In front of Chengtian Gate, strictly speaking, it is not a battle.

Because it is just a massacre of the other party.

But there was a fierce and cruel battle beside Xuanjin Bridge.

This is actually a battle of ideas, to be precise, a revolution between the new and the old.

More and more people in the capital are involved in this battle with huge strength.

For nothing else, to protect his home and interests, His Highness the King of Wu asked for money cheated by the imperial bank for them, and for the victory of the Northern Expedition, which was already close to him...

In Zheng Yijin's words, "Dog, I'm really strange... The government army has a great chance of winning, but the people coming from all directions are helping us regardless of their concern... Even if there are eighteen or seventeen battles in such a battle, I'm happy!"

But Zheng Yijin was dead. How could the few Changlinwei secret stakes and the ordinary people gathered together be the opponent of the regular army? If it weren't for the large number of people, I'm afraid Liu Wu would not be able to escort the two girls to meet Wu Zheng at all.

But with a lot of people, it may not be as powerful as the power is greater. Therefore, when Liu Yuan arrived, Zheng Yijin had a breath left.

Zheng Yijin died in Liu Yuan's arms. His only remaining arms were hanging around his waist, and only a layer of skin was left.

When Liu Yuan found Zheng Yijin, he saw this miserable situation and wanted to kill all the people... all over the world!

Zheng Yijin's words were what he said in Liu Yuan's arms.

He later said, "Second brother... When he saw the prince, he told him for me... the people's hearts... on his side..."

When Zheng Yijin's head drooped softly, Liu Yuan, whose lips were blistering, let out a wolf-like roar. Several strands of blood burst out from the cracked skin of the lips and corners of his mouth, "Kill... kill all these beasts!"

Huang Changping didn't stop him, and he didn't dare to stop him.

Although his position is higher than that of Liu Yuan, today, at this time, he is willing to kill someone under the order of Liu Yuan!

The river water was stained with blood. Some people and some people in the capital were hard to tell.

....

From Chengtian Gate to Fengtian Gate, Wu Zheng walked this path many times.

Whether you go up or retreat or go out, everyone can only walk on both sides of the road, never walk in the middle, and you won’t even take a wrong step.

Of course, if you are mentally prepared to fight for a loss of money, you can also try it.

But today is different. Wu Zheng walked in the middle, stepping on a carved dragon on a stone. To be honest, it's really... boring.

It's uneven, the soft-soled boots can't block the discomfort caused by the unevenness.

If it is on weekdays, the censor should come out and scold and impeach.

But at this time, the imperial guards, who had lost their fighting spirit, knelt on both sides of the road in fear, as respectful as two rows of quails.

Wu Zheng walked very slowly.

First, there is no hurry, it’s already like this, why are you still in a hurry? Second, Wu Zheng needs to calm down and think about how he came to this endgame.

Wu Zheng is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry.

Compared with the quails on both sides of the righteous path, from Chengtian Gate to Fengtian Gate, countless eunuchs and palace maids on both sides of the righteous path were running.

According to Ma Shiying's meaning, Wang Zhongxiao should be asked to send troops to control these...poor people.

But Wu Zheng didn't accept it. The sky was about to collapse. Why are these ants still embarrassed?

....

The palace is really big.

From Fengtian Hall to Jinshen Hall, it takes one and a half poles of incense to run, let alone starting from Chengtian Gate.

The distance between them is too far, which makes it difficult for the fierce shooting sound in front of the military commander to spread far like artillery.

"... The old minister has informed the Ministry of Rites before... When this matter is underway, you only need to inform the clan mansion... and you can worship the ancestors and worship the temple... Your Highness can ascend the throne on the day." Huang Daozhou was already sitting on the brocade stool and gently beat his old legs.

This brocade stool was given to him by Zhu Ma.

For the Huang Daozhou, he was already satisfied.

What was satisfied was not the brocade stool given to him by Zhu Mai, but today's affairs... After the Qing army entered the pass, Huang Daozhou assisted the three dynasties and four emperors... Today, he finally accomplished one thing... and his merits were fulfilled.

As a scholar, he can only leave his name in history behind him.

As long as the eldest princess is restored, who else can deny her support?

Looking at the entire Jianxing Dynasty, only Mr. Shizhai is the only one!

However, Huang Daozhou felt a hint of regret in his heart. His Highness, King of Wu... is indeed a capable minister, a god minister, a pity... People cannot fight with heaven. Maybe Dad Wu gave his beloved son the wrong name, so what's wrong with him? I have to fight for it?!

Although I love talents, my personal love cannot overshadow justice. Even if I cherish talents, the King of Wu will die!

If he doesn't die, who can appease the arrogant soldiers and generals in the Northern Expedition Army?

Just give a hint of color and keep it, you will open a dyeing workshop... This is absolutely impossible.

When the imperial guards were dispatched, they had already told them that they would kill them when they saw them!

Thinking of this, Huang Daozhou glanced at Zhu Moe, who was sitting on the dragon chaise, with a blank expression on his face.

Your Highness is good in everything, but he is too fond of love.

How can those who face the south and the north face the north to allow personal feelings?

Only by cutting off all human feelings can one become a priest... But there is no need to worry anymore. As long as Wu Zheng died today, His Highness will be completely lost. From then on, he will be able to be fresh and have few desires and become the wise king of the new dynasty.

Zhu Moe was never as silly as her face.

My heart was turbulent and stormy. If this was not the case, it would not be enough to express her mood at this moment.

The good things in the world are not strong, and the glass is easy to break and the colorful clouds are dispersed.

The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face leaves the mirror and the flowers leaves the trees.

Wu Zheng, don’t blame me!

It’s not that I am greedy for authority, but this innate responsibility.

For today, my brother died, right in front of me...

I can't let it down, nor dare I let it down.

Go well, I will keep this life for you, be lonely... and end my old age.

....

Wu Zheng is still walking, and as he goes along, too many past events come to his mind.

Wu Zheng dared not forget or brushed away.

Memories are respect for the dead, whether it is a friend, an enemy, or those who do not even know their names.

Countless officials poured in from Chengtian Gate and followed Wu Zheng. Of course, it was behind Wu Zheng, on both sides, so that the imperial soldiers who were kneeling had to kneel down and retreat, leaving the aisle for these important officials of the court.

Wu Zheng left freely and officials followed respectfully.

At this time, there is no longer any ethical principles and righteousness in the past.

They only do one thing, no, one word...smooth!

If you have to add another word, it is... respectful, and then you will be respectful!

Wu Zheng walked very slowly, until he waited for the blood-stained Liu Yuan and Huang Changping.

After Wang Yi came, he was as obedient as the royal family behind him.

That's right, at this time, except for the forbidden area, no one in the entire Yingtian Prefecture would not know the one-sided battle in front of the Military and Ma Si. If it was necessary to call it a battle.

No one didn't know that by the Xuanjin Bridge, more than 100,000 people fought against thousands of Beijing troops, and tens of thousands of casualties. In the end, this Beijing army was shot and killed by the King of Wu's personal guard camp, and no one survived!
Chapter completed!