Eastward Flow

"The palace gate, the palace gate can no longer be guarded!"

"Where is your majesty! The golden robe guard will send your majesty out of the palace quickly."

"Release the arrow! Release the arrow!"

It was early winter, and the cold night shrouded the palace city that had stood for a thousand years from top to bottom.The originally silent night was turned upside down by the flames that soared into the sky.After besieging the imperial capital for more than a month, the rioters who had been lying in wait for a long time finally tore off their disguise, exposed their sharp claws, and launched a final violent attack under careful probing.

The long ladder of the rebels climbed up the palace wall, and the sharp sword pierced through the armor of the garrison on the wall, beheading the hungry and fainting soldiers neatly.Warm blood was sprayed on the pitch-black city wall, congealing in an instant.The flames were blazing, and there was the handover of weapons everywhere, and the wailing of flesh and blood being separated.

Such a voice sounds stern and cruel.

"One two one... one two one..."

The huge top wood hit the thick city gate like a broken bamboo, burning and killing all the way, and broke through the city gate.

The sound of the horse's hooves rushed through the palace gate amidst the sound of the sharp sword's puffing, rattling through the silent hall.Su Yanqing, the commander in charge of the [-] gold-robed guards in the imperial capital, grabbed the reins and wiped away the blood stained on his face with his hand.

She raised her head, looked up at the white crescent moon above her head, and exhaled a breath of white air.

The sound of fighting continued to reach her ears. She kicked the horse's belly and rushed towards the imperial palace that fell under the shadow of the new moon.

The originally noisy palace gradually fell silent during the rebellion a month ago.The departing servants carried valuable treasures and fled the city surrounded by war in a panic.

All the way to the Qianyuan Hall where the emperor sits unimpeded, Su Yanqing knocked open the door without any notification, and saw the young emperor wearing a crown at a glance.

She was dressed in an orthodox black and red crown dress, which was more formal than at any time during her reign.It was the first time for Su Yanqing, the leader of the Golden Robe Guards, to see this young emperor, so serious.

Su Yanqing took a deep breath, stroked her knees and half-kneeled in salute, bowed her head and said: "Your Majesty, the rebels are going to capture the palace gate in less than half an hour. I hope that your Majesty will leave the palace immediately and go north to join the queen."

As if he didn't hear what she was saying, the flamboyant emperor who came out of Yunzhou only squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Aiqing came just in time, I have something for you here, please take someone north and hand it over to the queen." .”

"Your Majesty!" Su Yanqing raised her head, staring at the stubborn emperor.

The emperor paced back and forth, holding a silk book in his hand, and slowly walked out from behind the case.The long tail of the mianfu swept across the layers of jade steps, and he walked steadily with the flat crown on his head. The young emperor walked up to the bloody commander and handed over the silk book in his hand: "Go , go to the north, the people that Yuanzhou City really needs are there, don't follow alone."

"This is the imperial decree, Commander Su." The emperor walked out of the hall step by step with his cloud-climbing boots.

Taking the silk book handed over by the emperor with blood-stained hands, his eyes widened when he saw only a corner that was exposed.

This is... this is...

"Your Majesty!" Su Yanqing turned around and hurriedly looked at the leaving figure of that person, only to see that thin and frail figure melted into the night.

Under the cold moonlight, the slender emperor looked very fragile.In the distance, there was wind blowing from the battle, and amidst the hoarse sounds of swords, Su Yanqing heard the emperor, who was so slender and about to fall down at any time, say: "Aiqing, don't you understand the order?"

"Chen..." Staring at the back, the blood-stained commander clenched his teeth, his face was sullen, his eyes were full of tears, he knelt down on the ground completely, and said with a choked voice, "I obey the order."

The scorching tears mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks again.

The emperor with his back to her smiled freely when he heard the words, and stepped into the night step by step.

When the emperor left, the blood-stained commander hid the silk book, clenched the knife in his hand, and headed resolutely towards the north.

The melodious shakuhachi sound came from the deep palace, as if piercing through the riotous sound of swords.The emperor wearing a crown suit walked into the Fengxian Hall, held up a tree lamp holder, and lit the withered palaces one by one.The tongue of fire violently licked every inch of the dry place, and quickly formed a wall of hot fire, pressing towards the emperor playing the shakuhachi from all directions.It finally licked the tail of the crown, and burned all the filth inch by inch.

In the longest winter day of the third year of Yuanhe, the last star hanging above the astrolabe of the Zhongli Dynasty fell to the ground, marking the end of Chu's long 900-year rule and being completely sealed in the history books.

The young Emperor Chu Zhao took over the riddled country from the tyrannical Emperor Assassin, but was unable to turn the tide, and finally lost Yuanzhou City in the Liangshui riot.

In the same year, the Zen throne of Emperor Zhao of Chu and his empress Xuan Jingchen died in the imperial palace during a riot, which was known as the Xiayuan Rebellion in history.