraid she can't escape tonight. She's afraid she can't protect them at all. She's also afraid. She's afraid Xiao Fengqing will ruin her child—she and Xiao Fengyi's child!

Tears were long gone, and even crying was a luxury at this time.

Ouyang Ning, who was walking in front, heard the voice hurriedly turning back, hugged the prince, and hurried to Nie Wushuang: "Mother, please go! The rebels are about to open the palace door!"

Nie Wushuang struggled to stand upright and asked with a tremor: "When can the palace ... persist?"

Ouyang Ning didn't care about inferiority, took her arm and hurriedly walked forward: "Maybe less than an hour. Madam, let's go!"

He said that at last he led Nie Wushuang to trot. Soft embroidered shoes have long been soaked with water in the tunnel. A wet cold spread from the soles of my feet to my heart. She gritted her teeth, listening to the dull sound that broke the palace door, and her mind was blank.

Run, run, run or run except run. The tortuous tunnel, as if entering the ground, there is no light, only to run in the direction of the tunnel with a vague instinct.

In her breath, she even vaguely remembered the night when Yong Lane saw the last side of Queen Xu.

...

"This palace is here tonight to make an agreement with the queen maiden." She said faintly as she looked at the queen Xu as if she had grown old all night.

Covenant ...

Looking at each other, she finally let the woman who had stood in the harem for more than ten years reveal the deepest secret in this deep palace.

Secret passages!

Runaway Secrets! That secret can only be known to the Empress Xu, who was sent to the young couple!

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