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Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi took a carriage and hurried outside Chang'an City.
At the highest peak of Xiuling in Lishan Mountain, the beacon tower towers into the clouds. The city wall to resist foreign invaders connects countless undulating mountains and winds towards the end of the sky.
With the posture of majestic kings and tyrants, they look out at the foreign races outside the country and protect the territory of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.
At this time, wolf smoke was everywhere on the beacon tower, conveying the news of the war to the local princes, calling them to rush into Chang'an King Qin with thousands of troops and horses.
Nan Baoyi held Xiao Yi's hand and jumped out of the carriage.
There were armies in all directions, and the elders of aristocratic families from all over the place looked at each other and asked each other in low voices, completely confused as to what was going on.
Nan Baoyi raised his head.
On the beacon tower, the tall and handsome man stands in the wind.
He wears a bright yellow four-clawed prince uniform, a golden crown, and a magnificent utensil.
It¡¯s Xiao Zizhong.
He held a torch in his hand and looked down at the thousands of troops gathered with a smile. From time to time he looked towards the official road in the distance, as if he was expecting more troops to arrive.
Nan Baoyi whispered anxiously: "Second brother, what is he going to do? Lighting the beacon fire privately is a capital crime! Before he was officially canonized as the prince, he took the lead in putting on the dragon robe, which is arrogance!"
Xiao Yi frowned.
He stared at Xiao Zizhong for a long time and whispered: "He is making a last ditch effort. Being forced to this point, I am afraid that he learned that Wen Zhining is no longer alive. If I am not wrong, Wen Zhining is here He committed suicide yesterday."
"The Wen sister is dead?!" Nan Baoyi's face turned pale instantly, "But, but"
Scenes of the Yuan night passed by before my eyes one after another.
Nan Baoyi asked herself, if she were Wen Zhining, and no one in her family survived, and she hated the wrong person, causing trouble in the city with thunderous means, killing many innocent people, maybe she would choose not to live anymore.
She hit her head and said in frustration: "It was my fault. If I had sent someone to find Sister Wen after Yuan Ye, I might have been able to prevent her from committing suicide"
Xiao Yi looked at her.
The little girl¡¯s face was full of guilt.
He held her hand and comforted her seriously: "Nan Jiaojiao has done a good job. Wen Zhining chose this path on her own, no one can blame her. The Wen family is full of character, and it is painful for her to live alone."
Nan Baoyi lowered his eyes.
She remembered the first time she met Wen Zhining.
The girl was thin and petite, but stubborn as hell. When she saw her, she fell to her knees, straightened her back and said that the Wen family was innocent and begged her to reverse the case for the Wen family
If, if she were willing to agree to her then, would everything in the future be different?
Nan Baoyi bit her lip and leaned sadly into Xiao Yi's arms.
The overwhelming sound of horse hooves came from the official road.
Nan Baoyi looked over.
Shen Yijue came with tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards. His handsome face was solemn and ferocious, and he shouted: "Xiao Zizhong, are you crazy?! Do you know what treasonous things you are doing?!"
On the beacon tower.
Xiao Zizhong raised his eyes to admire the wolf smoke rising among the mountains and rivers, and smiled: "I know it. Nowadays, the court is in chaos, treacherous ministers are in power, women are involved in politics, and I lit the beacon to seek support from the aristocratic families and protect the mountains and rivers"
He looked down at the ignorant aristocratic families and princes, and said loudly: "The Shen family is plotting rebellion, and Queen Shen wants to usurp the throne. I am the crown prince of Dayong, and I want you to kill all her 100,000 Jinwu guards and regain control of Chang'an! Who can kill Shen? The heads of those who have been discussed will be given to thousands of princes and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"
The aristocratic families and princes looked at each other in shock.
The Shen family is so powerful that many of them have received favors from the Shen family.
Wanting them to fight against the Shen family
Absolutely impossible.
Xiao Zizhong put on his armor calmly.
He pulled out his long sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone here, all loyal ministers of my Xiao family, please go out with Gu to annihilate the Shen family. Protect the mountains and rivers, and bless the world's well-being!"
The army of hundreds of thousands of princes stood still.
They looked at Xiao Zizhong quietly, with pity, helplessness, and ridicule in their eyes.
The young prince shouted and jumped down from the beacon tower alone.
He rode a horse, raised his sword high, and attacked Shen Yijue with the force of thunder.
The silver armor reflected the biting cold light of late winter, and there was deep hatred in his eyes, as if he wished he could devour the flesh and blood of the Shen family!
"As all loyal ministers of the Xiao family, pleaseGo on an expedition with me! "
The young man shouted again while galloping.
But no one responded to him.
Thousands of troops were silent, not even pretending to assist.
Shen Yijue looked at the young man who was attacking him.
The young man¡¯s eyebrows were handsome and beautiful, and he looked very much like the prince who was as gentle as jade.
He raised his hand and touched the scar under his left eye.
¡°Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly lost the courage to hold the knife.
He once watched the crown prince commit suicide on the bank of the Weishui River. Would he force another brother to death again?
??Is it right or wrong for my aunt to take power?
Seeing that he had no reaction, the young general under his command quickly ordered: "Capture the third prince alive!"
The Jinwu Guards surged out like a tidal wave.
Xiao Zizhong rode alone, like an unsheathed sharp blade, with a lonely but never looking back posture, resolutely rushed into the tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards!
The blades of the knives meet.
The young prince ran rampant among the iron-barrel-like army and fought alone.
He is like a crazy trapped animal.
Nan Baoyi glanced at Xiao Yi, and seeing that his expression was calm, she couldn't help but glance again.
Xiao Yi said calmly: "Don't look at me, I can't save him. A person whose heart has died is just a shell, and no one can save him."
Nan Baoyi shook his hands.
She looked at Xiao Zizhong again.
He kills fiercely and attacks all the time. He doesn't care whether he will be injured. He really fights with death in mind.
Even though Jin Wuwei didn¡¯t want to take his life, Xiao Zizhong was still seriously injured and dying until the end of the battle.
The horse died in battle.
The young prince rolled off his horse in embarrassment and knelt on one knee holding a long knife. His handsome face was spattered with blood and his armor was in pieces.
He raised his red phoenix eyes, panting, and stared at the iron barrel-like Jin Wuwei in all directions.
Blood gushes out from the wounds all over his body.
He lost too much blood and could no longer survive.
He chuckled and suddenly looked up at the sky.
The clouds are broken and the winter sun is bleak.
The little girl who was his childhood sweetheart has turned into a star in the sky.
Xiao Zizhong suddenly looked at Xiao Yi from a distance.
He said hoarsely: "The biggest regret in this life is that I didn't have time to have a drink with you. The four of us brothers have never gotten together. Brother Second Emperor, I will take the first step In the next life, I will be a brother with you again ¡¡±
He slowly fell to the ground.
The cold wind is blowing.
A plum blossom beside the beacon trembled and shook off the snow. A few round petals floated over and fell gently on the young man's shoulders.
In a trance, the plum blossom seemed to be someone's soul.
Wearing a snow-white blouse and a green radish skirt, with two plum blossoms on her bun, she was smiling and extending her hand to him, gently calling his name: "Zizhong, Zizhong, let's go home."
It¡¯s that cold and stubborn little girl from the Wen family.
Xiao Zizhong stared into the void with a satisfied smile on his lips.