The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

The seventh prince said sadly, "The ministers there will only bear the stigma of being unfilial." After saying that, he raised his hand, and a hundred guards with swords and armor rushed out of the hall. At some point, the Imperial Forest Army was detained by the army that rushed out. The emperor did not expect such a sudden appearance, but no one in the hall dared to move. The queen mother remained calm, and the ministers were silent.

The air was full of chills, the emperor stared coldly at the seventh prince in front of him, his body stiffened under the bright yellow dragon robe. Fu Yunxi has only been dead for two days, and these people are ready to make a move, or they have been planning for a long time, but now they finally dare to do it. The seventh prince raised the corners of his lips: "Father, tell my son, where is the military talisman?"

In the understated words, the murderous intention is complete.

It was as if the air froze, everyone held their breaths, the emperor stepped back, the prince pressed against each other, and there was still a trace of father-son affection. This is the royal family, this is father and son. There is no warmth, no moderation, only power and blade.

"If I say no..." The emperor said in a deep voice, and before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the seventh prince: "Father, I have to take it by myself."

He raised his hand, and all the guards outside rushed in.

But they said that outside the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city were still unable to resist, and waves of Xirong soldiers rushed up. They were extremely fierce, and they were completely desperate. The bulk of soldiers who had always had the upper hand on the battlefield felt for the first time the strength of the enemy. But the crisis was not over. More and more Xirong soldiers rushed over, and the city gates could no longer be resisted, but the Xirong people became more and more brave. They seem to have known the formation of the large soldiers for a long time, and the formation is extremely fast. The bulk of the reinforcements have not arrived yet, seeing more and more fallen soldiers, guarding the city is a veteran who is over sixty years old. This time Xirong dispatched troops suddenly, and he took the initiative to ask Ying. He was originally a general defending the city. He had made a lot of meritorious deeds on the battlefield, but he was too old.

He calmed down, suddenly threw the spear in his hand to the ground, and shouted loudly: "The city is with me!" After roaring, he took the spear and rushed into the enemy army. When the soldiers with the army saw it, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards the enemy with the same words in their mouths. This army has been on the battlefield and confronted the Xirong people, but it has never encountered such a tragic situation. It would be great if King Xuanqing and General Cheng were here. They were Shura on the battlefield. Even if they stopped here without doing anything, they would immediately boost the morale of the soldiers. The enemy would be terrified when they saw them, but now King Xuanqing has passed away, and General Cheng has disappeared. The few remaining young generals in the imperial court have little experience, and the rest are greedy for life and fear of death. Facing the Xirong soldiers who have a lot of confidence in their hearts, they really have no chance of winning. God will die!

The short shock did not bring much hope to the soldiers. In an instant, there were sword lights and sword shadows everywhere, the soldiers' mourning, blood splashes, screams and screams everywhere. Despair and vitality, the blood stained the sunset, and the gate of the big sect was finally cracked under the repeated attacks of the Xirong people.

city! broken!

Even after thousands of troops came down, the Xirong people immediately shot a surprise look in their eyes, rushing up to the city gate. Once they enter the capital, they can do whatever they want. These executioners will kill all the people in the capital, **** their treasures, kidnap their wives and daughters, and occupy this land! They will ruthlessly regard the big people as their slaves!

But at this moment, a loud bugle and drums were suddenly heard from a distance. The Xirong soldiers looked at them together, but saw countless galloping hooves coming in the wind. One of the tall horses in the front was wearing silver armor and holding a long sword. It was Cheng Lei who had been missing for many days.

But not to mention anything else, just seeing Cheng Lei, some of the Xirong soldiers in the lead had some stage fright. But seeing Cheng Lei pointing at the long sword in his hand without hesitation, he shouted: "Sir, kill all these robbers, rush!"

The horses' hoofs kicked up the billowing smoke, and this army was too sturdy, uniform, and high in morale, which made the Xirong soldiers who had just won the victory a little overwhelmed, and the army was disrupted by the cavalry. Once the army is disrupted, it is much easier to attack. However, in a short time of a stick of incense, the Xirong soldiers who were arrogant before suddenly became a mess of sand, and they retreated without their armor and armor.

Cheers sounded at the top of the city, and the soldiers couldn't be more happy. Cheng Lei stood above the city gate, laughing in high spirits. As a general, the happiest thing is to win a battle. This battle was really enjoyable, and Cheng Lei himself was very happy. After so long, I can finally do it. I don't know how Yunxi is over there?

But said that the Golden Palace is here.

Countless guards with knives pointed their blades at the emperor. The dazzling blade was really dazzling, and the emperor's face was blue. The empress dowager patted the back of the feared emperor unhurriedly, as if she was in a good mood for him: "Don't worry, the emperor, look at Aijia, you should give the military talisman to the seventh highness. This country is still the country of the sect. It cannot be taken away by the Xirong people, and if they refuse to give the military talisman to the Seventh Highness, once the Xirong people attack the city, it will be broken."

It's just a matter of wanting to seize power, so why say it so grandly. The emperor sneered: "My sect's country? I'm afraid that if I gave the soldier talisman to Lao Qi, this country will really become a Xirong person to sit."

As soon as these words came out, the empress dowager's face changed slightly, but the change was very small. Soon it was normal again, she smiled slightly: "The emperor is joking, but the emperor is holding a military talisman like this, he doesn't seem to be a wise monarch, after all, His Highness is your own flesh and blood, so there is nothing to worry about." One step, the queen mother has a complete grasp. It doesn't matter whether the emperor is willing or not. The Xirong people have already entered the capital, and the Royal Forest Army has also been controlled. For this day, she has been waiting for more than ten years. Now that Fu Yunxi is dead, she has nothing to worry about. Everything went well. Once the seventh prince ascended the throne, if he was obedient, he would be made a puppet emperor. If he was disobedient, the puppet would not let him do it. After all, the Seventh Prince is not her own grandson, even if it is her own grandson, she will eradicate those who oppose her.

The emperor just looked at the flying dragon in the robe of the Seventh Prince. This man was his own son. Although he was the most ruthless family of emperors, it was still difficult for him to accept when the father and son could kill each other. Whether it is the centrifugation of the king as a subject, or the betrayal of a son to his father. The actions of the seventh prince have deeply broken the emperor's heart. How could he hand over the military power? Once handed over, he would really have no way to go. The seventh prince was ruthless and would not show mercy to the prince. And the queen mother kept saying that she was not a wise man, and she was suspicious of her own flesh and blood, just to find a perfect excuse. In history, for those who have succeeded in forcing the palace, the first thing for those who sit in that position is to erase all their stains and prevent themselves from making big mistakes in the annals of history.