The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 319

Royal Palace.

above the hall.

"what?!"

Zhao Yi couldn't believe his ears, opened his eyes wide in horror, walked down a few steps, and said in surprise.

"we lose"

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Jun who was not far away, and said in a dejected manner.

"We have an army of 20, how could we lose?!"

Zhao Yi shook his head and said in disbelief, but immediately after, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had thought of something.

"Could it be the [-] troops stationed outside the city?!"

Zhao Yi stared at the middle-aged man and asked loudly.

He has always known that there is such an army outside the city, but he also knows that only his father can mobilize that army, and no one else can mobilize it. This is why he poisoned Li Rong.

And he chose a legitimate excuse, King Qin.He is also trying his best to block the news of what happened in the palace recently.

But the development of things has exceeded his imagination.

"Yes"

The middle-aged man nodded and replied weakly.

"Even if they did it, we have an army of 20, so we won't lose to the army of [-] so quickly!"

Zhao Yi shook his head, still unwilling to believe it.

"There are not only them, but also countless Jianghu people. They attack from inside and outside, and the army is in chaos. We have no power to fight back."

The middle-aged man shook his head in despair and whispered.

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhao Yi slumped down on the steps, his face pale, and then he turned his head to look at Xiao Jun who was standing under the steps, and suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud.

The laughter was full of resentment and despair, as well as a trace of unwillingness.

"It's you! It's you again!"

After the laughter, Zhao Yi stared fiercely at Xiao Jun with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, as if he had forgotten how he was begging for his life just now.

"As I said, I can leave if I want, stay if I want, and no one can stop me."

Xiao Jun sneered, looked at Zhao Yi, and said lightly.

Zhao Yi clenched his fists tightly and stared at Xiao Jun, his body trembling a little.

"Even if you defeat my 20 army, so what!? Now that the emperor has been burned to death, I still have a chance! Unless you kill me now! Otherwise, sooner or later I will let the Changshengmen kill Zhao Jingxuan! The Emperor of Song Dynasty Even if I don't get the seat, their father and son will never get it again!"

Zhao Yi stared at Xiao Jun, and suddenly shouted hysterically, as if the fear he had just faced Xiao Jun just now disappeared without a trace.

"is it?"

Xiao Jun looked at Zhao Yi's crazy appearance, sneered, and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, an old figure suddenly walked slowly into the hall surrounded by a group of soldiers.

The remnants of the Imperial Forest Army!
But when Zhao Yi saw the person coming, he couldn't help standing up, staggered back a few steps, opened his mouth in surprise, but couldn't speak for a long time.

"What made you look like a ghost? Why do you want to be like this?!"

The old man looked at Zhao Yi standing on the steps, shook his head, and said helplessly.

Zhao Yi didn't answer, just stood there for a moment, and looked at Xiao Jun who was standing on the other side again. Apart from resentment, there was inexplicably a trace of admiration from the bottom of his heart in his eyes. Although he refused to admit it, the instinct of his body He couldn't hide it.

"you again?"

Zhao Yi stared into Xiao Jun's eyes, and said with a mournful face.

Xiao Jun sneered, but did not strike up a conversation.

"Evil animal, you can't catch it without a fight!?"

The old man glared at Zhao Yi and shouted sharply.

"Shut up! You ask me why I am in this situation? Then you have to ask yourself! Why is Zhao Jingxuan the throne?! Why can't it be me?! You have never looked at me since you were a child! Everything is him Best! Since you won't give it, then I'll fight for it myself!"

Zhao Yi looked at the old man excitedly, screaming like crazy.

Seeing Zhao Yi's crazy appearance, the old man couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, showing pain on his face.

Xiao Jun looked at the confronting father and son, and stood there quietly without saying a word. His mission had been completed, and he no longer wanted to care about Zhao Yi's fate.

That old man was none other than the Great Song Emperor, Song Zhezong!
When Xiao Jun sneaked into the palace for the second time, he had already found Song Zhezong, who was poisoned in his body. With his strong internal force, he forcibly forced the poison out of Song Zhezong's body, and saved Song Zhezong's life in time.

Immediately afterwards, Mei Jian secretly set fire to Yang Xinluan, and the defeat of the 20 border guards outside the city completely defeated Zhao Yi.

"In any case, it's not the reason for you to mutilate your own brother and disobey the criminals. Let's just get caught, it's over."

Song Zhezong looked at Zhao Yi, and said slowly, with a sense of powerlessness in his words.

"It's over? Hahaha, what a simple three words, what about my late mother? I admit that I was demoted to Yanmen Pass, but why did you force my mother to death! She just went to get it back for her son What's wrong with her for what belongs to her?!"

Zhao Yi roared and looked at Song Zhezong and shouted.

"She colluded with the gangsters several times to assassinate the prince, that's her own fault! Stop being obsessed with it! Otherwise, I won't be able to save you!"

Song Zhezong frowned, hesitated, and shouted sharply.

"None of you can stop me! The throne is mine! Da Song is also mine!"

Zhao Yi shook his head, sneered, waved his arms, and shouted loudly, as if he had lost his mind.

"Come on! Capture him!"

Song Zhezong waved his hand and gave the order.

Several soldiers of the Royal Forest Army agreed, strode up the steps, and stretched out their hands to arrest Zhao Yi.

But just as several soldiers grabbed Zhao Yi's arm, Zhao Yi suddenly pulled out the knife that one of the soldiers was hanging from his waist, and put it directly on his neck.

"Don't come here! Back off!"

Zhao Yi stared at his red eyes and screamed.

"Enough is enough!"

Seeing this scene, Song Zhezong froze for a moment, and said loudly.

"Hahahaha. None of you can stop me! My life is up to me! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let your throne rest in peace!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yi directly wiped his neck with a knife!
A stream of blood suddenly splattered, and then I saw Zhao Yi fall straight down on the edge of the dragon chair, with a trace of deep resentment in his eyes until the moment he died.

Song Zhezong opened his eyes wide in horror, staring blankly at Zhao Yi who was lying in a pool of blood, speechless at a loss

Xiao Jun stood quietly under the steps, looking at Zhao Yi who committed suicide beside the dragon chair, his face remained unchanged.He felt that such an ending might be the best way for Zhao Yi.

In the past, he had only seen the struggle for imperial power in different dynasties on TV, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

As the old saying goes, companionship with a king is like companionship with a tiger, but sometimes the struggle for imperial power is much more terrifying than the struggle between tigers and wolves.

(End of this chapter)