Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 845 Don’t Believe in the Hexagrams of Destiny, Only Follow the Love of Their Children (24)

The mutiny intensified.

The commanding lieutenant of the Imperial Forest Army is in charge of the [-] soldiers and horses in the imperial capital, and the [-] soldiers and horses in the small imperial capital are neither too much nor too little.

The imperial city is guarded by the imperial guards, and these [-] soldiers cannot break through the imperial city. If they directly attack it, they will not get any benefits, but the entire army will be wiped out.

The captain of the Imperial Forest Army is not stupid, he just caused a scene in the imperial capital. Before Xu Zhen ordered him to be killed, he took [-] imperial guards and fled the imperial capital overnight. General, the defense suddenly relaxed a lot.

At this time, it is a great opportunity to send troops to capture the imperial city and kill Xu Zhen!

If that person doesn't make a move, how long will he have to wait? !

Is it possible to wait for the people's uprising army to break through the imperial capital and kill Xu Zhen, and the Dayong Dynasty will change from then on?

Then if you want to become emperor again, there is no legitimate reason to send troops.

In the past two days, Yan Huan has been anxious like an ant on a hot pot, unable to stop for a moment, and her heart is even more anxious.

But now she can only stay here and wait for the news, and she can't do anything else.

After waiting and waiting, I finally got the long-awaited secret note.

That man's sharp brushstrokes were not like the women's weak hairpin flower script. They were domineering and natural, as if they were born with the air of a king.

A simple word.

"opposite."

Yan Huan's heart that had been hanging for a while finally relaxed.

She was afraid that the man would not turn against her, and she would miss the opportunity, and she would have to wait again, and she didn't know how long she would have to wait.

She really has no time to wait.

It has been sunny for a long time, and today it is a bit cloudy and rainy again. The breeze is blowing the drizzle, and there is a breath of spring on the face.

Under the care of Ming Shiyin, the small flowerbed that had been abandoned for a long time, the withered flower branches penetrated the new buds. The small flowerbed that was dim and withered brown, the green branches and leaves, and the pink and white flower buds gave it a feeling of being brought back to life and rejuvenated.

She came out of the dark room early today, because today is the festival day for the Shang family.

For seven whole years, time has passed, and the hatred in her heart has never been wiped away.

The ghost paper was engulfed by the bright red fire, the wind rolled up the ash, and the fine dark ash danced in the wind and rain, and was finally buried in the soil by the rain.

"It's been seven years. Every year on the memorial day, Cheng'an has no face to come to see you. He always waits and waits, and waits and waits. I know you must be tired of waiting."

Her pale and sickly face turned a little bloody in the light of the fire, Ming Shiyin stood aside, watching her kneeling in the flowerbed and quietly burning the paper.

"She's finally going to turn against her. Chengyan has planned and planned for seven years, and finally waited until this day. Don't you think it's true? Me too."

She raised her head, closed her eyes and felt the coolness of the rain falling on her face, feeling at ease and finally.

"Heaven has eyes, and it will definitely not let this kind of beast and scum stay in it to cause harm to the world."

She cut her finger, and dripped two drops of blood on the ashes of the pile of ghost papers, her eyes were fierce, her words were icy cold, and she suppressed her eager expectation.

"What I promised you will be done soon. What Xu Zhen owes us to the Shang family, Cheng Yan will take it back from him!"

"Boom—"

In the late spring and early summer, there were thunderstorms, the sky was overcast, and the thick dark clouds seemed to fall from the sky at any moment. His mood was gloomy and depressed, and in this depression, Yan Huan was eager to try, impatient.

She stood up and looked towards the direction of the imperial capital. Ming Shiyin clasped her hand and squeezed it slightly.

"It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come."

(End of this chapter)