1. Counter insurgency
The day was bleak.
On the jade steps in front of the Xuanzheng Hall, there are piles of remnants of soldiers in disorder, and the white-toothed flying dragon reliefs are stained with layers of blood, forming a brutal and magnificent painting.
The man in the golden armor dragged his long sword and walked towards the Xuanzheng Hall. The tip of the sword crossed the ground and made a high-pitched and shrill stabbing sound. Fresh blood slowly trickled down the blade, forming a crimson line on the ground.
Behind him were thousands of menacing heavily armored soldiers, who had just experienced a hearty bloody battle, and the murderous spirit extinguished the prosperity of Miyagi.
"Attack!"
Dozens of armored warriors lifted up the giant wood and slammed it into the vermilion lacquer-carved palace gate. The sound shook the heavens and the earth, like the death knell of the Great Ye Dynasty.
Empress Jing Xia leaned on the Kowloon couch, coldly looking at the chaotic scene in front of her.
Jing Xia pulled out the sharp sword hanging in the hall and looked at it carefully.
The ministers panicked, and they all dissuaded: "Your Majesty is the foundation of the country, you must not judge yourself."
Jing Xia still stared at the sword in his hand, as if he had already made up his mind.
"The Son of Heaven died in Sheji. I will ask Gao Guo, and after I die, I will treat you all kindly."
The ministers fell to their knees with tears in their eyes.
The sound of fighting came again from outside the hall, and after a stick of incense, silence returned.
"My minister Jing Muyun, please forgive me for being late to rescue you." A
cold and firm voice came through a hall door, and all the ministers in the hall suddenly exploded, whispering incessantly.
Didn't Jing Muyun, king of Pingxi County, die in battle in the first year of Pingjia?
"Your Majesty, please open the door."
Jing Muyun's voice made all the officials panic.
"Don't open the door, Your Majesty, who knows if he's here to save you, or to kill the king?"
Jing Xia sneered, the feudal town has been divided and fought for many years, and Daye has long been an empty shelf beyond gold and jade.
Rescuing the emperor is nothing more than coercing the emperor to order the princes; killing the king is a one-and-done thing.
There is no difference between the two.
"Open the door."
The officials knelt down and kowtowed.
"Your Majesty, don't open the door!"
"Open the door!"
The originally soft and clear voice suddenly raised its pitch, and it was as cold as ice.
The imperial guards obeyed the order and opened the door of the palace.
Outside the door, Jing Muyun's golden armor shone with sparkling light, and the mottled bloodstains on it had not yet solidified, and there was a fresh smell of blood surging.
He knelt down on one knee, remained motionless, and respectfully waited for Jing Xia's order.
Behind him was a mass of soldiers and horses, all lined up outside the Xuanwu Gate, and they also bowed in unison.
In the clear sky, the people who had been dead for four years stood alive in front of the ministers with an army whose numbers and combat power were much higher than those of the Imperial Army.
Jing Xia shuddered, but his expression remained the same.
"Uncle Huang, please get up quickly and enter the hall to talk."
Jing Xiafu sat on the Jiulong couch again, supporting his precarious body with his elbows.
Jing Muyun bowed his hands and knelt down, calmly and solemnly reporting the military situation to the empress.
"Your Majesty, Gao Guo, the leader of the rebel army and the Jiedu envoy of Youzhou, has been beheaded on the spot, and the ministers and others have wiped out more than 27,000 rebels." Jing Xia looked at
Jing Muyun inquiringly. She tried her best to analyze his every expression, every tone of voice, trying to find out his real intention.
But those eyes were still so calm that she couldn't figure it out.
A king's greatest fear of his subjects is that he can't figure out what he wants.
If Jing Muyun was half an hour later, she would already be the soul of the rebels.
He could deliberately spend half an hour at night, wait for her to be killed, and then jump out to destroy the rebels.
At that time, he can not only win the loyal name of a sacrificed savior, but also become the emperor logically as the emperor's uncle.
But now, he broke into Miyagi, killed the rebels, and wandered in front of the emperor with a hundred thousand elites who could crush the imperial army at any time, but bowed his head to her as a vassal.
What is he planning?
Jing Xia's right hand was clenched into a fist, and she tapped on the copy, as if to vent her irritability.
Jing Muyun had finished speaking, but Jing Xia was still knocking on and off.
There was a long silence.
a long time.
The sound of knocking knuckles stopped abruptly, and the clear female voice resounded through the hall with ice-hardened sharpness.
"What exactly do you want?"
Jing Xia didn't hide her irritability and hidden anger, and completely took off the cloak of a king who is hypocritical and submissive to his heroes.
She almost died today, she didn't have the mental strength or the patience to hide her fear of him, and it was even more impossible for her to bother to act out a scene in which Mingjun thanked the savior's heroes.
The officials did not expect that Jing Xia would have such an attitude towards the God of War who had just made a contribution to saving the country.
But Jing Mu Yun remained silent.
half an hour.
Suddenly, Jing Xia laughed out loud, and the ending was cold to the bone.
She gets it.
Of course, such things cannot be said by himself.
You must be forced to wear a yellow robe and be rejected three times by your ministers, which can be regarded as a qualified political performance by the monarch whom the people aspire to.
"I can sit in Zen."
Jing Muyun's breath stagnated, as if he couldn't believe what she just said, and raised his head eagerly to defend himself.
"I don't want that seat."
Jing Xia saw that look again.
Those eyes were wet, filled with indelible gloom, but morbidly burning with fiery piety.
He raised his head and looked directly at her.
As if begging her.
My noble and licentious God, please don't trample on my sincere heart of offering sacrifices.
"I want Your Majesty."
All the ministers were stunned in place, and several loyal and upright ministers kowtowed and pleaded.
"Your Majesty can't do it, Your Majesty is your niece!"
Yes, it was Ah Xia who broke the secret of his secret love for her, and it was Ah Xia who wanted to be a couple with the little Huangshu regardless of the disorder.
Jing Xia seemed to have heard some big joke, and suddenly laughed out loud.
"I have been married to Qin Heng for four years. Could it be that you want to be young?"
All the officials were completely panicked. They were afraid that Jing Xia's contemptuous attitude would anger Jing Muyun, and the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses outside the palace would be ignorant. crush their heads hesitantly.
Three or two courtiers pleaded sadly.
"Your Majesty, be careful !"
