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Chapter 412 Where Are Shikai's Soldiers!
Laiwang chopped off two sons of the clan who didn't know if they were Beizi or General Zhenguo and Fengguo, because they didn't know where their ancestors went.

"Tell me, where is Prince Xian!"

When the knife was placed on the neck of a coated servant again, the servant who was so frightened that he peed in his pants couldn't speak, but just stared blankly at the direction of the backyard.

After sending this servant to see King Hades with a single knife, Laiwang immediately rushed to the backyard with his men.

The back door and the side door of the Wangfu are guarded. Unless the guys in the Wangfu can grow wings, none of them can escape.

Not long after, I heard someone shouting in front of me: "Prince Xian is here, Prince Xian is here!"

Hearing the yelling, Laiwang was overjoyed, and quickened his pace to lead the people to rush over.

It turned out that there were dead bodies all over the backyard. Hundreds of women were squatting in the corner like frightened rabbits and weeping.

It's just that there are a lot of noble women.

"Where is the prince!"

Laiwang came over with a knife, and a Mr. Qian named Ma Daren hurried over to greet him, pointing to a corner beside the flower bed.

Laiwang looked in the direction of Ma Daren's finger, and found an old man with snow-white braids sitting by the flower bed and staring at him, his nose dripping for a long time.

An officer next to him who looked like a guard was stabbed several times, and blood was gushing from his body.

To be on the safe side, Laiwangti came to two maidservants and asked them if the old man sitting over there was Prince Xian.

After getting an affirmative answer, Laiwang raised his sword and wanted to end the two maidservants. After hesitating for a while, he pushed them back to the corner and led them to Prince Xian.

"My lord, my lord?"

He squatted down and yelled twice, but Prince Xian, who was sitting stupidly, didn't respond to Laiwang at all. He only had a long nose flowing there, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were extremely dizzy. look.

No matter how you look at it, he looks like an old fool, not a dignified prince.

"Are you scared and stupid, or is it just this confused?"

Wang Wen, who brought people here, wondered why Prince Xian was such a bad old man.

"Never mind him, as long as the person is right."

After Laiwang finished speaking, he stared at Wang Wen. The latter was stunned for a moment and realized something, but this time without any hesitation, he raised the bloody long knife and slowly walked towards the foolish Prince Xian.

"My lord, I will help you!"

Ma San, Wang Wen's personal soldier, noticed that the old prince was still holding a snuff bottle in his right hand, and stepped forward quickly, first took the snuff bottle out of the old prince's hand, put it in his pocket, and then pulled Prince Xian's braid from the front to his body Side pull.

When they found out that the battalion soldiers were going to kill the prince, the women squatting or paralyzed in the corner screamed.

However, the old Zongwang didn't feel it at all, and he didn't even realize that his figure at this time was very much like a death row prisoner waiting for execution by the executioner at Caishikou.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Wang Wen raised his sword high and swung it down fiercely.

The action is done in one go, very powerful.

Accompanied by the gushing blood, Prince Xian's head was easily pulled out of his body by a soldier from the Green Battalion.

Due to excessive force and inertia, Ma San fell backwards uncontrollably, hitting the back of his head on a brick. The pain caused him to yell "Ai Ya Ai Ya", which caused bursts of laughter from his companions.

Looking at the prince's head still in his hand, Ma San flicked it away in a jerk.

The dignified prince's head was thrown onto the roof, rolled and rolled on it, and finally fell into the pond with a "gul" sound, first sank violently, and then recovered in the blink of an eye.

After that, he went up and down in the pond, but a large group of golden fishes appeared out of nowhere in the pond, and each of them pouted their mouths and pushed their master's head back and forth like a rubber ball.

In the direction of the imperial city in the distance, the shouts of "Kill Qianlong, protect the Qing Dynasty" are deafening. I don't know how many banner people led by the clan's children broke into the palace.

Yongxi and the others who shouted fiercely did not know that their home was taken away.

With the death of Prince Xian, the resistance in Prince Xian's mansion is coming to an end.

Dozens of Green Battalion soldiers pushed the last rebel, Pei Ziye Yongjing, and others to the corner.

One of the guards roared unwillingly and wanted to pull a pistol back when he was dying, but his life was ended by several muskets fired at the same time.

Yongjing was also hit by a musket. At this moment, he knew that he was doomed. He stared angrily at the green battalion soldiers who were slowly pressing towards him with his blood red eyes.

"My Prince Xian's Mansion did not rebel, why did the Emperor destroy my Prince Xian's Mansion!"

No one could answer this sixth son, because the group of soldiers who wanted to kill him didn't know, but they knew very well that the current palace no longer belonged to these Manchu nobles, but belonged to them and Lord Jia Jia.

"Why don't you talk, why!"

Yongjing's angry roar irritated Song Guozhong, the commander-in-chief on the opposite side. He snatched the spear from his subordinates, stepped forward, and stabbed the spear hard into Master Bei's chest with a powerful horse step.

Yongjing's body without armor was directly pierced by the spear, and the bloody spearhead even pierced directly into the wall behind Yongjing.

Liu Beizi's body was trembling, and the spear stuck in his chest was also trembling.

"Dog minion, dog minion"

Yong Jing's body moved forward little by little, his hands were raised flat like a zombie, and his legs moved slowly like a heavy weight.

His eyes were full of anger, doubt, and unwillingness.

Why did Qianlong destroy Prince Xian's mansion? Is Qianlong really a bastard of the Han people!

"Damn it, it's not easy to die!"

Song Guozhong rushed forward with the saber, and slashed at Liu Beizi's raised hands. With a "puchi", one palm fell to the ground, and with another "puchi", the other palm also fell to the ground.

Liu Beizi, who had lost too much blood, finally stopped moving his feet and stared at the battalion opposite him. His legs suddenly shook up and down like a sheep's head, and finally his head fell down, and his whole body remained motionless.

Without the rebels, Prince Xian's Mansion has become a place for carnival for the soldiers of the green camp in the capital, and also a place for them to make a fortune.

A large amount of gold and silver jewelry was continuously carried out from all corners of the palace, and the accumulated gold and silver soon looked like a hill, and it was far more than that.

The green battalion soldiers who searched cheered like a New Year's Eve.

Movable property and immovable property are gathered in one place from all over the bloody palace, and they are classified into different categories.

The battalion soldiers were quite qualified, and they put away Mrs. Jia Jia's share without anyone's supervision.

Perhaps these battalions knew better than anyone else that they needed Lord Jia Jia more than Lord Jia Jia needed them.

Whether they can successfully become multi-millionaires, and whether they can take home wealth that they have never seen before, all depends on Mrs. Jia Jia.

The same scene was happening in Prince Zhuang's mansion.

In less than an hour, the owners of the two cap palaces of the Qing Dynasty disappeared from the world.

The banner owner of the inlaid white flag had already gone to see the first emperor, but the three banner owners of the red flag, the inlaid red flag and the inlaid blue flag were still in the palace leading people to confront the emperor's loyal guards.

"Has Jia Jia Shikai led the troops so far! Has he not!"

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the anxious Qianlong couldn't stop pacing. This was the fourth time he asked his son-in-law Fu Longan the same question.

The answer is no.

(End of this chapter)