Chapter 554

"Just half a month! How did Gong Zilin cross thousands of miles and come to Chang'an City after all!" it took nearly seven days for her to fly to Chang'an market by lark, and it took four days as fast as possible! It is not easy to kill millions of troops all the way to Chang'an!

Yunshui looked up in surprise and said, "didn't the Lord order bingmu to make weapons suitable for military operations? Bingmu had been completely before he went to the dungeon, and taught many soldiers that with that thing, it's easy to kill directly into the city."

Song Ningyu slowly stepped back, a little weak.

"You go down." Ouyang Huo, finally they came to this day.

"Lord, the Tang emperor sent a letter and asked the Lord to wait at Longmen inn." song Ningyu glanced at her faintly, turned and walked out, waiting? She never waits for anyone, but there's one thing she wants to ask!

Chunsu stood at the window, looking coldly at the delicate figure gradually disappearing in the blizzard. He looked down at the burned fingertips when pouring tea. The fingertips were covered with faint pain. When he reached out to pick up large goose feather like snowflakes outside, the pain slowly alleviated a lot.

Four women in white slowly flew down from the roof, cleverly dressed Chunsu, and gently took off the plain white gloves and medicine on the fingertips of Tang's injured fingers. Add carbon fire and pour tea to make Chunsu's unknown identity more noble.

Yun Shui, who stood at the door, looked at Chunsu for a while, lowered his eyes and said suspiciously: "I once saw clouds in ancient books. The high priest of Huangdao wears a black woven jade robe full of stars all year round. Now it seems that it is not as it is said..."

Pure vegetable swept her eyes to carry water. Where could she see the charming state of her daughter's house? She only replied: "it's better to believe in books than to have no books."

"I've been taught. Goodbye." Yun Shui lowered his eyes, held his sword and fist, turned and left without any superfluous emotion. After so many years, they have been fighting in the Jianghu for so many years. They already know what kind of people should say!

Song Ningyu went all the way to the palace. Hongmeng's palace was very large. Originally, there were many concubines, which filled the whole palace. Now it seems that only the cold palace lanterns are still on in the wind and snow.

The sky was low and hazy, and song Ningyu stood firmly in it. Ouyang fire turned his back to the courtiers of the Manchu Dynasty behind him. He didn't know how he looked. Just at the moment song Ningyu stepped into the hall, the whole person was stiff.

"King! Now the momentum of Tang country has just risen! If you want to fight back, it's not inevitable!"

"Yes! King! That man is already at the foot of the city. Even if the enemy country is followed by a princess, he should not abandon Hongmeng because of a woman! Countless emperors have written history in Chang'an City for thousands of years, and must not be destroyed in the hands of the king!"

"You stupid king! Today, I respect the order of the emperor! Wake up you stupid king! You sank into the disaster of beauty and destroyed Hongmeng here! You!" the old old Fu with a crutch raised his crutch, stood up with a chair, walked two steps and gasped, shook to the imperial desk, waved his crutch and hit Ouyang Huo with sucking force.

As soon as Ouyang Huo raised his hand, the dark guard behind him had to stay where he was. Ouyang Huosheng received the stick, supported the imperial table in the imperial study, and said in a deep voice: "the things in the White Horse Temple must have been known by the Qing family. Now I want to tell you that Chang'an underground of the White Horse Temple was destroyed. In this case, do you want to be buried with Hongmeng who made fearless sacrifice and exhausted his courage?"

Ouyang Huo's words were extreme, but it can't be denied that it was also a fact. The old Fu smelled the words and sprayed out a mouthful of blood, which dyed the creases on the imperial desk red. As soon as the whole person kicked his legs, all the officials surrounded him one after another.

There were few loyal and righteous people in the court under the toss of the Empress Dowager. Seeing this, they knelt on the ground and said in a loud voice, "ministers are willing to listen to my king's order."

General Mu stood in the group of kneeling people, looking particularly conspicuous. He grasped the long sword in his hand and said in a loud voice: "minister, life is a man of Hongmeng, and death should be a ghost of Hongmeng! Swear to live or die with the soldiers!"

Ouyang Huo slowly sat on the golden chair in the imperial study, with a light smile on his face, like the warm sunshine in winter, especially sad in the bright and dark lights in the hall. Song Ningyu only felt a faint pain in his heart.

She doesn't know what ouyanghuo has done for her, but she has only one heart

"If you want to leave, you won't be obstructed. Your life is still valuable. You should think twice." Ouyang Huo looked lazy and leaned on the golden chair. He was full of hopeless momentum. All the ministers present shook their heads and sighed.

The leader knelt down towards Ouyang Huo and looked at the dress. He was at least three grades or more: "king, there are still young and old in the minister's family, and the minister is really..."

Ouyang Huo turned his jade finger and raised his hand, revealing a clear smile: "I understand, go."

The minister nervously glanced at the others, wiped the sweat on his face, thanked him again and again, turned around and ran out of the imperial study like a ghost chasing after his ass.

"King, my Jing is about to be born, Minister..."

"Go." Ouyang Huo didn't even look at the minister. He waved lazily. The ministers gradually grew more and more. General Mu stood among the generals with Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand. He glanced coldly at the literary ministers and snorted disdainfully: "Hum! People who only know the literary talent of Mo Zi will only run away when danger comes. It's better to kill the general with a halberd!"

The prime minister Wuhua glanced at general Mu and stood in front of Ouyang Huo's imperial desk with silent eyes.

The courtiers in the hall walked in a mess, leaving only a few ministers standing firmly in the hall.

To the surprise of prime minister Wuhua, the courtier of the Ministry of rites, who has always been famous for his cowardice, did not leave. Seeing his king's cold eyes looking at him with interest, he immediately frightened the courtier of the Ministry of rites who was kneeling on the ground, and stammered and stuttered: "Jun... King, anyway... Anyway, ministers, ministers are not old or young... No small, ministers..."

"You know, you get up." Ouyang Huo supported his chin and looked at the ground. The timid and trembling courtier of the Ministry of rites was a little sad and laughing. Did he stay because he was only alone? Speaking, he was also alone.

"Is there anyone else to go? After this village, there will be no shop." prime minister Wuhua brushed his imperial clothes, curled his fingers around the prime minister's crown belt, and put one hand lazily on the robe belt, looking cold.

There were a few courtiers kneeling below. With the sound of prime minister Wuhua, several people bit their teeth and finally stood up. The noisy hall was silent in an instant. Ouyang fire bent his fingers and knocked slowly. The hall was so quiet that even his breathing became extra careful.