The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 437 This is a Massacre
To say that Zhao Zhuo is unfortunate is really unfortunate. As the eldest prince, he has become a thorn in the eyes of countless people.

But if he is lucky, he is also absolutely lucky. From childhood to adulthood, he has been able to save his life with so many conspiracies. When he ascended the throne, he encountered a troublemaker Ye Wanwan. Although he suffered hardships as an emperor, he was justified.

Later, Ye Wanwan forced him to be the emperor, and he did everything for the sake of the world, and he never made a big mistake.

In the past two years, God has also given a lot of face, and there have been no natural and man-made disasters.

This group of people couldn't find a suitable reason to rebel, and could only use these far-fetched excuses to cover up their dirty ambitions.

Zhao Zhuo looked at this group of people who were full of righteousness and ulterior motives, and suddenly felt that it was good to be Mingjun. He didn't want to be a hypocrite with the same integrity as this group of people, and looking at their faces was disgusting.

Seeing that the charges were almost found, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense, he finally came to the Golden Palace.

As long as Zhao Zhuo is killed, they will have the final say in this country.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The screams of killing, the clanging sound of swords colliding, the fire soaring into the sky, and the blood splashing.

After Zhao Zhuo held his saber, he didn't need to use his sword for the time being. Lin Zheng stood in front of him alone, blocking all attacks for him. He was Zhao Zhuo's sword and his shield.

At this moment, the sword, sword, shadow, and danger were extremely dangerous, and Zhao Zhuo was still distracted because of Lin Zheng. This was the person Ye Wanwan left to him.

Lin Zheng was so powerful and loyal to him, everything was because of her, but she was gone.

"Kill!"

'Pfft' a stream of blood spurted out and splashed at Zhao Zhuo's feet, and the dragon robes were all stained with blood.

Seeing that these rebels were about to come in, Zhao Zhuo grabbed the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out. He was by no means a cowardly emperor who feared death.

Suddenly, the sound of 'whoosh whoosh' came, and arrows rained all over the sky, directly shooting down the rebels outside.

"No, there is an ambush!"

Apart from the long white jade stairs, there is not even a tree to hide in this Golden Palace.

The arrows rained wave after wave. With so many rebels gathered together, there was no need to aim, and a wave of arrows could fall.

"Ah, shit, I was shot, hide, hide!"

"Well, my feet!"

In an instant, the rebels disintegrated, and panic screams and wailing came one after another,
The best place to hide here is naturally the Golden Palace, but during the first round of arrow rain, the forbidden army closed the door of the palace. become a lamb to be slaughtered.

"My lord, it was King Jin's army who came in, and everyone outside was captured."

"It's a conspiracy, it's a conspiracy at all."

They were planning to force the palace, they thought the victory was in their hands, but they didn't expect it to be someone else's way, please enter the urn!

"Protect the lord!"

"Protect the prince!"

"master!"

One after another, blood splashed onto the Golden Palace, and there was a sound of fighting outside the door, constant mourning, and begging for mercy, but the throat was cut off before a word could be said.

Two quarters of an hour.

From the rain of arrows to the last silence, the people in the Golden Palace felt that a century had passed, but in fact it was only two quarters of an hour.

A corpse slammed into the door with a 'boom', and the gate of the Golden Palace was overwhelmed and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking around, there are corpses everywhere, blood flowing into rivers.

Zhao Zhuo firmly held the sword in his hand so that he did not let his feet soften.

Zhao Zhuo had seen a lot of dead people. Before he became the emperor, he didn't see much at a young age, but after he became the emperor, he saw it many times in the past two years, and sometimes he personally ordered the killing.

But he has never seen so many dead again. Is the legendary sea of ​​corpses and blood just like this?

Although the elite soldiers brought by the great vassal kings were not many, there were tens of thousands of them.

When he received a message from Yan Chen asking him to catch the turtle in the urn, all he thought of was to take down the chaotic officials and thieves of the King of Chuan.

He knew that people were going to die, but he never thought that so many people would die, not one of the traitors was left alive.

From the gate of the Golden Palace to the palace wall, corpses and blood were all over the place, and he knew that this was not all. The palace walls spread out, and there were corpses everywhere.

Tens of thousands of corpses, with a strong bloody aura, rushed straight to the golden scorpion. This was simply a massacre.

"Your Majesty." The little eunuch waiting by the side was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and some even fainted.

The sonorous steps poured out from all directions in a neat row, and the corpses on the ground were dragged to both sides, leaving a blood-paved road in the middle.

Zhao Zhuo watched the army slowly make way. Someone was about to come over there. At the moment when he realized this, Zhao Zhuo wanted to kneel down.

It's not that he is too cowardly, but that today is too shocking, defeating all his knowledge and confidence, and he believes that he can't do this step.

And Yan Chen was too ruthless, not leaving a single one.

But when the last person stepped aside, the one who walked in front of Zhao Zhuo was not the Yan Chen he thought.

Ye Shaoyang and Lin Xiao were dressed in armor, and both of them were stained with blood. Obviously, they fought all the way here.

"emperor."

The two came to Zhao Zhuo and saw that he looked intact, so Ye Shaoyang handed over something.

It was a piece of soldier talisman, the last piece of soldier talisman in Yan Chen's hand, and it was also his most elite unit.

Zhao Zhuo always knew that he was holding this army in his hand, so even if Yan Chen abandoned his identity as King of Jin, he would not dare to kill him. Compared with the soldiers in Yan Chen's hands, what these vassal kings brought was really not enough. Look.

"What does that mean? What about him?"

Ye Shaoyang looked complicated: "He left. Before everything started, he gave me this military talisman. He arranged everything, and finally asked me to give the military talisman to the emperor."

Ye Shaoyang could take the opportunity to claim credit, but he didn't say anything.

He and Lin Xiao participated in today's battle, but it can also be said that he did not participate.

Yan Chen had prepared everything for a long time, and started killing people, not allowing anyone to go out alive, and not giving anyone a chance to change his plan.

Those who rebel can still be stopped, but only those who know how to kill are unstoppable.

He no longer cares how many people are killed or whether there are innocent people, all he knows is that people will kill everyone and clear all obstacles.

And in the end, once you have succeeded, you will retire and have nothing to do with each other.

Zhao Zhuo stared blankly at the jade pendant, his eyes were empty, with an indescribable loneliness and loneliness: "Even he... deserted me."

To him, Yan Chen is not like a courtier, not like a friend, not like a teacher, like nothing and everything.

Zhao Yan was able to accept his marriage with Ye Wanwan partly because it was what Ye Wanwan wanted, and partly because that person was Yan Chen.

He would not be willing to accept any change, just because that person was Yan Chen.

Fear, fear, but also respect.

Now that Ye Wanwan is gone, so is Yan Chen.

Just leave him to sit on the throne and look at this piece of corpse.

(End of this chapter)