Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2032

In the imperial city, golden swords reflected fire and iron horses neighed in the wind.

The coalition forces of the four great families entered the empty land and broke through the nine palace gates. Twelve whistling arrows exploded, like blood gushing out.

Gui Sifang narrowed his eyes and looked at the fleeing imperial guards, feeling inexplicably panicked.

It seemed that the Imperial Guards' formation during the retreat was even more orderly than during the attack, as if it was a strategy to lure the enemy that had been practiced thousands of times.

"Stop!" He suddenly drew his sword and reined in his horse, the blade drawing a silver arc in the moonlight.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and his cry of "stop" was drowned out by the sound of fighting among the coalition forces.

Guo Jindong and the Guo family members rushed to the inner court like hungry wolves, and the private soldiers of the Qin and Lin families also rushed there like a tide.

"Why are you hesitating, Lord Gui?" Lin Wensong galloped over, looking smug and indescribably high-spirited. "Prince Li is dead, and the emperor has been captured by me."

"Really?" Gui Sifang was still skeptical, "You caught him with your own hands? Where is he?"

Lin Wensong was questioned, and the boss was very unhappy, "Are you still doubting my people?"

"Then you didn't do it yourself!" Gui Sifang's heart sank again.

“But I saw it with my own eyes!” Lin Wensong was furious. “Just do your own job and leave me alone!”

Gui Sifang: “…”

He patted his horse and walked forward, not bothering to pay attention to him.

His heart was pounding, and he felt like everything was going so smoothly. So smoothly... that there wasn't even any bleeding.

Were the four great families too strong? Or was Beiyi originally weak? Did he imagine Xiao Yunde to be too terrifying?

He suddenly thought of someone!

Gui Sifang suddenly turned the reins of his horse, and the mud splashed by the horse's front hooves fell on Lin Wensong's brocade robe.

He approached and grabbed the man's collar, and the armor and jade belt collided with a harsh sound. "Let me ask you, have you captured Princess Haiyan in Prince Li's Mansion?"

Lin Wensong's Adam's apple rolled from the constriction, but he still managed a sneer. "Master Gui, are you trying a prisoner?" He deliberately dragged out his voice to hide his inner panic. "As for Princess Haiyan... yeah, she should have been caught."

"You should!" Gui Sifang threw him to the ground and said angrily, "If you catch it, you catch it. If you don't catch it, you don't catch it. How can you say you should?"

Lin Wensong hated Gui Sifang's domineering attitude the most. It was obvious that everyone had equal status, but this man acted superior and bossed him around.

He got up in a panic and suddenly found that everyone was staring at him. He realized belatedly that Gui Sifang was deliberately making trouble in public.

Cold sweat soaked his inner clothes. He was angry, but still forced a sneer, "Lord Gui has great authority! If you are worried, go to Prince Li's mansion and see for yourself! Catch him yourself! Guard him yourself."

Gui Sifang heard from these words that the reason why Lin Wensong rushed into the palace was because he was afraid that his contribution to the king's defense would not be noticed by Emperor Zhaowu.

This is to show off your achievements.

Gui Sifang rode on his horse and glared coldly, "If we lose, you will be the culprit!"

Lin Wensong was stunned, but not to be outdone, he dusted himself off and said, "Don't scare me! We haven't even started rewarding people for their contributions yet, and Lord Gui has already declared himself second to none? Haha!"

He became more determined to rush into the imperial city to grab the credit. Only by appearing before Emperor Zhaowu in a protective manner at the first opportunity could he leave an impression of being reliable in the emperor's mind.

Gui Sifang's heart sank, his arms almost too weak to hold the long sword in his hand. "Have you forgotten who died under the Six Gods Temple? You..."

Before he could finish his words, heavy mechanical sounds suddenly came from the four corners of the imperial city. Twelve iron gates fell at the same time, completely locking the nine gates.

The iron horses on the eaves roared at this moment, and the bronze horses slowly turned their heads under the gaze of everyone, from a defensive posture facing the enemy outside to a hunting posture charging inward.

A dark figure slowly approached in the murderous night wind, "Traitor, you must be executed!"