Book with Emperor

Chapter 256
In the Taiqing Hall of the Imperial Palace, the courtiers relaxed after Ning Zhao left the banquet early as usual, and it was already a joyous moment.

Ning Chen swept around everyone present, put down his wine glass, got up and left the hall.

The night sky outside the door was dark and starless, and the crescent moon was half hidden behind the clouds. Ning Chen led his guards all the way out of the main entrance of the Taiqing Palace, and was waiting there alone.

"Wu Xiaofeng has led the Outer Imperial City Army into the palace, and Yang Fei has led Ling Yunqi to guard the east and west gates. Next, we only need to surround the Longquan Palace..."

"Waiting for my order to act." Ning Chen turned around and left for Longquan Hall.

In front of the dormitory, there was still a servant on duty at night, and Manager Wang who had just walked out of the dormitory.

"His Royal Highness?" Manager Wang was a little surprised, but he still smiled, "Your Majesty has already rested. If Your Highness has something to do, come back tomorrow."

Ning Chen ignored him with a sullen face, and went straight to the door of the hall. Just as he was about to push the door, Ning Zhao's voice came from inside the door, "Who is making noise?"

The majesty in this voice made Ning Chen freeze there subconsciously. He withdrew his hand from pushing the door and replied, "...it's me."

The hall was quiet for a moment, and the voice came again, "What's the matter?"

Ning Chen stood there stiffly, and said after a while, "Father...why do you want to pardon Han Zhengwei?"

"What do you want to say?"

Ning Chen clenched his fists, his hands trembling, "Is the father going to abolish the prince of the son for the Han family?"

The bedroom was silent for a long time, and Ning Chen's anger and unwillingness surged up in an instant, and the painful broken arm made him feel even more humiliated.

He took a few steps back, and a fire lit up in the darkness behind him, illuminating the dark place behind him.

Thousands of imperial city troops stood there wearing iron armor and holding weapons. In front of them was the commander Wu Xiaofeng.

Manager Wang's face paled instantly, he took a few steps back, and forced a smile, "Commander Wu is...what are you going to do?"

Wu Xiaofeng snorted lazily, and walked forward while pulling out the saber at his waist, "Why don't you take this Director Wang to see the blood, I have seen a lot of his majestic appearance on weekdays."

Manager Wang couldn't hold back the smile on his face at all, and stumbled back to the door of the bedroom, "This is the inner palace, how dare you..."

He couldn't continue, because Ning Chen had already drawn out his long sword and walked up to him.

Director Wang turned pale, fell to the ground, and screamed, "Your Majesty!"

The moment the sword fell, the door of the dormitory behind him was opened from the inside. Ning Zhao stood there in bright yellow pajamas, his long hair was loose, and he didn't even wear a golden crown.

Ning Chen's hand holding the sword trembled, "...Father?"

At the same time, someone in the Taiqing Palace finally realized that something was wrong.

"What's going on outside? It's noisy." Someone muttered drunkenly.

"It's almost Haishi, how can there be someone in the palace..."

An official walked outside the hall to see what was going on, but just as he showed his head, a knife was put on his neck, and he was so frightened that he sobered up!

"Forgive...forgive!" He yelled for mercy while looking at the passerby, and suddenly his neck hurt, and blood gushed out instantly.

He covered his bleeding neck, his eyes widened, and he fell slowly to the ground.

This incident stunned everyone in the Taiqing Palace, and the courtiers stood there dumbfounded looking at the bloody place and the corpses of their peers.

Huo Qiu in the crowd was about to take a step forward, but someone grabbed his wrist tightly. He turned his head and saw that it was his student, Prime Minister Feng Yi.

Feng Yi stared at him with long and narrow eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was a warning or a reminder, but it made him feel guilty and afraid, so he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Everyone looked at the heavily surrounded army outside the Taiqing Hall, feeling chills in their hearts.

……

In front of the Longquan dormitory, the patrolling inner guards came to escort Ning Zhao behind him. However, these dozens of people were undoubtedly like mantises in front of the nearly thousand-strong outer imperial city army behind the prince.

Ning Zhao looked calm, looked at the sword in the prince's hand, and asked, "What are you planning to do? Force the palace? Rebel? You are so brave!"

The prince trembled and didn't reply for a moment. Wu Xiaofeng behind him immediately took a step forward when he saw the situation, and shouted, "Your Highness, the matter has come to this, and we can't take a step back, otherwise the success will be in vain, and you and I will die!"

Ning Chen was terrified, and stared at his father, "The four guards are under the control of my son, and Yubayashi Weiyuan is outside Beijing. My father, my son cares about the friendship between father and son, and I hope my father will not be stubborn, after all You are only my heir, if you die for a hundred years, the throne will still belong to your son!"

Ning Zhao's eyes were sharp, "Who told you that Habayashi Wei is not in Beijing?"

Ning Chen felt that the winning ticket was in his hands at this moment, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you didn't expect it, it was your most trusted emperor teacher who told me!"

"She chose to side with Erchen, just like Gong Yue chose you back then." His pale face turned bloody with wild laughter, "Now that Qin Tianjian has chosen me, this is destiny!"

Ning Zhao looked at him laughing quietly, and asked, "You are so confident, have you ever wondered why she wants to help you?"

"Of course it's for survival." Ning Chen sneered, "No matter how powerful Qin Tianjian is, it must be controlled by the royal family. Qin Guanyue has a lotus in her palm, and only I can give the antidote, so she will naturally help me. Father, no Only you can control people."

"It's really good, but you have some guts." Ning Zhao pondered for a moment, and then said with a little appreciation, "After all these years, I finally saw a little bit of goodness in you."

Ning Chen's pale face turned red from the humiliation, and he shouted almost madly, "I am your son! Your only son now, the throne belongs to me, but you would rather give it to others than to me! You forced me!"

Ning Zhao quietly looked at his appearance, and then slowly walked up to him step by step, and stopped in front of his sword, "The first thing I did when I led troops to force the palace was to chop off the head of the late emperor with one sword. ,You dare?"

Ning Chen's eyes were wide open, looking at the emperor in front of him, his father, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to move forward an inch.

"Hmph!" Ning Zhao sneered, and suddenly moved around the sword, pinched the prince's wrist and twisted it, then took the sword away, then raised his foot and kicked him out.

"Your Highness!" Wu Xiaofeng hurried forward to help him.

"Trash." Ning Zhao threw the sword on the ground, coldly looking down at the son on the ground, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.

"Commander Wu!" The crown prince was stung by those eyes, and hatred and killing intent welled up in his heart, "Please abdicate, Your Majesty!"

"Yes!" Wu Xiaofeng cheered up, turned around and raised his sword, "Brothers! Kill me!"

Director Wang was so frightened that he ran to Ning Zhao's side, "Your Majesty, hurry up! You can't stay here anymore! This old servant escorts you out of the palace! Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a feathered arrow pierced through the night sky and pierced Wu Xiaofeng's left chest. The arrow was so fierce that it took his body backward and nailed it to the palace wall.

Wu Xiaofeng spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked down at the arrow on his chest. The body of the arrow was slightly thick, and the clusters of arrows were pure silver with patterns engraved on them.

There was panic in his eyes, "Golden Arrow..."

This scene shocked everyone, those outer imperial city troops who obeyed the orders all looked at the prince Ning Chen because the commander was seriously injured at the moment.

Ning Chen was more panicked than them, not knowing what happened, he shouted, "Who! Who's there!"

Before he finished speaking, rows of archers appeared above the surrounding palaces, and Lingyun cavalry poured out from all directions, instantly surrounding all the imperial city troops present.

A person came out slowly from the corner of the palace gate.

"...Yang Fei?"

(End of this chapter)