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Luo Yao sat in the dining room and watched them play. Lu Heng learned some boxing and kicking from Lu Hong and his reaction was quite quick. Although he was hit a lot, he was still able to dodge some of them.

The children were in the same camp as Li Xian, and the three men were used as targets. In order to take care of Luo Xiaotuanzi, A Shi stood directly in front of Luo Xinchen and let him hit him.

In the end, Lu Heng and A Shi surrendered to Li Xian's team and won a great victory.

After winning the battle, the group of children were very happy and surrounded Li Xian laughing.

Li Xian had a lot of fun, and when his body temperature dropped, he found that his hands were frozen.

Looking at his red, frozen hands, Li Xian uttered sweet words: "Damn it, Baba is freezing to death!"

I learned this from Luo Yao...

When Lu Heng saw his red, frozen hands, he immediately dragged him into the dining hall and said, "Don't go out to play. I told you not to play just now, but you didn't listen. You'll get frostbite if you get frostbite."

Li Xian: "No more playing! I don't want to get frostbite!"

Seeing that everyone's hands were frozen, Lu Heng asked the lady in the canteen to get some hot water, and several children soaked their hands in the large basin used to wash vegetables.

The dining hall was too warm, making people drowsy. After telling a few aunties that they would make ginger soup in the afternoon and send it to the canal, Luo Yao leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

The children played for a whole morning, had lunch early and returned to the village chief's house to rest for a while. The county magistrate and the county magistrate were all there.

After arranging several children, A Shi and Lin Mo took care of the house, while Luo Yao, Li Xian, Lu Henglu and the other four went out.

A group of guards and officials went down to the fields. The snow was white, and Luo Yao's teeth were chattering as he walked.

He is afraid of the cold, but he doesn't like to wrap himself up in a ball, so he wears specially made warm fleece jackets and pants, which have a good warmth-keeping effect but are not as good as thick woolen linings.

The temperature in the fields was very low. Although the people did not feel the cold physically as they worked back and forth carrying soil and mud, the cold wind blowing into their throats still made it difficult to breathe.

Many people saw the inspecting officials and Luo Yao and nodded and greeted them.

After walking around along both banks, the people who came to inspect were very excited. It seemed that they would have to dig until dark to clear the canal. Luo Yao thought that it would be okay to finish this task early tomorrow morning and invited everyone to go home for dinner. However, the people were all thinking about clearing the canal today.

Seeing that everyone was working hard, Luo Yao called the women from the canteen to bring hot ginger soup to the villagers to keep them warm. The ginger soup was heated over a fire in the field, so if they wanted to drink it, they could just go and get some hot soup.

After drinking a bowl of ginger soup to warm his stomach, Luo Yao and the officials cheered with the people in the fields. Several strong guards also came forward to help move and transport soil.

After dark, they lit torches and worked for two hours to dig and another hour to clean up the canal. The two areas were finally connected. People gathered on both sides of the canal to witness the sacred moment of the water flowing through the canal.

The floodgates of Luoxian Canal were opened, filling the artificial canal and flowing into the dry riverbed in the village. The cheers of the people rang out one after another.

After cheering, the group happily returned to the dining hall to eat.

There were low tables and copper pots inside and outside the dining room, and a fire was lit. The hot pot had been simmering on the stove for a long time, and you could start eating after adding the meat and vegetables.

It was a rare opportunity for officials and common people to sit together and eat. The fire burned brightly, a light snow fell, and the biting cold wind couldn't dampen their excitement. After the hot pot, the elderly county magistrate was dragged by the people to dance around the fire, which was a lively scene.

Compared to the bustle here, the capital is engulfed in war and everyone in the palace is in danger.

All officials, civilians and wounded soldiers were sent to the palace. After the city was broken, this was the last place where they could resist and save their lives.

For the past ten days, the injured soldiers and civilians drank rice soup without any rice grains every day, and the officials and even the emperor ate clear soup. In order to preserve the soldiers' physical strength, a large part of the remaining food was sent to the military camp.

The war lasted for a whole day, and good news came after dark.

A group of monks brought a large amount of food, which was now in the hands of the Red Guards supporting them in the rear.

When the army learned the news, morale was greatly boosted, and the Red Guards were like a tiger descending from the mountain.

At the stroke of Yin, the rebels' rear was breached, and over ten thousand of them were killed. The Beijing Army and the Red Guards attacked the rebels from both sides, and the rebels, exhausted from the prolonged battle and their supply lines cut off by the Red Guards, had been starved of food and fodder for days. They were exhausted and gradually began to lose.

Bei Zhenming sat in the main hall rubbing his brows, and a group of officials were trembling with fear.

The battle situation was reported back to the main hall. With the hope of victory, a group of ministers hugged each other with tears in their eyes, and Bei Ming's brows relaxed.

However, before they could be happy for long, a soldier covered in blood rushed into the hall.

"Report! Prince Qi led his soldiers to support the rebels, and the rebels' morale suddenly boosted!"

"What?!" The ministers were all stunned.

Jia Shen stepped out and said, "Your Majesty, Prince Qi has disappeared since you disappeared. Now he is leading his troops into the city... I'm afraid he is..."

"He's rebelling!" Bei Zhenming stood up suddenly, shaking with anger. "I think he's grown too powerful and dared to rebel!"

They were about to win the battle, but unexpectedly the rebels came to support them. The Red Guards and the Beijing Army, who had been exhausted for many days, were no longer able to cope.

Looking at the Prince of Qi who had disappeared for more than two months riding on his tall horse, Bei Zhenting frowned. He really couldn't understand Prince Qi.

The city gate was broken, the rebels opened the way, and Bei Zhenqing was rushed into the city by a group of soldiers.

Bei Zhenting fought desperately to stop the rebels from entering the city. Dozens of rebels trapped him outside the city, and after a long battle, Bei Zhenting was exhausted and stabbed several times.

At the critical moment, a dark shadow fell from the city wall. Before Bei Zhenting could see who it was, dozens of rebels surrounding him were killed instantly.

"Get out of here!" Bei Zhenting roared, pulled the man in black away, and without caring who he was, he jumped on a horse and chased after the thousands of rebels entering the city.

The Red Guards were trapped at the city gate while escorting food and were unable to support Bei Zhenting. There were only a few hundred soldiers who entered the city with Bei Zhenting to hunt down the rebels.

The rebels went straight to the palace, the imperial gate was broken, and the imperial guards who stayed behind in the palace fought with the rebels. Corpses were scattered all over the ground and blood was flowing. Slogans of "Support the Green King and Support the Country" were heard one after another.

Bei Zhenqing was escorted by nearly a thousand rebels, and there were still a hundred rebels when he arrived at the main hall.

Bei Zhenqing was completely stunned. After receiving the news that his brother had returned to the capital, he summoned the soldiers and returned to the capital at night. He rode non-stop to Zhuchengmen and saw the flames and sounds of fighting from afar.

Ge Hao told him to retreat quickly. He knew he couldn't go over there, as he would be mistaken for a rebel coming to support him. However, he had been looking for his brother for a long time and wanted to personally confirm whether his brother was still alive. He hesitated for a moment, and the rebels discovered him.

He didn't know why the rebels were shouting the slogan "Support the Young King, Support the Country". Before he could react, he was surrounded by the rebels who rushed over. In the chaos, he could only order his subordinates to retreat.

He was semi-forced back to the capital by the rebels, and after resisting for a while, he accepted his fate.

He wanted to see his brother, he wanted to confirm whether his brother was really still alive...

There was a chaotic fight between the Imperial Guards and the rebels in the main hall. Bei Zhenqing saw Bei Zhenming being protected by the Imperial Guards ministers.

The two looked at each other, as if a thousand years had passed. The man's eyes were just as cold as they had been back then. Tears were about to burst out of his eyes. He stared into the man's eyes, hoping to see any other emotions in them, but there was none. The man's eyes were icy cold, just like the condescending death sentence he had received back then.

Bei Zhenqing wiped his eyes, catching a triumphant smile from the corner of his eye. Like a madman, he snatched the knife from the soldier next to him and leaped up, charging straight at the man. Imperial guards stepped forward to stop him. Nearly a hundred surrounded him, and Bei Zhenqing hacked them to death one by one. He was covered in blood, howling and screaming. He had to kill that man, he had to kill that man!

The imperial guards fell one by one. Bei Zhenqing was blood-thirsty and was about to kill that man. Bei Zhenqing stepped forward with a knife in his hand. A man flew over from the hall and landed in front of him to block him. The cold sword was against his neck. Bei Zhenqing saw the words on the cold sword, "Yulong", the sword of Emperor Dacheng. Bei Zhenqing looked up at the man along the sword.

The man frowned and looked at him coldly.

"Brother..." Bei Zhenqing made an extremely small sound in his throat.

Seeing this man, all his strength was drained away, and he fell towards him like a boneless person. Before he could touch the man's clothes, the imperial guards who rushed forward controlled him and dragged him away.

Bei Zhenming looked at the hand he stretched out subconsciously and was confused for a moment.