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Waves of rebels continued to swarm up. In front of the palace, the rebels strangled and left bloody corpses on the ground. Xiao Fengqing's rebels were all masked with black cloth and wore silver armor. The long knives in their hands had a sharp arc. They swung them like flying scythes, but they harvested the fresh lives of each of their compatriots.

Zhou Mi shouted for the soldiers to assemble while looking for opportunities to break out. But looking at the past, there was a sea of ​​fire and thick smoke, and it was not clear who was the enemy or me. Despair surged into his heart, and he retreated surrounded by the soldiers around him. In front of the vermilion palace gate, the shouts of killing shook the sky. There was no way out and no way out.

The guard commander Zhou Mi endured the dizziness from excessive blood loss and watched numbly as the soldiers around him fell one by one. The corpses were trampled by horses, and the sound of broken bones was so clear. There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, and the smell of blood made people almost vomit immediately.

In the end, more than 10,000 Gyeonggi Guards died, were injured, and suffered serious injuries, leaving only a pitiful two or three hundred people.

The remaining soldiers of the Gyeonggi Guard Army gasped and retreated, and everything was settled. The only Gyeonggi Guards finally became the heaviest victim of this rebellion. Everyone's eyes are full of sorrow and anger. He did not die on the battlefield against the enemy, but died in the hands of his comrades!

There was a sound coming from the other end of the imperial city, faint and like thunder. Almost all the rebels stopped their swords and stopped to listen.

Zhou Mi reluctantly pulled himself together and tried his best to open his eyes and look at the place where the sound came from.

Finally, the thunderous sound became louder and louder, and finally the ground began to tremble. From a distance, a fire dragon rushed over, and the rebels came like a cloud of fire. Looking from a distance, they were swarming. There were tens of thousands of rebels coming. Iron hoofs stepped on the bluestone slabs of the imperial street, and the ground shook. There was one person at the front, wearing a dark cloak and holding a sword like autumn water. He broke through the darkness and came galloping. He was the only one who was not masked. He had a snow-white face, charming and charming eyebrows, and his long hair was blowing in the wind. Flying behind him, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his cold and solemn expression gave his slightly feminine face an indescribable murderous look.

He came galloping on horseback, like Shura in the dark, extremely handsome and extremely bloodthirsty. The sword in his hand drew a radiant sword flower, and all the rebels cheered: "King Rui! King Rui! King Rui!"

There is only bloodthirsty reverence in their fanatical eyes, which is submission to the strong and worship of the naked iron-blooded wrist of the enemy.

Zhou Mi's heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley.

He straightened up from his horse and cried out sadly: "Everyone can find the rebellious ministers and traitors and kill them! Kill them!——"

After he shouted, he kicked his horse hard and stepped forward to meet him. Xiao Fengqing's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword in her hand flashed with cold light, silently piercing Zhou Mi's heart. Hot blood sprayed on his face, and the rust-like smell was still warm.

Zhou Mi was stabilized by his sword, and gradually, large mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth. He looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was very close at hand, and uttered intermittently: "Are you... worthy of the emperor...?"

After he finished speaking, he fell from his horse to the ground, and the heavy sound shocked the hearts of everyone in front of the palace.

Xiao Fengqing pulled out her sword and stood proudly on her horse with the sword in hand. Looking at the panicked remaining guards blocking the palace gate, she spat out one word with her thin lips: "Kill!"

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

This is a long night with no end in sight. The cries of death, roars, and begging for mercy in his ears could not penetrate into his heart. A heavy palace door separated him and her. He gently stroked the blood marks on the sword and squinted at the closed palace door. No one knew what he was thinking.

Finally, all the wailings fell silent. Someone stepped forward and whispered: "His Royal Highness Prince Rui, all the guards have been executed!"

All eyes were on him. Without saying a word, Xiao Fengqing stepped forward and pointed at the solid palace door. A cold voice seemed to come from the ground: "Break open the palace door!"

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"Boom!" The loud sound made everyone who was walking in the dark in the tunnel scream. Nie Wushuang felt that his heart was pounding very hard.

"Mother, I'm afraid!" The eldest prince hugged her tightly and shouted repeatedly. The narrow tunnel and turbid air had already strained her nerves to the extreme.

She opened her mouth and leaned against the damp stone, not knowing how to comfort the eldest prince Yi Xuan. She was also afraid, she was afraid that she would not be able to escape tonight, she was afraid that she would not be able to protect them at all, she was also afraid, she was afraid that Xiao Fengqing would destroy her child - her and Xiao Fengming's child!

The tears have long since disappeared, and even crying is a luxury at this time.

Ouyang Ning, who was walking in front, hurriedly turned back when he heard the sound, picked up the eldest prince, and said hurriedly to Nie Wushuang: "Empress, let's go! The rebels are starting to break open the palace door!"

Nie Wushuang struggled to stand upright and asked in a trembling voice: "Gong... How long can Gongmen hold on?"

Ouyang Ning ignored her dignity and took her arm and walked forward in a hurry: "It will probably take less than an hour. Madam, let's go quickly!"

At the end of his speech, he pulled Nie Wushuang into a trot. The soft embroidered shoes had already been soaked by the water in the tunnel. A wet and cold feeling spread from the soles of my feet to my heart. She gritted her teeth and listened to the dull sound of the palace door being broken through, her mind going blank.

Run, run, nothing but running. The twists and turns of the tunnel seemed to lead into the ground. There was no light, and I could only run in the direction guided by the tunnel with vague instincts.

While panting, she vaguely recalled the night when Yongxiang saw Queen Xu for the last time.

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p\u003e "I came here tonight to make a covenant with the Queen." She said lightly, looking at Queen Xu's face that seemed to have aged overnight.

Covenant...

As the two looked at each other, she was finally willing to let the woman who had stood firm in the harem for more than ten years reveal the deepest secret hidden in the harem.

Secret passages!

The secret way to escape! That's a secret that only Queen Xu, who is married to the emperor's young couple, can know!

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