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Chapter seven hundred and twentieth death

"Your Highness, please listen to our explanation!"

The hundreds of personal guards of the royal palaces gathered at the time of winning were beaten by the elite troops of the 100-day palaces led by Fu An, and it was a terrible sight.

Ying Shishi also turned into a defeated rooster, staying there in a daze.

From ecstasy to anger, to despair after calming down.

Ying Hao, who was surrounded, suddenly shouted loudly to Ying Li on the opposite side.

His eyes and tone were extremely sincere...

Ying Li's face was faint and his eyes were calm.

Even though he stood on the ground and Ying Hao sat high on the horse, Ying Li still looked at Ying Hao with a look of looking down.

Just like a ruling!

This look made Ying Hao feel extremely uncomfortable, but he knew how to understand the current affairs.

Ying Hao bowed and smiled, "Your Highness, the Grandpa, we just want to come to find Your Highness, and go to the imperial tent to rescue the emperor! I don't know why the trouble is so great? But are you treacherous and careful to get rid of my family?"

As he said that, his eyes glanced at Fu An...

However, except for a faint sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, Ying Li had no other reaction, nor did he mean to answer his words.

However, Fu An and others did not allow the battle to end quickly.

Instead, it was like playing a cat and a mouse game. It had already surrounded these dragon sons, dragon grandsons and their personal guards, and one impact could be solved, but the encirclement was released.

Repeatedly...

Yingli's eyes are no longer on these people.

He led everyone behind him to a shallow hillside outside the camp, looking at the central imperial tent.

...

"See Your Majesty!"

On the terrace in front of the imperial tent, Jia Huan, Niu Ben, Qin Feng and others met Long Zheng.

However, perhaps because of the extraordinary period, even Jia Huan could not jump over half of the terrace. The small yellow gate leading the ceremony and the imperial guards stood in the back half of the terrace.

Therefore, everyone saluted a far away from Emperor Longzheng.

Perhaps because he was stationed in the Iron Net Mountain camp for the first night, someone couldn't wait to launch a mutiny and wanted his life, so Emperor Longzheng's voice was extremely low and cold.

Facing the rescuer, he was not enthusiastic, but just replied coldly: "Flat." and stopped talking.

Niu Ben, Wen Bo, Qin Feng and others were naturally nervous.

Their rescuers were all sent to protect Concubine Jia. Could it be that Emperor Longzheng was angry?

However, Jia Huan didn't seem to feel anything. After standing up, he walked to the terrace and sat down without even using the instructions of Emperor Long Zheng.

Niu Ben and others were shocked again, quietly looked at Emperor Longzheng, whose head was as heavy as water, and then shook Jia Huan with great force.

Brother, you are our elder brother. Do you want to continue to commit suicide?

However, Jia Huan was even more desperate than they thought. He pointed at the seat beside him and invited them to take their seats...

Niu Ben and others were speechless, do you really think this is the head of your kang?

I looked at Emperor Longzheng, who was as deep as water, and saw that he was not furious, and gritted my teeth in my heart, let's share wealth and life and death together...

When his mind became hot, Niu Ben and a few of them walked to Jia Huan and sat down.

However, Niu Ben and the others all swear in their hearts that after waiting, they will teach this young brother who is about to stick his tail to the sky and know what "you should not commit suicide" means!

Fang Nantian and others who were behind, were shocked when they saw this scene and couldn't help but become more and more confused.

No matter how you look at it, the mistress of the Jia family is not such a person who can commit suicide...

This little thing has offended all the people who can offend. The civil servants in the court have all disliked him except for a few big bosses who are stubborn.

As for the military, although most of them are on his side.

But the military has a deadline and cannot interfere in politics!

No matter who it is, he dares not pass this bottom line easily.

Once the court formed a punishment for Jia Huan, even the bosses in the military machine hall could not say anything more.

Therefore, if it weren't for the protection of the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor, who were several feet tall every month, and kept the impeachment memorials that were several feet high every month, then even if Jia Huan was a Vajra body, he would have been impeached as a sieve.

He was smart and knew to hold the thighs of the Supreme Emperor and Long Zheng.

I gave the money very well, so I bribed the emperor directly...

Perhaps because of the sake of the ancestors of the Jia family and silver, the two supreme masters did always protect him.

But now...

What is Jia Huan's move meant?

I am tired of living and still be arrogant...

Fang Nantian and others did not receive better treatment than Jia Huan and others, and they also stood in the second half of the terrace.

After celebrating the ceremony with Emperor Longzheng, Fang Nantian looked at Jia Huan in surprise again, and then whispered loudly: "Your Majesty, at this extraordinary moment, the thief is unknown. I ask Your Majesty to move elsewhere to protect the dragon's body and safety."

“Move the car?”

The high-ranking Emperor Longzheng sneered, his voice coming like ice slag, his tone was full of sarcasm, and he said, "Where to move? Move up to the blade of the traitor? Who else can I trust in the world?"

"His Majesty!"

Fang Nantian's expression changed, and suddenly he knelt down with a military salute on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, if there is a person in the Fang family who has not died, he will never let a traitor approach Your Majesty!

If they want to make trouble, they will step forward on our Nantian body!"

"I swear to protect Your Majesty to the death!"

Several generals under Fang Nantian, as well as his son Fang Chong and several children from noble families who were in his relationship, knelt down with military salutes and showed loyalty.

Seeing this, Niu Ben and others looked at Jia Huan together.

At this time, the scenes must be ignored...

However, Jia Huan still sat there quietly, frowning.

...

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Liang Jian, deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, was covered in blood, his white hair was dispersed and messy, and his body was covered with wounds that were almost unsightly.

He looked like a madman, and the long sword in his hand had long been abandoned. He had replaced several Great Qin halberds. At this moment, he was holding a giant axe.

Under his waving, layers of blood mist were brought up.

However, anyone can see that he is getting slower and slower, he is already at the end of his strength and has exhausted his energy.

He was injured too seriously. When he waved his giant axe, others could even see the bones and internal organs on his body...

And there are less than a hundred elite imperial guards who can still stand up at this moment.

No one fell to life.

True blood flows into a river.

Looking at the dead bodies all over the ground, Liang Jian killed another "monster", threw away the giant axe, shook his body and laughed bitterly.

Three thousand five hundred imperial guards fought against three thousand Lantian "monsters", and they paid nearly all their lives, but they killed more than a thousand generals...

"You're not bad."

Ning Zhi never made any moves from beginning to end. At this moment, he rode his horse to Liang Jian, looked at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "It's a pity that he died for the foolish emperor."

This sentence is heard by Liang Jian. I really don’t know how to describe it. What kind of voice is this.

Like a devil!!

A foolish monarch?

Who is the foolish lord?

Who else can it be...

Liang Jian was no longer able to do it. He was not killed by a master, but was killed by Lantian soldiers, who used their lives to pile up one scar after another on his body, which was tantamount to Lingchi!

"Ha ha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Liang Jian used the last breath of his life, turned around with difficulty, laughed a few times, stretched out his hand covered with bloodstains, pointed to the place where the imperial tent was located, and shouted: "What a cunning and vicious thief who usurped the throne!"

"Dong!"

Seeing Liang Jian exhausted his strength and fell to the ground and died, but died with his eyes closed, Ning Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He probably understood something, but he seemed a little puzzled...

However, none of these matters. He looked at the central imperial tent that was far away and ordered coldly: "Kill."
Chapter completed!
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