I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 558: Father dares to kill the king! Of course the child would dare to kill his father!

Wei Xuancheng did not answer Wei Xian's question, but took two steps forward, came to the edge of the ordering platform, and stared at his father.

The father and son were facing each other like this, and the scenes from when they decided to "burn the stove at both ends" more than ten years ago flashed before their eyes.

"Father, do you remember that when you were fighting cholera in the past, you asked me a question..."

"You ask me, what would I do if you go to Huo Guang to challenge the emperor and do harm to the emperor?"

"My answer at that time was 'I want to do something extremely unfilial,' but today, the child will still give this answer!"

"If the father insists on going his own way and cannot find his way back, then the child will do something very unfilial in public today."

Wei Xuancheng spoke clearly and concisely, with a hint of killing intent and determination in his words!

Everyone present heard what he meant and looked at Wei Xuancheng in awe and shock.

Since Wei Xuancheng was loyal to the emperor, did he not even give up on human relations and family ties?

More than just madness! It’s simply crazy!

"You, do you still dare to kill your father?" Wei Xian suddenly asked with some fear.

"If the father dares to kill the king, of course the child will dare to kill the father!" Wei Xuancheng said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"What's more, this is for the continuation of the Webster family. Father should not blame me. Father must not forget..." Wei Xuancheng stopped just in time.

Wei Xian suddenly understood something under Wei Xuancheng's gaze.

It turned out that in the past ten years or so, after I and Wei Xuancheng decided on the strategy of "burning the stove at both ends", the latter had never forgotten this matter.

During this period, Wei Xian had in-depth talks with Wei Xuancheng more than once, asking him to abandon his original strategy and fully join the camp of the wealthy family.

Every time, Wei Xuancheng agreed happily without any pushback, but Wei Xian was always vaguely worried.

At this moment, Wei Xuancheng finally revealed the hidden sword, which meant that all his previous obedience was just a show for Wei Xian.

After thinking about this, Wei Xian immediately stopped complaining about Wei Xuan.

It was not Wei Xuancheng who drove Wei Xian to death, but himself who drove himself to death.

Looking at Wei Xuancheng's face full of murderous intent, Wei Xian knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it would be impossible to make him turn around.

Yes, at this point, there is no possibility for anyone to turn back.

He was old, and he fell into the hands of his own son.

Extreme sadness is followed by clear enlightenment.

Wei Xian understood clearly that among his sons, Wei Xuancheng was the most reliable.

It seems that the people's hearts are really on the emperor's side.

Zhang Anshi and himself contacted the aristocratic family, and the conspiracy they painstakingly arranged was bound to fail.

Zhang Anshi was defeated, Wei Xian was defeated, hundreds of aristocratic families were defeated...but Wei Xuancheng and Wei Shi won.

At least in the next few decades, as long as the Webster family follows the emperor, it can retain its glory.

If we only look at it from this point of view, the original strategy of "burning the stove at both ends" did not fail at all.

If the rebellion is successful and can assist the new king to ascend the throne, the Webster family will be extremely honored by its support.

If he is defeated now and can help the emperor put down the rebellion, Webster will still be able to gain the emperor's favor because he has the work of putting down the rebellion.

It's a worthwhile business.

So, at the last moment when he was about to die, Wei Xian quickly made calculations in his mind to come up with the last plan for Wei.

Soon, Wei Xian's eyes softened. He looked at the aloof Wei Xuancheng with some sadness and nodded calmly.

At this moment, an imperceptible smile of satisfaction appeared on his wrinkled face.

Others couldn't see it, but Wei Xuancheng did.

"Father!"

"Stop talking about that, you bastard-like rebellious son! I regret giving birth to such an ungrateful son like you!"

"Now, I am going to sever all ties with you! I will expel you from the Webster family!"

After Wei Xian finished cursing happily, he raised the long sword in his hand with some difficulty, cut off his white beard at the waist, and threw it to the ground.

"Wei Zhuang! Wei You!"

"My grandson is here!" the two Webster disciples replied, holding up their swords.

"Don't lose the face of the Wei family, rush forward quickly and kill this evil boy!"

"Wei!" The two raised their swords and shouted to the slaves beside them, "Kill! Kill the evil boy!"

"Kill!" Under the instigation of Wei Zhuang and Wei You, more than twenty Wei family slaves rushed towards Wei Xuancheng on the ordering platform.

There were three thousand soldiers patrolling the city in the parade ground, so how could they be given this opportunity?

As early as when Wei Xian sternly denounced Wei Xuancheng, there were strong crossbowmen who had loaded their arrows and were on guard against this small group of rebels.

Therefore, as soon as Wei Zhuang and others rushed out, the prepared strong crossbow warriors fired their arrows.

After a burst of screams, these "desperados" fell down one after another, and within ten steps of rushing out, they all died tragically under the stage.

Wei Zhuang and Wei You, the two grandsons who were most valued by Wei Xian, were each hit by seven or eight arrows, and were completely changed beyond recognition. One word cannot describe how miserable they were.

Wei Xuancheng raised his hand with a livid face, and the crossbowmen stopped shooting.

However, hundreds of powerful crossbows were aimed at Wei Xian and Bingxian - they were the only rebellious officials and traitors left in the scene.

"Father, put down your weapons and surrender, and you can still save your life!" Wei Xuancheng yelled in a panic.

"Humph, after embarking on this dead end, there is no way to retreat!"

After Wei Xian said this, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes!

Suddenly, the veteran of the three dynasties raised the sword in his hand and made a gesture to rush towards the patrolling pavilion on the opposite side.

Wei Xuancheng did not expect such a change, so he subconsciously waved his raised hand down.

The nervous crossbow warriors received the order and immediately began to pull the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Xian, an eighty-year-old veteran of three dynasties, was shot to death by dozens of arrows.

The three people Bingxian and Bingxian who were following him were also affected, and they all died on the spot without closing their eyes.

In an hour, there was no longer a rebel in the Sanfu Campus.

Wei Xuancheng watched his father die in front of him, his face turned pale, his body swayed a few times, and he almost fell off the military platform.

But in the end he stood still. He understood why his father was so impulsive in the end.

Wei Xian did not want Wei Xuancheng to be accused of patricide, but wanted the emperor to see Wei Xuancheng's loyalty. This was the former's final contribution to Wei.

Wei Xuancheng gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely behind him: "Here comes someone!"

"No!" Seven or eight subordinate officials of the Third Auxiliary Yamen stood up.

"Cut off the heads of these rebels and prepare to circulate them throughout the city to shock Xiaoxiao!"

"only!"

"Then, everyone follows me into Chang'an City to put down the rebellion!" "Wei!"

This is how the rebellion drama at Sanfu Campus came to an end.

One son of Bingji, two sons of Zhang Anshi, two grandsons of Wei Xian, plus one Wei Xian...

The backbones of these aristocratic families lost their lives inexplicably, and their deaths were meaningless.

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When Wei Xuancheng led three thousand patrol soldiers to Chang'an City, the entire Chang'an City was already in chaos.

The news that Wei Xuancheng "cheated" Wei Zhuang into sending out half an hour ago had already reached Zhang Anshi.

The latter thought that Bingxian and others had succeeded, so he immediately issued an order to the Zhang family to rebel.

The servants of the aristocratic families who were preparing to attack in each mansion broke out of the door and rushed towards their respective targets waving the messy weapons in their hands.

At this time, Chang'an City was not very busy, especially Nancheng and Dongcheng, which were mainly palaces and government offices, so the population was very sparse.

Thousands of slaves poured out from different directions, and their shouts of killing were loud and powerful in the empty official roads and alleys.

Amidst the shouts of killing, the news that "someone is causing trouble" spread quickly, and in just half an hour, everyone knew about it.

Regardless of their identity or position, anyone who is not directly involved in this conspiracy is as panicked as a teal.

Shouts of death, cries, begging for mercy, laughter and curses...these harsh sounds gathered together and swept across all directions like a torrential flood.

According to the plan of Zhang Anshi and others, 70% of the slaves will rush to Beique Square and take the lead in launching an attack on the north gate of Weiyang Palace, waiting for follow-up reinforcements.

Thirty percent of the family slaves will split up to attack several important government offices - these places are either in charge of weapons or have money and food, and they are all critical places.

As for the ordinary mansions in Luxiang, they were not in the eyes of Zhang Anshi and others.

They are not bandits taking advantage of the situation, nor are they short-sighted. Naturally, they do not want to harm innocent people, not to mention that they have a long history in the city.

Once the rebellious thing starts, how can it run exactly as they imagined?

The slaves involved in this incident originally wanted to get rich overnight, and now that they rushed out, they naturally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune.

Therefore, after many slaves rushed out, they did not follow their respective owners to the designated targets, but scattered into the surrounding alleys and began to plunder.

They smashed open the courtyard door, rushed in, and plundered property. If someone stood in the way, they chopped them down on the spot.

Rape, robbery, robbery and theft... countless evil things were performed in different corners of Chang'an City.

At the beginning of the year, although the entire city of Chang'an was in complete chaos, only two thousand slaves gathered in Beique Square.

There is a huge gap from the original four to five thousand people.

Yang Yun was riding on a tall horse, holding a bow in one hand and a sword in the other. He led dozens of children from aristocratic families back and forth, trying to get the slaves to form a formation.

Although these domestic slaves have a ruthless spirit, where is the military discipline?

Yang Yun and the other disciples of the aristocratic family almost shouted their throats out, but they could only let the slaves barely form a square formation.

While the domestic slaves were still making a fuss, the soldiers on the north wall of Weiyang Palace reacted and started preparing for battle in full swing.

The sound of drums and horns sounded from the four turrets and spread throughout the entire city wall.

Weiyang Palace was guarded by only two thousand soldiers. In fact, there were only more than three hundred people stationed around the north wall and north gate, but at this moment hundreds more people poured in from the corridors on both sides.

Not long after, five hundred soldiers in bright armor gathered on the north wall.

Five hundred versus two thousand, if we don't talk about combat power and only talk about numbers, then the former is at a disadvantage.

But this is not a battle to pacify, but a small-scale offensive and defensive battle. Five hundred versus two thousand is not a disadvantage, but an advantage.

Yang Yun's eyes kept moving back and forth between the city wall and the square, watching in his eyes and anxious in his heart.

There were more guards on the north wall than in his image, and there were fewer domestic slaves in the square.

Although there were still domestic slaves arriving at the square one after another with extravagant wealth, they were few and far between.

Four to five thousand people will definitely not be able to gather together in a short while.

What worried Yang Yun even more was not this matter, but the situation in Chang'an City.

Although there was chaos everywhere, and thick smoke could be seen billowing from more than a dozen places, it was not chaotic enough!

Especially in those important places, it seems to be too calm.

The arsenal, the imperial prison, the county prison, the surrounding city gates... Although there were riots, there were no shouts of killing as expected.

Could it be that the Sanfu patrol pavilions haven’t entered the city yet?

But they had clearly received the news just now that Bingxian and others had successfully launched an uprising.

Yang Yun nervously restrained his horse and kept looking to the west, hoping to see reinforcements.

If the three auxiliary patrol pavilions did not enter the city, the arsenal and the imperial prison would not be captured, and they would not be able to obtain sufficient soldiers and siege equipment.

Then, the aristocratic family has nothing to do with the Weiyang Palace in front of them and the emperor behind the Weiyang Palace!

"Report to Mr. Yang Mansion!" A domestic slave who had just been sent out quickly came to Yang Yun.

"Is there any news about Mr. Bingfu and the others?" Yang Yun asked.

"I've been looking around a lot, but I haven't seen any patrol soldiers entering the city!" Family Nu Jia replied.

"Have you looked everywhere?" Yang Yun asked hurriedly.

"There are no soldiers patrolling the city in the arsenal, the imperial prison, or the north gate..." replied Jia Nu.

Hearing this, Yang Yun's heart suddenly went cold. He understood that something must have gone wrong.

Before he could come up with a response strategy, the house slaves who had finally formed a formation in the square started to get into chaos again, and seemed to want to go to the northern city wall to plunder.

"A bunch of rabble!" Yang Yun cursed fiercely.

But what can be done about this? House slaves are just a mob. If we don't find something to do for them, there will definitely be chaos.

Yang Yun looked at the guards on the north wall again, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

"Immediately report to Mr. Zhang, saying that the patrolling pavilion has broken the promise. We can't wait any longer. We will attack the city immediately. Please come and take charge of Mr. Zhang!"

"Wei!" House slave Jia clapped his horse and rushed towards Shang Guanli where Zhang's mansion was located.

Then, Yang Yun hurriedly gathered all the disciples of the aristocratic families around him.

"The soldiers patrolling the city are on their way. We will attack the city first, and then the reinforcements will arrive!" Yang Yun shouted

"This..." These children of aristocratic families want glory and wealth, but they are not fools. They looked at the city wall several feet high and hesitated.

"Just attack the door and knock it open!" Yang Yun pointed at the north gate of Weiyang Palace with his sword.

"Is it...wait a little longer..." Disciple A asked.

With a gloomy face, Yang Yun patted his horse and came to Disciple A.

In the blink of an eye, he swung out his long sword and chopped the latter off his horse on the spot.

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