Da Tang: Father, can I resign?

Chapter 87 I beg to assist Prince Ming. If Your Majesty does not allow, please kill me!
Hou Junji was lying on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at the light at the door and the figure in the light.

I watched the young figure shouting "Hou Junji" at me, and then I saw another young figure using his body to push the child away.

Then, a third armored guard suddenly appeared and stabbed the young man in the arm.

The hallucinations this person had before he died were too real...

Hou Junji muttered incoherently, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

This seems... a little close to reality...

Fresh air continued to flow into Lihua Pavilion, and Hou Junji gradually regained consciousness.

It's not an illusion, this is the reality happening right before your eyes!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He coughed out the waste gas that filled his lungs and stood up staggeringly.

At the same time, due to the influx of a large amount of fresh air, the fire in Lihua Pavilion became more intense.

Under the bright, almost blinding firelight, Hou Junji finally saw the current situation clearly:

It’s Li Ming.

Li Ming opened the prison door for Hou Junji, but was immediately pushed aside by Wei Daijia.

Immediately afterwards, a soldier wearing imperial guard armor suddenly appeared from behind and stabbed Wei Daijia's arm with a gun, where Li Ming was originally standing.

This...what on earth happened...

Hou Junji's brain short-circuited for a moment.

The second season of Xuanwu Gate will start filming so soon?

Although the brain short-circuited, the body did not hesitate at all——

No matter right or wrong, he will deal with whoever does the wrong to Li Ming!

The old commander was still strong as ever, and he charged forward like a wild bull, knocking the heavily armored heavy infantrymen and horses to the ground.

The blood-stained spear also fell to the ground.

Wei Daijia took advantage of the situation and pounced, desperately hugging the Turkic man's legs.

Hou Junji understood what he meant, picked up the gun, lifted the man's visor, stepped on his head, and stabbed the gun into the man's mouth.

With a "pop", the Turks stopped struggling immediately like puppets with their strings cut.

"Hou Junji! Wei Daijia! Are you two okay?" Li Ming was extremely anxious, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

Wei Daijia tore off his bloodstained cuffs, tied up the wound tightly, and said lightly:

"It's nothing serious, just a flesh wound. How is the Minister of Personnel?"

"Cough, cough!" Hou Junji coughed violently and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm just a little thirsty. Let's get out of here quickly. The fire is getting bigger and bigger. Lihua Pavilion will probably collapse soon."

The three of them immediately ran out the door, but hadn't even stepped over the threshold.

With a whoosh, several feather arrows shot at the feet.

If it weren't for the strong wind, these arrows might have hit three people.

Someone in the corner was shouting in Turkic:

"Shoot! Force them in!"

Following the order from the rebel leader, arrows rained down.

Li Ming and his group were forced back into the house by the rain of arrows.

Outside Lihua Pavilion, several soldiers wearing imperial armor, who seemed to be accomplices of the soldier who was shot, were aiming their bows and arrows at the gate to prevent the three of them from leaving.

Lihua Pavilion has only one entrance and exit, the main door, and the other windows are blocked by window bars, making it impossible for people to enter or exit.

Therefore, the rebels can completely block this place as long as they control the gate.

This method was really vicious and insidious as he wanted to kill the three people in the room without rushing into the fire to fight.

"They are determined to kill us, you rats?" Hou Junji was immediately furious and roared in grief and anger:
"Zhangsun Wuji, a Xianbei slave, actually wants to kill the prince and the meritorious officials together!"

Wei Daijia covered his wound, speechless.

Is it so annoying that the idol of civil officials, Lord Changsun Wuji, is so annoying that everyone blames him for everything...

Li Ming also didn't understand why Lord Hou had such a big prejudice against Lord Changsun, and explained:
"Actually... it was the Turks who rebelled."

"Turkic?"

Hou Junji said he had never seen such a thing in his life.

He had never seen this new type of Turk, a fully armored heavy infantryman.

But we are still in danger, and this is not the time to verify intelligence with each other.

Three people were trapped in the fire and were thinking about countermeasures.

Outside, I heard the crisp sound of chains dragging on the floor.

Then, a few thudding sounds were heard from the burning roof.

It sounded like the end of a chain hitting bricks.

"What are they doing?" Li Ming felt very confused.

Wei Daijia pricked up his ears:

"It seems like... shouting a slogan?"

Hou Junji listened attentively for a while, then almost jumped up from where he was standing, hugged Li Ming and crawled under the table, while shouting to Wei Daijia:

"Hide! They are going to collapse..."

Before he could finish his words, the ceiling above his head suddenly collapsed.

Li Ming only felt a darkness before his eyes, as if a century had passed.

My consciousness was dizzy, my nose and mouth were filled with dust and carbon ash, and my ears were buzzing.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a face with a beard as hard as steel and a determined expression.

Lihua Pavilion had collapsed, leaving only a pile of disorderly rubble.

Fortunately, Hou Junji reacted quickly enough and the elm table they used for protection was strong enough, so miraculously, the two were not injured.

"Where is Wei Daijia...?" Li Ming asked with some effort.

"I... am fine, for now." Wei Daijia was lying on the ground with a wry smile on his face.

His ankle was pinned by a beam and he couldn't move.

"We're here to help..."

"Shh!"

Wei Daijia signaled the two men to keep quiet and listened carefully.

It was the sound of armor gradually fading away.

It seemed that the rebels thought the three people inside were dead, so they did not risk going deeper into the still burning ruins and moved away directly.

Thanks to the collapse of the house, several gaps were opened in the solid wall.

"Minister Hou, the enemy may come back at any time. Take His Highness away first!"

"No..." Li Ming shook his head subconsciously, but found that he didn't even have the strength to support his head.

His body was still that of a child, and after a day of ups and downs without stopping, his body no longer had the energy to keep him conscious.

Just like other children of this age, he was full of energy one second and fell asleep the next.

Hou Junji took a quick look.

The beam that was holding down Wei Daijia did not catch fire, but both ends were stuck in the rubble, and it took multiple people to help him out.

After kicking away the flammable objects and clearing a blank area for Wei Daijia, Hou Junji asked in a muffled voice: "Are you sure that the imperial guards are fine, and the ones causing the riot are only the Turks among them?"

Wei Daijia nodded.

"Then I'll go find someone right away, you hold on for a while."

After saying that, he hugged Li Ming and left without looking back.

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"The last time I was in such a dangerous situation was at Xuanwu Gate, or when I was fighting Shan Xiongxin alone..."

While Li Shimin was reflecting on whether he was too reckless, he kept walking and fighting with the pursuers among the burning ruins.

I thought that I would just bring helpers to find my son, it would be easy and enjoyable, and I would be able to reunite with the naughty boy and his son as soon as possible and reward him with a big fight.

Unexpectedly, this group of Turkic imperial guards who had undergone complete Tang Army training had very good tactical skills.

First, pull down the buildings to divide the battlefield, and then concentrate superior forces to encircle and annihilate the lone commander - that is, the emperor.

You played really well. I really underestimated the enemy.

But Li Shimin was no pushover. He used reverse thinking and hid in the fire, and actually escaped from his pursuers.

However, they did not expect that in the midst of the fire, they would run into the rebels who were setting fires, and the two sides started a chase again.

"This place is mostly narrow paths and pavilions. It should be not far from Lihua Pavilion. If we delay for a while, Li Zhi and his men should be able to join me."

Li Shimin was calculating in his mind as he continued to hide from sight using the burning wreckage of the building, constantly circling around the pursuers.

However, the situation suddenly changed.

After a loud thunder, a strong wind blew up, blowing up sand and hitting my face, accompanied by specks of rain.

"It's raining?"

Almost in an instant, raindrops as big as beans poured down, hitting the head and causing pain.

The summer rainstorm came suddenly and quickly put out most of the surrounding fire.

However, the pursuers' oil-soaked torches were somewhat waterproof, and they also took off their helmets to protect them from rain.

Soon, Li Shimin was found alone in the storm.

Li Shimin also came face to face with the pursuers.

There were three people on the other side, and they were only separated from him by a small pavilion that had burned down.

This scene is a bit embarrassing.

"Um... we are one people, don't shoot arrows?"

Li Shimin spoke poor Turkic.

The three looked at each other.

The man who was shielding his torch from the rain with his helmet shouted:
"I have seen him. He is the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Kill him!"

The three men immediately split into two groups, bypassed the ruins of the pavilion, and surrounded him.

They didn't shoot arrows not out of any moral principles, but because in such a rainstorm, the accuracy of the bows and arrows was almost random.

Li Shimin retreated decisively.

However, because the surrounding fires were mostly extinguished by the rain, it was pitch black all around and the road could not be seen clearly.

After running a few steps, Li Shimin's feet suddenly slipped and he tripped.

It was a dead body, that of a clerk.

"Damn it! How could someone from Menxia Province die here?! Is God trying to destroy me?"

Li Shimin looked at the three people rushing towards him in despair.

At that time, a silver circle flashed across the sky, like a bright moon.

It was a sword that flew out from the side and hit the rebel who was holding a torch and not wearing a helmet. It entered from the back of his head and came out from his mouth.

The man fell to the ground dead on the spot, and the torch fell into the puddle and was immediately extinguished.

The surroundings were suddenly plunged into darkness. Apart from the occasional flickering flames among the wreckage on the roadside, there was no other light source.

In the darkness, two screams were heard one after another.

Then, everything fell into dead silence except for the sound of the rain.

Li Shimin crawled up from the ground and groped towards the direction where the scream came from.

With the faint light of the stars, the outline of a tall and burly figure, like a wild bull, faintly emerged in the darkness.

It’s Hou Junji.

His red round-collar robe was stained with blood, and the spear in his hand was soaked in scarlet blood, as if Shura was alive.

In the pouring rain, the king and his minister looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

After a moment, Hou Junji clasped his fists towards Li Shimin:
"I'm sorry that I'm late in coming to your rescue."

The raindrops hit his tall and mighty body, splashing up bursts of water mist, making him look like a sculpture.

Li Shimin did not return the gift.

He walked on the muddy road, stumbling towards Hou Junji, his voice trembling:

"Where's Li Ming?"

Hou Junji's body trembled, as if he wanted to explain something.

But Li Shimin didn't give him any chance at all.

The emperor was disheveled and in a dishevelled state, but his steps became increasingly firm and rapid.

In the end, he almost rushed to Hou Junji and grabbed him by the collar.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty seemed to have been fished out of the water, his face covered with raindrops. He pulled Hou Junji by the collar and roared:
"Li Ming came all the way to rescue you, why did you run out alone? Where is he?"

He almost roared the last three words from deep in his chest.

The emperor lost his composure to such an extent that Hou Junji's lips moved.

Li Shimin raised his fist and punched Hou Junji hard in the face:
"Where's my son?!"

Hou Junji knew that in this situation, no matter how he explained, General Tiance would not listen.

So he said nothing.

Instead, he turned around, squatted down, and pushed aside the half-covered rubble.

Amid the rubble was a sleeping child.

It’s Li Ming.

He was covered with Hou Junji's robe, and his chest rose and fell regularly.

Li Shimin was stunned.

Hou Junji smiled bitterly, held Li Ming gently in his arms, and asked self-deprecatingly:

"Your Majesty is asking you a question. You are a prince, why would you risk your life for a minister?
"Don't you know that I am not a staff member of Prince Lu's Palace? Don't you know that I will be assigned to the Eastern Palace by your father?"

Li Ming muttered in a half-asleep state:

"I promised...Hou Baolin...to save his uncle..."

As he spoke, he began to snore evenly.

Hou Junji took a deep breath, held Li Ming in one hand, pulled out the sword from the corpse with the other hand, and walked up to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin subconsciously took half a step back.

bass!
Hou Junji thrust the tip of his sword into the ground and knelt on one knee:
“Your servant, Hou Junji, requests to assist the Crown Prince Ming.

"If Your Majesty does not allow, please use this sword to kill me!"

(End of this chapter)