latelenovela Chapter 227 The Prince of Flowing Water, The Iron Concubine 30
Chapter 227 The Prince of Flowing Water, The Iron Concubine 30
The city of Kyoto was broken, and [-] troops from the northern borders poured into the city. Ji Moqian led his troops all the way into the palace, but he didn't expect that when he stepped into the imperial study, he would see the little emperor on the dragon chair being cut by the traitor Jing Ming. He scratched his neck, lost his breath for an instant, and the corpse collapsed on the dragon chair.
After Ji Moqian was stunned, he became furious. He was about to speak, but at this moment, under no defense, a bloody cold sword pierced through his back, and the tip of the sword pierced and quickly pulled out.
Ji Moqian never expected that the people around him betrayed him. The moment he fell to the ground, looking back, the traitor was actually his confidant Feng Ye.
Under Ji Moqian's unbelievable gaze, Feng Ye drew his sword and stabbed in his heart fiercely.
Two fatal wounds pierced through the body. Even though Ji Moqian had a huge halo of pig's feet, he couldn't die at this moment. It's just that his wide eyes were sprayed with blood, and the effort fell short. This is the real death.
After Feng Ye killed Ji Moqian, he took command of the [-] Northern Border soldiers in the city.
In fact, more than half of these 5 people were comrades in arms drinking with Feng Ye in northern Xinjiang and killing the enemy. They are the real buddies, and Ji Moqian is equivalent to an airborne leader.
These people respected and obeyed Ji Moqian because of his status as the royal family, but they wholeheartedly recognized and followed his comrade-in-arms Feng Ye, so after Ji Moqian died, Feng Ye became the boss of this group of people smoothly.
No one knew that at the moment Feng Ye made his move, Yan Qiancheng's hand holding the weapon behind him never let go. It was not until the third prince was out of breath that Yan Qiancheng retreated quietly.
The battle situation in the city was changing rapidly, but outside the city, Zhou Jiayi led a hundred thousand troops to guard against this group of Luzhong militiamen, until someone sent a letter: Yan Ying asked her to gather outside the camp.
Zhou Jiayi thought that she and A Qian had already married on the road in Beijiang, and A Qian had been abolished as the crown prince, so Yan Ying, the crown prince, would not count. Thinking of this, the heroine planned to leave the city Talk to Yan Ying clearly.
In the thatched hut in the woods outside the city, Yan Ying didn't know if she could invite the heroine out. After all, the two armies were fighting, and the hero entered the city again. of.
Yan Ying said: If the heroine cannot wait, then she will take the risk of pretending to enter the enemy camp, but this will increase some uncertainties.
Just when Yan Ying was thinking about the second implementation plan, a handsome woman in military uniform walked in from the door, it was Zhou Jiayi.
Seeing that she dared to go to the appointment with only two soldiers, Yan Ying couldn't help raising her eyebrows, she didn't need to think about it, the game was over.
I originally thought that after the hero and heroine left, they would become smarter after going through so many ups and downs, but I didn't expect that I overestimated your IQ.
Yan Ying has lost a lot of weight due to the days of marching and toil. Her face looks a little pale and thin, but she still looks gorgeous: "Miss Zhou, you are here."
Zhou Jiayi walked in front of her, with a little guilt in her eyes: "Miss Yan, aren't you?"
Before she finished speaking, she saw the gentle, soft and weak girl on the opposite side raised her hand and slapped her on the back of the neck quickly and fiercely. Zhou Jiayi's eyes went dark, she felt faint, and her consciousness disappeared.
Yan Ying turned her body sideways, and saw Zhou Jiayi fell headfirst on her face.
Yan Ying exchanged [-] points from the system for a talisman to lock Zhou Jiayi's soul into this body to prevent the system from running away with the heroine, and then took out a rope to tie her up.
After doing all this, Yan Ying snapped her fingers, and Yan Xun led the troops to rush out to kill the two soldiers, then picked up Zhou Jiayi and headed back to the camp.
In the camp, Luo Bai looked around Zhou Jiayi over and over again, and finally said in disbelief: "Tsk tsk tsk, the prince just missed the position of heir apparent because of this woman. Could it be that Ji Moqian doesn't distinguish between beauty and ugliness?"
In short, he was blind!
In terms of appearance, family background, talent, scheming, and wisdom, this woman is somewhat comparable to Miss Yan.
Yan Xun thought about what his master had said before, and said thoughtfully: "Perhaps it's because I ate too many delicacies that I feel that porridge and side dishes are unique."
Luo Bai rubbed his chin: "Is there another possibility that Ms. Yan is too powerful, causing the former prince to be hit hard and feel ashamed?"
After all, this is not an ordinary woman, this woman is not a human being in general!
Yan Xun nodded: "Maybe..."
The two men looked at each other and reached an instant consensus.
In the Northern Xinjiang barracks, Yan Qianpeng replaced Zhou Jiayi's position with lightning speed, and temporarily stabilized the [-] soldiers and horses in Northern Xinjiang.
An hour later, the gates of the city of Kyoto were wide open, and fifty thousand soldiers and horses stopped at the gates in an orderly manner. Feng Ye, who was dressed in military uniform and had a murderous face, came out from the gates. The sword in his hand was still dripping with blood. Holding a bloody head, looking fierce, he walked up to Yan Ying step by step, knelt down and said: "Miss Yan, Feng Ye has lived up to the trust, the third prince's head is here"
Yan Ying stepped forward and helped him up personally: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Yan Ying took the head from Feng Ye, put it in a box, and asked, "Where's the little emperor's?"
Feng Ye turned his head and signaled Yan Ying to look up the city wall, only to see the little emperor's body was lifted and thrown down from the city wall by two eunuchs.
Yan Ying: This should be done by Jing Ming.
Among the Luzhong militia, some old officials heard that His Majesty had passed away, they couldn't help crying, they staggered and ran to the little emperor's body and knelt down, crying and wailing: "Your Majesty, it's all my fault for the late rescue. , the old minister failed the entrustment of the late emperor, and actually asked Daliang's blood to be ruined here..."
Seeing that the group of veterans had been crying for a long time without stopping, Yan Ying picked out her ears, feeling a little annoyed by the crying.
In the evening, without further delay, Yan Ying and Feng Ye rode their horses to the Northern Xinjiang barracks. After Yan Qianpeng got the news, he led his guards to open the door to greet him: "Yan Qianpeng welcomes the master!"
After hearing the news, the old generals from Northern Xinjiang were stunned. What's going on?
Aren't brothers Yan Qianpeng under the third prince Ji Moqian?Why did you suddenly call this woman master?
Also, why did General Feng Ye regard a woman as his master?
Yan Ying rode on a tall horse, and looked coldly at several old generals. These people have lived in the frontier for generations and held military power. They used to be the confidants of Emperor Liang, but now that Daliang is gone, you are my confidants.
The longer she watched them, Yan Ying's eyes gradually became more murderous. The serious troubles of her confidants had to be dealt with as soon as possible. The soldiers behind opened the box and saw the head of the third prince in the box.
The group of people in the barracks are all people who have been on the battlefield for more than ten years, so they are naturally not afraid of blood and heads. It is better to go to lift the scattered hair on the head and identify them carefully.
Yan Ying said loudly: "Listen, soldiers in northern Xinjiang, I am Yan Ying, the third daughter of the Yan family. kill all"
After Yan Ying's words fell, Feng Ye drew out his sword, and the fifty thousand soldiers following behind shouted and drew their swords towards each other.
Several old generals in the camp looked at each other in blank dismay. Like the Zhou family, they had been in the army for generations. Although they were not as powerful as the Zhou family, they were not as powerful as the Zhou family, but their strength should not be underestimated.
In the past, it was relying on the affection of the Zhou family and Ji Moqian's royal status to lead troops to attach himself to. Now hearing Feng Ye say that the third prince is dead, and the little emperor is also dead, the hearts of a group of old generals immediately became hot.
After all, they have an army of nearly [-], which is more than enough to fight against Feng Ye's [-]. If they defeat the weak soldiers in Luzhong, the world will fall into their hands.
Emperor, this is a supreme position.
No ambitious person can resist this temptation.
A 40-year-old man stood up and laughed and said, "You're a pretty girl. If you don't embroider at home, what kind of accent do you have here?"
As soon as these words came out, several old generals burst into laughter. Yan Ying was a weak woman, they didn't pay attention at all.
Yan Ying sneered, pulled out the sword in her hand, and rushed towards the horse under her crotch. The iron sword in her hand fell, and chopped off a person's head. When the scarlet blood splashed on her face, the long-lost The fighting spirit spread in my heart.