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Fortunately, although Nangong Wang is a little short-sighted, he is not stupid yet.
He also knew that when the emperor traveled, he would be escorted by tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Once these guards arrived on the mountain, the possibility of the dead soldiers being captured alive was extremely high.
He advanced the day of arson one night. At midnight on the night before Qingming Festival, the east wind picked up.
Qi Yan was standing in front of the west window of the dormitory, wearing a snow-white inner garment and an outer garment.
Just after the ugly moment, a burst of fire rushed straight into the bullfighting, dyeing half of the sky red.
Qi Yan couldn't control her excitement, she looked at the red sky and laughed.
??Old thief Nangong, that day you and Lu Quan forced the former Emperor Shang to set fire to himself. Did you ever think that retribution would come so quickly?
How does it feel for a person who firmly believes in the fate of yin and yang to see the retribution for his past evil deeds in his ancestral grave and his only legitimate daughter?
When the sentry on patrol at night saw the flames soaring into the sky and rushed down into the Cloud Tower, he lost his footing and rolled down the steps. He fell heavily to the ground but didn't bother to check himself, and ran straight towards Nangong Rang's bedroom
"Report!!!"
The sword guard at the door raised his sword and ax: "Who is it?"
"The villain is the soldier responsible for guarding. I will report to your majesty if I die, and the west mountain will be on fire!"
Niudaowei glanced to the west, turned around and opened the palace door.
Nangong Rang is old and sleeps very lightly. He opened his eyes when the soldiers shouted "report".
The soldier knelt in the center of the front hall: "Patrol soldier Zhang Chuan, I have something important to report to Your Majesty!"
Nangong Rang sighed, rubbed his temples and sat up: "Go and have a look."
Sijiu, who was guarding the door, got up from the floor and walked towards the outer hall.
"What's up?"
Zhang Chuan¡¯s face turned pale with fright, and he kowtowed repeatedly: ¡°Fire breaks out in the West Mountain, fire breaks out in the West Mountain!¡±
Sijiu was shocked, ran out of the main hall, looked west, turned around and ran towards the inner hall.
Kneeling down in front of the dormitory door: "Your Majesty, the night patrol soldiers are here to report There is a fire on the west mountain."
"What?"
Nangong let Huo stand up immediately. Perhaps he had been tired for several days and had not gotten enough rest. He felt dizzy and had a splitting headache, so he fell back on the bed.
"Here comes someone!"
Sijiu got up from the ground, opened the palace door and walked in.
The other chamberlains lit the lamps in the bedroom, and Sijiu helped Nangong Rang up: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body."
"Hurry up and help me go out and have a look."
"yes."
The chamberlain picked up Nangong Rang's coat and handed it to Sijiu. Sijiu followed Nangong Rang step by step and put the clothes on him.
The soldiers on night watch were still kowtowing in the hall and kept repeating: "Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, spare your life."
Sijiu shouted: "Get out of the way!"
The soldiers rolled aside as if they had been granted amnesty. Nangong Rang strode to the entrance of the palace and saw half of the sky in the direction of the west mountain that was reflected red by the fire, and his eyes went dark.
"Your Majesty!" Sijiu quickly held the person in his arms with quick eyes.
Nangong Rang took a few breaths before regaining his composure. He grabbed the door frame and stood up straight, his face extremely ugly.
He stared blankly at the fiery red in the distance, and his memory returned to the same time on September 13th, the fifth year of Qinghe's reign.
He and Lu Quan risked their lives and broke into the palace late at night. They wanted to persuade His Majesty to return to his lost ways and revive Chaogang, but they didn't expect Emperor Shang to be so hopeless that he drew his sword and hacked them.
Lu Quan drew his sword to block. During the fight, the two accidentally knocked over a Wanshou Changming lamp filled with several kilograms of lamp oil. The lamp oil spread on the ground and the fire "coaxed" it to burn.
The lamp oil stained the wide sleeves of Shang Emperor's dragon robe, and with a scream, Shang Emperor's body burst into flames.
The wails of Emperor Shang in the hall were louder than the others. He and Lu Quan were so frightened that after escaping from the hall, they simply blocked the door and locked Emperor Shang inside.
Until the screams and curses gradually weakened and stopped. In order to make things more realistic, Lu Quan captured the beloved Concubine Wan Gui again
The lamp oil was poured by Lu Quan, and the fire was lit by Nangong.
He still remembered that Concubine Wan Gui was covered in lamp oil, kneeling beside the charred corpse of Emperor Shang, crying so hard: "Please, please let me go. I was diagnosed by the imperial doctor a few days ago." Already pregnant
Concubine Wan Gui lay down at the feet of Nangong Rang, who was holding him, and pulled the hem of his official uniform: "Master Nangong, please leave a trace of His Majesty's blood. If he is the prince, I am willing to draft an imperial edict on his behalf."If Gong Jingnu comes back, neither of them can survive
However, another voice in his heart clamored for Nangong Jingnu not to come back.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.
Qi Yan suddenly grasped the fabric on her knees and slowly released it.
"My maid, Qiu Ju, has my consort gone to bed?"
"Not yet, I forgive Qi Yan for not getting up to greet her. Is there something wrong with Sister Qiu Ju?"
"There is no need for the Prince Consort to get up. His Highness is telling you: Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony. Please take a good rest, Prince Consort."
¡°I understand, please, Sister Qiu Ju, thank His Highness for me.¡±
"My slave, please retire."
When the footsteps could no longer be heard, Qi Yan lay back on the bed.
It¡¯s okay if you didn¡¯t come.
¡¡Very good.
The fire at the ancestral tomb in Xishan burned all night. Yongzhou is located in the south, and the snow on the mountain has long melted.
Coupled with the continuous sunny days, the water in the dead grass and broken branches has long since dried up. The dead man secretly lurked on the hillside in front of his ancestral grave, and threw up a handful of burning branches. The flames spread upwards along the hillside with the east wind, and in a moment they burned into a sea of ??fire.
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Qi Yan is so bad. When I conceived it, I obviously thought it would be great. Why is it so sad when I write it?
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