Fighter of the Destiny

Hundreds of thousands of ethnic troops marched towards Xue Lao City. They walked in silence and did not make too many sounds, but there was no other atmosphere, just calm.

It doesn't look like a victor's march, but more like a wanderer returning home. The picture is really weird.

The honor of being the first to enter Xue Lao City was awarded to Guan Feibai.

The Lishan Sword Sect played a very important role in this war and made countless military exploits. At the same time, many of its disciples suffered casualties.

Of course, this is also very dangerous. There may be an ambush at the city gate, and there may be wolf riders who have become red-eyed.

Guan Feibai held his sword and walked towards the city gate.

The city gate that was destroyed by the burning of Jialan Temple now has only some frames left, and it is even more dilapidated due to the continuous destruction by trebuchets these days.

Guan Feibai walked in.

Everything was so casual.

No sneak attacks, no ambushes, no fighting.

He stood in the empty city gate and tilted his head slightly, which seemed to be unexpected.

Then, he turned around and waved to the field behind him.

The cheers rang out and soared into the sky.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the cavalry entered the city one after another.

Under the protection of the red eagle, the flying chariot slowly flew up the city wall.

The moment they entered Xue Lao City, many people, including Chen Changsheng, couldn't help but look back to the south.

How is Kyoto doing now?

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I have never seen such a shameless person!

The King of Luling looked at the man in the distance who had a Chinese character and was calm and proud, and said bitterly: My own nephew is also rebelling. What is he thinking in his mind?

Prince Cheng followed his gaze and saw that it was Tianhai Chengwu. He smiled bitterly and said, That old fox is smarter than anyone else, and he will never stand in the wrong team.

This time the Prime Minister raised a flag of rebellion, no one expected that Tianhai Family, which had been cautious and low-key for more than ten years, would be the first to respond.

Many people, like King Luling, cannot understand that the blood of the Tianhai family flows in His Majesty's body.

Looking at King Luling's expression, Prince Cheng found that he still didn't understand, so he had to explain patiently: Last year, Your Majesty went to Baicao Garden three times.

King Luling was slightly startled and said, So what?

Prince Cheng lowered his voice and said, There have been rumors that His Majesty the Pope buried the body of the Holy Queen in the Herb Garden.

King Luling finally understood, took a breath of air, and said, Is it possible that His Majesty is really ready to overturn the verdict?

Prince Cheng shook his head and said: Your Majesty has a deep relationship with Tao Zun, master and disciple, so it shouldn't be like this. But after all, he and his empress are mother and son. When they went to Baicao Garden to worship, no one could say anything. They were just worried that he would If the empress’s feelings are getting deeper and deeper, then things will become troublesome.”

Holy Queen Tianhai has been dead for more than ten years. Before that, I didn't have much memory of her, and logically speaking, I didn't have much feelings for her. But love is the most wonderful thing. It only takes a few words from others and certain scenes to make it flood again.

It is natural for His Majesty the Emperor to have feelings for the Holy Empress. No one will worry about it, except the Tianhai family.

When the whole world rebelled against Tianhai, His Majesty the Emperor may not hate Shang Xingzhou, the princes of the Chen family, or the courtiers, but he would only hate the Tianhai family and Xu Shiji.

That old fox Tianhai Chengwu saw very clearly that the deeper His Majesty's affection for the Holy Queen, the more he would hate the Tianhai family because they were traitors.

If Xu Shiji can still barely survive in the court because of Xu Yourong, how will the Tianhai family get along?

In Luoshui in early autumn, there are rows of green trees on both sides of the bank, and the sky is high and the air is crisp.

The troops returning from the north, the princes of the Chen family and the masters raised by the Tianhai family stood on the river embankment, forming two dense rows.

If thousands of crossbow bolts were fired at this time, the rebellion might end in a funny and bloody gesture.

But let alone Kyoto, even all the prefectures and counties combined could not produce so many crossbows now.

It is precisely because of this that the rebels lined up so casually, and the princes and the rebel generals were chatting leisurely.

The rebels did not besiege the city because Kyoto had no walls and could not be surrounded at all.

During the silent waiting in the past few days, most of the people had already fled. I believe that Kyoto is very deserted now, and not a single person can be seen in the streets.

This is not like a rebellion at all, but more like an outing. The rebels seem to be very relaxed, but it can still be seen from some details that they are very nervous.

Those inappropriate small talk would have been evidence of nervousness.

If the king fails to win the bet, they will die without a burial place.

At this time, red geese flew from the sky.

News from the front line spread back to Kyoto.

The human army finally invaded Xue Lao City.

Cheers rang out from both sides of Luoshui.

Both the princes and the rebel soldiers showed sincere smiles, which soon turned into embarrassment.

Now it seems that they don’t have to worry about becoming historical sinners and bearing infamy for thousands of years, but why do they feel that their faces are even more ugly?

My lord, do you really not care about being infamy for eternity?

In the large chariot at the front of the rebel army, Cao Yunping rubbed his round cheeks, looked at the Prime Minister and asked with a smile.

After quietly returning from the front line, the Prime Minister stayed in Yongxue Pass for a while. The two injuries he sustained had healed, but he was obviously much thinner than before.

And you?

The Prime Minister glanced at Cao Yunping lightly and said, If Old Man Tianji is still alive, he will probably tear you alive.

Cao Yunping laughed twice and said: I don't care about Qianqiu's reputation, because I am a fool.

The Prime Minister smiled and said: It makes sense, then I am a madman.

After a moment, his smile faded, he looked at the looming palace in the distance and sighed, and said leisurely: Actually, I just don't want to give in.

He always believed that among the sons of the late emperor, he was the most outstanding and outstanding, and he was also very filial to the Holy Queen.

No matter from any aspect, he should be the emperor, not to mention that he has an even better son.

If he doesn't seize the opportunity this time, when the demon race is destroyed and the human race unifies the continent, the remaining people will gain unprecedented prestige, and he will lose all hope.

It's that simple.

Cao Yunping said with emotion: I don't know if we can win the bet.

The Prime Minister rubbed the fat on his belt and said, Your Majesty wants to overturn the case for his mother, how can the Taoist Lord tolerate him?

Cao Yunping shook his head and said: After all, it didn't happen. How could I hide it from him?

The Prime Minister said: Even so, Dao Zun may not support His Majesty. In fact, many people have never thought that his attitude towards Your Majesty is actually more like a projection of Emperor Taizong. In other words, he likes Your Majesty because he likes His Majesty. Emperor Taizong is kind and wise, so why can't he like me?

Cao Yunping pointed at the round belly of the Prime Minister and said: Do you also have the advantages of Emperor Taizong in you?

The Prime Minister said sternly: Of course, with my adventurous and extremely shameless attitude, isn't that the other side of Emperor Taizong?

Cao Yunping held his belly and laughed, but it didn't take long for the laughter to stop.

He looked at the Prime Minister and said very seriously: I suddenly feel that what you said makes sense.

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The rebels entered Kyoto without any resistance, and there was indeed no pedestrian on the deserted streets. Only occasionally two or three wild cats raised their heads warily from the garbage.

The number of Kyoto defenders is very small, with a total of more than 3,000 Yulin troops and national cavalry. They have already retreated to the imperial palace and the palace. The soldiers who participated in the rebellion were naturally extremely loyal to the Prime Minister, and their number was not too large. However, with more than 13,000 cavalry, they did not have much advantage against the geographically advantaged Yulin Army and the National Religion Cavalry, let alone control the entire city. Kyoto.

The rebels' real chance of victory lies in having two powerful men from the Holy Realm, King Xiang and Cao Yunping.

The majestic Imperial City is right in front of you, and the ginkgo trees that have begun to shed their leaves early are very conspicuous on the flat land of Beixinqiao.

King Xiang and Cao Yunping stood in the yellow leaves on the ground and looked at the palace, not paying attention to the powerful divine crossbows on the city wall.

Feeling a powerful aura in the palace, Cao Yunping frowned slightly and said, Is this the imperial map?

The Prime Minister also frowned and said: Lingyan Pavilion has been destroyed. I am sure that the fireworks during the day were sent to Xue Lao City. Then this should be just a part of the imperial map.

Cao Yunping squinted his eyes, like two slits on a big white steamed bun, and said, There is some trouble.

At this time, another very troublesome news came from the rebels.

The Prime Minister's face became a little ugly, but Cao Yunping laughed.