The Great Han Dynasty: From Feng Lang Juxu to the Eternal Emperor

Chapter 521 The prince is dead
The fire was so strong that it formed a wall, which had long been piled up with dead wood branches. Dry branches in winter are the easiest to burn.

The wall of fire isolated the chasing soldiers, although they were still eager to give it a try. After all, the temptation of being promoted to the tenth rank and receiving a bounty of 50,000 yuan was too great.

Wei Ning stood in the firelight, grinning ferociously, "Are you worthy of taking my head?"

"All the soldiers I brought out here want to kill me?"

The fire gradually engulfed Weining's body. Tens of thousands of soldiers stared blankly at this tragic scene. Everyone was stunned.

The eyes of many soldiers were slightly red. These soldiers had followed Weining through the Northern Fortress battlefield and had feelings for Weining.

Huo Qubing's death brought an end to a generation of champions. Two of the big man's three arms had died, and only Wei Qing was still trying to escape.

The fire was so strong that Wei Ning stared blankly at the soldier behind him who was mercilessly swallowed by the fire. He gritted his teeth and galloped wildly in the distance, chasing Wei Qing.

The army standing outside the fire wall did not dare to move forward. Such a big fire could devour anyone. They just watched helplessly as the fire engulfed all the 'Prince Wei'.

From the beginning to the end, 'Prince Wei' did not say a word.

This kind of tenacity is truly admirable. The cavalrymen dismounted one after another and watched this sad scene silently.

They were soldiers of the Han Dynasty and acted according to orders. Maybe some of them were profit-minded soldiers, but most of them had conscience.

Everyone knows Weining's contribution to the Han Dynasty, his contribution to the army, and his contribution to the common people.

Now watching Wei Ning being swallowed up by the fire and bidding farewell to the stage in such a tragic way, one can imagine his sadness.

The fire burned for half an hour before the intensity of the fire subsided.

The commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army immediately asked people to dig out Wei Ning's body.

It was charred beyond recognition.

The commander waved his hand and said: "The package is ready! Send the horse and return to the palace!"

"Here!"

The army returned to Chang'an. The order from the court was only to kill Wei Ning, but did not say how to deal with Wei Qing and Gongsun He. Therefore, even if they escaped, the imperial army was unwilling to chase them.

The commander of the Forbidden Army has selfish motives. Who among the soldiers of today's Han Dynasty does not know Wei Qing? Who wants to arrest Wei Qing? How will you raise your head in the army in the future?
On Chang'an Avenue, thousands of lights were lit one after another, and the news of Prince Wei's rebellion quickly spread throughout the streets.

At the end of Zhuque Street near Weiyang Palace, thousands of scholars stood quietly, led by Dai Sheng.

When the imperial army appeared in front of them, Dai Sheng burst into tears when he saw the corpse wrapped on the horse.

Thousands of scholars knelt down and kowtowed, all in unison, with sad eyes, shouting that the prince is a thousand years old, and the great man will perish!
With such rebellious words, the Forbidden Army could only turn a blind eye.

The scholar cried bitterly, and soon the people on both sides of Chang'an Zhuque Street cried bitterly. The cries reached the Weiyang Palace, and the whole Weiyang Palace could hear the loud cries outside.

Liu Huan showed joy, and his worried heart gradually relaxed.

The officers of the three provinces and six ministries looked gloomy. The death of Prince Wei might lead the man to a path of no return.

Dong Zhongshu and several other senior officials who were still in Chang'an were all stunned in their respective mansions at this time, looking up to the sky and sighing: "The Han Dynasty is in danger!"

The common people blocked the road of the Forbidden Army and shouted loudly, praying to see Weining one last time.

The Forbidden Army didn't allow it, but the people seemed to be crazy, and they didn't give up until the Forbidden Army took out their swords.

The entire Chang'an Avenue was covered with yellow paper, burning everywhere to say goodbye to Weining.

The scholars led by Dai Sheng shouted: "After a hundred years old, return to his home! After a hundred years old, return to his room!"

This is a tribute to the Book of Songs. In front of Weiyang Palace.

Li Qi looked up at the sky, and little snowflakes continued to fall, blending with his tears.

His Royal Highness Prince Wei!
If it weren't for Weining, how would he be where he is today? Now that he sees Weining's end, he can't help but feel sad and shed tears.

He didn't know who to hate, because it had only been two days since the witchcraft disaster occurred.

It was too fast, too fast for anyone to react.

Qi Bin stood in a daze outside Weiyang Palace, a little stunned for a moment. One can imagine the grief in his heart, but he couldn't express it.

After all...did we still lose?

Even if you lose, you lose with heroic spirit! Admirable!

Qi Bin found it difficult to accept such a thing. He had been working beside the emperor and Liu Huan, and he knew best who was most suitable to sit on that throne in this country.

It was clear that he would become an emperor in the future, even surpassing Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Why did he end up like this?

Are you counting on that trash in the palace?
The emperor is old and is becoming increasingly dim. What is the future direction of this country?

Hey.

There were faint tears in Qi Bin's eyes. He stretched out his hand, and snowflakes kept falling on his hand, which was cold and cold.

It wasn't until the Imperial Army carried the corpse into Weiyang Palace that Qi Bin held back his tears and stared blankly at the corpse wrapped in white cloth being transported to Qilin Palace.

He stood there silently, silently watching the corpse getting further and further away. Qi Bin slowly lowered his head, not daring to look at it anymore, and not wanting to look at it anymore.

The Qilin Hall was already full of people until the body of 'Prince Wei' was carried up.

Liu Huan couldn't restrain himself. He was so excited. How could he not be happy when such a big threat was finally dead?

But at this time, his face remained expressionless.

Dozens of officials stared blankly at Weining who was being carried up. Even though their bodies were in plain sight and they were carried up by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, they still had more or less respect for Weining in their hearts.

Only after they were born in high positions did they realize how powerful Weining was, and how incredible his methods were to plan the political affairs of the Han Dynasty and lead the country to prosperity!

Such a generation of princes, the future absolute emperor, actually died in such a shameful way, and the officials felt very uncomfortable.

The commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army uncovered the charred corpse, and no one dared to look at it.

But Liu Huan suddenly frowned and said in shock: "How did it become like this?"

Contrary to what he thought, he thought he would see a complete corpse and see Wei Ning lying at his feet!

He will look down at Weining with a victor's attitude, which is a feeling of freedom that he has never had before.

But now he hasn't really seen Weining's face, so it might be a fake!

The Commander-in-Chief of the Forbidden Army said: "His Royal Highness the King of Jiaodong, Prince Wei has set himself on fire."

"We, tens of thousands of soldiers, witnessed with our own eyes that Prince Wei burned himself in the fire!"

If only a few people saw it, they might be able to lie, but there is no possibility of lying among tens of thousands of soldiers, because it is too easy to check, and you can tell the truth from the false with one check.

After hearing this, Liu Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief!

(End of this chapter)