More than eleven o'clock in the evening. The hell.How cloudy.The gardens in the gardens, the gardens.The solitary nobles took the close-in maid and eunuchs shuttled to the Xiyuan and went to the royal study.The footsteps were in a hurry, and the look was panicked.

Not long ago, in the hour of Yongfang, less than 1 li, the gun roared, and the shouting and killing were getting closer and closer.This makes the West Garden shake, fear, fear everywhere!Panicked like the plague!

Most of the eunuchs and housewives in Xiyuan are like ants in hot nests.They want to find a safe place to hide, or prepare to surrender.The solitary nobles seeking refuge in the royal study are the embodiment of the panic in Xiyuan!

The Beijing battalion has not been able to help for so long, and the rebels are coming!The magnificent, mysterious and solemn royal garden, Xiyuan, can no longer bring people any sense of security!Jasper is going to kill!

After the eunuchs, Xu Yan Tongxiang, the lonely nobles did not pay attention to the guard and Song Pu of the warm pavilion outside the royal study, and quickly stepped into the royal study.

Lonely noble people wearing a blue tight body wrestling suit, less than 1 meter 6 body petite, curves ups and downs, beautiful and unprovoked!She bowed down to the ceremony, and said in an unsettled manner: "Your Majesty, the sound of guns outside Xiyuan is constant, the concubines are afraid, and you come to see your majesty in the royal study."

The library is brightly lit.About 50 eunuchs served inside and outside the royal study.After the big case of the yellow silk, Yongzhi Tianzi was lying on a soft bed, and his face was gloomy.The whistling outside the cede came faintly.

The beautiful, beautiful and serretted face stood aside, and her body trembled slightly.Unlike the pussy of listening to the opera in the Asahi, she is now really afraid!Jia Huan wants to lead the rebels to fight in, the situation is critical!Just now, the son sent Huamei to the door of Xiyuan to recruit a soldier.

“Clear, flat!”The path of the son of God.He was not willing to comfort his wife.Instead, we are thinking about the current situation.Countless thoughts and pictures flashed through his mind.He ascended the throne for twenty-one years and defeated countless enemies!

There has never been such a mess tonight.Repentance and anger are intertwined.I regret not killing Jia Huan earlier!So that there is such a dilemma.

God’s heart is indulging.In the library, no one could see his thoughts.However, one thing is for sure, he heard the pride and pride of Jia Huan's rebellion countless hours ago!

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At this time, Huam was at the western gate of Xiyuan, the position of Zhenwei Camp.He was accompanied by the two thousand chiefs of Zhenwei camp, and the command of the temple front guard department, Tang Long.This is the last line of defense, there is no retreat!The messengers around him spread the word to the depths of the West Garden.

After the humble courthouse piled up in woven bags filled with earth, looking at the rebel positions about 200 meters away, thousands of miles of mirrors, you can clearly see that Jia Huanfang is gathering artillery.The artillery of the Zhenwei camp in Xiyuan has already been destroyed.

For many years, he was well-fed.Hold on to the fear of the heart.The current situation in the West, he had to come!He is the Chief Airline Minister.Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly behind the earth wall: "This official Hua Mo, where is Jia Ziyu?"Please come out and answer!”

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A door of the gun has been corrected for the position at the west gate of Xiyuan.The artillerymen were nervously preparing.

Jia Huan with a guard, hidden in the dark after the artillery position.The sound of trolls came from the west.The Luo guerrilla of the Shule Army was next to Jia Huan, and he gently reminded: "The next door is to talk about the conditions."

In fact, there is some fun in my heart.The opposite Chinese university teacher did not know about Jia Jean Jun's performance in the end of the Northern Court: to motivate morale and attack directly after!Why did Mr. Jia talk to people about conditions before the war?

Jia Huan's face was thin, his posture was upright, and he was wearing a long shirt of water blue.His face was still calm, but he did not hide the sadness, sadness, and resentment of his eyes.Two words: “Fire!”

He didn’t want to talk to trolls!

The death of the mountain chief, Mr. Ye, the big brother, the first offender is Yongji.The second offender is Song Pu, and the third is Hua Mo.Without the help of Hua Mo and the fall of the underground stone, he will surely be able to drag for a few days until the Shule army arrives in Beijing.

He is in the army tonight and does not accept any conditions!He only wants sacrifices: blood, human heads.To comfort and honor the spirits of the teachers and friends in heaven!

Behind Jia Huan, who acted as a messenger, yelled, “Fire an artillery!”

In front of the position, Zhang Sishui pointed to the sharp sword and ordered all the artillery to "fire!"

“Bombing!”“Bombing!”“Bombing!”

More than 80 artillery salves!Round and round!The fire of the artillery in the moment of firing, reflected in the dark night sky.It's as beautiful as fireworks!

The loud roar and roar shook Xiyuan and Beijing.Shake the mountain!Awere the earth!Remember, this is not thunder!This is hot, destroyed magma is spraying thin!

At the gate of the Xiyuan, a piece of fortifications was destroyed in fierce artillery fire, and a large and beautiful castle hall of Xiyuan collapsed.Night and screaming innumerable!The sound of it is whispering!

“Ah...”

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A team of soldiers crossed Jia Huan and killed Xiyuan.The gunfire is extending into the depths of the Xiyuan, and the rifles are fighting together.Very high tactical skills!

Tonight, at this time, all eyes of Beijing are on the West Garden.Beijing camp in the north of the city, the guards of the nine gates of Beijing, hundreds of officials, the nobles, the palace, the royal family, all of them are in high places, watching the battle of Xiyuan!

At this time, such as Shenqiu, Shen Cheng, Wu Wang, Ning Tao, Queen Yang, Shu Wang, Qichi, Hu Yan, Jinshang, Yin Yan, Wei Hanlin, Hu Xuan, Lis, Zeng Jin, Yin Peng, Zhao Heling, Cheng Guoguo, Meng He, Feiyuan and others, can see the fire of Xiyuan!

What kind of baptism of war was experienced by the army under Jia Huan in the western region, and how could it be so sharp?

Breaking the Xiyuan does not mean that Jia Huan's coup d'état was successful tonight!But it must mean that the Lord is in trouble!

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The garden has a rectangular layout.It is less than 1 km wide and about 3,500 meters long.And the west gate of the Xiyuan is facing the Yongfang of the hour, about in the middle of this rectangular.

About four thousand infantrymen, under the cover of artillery fire, into the layout of the compact, beautiful temple of the West Garden.Under the leadership of the small eunuch Feng Jin, the long drive straight into the Yuan Temple.Feng Jin is the dry son of the old eunuch left by the Yan King's mother, Zhou Guifei.In Yongji's political battle after fourteen years, Jia Huan used it once when he fought against the nobles of the merchants.

The raging flood, running down.At this time, there is no need to describe the mood of Tanglong, which was bombed by artillery, two thousand heads of the Zhenwei battalion, and the command of the Pre-Hainan Guards Division.

More than a thousand soldiers faded like a tide.Run to the West Garden, retreat, only hate parents less than two legs.

About ten minutes later, Jia Huan, surrounded by the garrison of the guards, stepped into the Xiyuan Garden and went to the Yuanyuan Temple.

Walk in the main road of the Xiyuan, the sound of killing is continuous, and the scalp of money is tingled!It's not fear.rather excited.In the view of Qian Huo, breaking the Xiyuan and seizing the emperor, the coup industry has been successful.It's an unspeakable pleasure, a heart-wrenching!

In the Beijing master, he is only a humble little person, but the Lord is worried and humiliated.The anxiety of the third master for several months, the pain of recent days, how can he not know?And now, all the accounts can be counted well!

Spend millions of silver dollars, the beautiful Xiyuan fire, the fire is burning, Jia Huan silent forward, walking, his way!

The mood of the heart, like a wave, is like a fire rushing!

“Dad, I met a nice guy in town last year.Thoughts have been around for a long time.Today, I want to ask my brother Jia for a wonderful word to help me win the beauty of my heart."

"Brother Jia, you stay in Beijing for a lot of chores, or return to the school to study more."Years, instantly.”

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When Jia Huan stepped into Xiyuan, he was in Yongfang, a small building in the front yard of Qichifu.Dozens of soldiers downstairs.The building, Qi Chi and the staff Hu Yan two people in the building holding thousands of miles of mirrors, watching the fire in the West Garden spread.The mood is hard to say!

Blame it on Jas?Even the hardcore royalist Wu Wang felt bad to blame!The students in the library are really bad!Use the monarch's platform to always restrain Jia Huan: the king's courtiers have to die!Does Jared believe that?

He asked, “Good man, are you in the army?”Qifu now has 500 elite guards, the same veterans killed from the Western War.

“Oh, hey, Jade!”He shook his head, “He’s too hard!”

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“Brother Jia, you are a member!”

“Brother Jia, get out of the work!”

“Mr. Ye is too biased.I wait every few days to ask for advice.Today, it is just Ziyu going back to Beijing.Those who know me, I am worried.”

“Jade, if you were in the position of the mountain chief, would you not have an admonition for heaven?”

The fire is over!The trees and the temple were on fire, and it was claming in the fire.Military music, drumming.The mighty army passed by.On the side of the blue stone slab, a blood-stained temple of Shi Hua Mo fell and sat, gasping for breath and groaning in pain.Two guards guarded him.

Humo was wounded in the fierce shelling of the Shule Army just now, one leg was broken, and the blood flowed.He saw Jia Huan coming from the main road.

As an old bureaucrat, he sprayed Jiahuan at this time: the thugs and thieves, everyone got it!That is certainly impossible.That's looking for death!However, after the coup, it is still necessary to maintain the big picture!This is his strength!

Huam asked loudly, “Jia Huan, what are you going to do?”However, Jia Huan's footsteps did not stop, and he looked at him coldly.Take the guard through the hall.Along the way, pass through the Fengze Garden, the West Eight, and go to the Yuan Temple.

In this elongated picture, Gao Zi, one of the leaders of Jia Huan's personal defense, went to Huamo, pulled out the waist knife, and in his sixties, his hair was white, which looked like the neck of an ordinary old man.

Humo seems harmless to people and animals, but people who are familiar with him know that he is cold-blooded to political enemies.Ji Xingsheng, Zhang Anbo...

The knife of the high weight retreated a little, and then suddenly waved over.

Blood, it's pouring!

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The garden was broken, and five minutes passed.All eyes of Chicago are gathered in the West Garden.When the left is in the history of the royal family and Wei Guogong Qichi did not send troops, everything means that the situation is irreversible!

Shu Wang ran from the north of the city to the north of the city, and went to the Xian Yifang Wu Wangfu in the west of the city to see Ningtiao.

Jia Huan, with his own guards, will pass through the prison hall and will arrive at the Yuan Temple in the South China Sea of Taishuchi.He just came to the door!

At the end of the nine-year flood in Yongji, he was under Miaofeng Mountain, and the teachers, Mr. Sha, and classmates, at the foot of the college, greeted Qiao Rusong, Weiyang, Xu Yinglang, and Liu Yi dust, who were returning with food.The mountain chief called him a poem.High school boy!The wind is beautiful!When he fainted, it was the big brother who helped him.

Yongzhi 13 years in the summer and autumn, June 28th, he and Bao sister married, that day, with a buckle of poetry, ten miles of red makeup.It was the big brother who made him the best man.

During the prison meeting, the big brother's sprinkling.In the execution, the big brother faces the guilt of his wife and children, and tears in pain!

The picture of this scene is like floating in front of Jia Huan.Does anyone know that he witnessed the head of the big brother and rolled on the ground, how was his mood at that time?Who is it?

A head of a thai, that’s not enough!

Jia Huan stepped into the library of the Yuanyuan Temple.

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A large number of sergeants of Shule, Jia Huan's personal guard, surrounded the inside and outside the royal study.Water is not open.At this moment, the guards of the royal study have been cleared in the spray of artillery and flaming guns!

Ten minutes ago, Tang Long returned to the royal study, together with Wei Hong, Song Pu, lonely noble, green beauty, eunuch director Xu Yan persuaded Yongzhi Tianzi to take shelter.But the Lord refused to run away!

The atmosphere in the library is extremely depressing!

Several eunuchs, as well as the green beauty standing by Yongzhi Tianzi, sobbed in a low voice.

The study, sitting in the north facing the south of the sandalwood desk, Yongzhi Tianzi sat on the soft bed, the look is gloomy, unhappy, holding the soft handrails thin, hard, green barren exposure, drink: "All shut up."Crying what?I am not dead yet!”

Jia Huan rebuked the sound of the son of Yongzhi Tianzi in this, with Zhang Sishui, and Qin Hongtu walked in.More than 50 guards, such as Qian Hu and Hu Xiaoyi, followed.Gao Zihe will be the king's head, Hua Mo's head, left on the ground!

“Ok!”“Ok!”The two heads, rolling, the smell of blood is full!

Except for the guard, Song Yi, Yongji, everyone bowed their heads!The green beauty suppressed the cry, and the involuntarily shivered!

The lonely noble man stood on the side of the desk, she and Jia Huan old, and the Wu Wangfei lonely clan is a people.But at this moment, the situation is as frightened and trembling as it is, and dare not speak out.Who knows if Jasper has killed the red eye?

Yong Zhi Tianzi's eyes stared at Jia Huan coldly, eyes Yin, holding the handrail, sitting straight to the rickety body, word of the word: "Jia ring, you are very good!"One word, one word, gritted teeth!

Jia Huan looked at Yongji, his old face, under the light of the day, so ugly, hateful, to kill!That old bastard!

His anger, like a mighty wave, roars!

Jia Huan snored, “Honest, take someone to drag him out!”It was the first time he had come to the West Court!

“Do you dare?”

“Slow down!”

Two college students, Wei Hong and Song Pu, flashed, blocked the fourth of Hu Xiaosi in front of the party, and Shulez.The two of them were in a straight line of clothing.

Wei Hong and Jia Huan have a relationship, but he is also a university student in the Zhou Dynasty, and discouraged: "Zi Yu, this is the end!"What conditions can you say.Killing your father is unfaithful!The world will not allow you.”

He did not use harsh words to accuse Jia Huan.Even the hardcore royalist Wu Wang felt bad to blame!The students in the library are really bad!

Use the monarch's platform to always restrain Jia Huan: the king's courtiers have to die!Does Jared believe that?

Only blue history!The saints are spring and autumn, and the thieves are afraid!

Jia Huan did not be rude to the defender, and the voice said slowly and forcefully: "Wei Xiang, Yasheng said: Smell a husband, unheard of the king!"

When Jia Huan spoke, Qin Hongtu swooped over with his relatives.

The students of the school are clear.Wei Hong has maintained the college, the mountain chief, Jia Huan, naturally no one will be rude to him.And Song Pu was stabbed to the ground by Qin Hongtu, stabbed a knife, and stabbed Song Pu in the chest.Blood is out, stained with red clothes!

"Ah..." Song Yi uttered a deplorable scream, he has been in such a good manner in all these years, why has he suffered such pain?

The mountain is unforgivable, unmistakable!And the library was closed down, Mr. Ye, Big Brother, what are they?If there is no Song Pu's play, how can there be such a crime?How does he not hate?

The head makes a cup and drinks the blood of the enemy!

Qin Hongtu drew his knife, took the guard around the desk, and dragged the Yongji, who was holding the shelf and trying to spread the majesty of the emperor, like a sheep.Hold on, go around, and throw yourself in front of Jiahuan.

Zhang Sishui pulled out the long sword between his waist, took the first half of the way, and said quietly, “Zi Yu, I will kill this dog emperor!”The people of God, in history, do not end well!He was willing to replace Jas.

Wei Yang looked at him.

It was not a shock to kill the emperor, and someone else rushed to do it!I am amazed at the determination of the students to avenge!But, at this moment, the dignity and order of the Zhou Dynasty, at this moment, are severely trampled by Jia Huan, without leaving room!

More than a hundred years of the week, as if at this moment, is collapsing!

Jia Huan refused, took out the fire thighs he bought in the western region from his bosom, and said coldly: "Borren, I'll come myself!"

At this time, Yong Zhizi breathed on the ground and lay on the ground, and all his dignity and majesty were trampled on the ground at this time.At this moment, he is not a high emperor, he is an ordinary man!Even if he's wearing a dragon's robe!His hands were trembling.He felt the fear of death and cried out, “I am the son of heaven!”

“Oh my God, you are paralyzed!”He stepped on the head of Yongzhi Tianzi, pressed hard, stepped on the flat, and made a "hobby" sound in the mouth of Yongzhi Tianzi.Jia Huan put the fire in the temple of Yongzhi Tianzi and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”“Bang!”“Bang!”

The shot and the death, all the hatred, with Jia clasp the trigger, and disappeared!Jia Huan's heart is stirring, resentful, and emotional, like a rolling wave, after reaching the peak, with this gunshot, vent!

The royal study, all the eunuchs, the maids, the lonely nobles, the green beauty, the defender, Xu Yan all knelt down, sent away for Yongzhi Tianzi, and cried, “Your Majesty!”

When these people knelt down, Jia Huan slowly stood up, and he stood on the body of Yongzhi Tianzi!The gun in his hand fell.

At that moment, Jia Huan's brain, so empty!Since he entered the path, he has been suppressed by Yongzhi because of the identity of the child prodigy, and he is not happy.In the past eight years, he has been in danger several times and sent him to prison.The past, floating through!

Now, all this, it's over!He ended a generation of kings.

In front of his eyes, he seemed to see that the night sky, the mountain chief, Mr. Ye, the big brother, Zhang Chengjian, they were slowly walking far away!In Jia Huan's arms, his pocket watch, seconds hand, is dripping through midnight!