Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Zhaoyang Hall.

It is the oldest pavilion in Anyi City.It has been completed since the foundation of the city was laid. The imperial palace has been repaired several times, the city wall has been expanded several times, and the residences of the people have been changed hundreds of times.

Only by climbing up in person can you experience its towering.Standing on the hall and looking down, the line of sight goes all the way along the middle street, and you can vaguely see the gate of the outer city.Between the inner and outer cities, thousands of streets and thousands of households are concentrated into a microcosm, with a panoramic view.

It is the hall used for sacrifices in Yu State.If you want to pray to the gods, you must stand at the place closest to the gods.

Normally, the hall is quiet and empty, except for the annual grand sacrifice day, when all the ministers and officials come to court one after another, the noise is endless.

Emperor Jian sat in the sedan chair directly in front of the city tower, looking towards the magnificent city.Bai Yunfeng stands on the left bank, his figure is dignified and majestic.

This position originally belonged to King Chang. However, King Chang was not feeling well, so he asked for leave the day before the grand ceremony, and handed over the responsibility of guarding His Majesty to the young master of the Bai family.

Bai Yunfeng was not a descendant of the Si family, so it was inappropriate to act so far beyond his power and arrogance. However, Emperor Jian didn't take King Chang seriously, and he didn't even pursue his absence. Instead, he personally agreed to Bai Yunfeng to replace him. bit.

When the emperor speaks, the officials will naturally not talk too much.Moreover, they heard that the major general had been recruited as a son-in-law, and sooner or later he would become a son-in-law, and it was too late to curry favor, so of course they had no reason to object.

Princess Ping'an stands on the right side of Emperor Jian, dressed in a gorgeous dress, with a dignified and graceful demeanor.With her serving by his side, Emperor Jian was also immersed in joy, his spirit was a little better than usual, and he turned his head to talk to her from time to time.The latter nodded solemnly and responded one by one. The gold and silver beads hanging from his forehead made a faint sound, which aroused people's reverie.

Only Bai Yunfeng knew that she was not Si Yutong.

She is just a maid in Chang Wang's mansion, arranged by Chang Wang personally, pretending to be the princess to attend the ceremony.When she took the order, she was so frightened that she fell to her knees on the ground, unable to speak a word for a long time.At this moment, Bai Yunfeng could still see the timidity in her eyes.

The real Ah Tong is still sleeping soundly in the East Palace.

Deceiving the monarch without authorization is a serious crime worthy of execution, but Bai Yunfeng did it anyway.After all, Ah Tong has already suffered a lot that shouldn't have happened, so why not take a break?

He looked at the mountains and rivers under his feet. The prosperous capital was shrouded in the morning light, like a giant beast dormant on the earth.This magnificent picture did not cheer him up.During the few years when he was demoted to the frontier, he saw his father getting weaker and weaker, and his mother getting thinner day by day. Even if he tried his best, it was nothing but a mayfly shaking a tree, and it was difficult to restore the decline of the world.

He really didn't want to see the one he loves continue to fight stubbornly, hitting the stone with an egg, and falling to pieces.Knowing her identity, the rebel army is very likely to cause a mutiny. He only hopes to survive today, and in the future, she will no longer have to worry about it.

However, the reality always runs counter to the vision.

At dawn, commotion broke out in the city, and the rebel army really refused to withdraw from the city. Taking this as an opportunity, they set off a rebellion, broke through the barracks in groups, and rushed into the market.

The fighting situation spread like flames, and quickly burned all the streets and alleys. The people in the city were frightened and fled in all directions.From a distance, Bai Yunfeng saw the woman kneeling on the ground in pain, holding the child trampled to death by the rebels in her arms, but he seemed to be able to hear her screams from a hundred feet away.

Emperor Jian also noticed the commotion in the outer city and asked, "Yunfeng, what's going on?"

Bai Yunfeng immediately leaned into Emperor Jian's ear, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, don't worry, there are unruly people making trouble, and troops have been sent to deal with it."

The rest of the ministers were not so easily fooled. The Minister of Rites pulled him aside and asked, "Where is His Highness Prince Chang?"

Although his voice was deliberately low, his tone was urgent, Bai Yunfeng met his gaze, and said: "His Royal Highness Chang is not feeling well today, I will take care of the task of protecting His Majesty."

The Minister of the Ministry of War also asked: "General Bai, what do you think should be done? The rebel army is coming fiercely, but the defenders are not allowed to use their swords. The soldiers are also very difficult to deal with."

Bai Yunfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was the one who gave the order not to hurt anyone. After all, the rebels fought side by side with him, and he was always unwilling to kill.However, seeing that the defenders were fighting and retreating, completely unable to resist the coming of the rebels, his heart became more and more anxious.

Last night he clearly told Xiuchuan to stabilize the rebel army, but his ineffective younger brother was unable to take on the big responsibility after all, he failed to stop the rebellion, and he didn't know where he was at this time.

On the high platform, Emperor Jian also frowned: "Why haven't these people been driven out of the city yet? I said a long time ago, don't deal with people from the rivers and lakes, so as not to plant the root of disaster."

The vigilance nine years ago became a prophecy.The old and frail emperor didn't know that the Shenzhou under his feet had fallen into raging war, and it was beyond redemption.

The clouds above the head are getting thicker and lower, covering the capital city, wrapping the nascent sun in a thick haze.

The sky turned leaden gray, as if being engulfed in a black gauze, so sticky that it was breathless. Only a few stars were exposed in the northern sky. At dawn, the stars were still alive, and they were rarely lined up.

Someone in the rebel army stopped suddenly, raised his head and looked towards the sky: "Look, it's nine stars penetrating the sun." People around heard the sound and looked into the distance.

At this moment, they all heard the tremor.

In the northern sky, there was a surge of crimson sky fire, like a line of stars shooting down the sun, the residue hit the ground, and the smoke and dust aroused turned into thick clouds, completely covering the sky.

Nine stars penetrate the sun, and the country will be overthrown.

A loud voice came from the crowd: "If you don't fight now, when will you wait!!"

With God's help, the rebel army has become more and more fierce, and has rushed to the end of the long street, separated from the altar by a city gate.The Hall of Zhaoyang lay in the distance, covering half of the skylight.

In the distance, one can see the monarch in dragon robe on the city tower, whose figure is covered under the shade of the eaves, with only a vague point.

As expensive as the son of heaven, under this vast sky, it is just a small spot.

Among the rebels, an archer set up a feathered arrow and aimed at the spot.

His arrow is really far away from the target, a hundred feet high in the clouds, so ethereal and unreachable.However, he poured all his energy into the arrow, and the silver feather arrow drew a capable trajectory, passed through the vast crowd, and rushed all the way to the sky.

In the Zhaoyang Hall, the officials were startled.

They watched the arrows fall from the sky, aimed at the center of the tower, and almost pierced Jiandi's chest.At the critical moment, Bai Yunfeng drew his sword to meet him, and cut the arrow in two.

The archer also sees where the arrow is going.

He has worked hard all his life in archery, and he has practiced the kung fu of piercing Yang with a hundred steps, and a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon.

The last picture reflected in his eyes was the scene in the pavilion.Emperor Jian fell from the sedan chair, still in shock, and the officials behind him panicked and scattered like birds and beasts.

He thought, so this is the king of the Dayu Kingdom.So weak, so frightened.Every enemy he encountered was more courageous than this man.

Such an emperor, no matter what.

It doesn't matter if such a state of Yu is destroyed.

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind, and the next moment, his heart was pierced by feather arrows from all directions.

The defenders had locked the position of the assassin, countless sharp arrows descended from the city tower, piercing through his heart, and shot his chest into a sieve, leaving him full of holes and bloody flesh.

He fell on his back, but the cluster of arrows piercing from his back propped his body in mid-air, preventing him from falling down.

The bottom of his nose was no longer breathing, and the light in his eyes was gone, but he was still standing on the ground.Arms raised high, holding a bow like a full moon.

Like a banner.

The defenders finally received a military order: "Anyone who rebels against the party will be shot to death!"

The soldiers on the city wall waited for a long time, and finally showed their bows and arrows.

Silver arrows rained down from the heads of the rebels, blood everywhere.

Stepping on the corpses of their comrades, the rebel army continued to gather at the gate of the city, using their bodies as heavy hammers, one after another, they kept attacking the gate of the urn city.

At the same time, in the courtyard of Di's mansion, gusts of wind roiled, flying sand and rocks, and Di Dongqing was thrown to the ground by the wind, almost unable to move an inch.The figure of Tianxing has been swallowed by the black smoke, and the outline is almost invisible.

In front of his eyes was a melancholy wave of sand, and beside his ears were the increasingly shrill sounds of fighting.This ancient capital spanning thousands of years has turned into a hell on earth.

He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but was blocked by the sudden wind again.

——Is there really no hope anymore?

At this time, he saw it.

Under the dark sky, at the end of the endless night, there is a familiar figure, moving forward against the wind.