Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi were riding in a carriage and hurried to the outside of Chang'an City.

The highest peak of Xiling in Mount Li, the beacon tower towers into the clouds. The city walls that resist foreign invaders connect countless undulating mountains, winding towards the end of the sky.

They looked at foreign races abroad in a majestic manner and protected the territory of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

At this time, smoke rose from the beacon tower, conveying the war information to the local princes, summoning them to the king with thousands of troops and horses to fight into Chang'an for the king.

Nan Baoyi held Xiao Yi's hand and jumped out of the carriage.

There were troops everywhere, and the elders of aristocratic families looked at each other and asked each other in a low voice, not understanding what was going on.

Nan Baoyi raised her head.

On the beacon tower, the man with a high-spirited posture stood by the wind.

He wore the bright yellow four-clawed prince uniform, with a tall golden crown and a majestic weapon.

It's Xiao Zizhong.

He held a torch in his hand, looked down at the gathering of thousands of troops with a smile, and looked into the official roads in the distance from time to time, as if he was looking forward to the arrival of more troops.

Nan Baoyi whispered anxiously: "Second brother, what is he going to do? It is a death sentence for igniting the beacon without officially enthroning the prince, so he took the lead in putting on a dragon robe, which is a traitor!"

Xiao Yi's eyes were heavy.

He stared at Xiao Zizhong for a long time and whispered: "He is making his last attempt. To be forced to this point, I'm afraid he learned that Wen Zhining is no longer alive. If I'm not wrong, Wen Zhining committed suicide yesterday."

"Is the sister of the Wen family dead?!" Nan Baoyi's face was pale in an instant, "But, but..."

The scene of Shangyuan Night, scenes passed by in front of your eyes.

Nan Baoyi asked herself, if she was Wen Zhining, and no one in the family survived, she would still hate the wrong person, and used thunder to cause trouble in the city and kill many innocent people, perhaps she would choose not to live anymore.

She pounded her head and said depressedly: "I was wrong. If I send someone to find the Wen sister after I went to the Yuan night, I might be able to stop her from committing suicide..."

Xiao Yi looked at her.

The little girl was full of guilt.

He held her hand and comforted her seriously: "Nan Jiaojiao has done a good job. Wen Zhining chose this path himself, no wonder anyone else. The Wen family is full of character, and she is living alone is painful."

Nan Baoyi lowered her eyes.

She remembered the scene when she first met Wen Zhining.

The girl was thin and petite, but she seemed stubborn. When she saw her, she knelt on the ground, and said with her back straight that the Wen family was innocent and begged her to overturn the Wen family...

If, if she had promised her at that time, would everything be different afterwards be?

Nan Baoyi bit her lip and leaned sadly in Xiao Yi's arms.

The sound of horse hooves came from the official road.

Nan Baoyi looked at it.

Shen Yijue led tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards to come, with a serious and ferocious face, and shouted: "Xiao Zizhong, are you crazy?! Do you know what kind of traitors you are doing?!"

On the beacon tower.

Xiao Zi raised his eyes and admired the wolf smoke rising among the mountains and rivers, and smiled: "I know. Now the court is in chaos, treacherous ministers are in power, women interfere in politics, and I lit the beacon fires in order to seek support from the aristocratic families and defend the mountains and rivers..."

He looked down at the ignorant aristocratic families and princes and said loudly: "The Shen family is planning to rebel, and Empress Shen intends to usurp the throne. Gu is the prince of Da Yong. Gu wants you to kill all her 100,000 Jinwu Guards and regain control of Chang'an! Who can kill Shen Yijue's head? Gu is given the Marquis of Ten Thousand Houses and rewarded a thousand taels of gold!"

The aristocratic families and the princes looked at each other.

The Shen family is powerful, and even many of them have received favors from the Shen family.

I want them to fight against the Shen family...

It's absolutely impossible.

Xiao Zizhong calmly put on his armor.

He pulled out his long sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone here, as long as I, the loyal ministers of the Xiao family, please follow the orphans to go out to fight and wipe out the Shen family with the orphans. Protect the mountains and rivers and protect the world and protect the health of the world!"

The army of hundreds of thousands of princes remained unmoved.

They looked at Xiao Zizhong quietly, with pity, helplessness, and even more ridiculousness in their eyes.

The young prince shouted and jumped down from the beacon tower alone.

He rode a horse, held up his long sword, and attacked Shen Jian Jue with the momentum of thunder.

The silver armor reflected the bitter cold light of late winter. His eyes were filled with deep hatred, as if he wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the Shen family!

"Any loyal minister of the Xiao family, please follow the orphan to go to war!"

The boy shouted again in a galloping.

But no one responded to him.

Thousands of troops were silent, and they didn't even look like they were equipped with assists.

Chen Yijue looked at the boy who was attacking him.

The young man had handsome eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looked very much like the gentle and jade-like crown prince.

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.

I once watched the crown prince commit suicide on the bank of the Weishui River with his own eyes. Will he force his other brother to death?

Is it right or wrong for my aunt to be in power?

Seeing that he had no reaction, the young general under his command quickly ordered: "Capture the third prince alive!"

Jinwu Guards surged out like a tide.

Xiao Zizhong rode alone, like a sharp blade unsheathed. With a lonely but never looking back, he resolutely broke into tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards!

The blades are connected.

The young prince rushed around in an iron barrel-like army and fought alone.

He was like a crazy trapped beast.

Nan Baoyi glanced at Xiao Yi and saw that he looked calm, he couldn't help but take another glance.

Xiao Yi said lightly: "No need to look at me, I can't save him. A person who has a dead heart is just a body and no one can save him."

Nan Baoyi shook his hands.

She looked at Xiao Zizhong again.

He was fierce in his killing and attacked the whole time, not caring whether he would be injured. He was indeed fighting with the will of death.

Even though the Jinwu Guard did not want to take his life, Xiao Zizhong was still seriously injured and dying after the battle.

The horse died in battle.

The young prince rolled off his horse in a mess, knelt on one knee with a long knife, his handsome face was covered with blood, and his armor was shattered.

He raised his phoenix eyes and gasped, while staring at the Jinwu Guards who looked like iron barrels in all directions.

Blood flowed out from the wounds all over the body.

He lost too much blood and could no longer survive.

He sneered and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The clouds are broken and the winter sun is bleak.

His childhood sweetheart has turned into stars in the sky.

Xiao Zizhong suddenly looked at Xiao Yi from afar.

He said hoarsely: "The most regrettable thing in this life is that I didn't have time to drink with you. The four of us brothers have never met. Second Emperor, I will take one step first... In the next life, I will be your brother..."

He slowly fell to the ground.

The cold wind blew everywhere.

A plum blossom beside the beacon tower shook lightly and rustled with snow. A few round petals floated and fell gently on the boy's shoulders.

In a trance, the plum blossom seemed to turn into someone's soul.

She wore a snow-white top coat, a green ivy skirt, and two plum blossoms were worn on the cloud bun. She was smiling and stretching out her hand to him, calling his name gently: "Zi Chong, Zi Chong, we're going home."

It was the cold and stubborn little girl from the Wen family.

Xiao Zizhong looked at the void, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Ning'er..."
Chapter completed!