At noon on the 22nd, the sun and the sun of the twilight.The bells on the door stopped.Last night's war, the people of Beijing suffered about a hundred thousand losses.It is mainly concentrated in the inner city gate, and the main main roads in each square are families.

For example, the slaves who lived in the East Corridor, the West Corridor and the South Street of Ningrong Street outside Jiafu were affected by the military disaster last night.

However, this ratio is not enough to affect the daily order of Chicago.After Jia Huan obtained military power, in addition to negotiations, through the center located in Wuying Temple, he grasped three things: public security, transportation (food), and newspapers (public opinion).

After the curfew and martial law were lifted in the morning, the streets were already safe.Last night's rampage, hooligans, and routers were all detained by the jinn and the army.In the Beijing Daily preconceived, seize the high ground of public opinion to defend Jia Huan's soldiers, characterization, the vendors in the streets and cities opened the door to do business, and the people who worked came out to find work.With the rumors of flying in the sky, Beijing and China have slowly recovered in the sunshine according to their huge inertia.

For the people: the earth is big, the food is the biggest!The drastic change of power in Kyoto is too far away from them.As the so-called: white-haired fishing on the river, used to see the autumn moon spring breeze.A bottle of wine meets.How many things in the past are laughing.

And for the sergeants: the mountain collapses, the heavens and the earth are discolored, and the country is fluttering.At this time, the royal palace is in turmoil!

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In the hall, in the hall, the bookers are busy.The candles were gone.

Luo Xiangyang was red with his eyes, handling government affairs, and from time to time asked Ji Cheng's opinions.He didn’t just stay up all night.The funerals of the mountain chief, Mr. Ye, and the big brother, he presided over all affairs.

Ji Cheng was 24 years old when he was reviewed by Hanlin.He is the best disciple of the college after Jia Huan and Pang Ze.Luo Jun was fair, but after all, he did not practice in the place.At this time, most of the practice is to clarify the idea.

Gong Sun Liang leans on the soft bed and suddenly said, “The imperial palace should have started, right?”He was worried about Jas.

He was facing the anger of Yongzhi Tianzi killing the mountain leader, and how angry the courtiers were at this moment.The emperor, after all, occupies the big name: father!

Luo Xiangyang and Jicheng two stopped discussing.The students who came to report the affairs of the library waited.

Luo Xiangyang went to the table and chair of the screen, sat and drank tea, and sighed: "Zi Yuden's article in the Beijing Daily, friends and uncles have seen it?"This revenge is characterized as a change of power in the Tang Dynasty.

However, the change of Tang Taizong Xuanwumen did not kill Gao Zu, but only killed Li Jian and Yuanji.The Zen of Gaozu.The Shenlong coup d'état, the day was also forced to Zen, and no one dared to kill.

Tang Xuanzong killed Wei in the Tanglong coup d'état, killed Princess Anle, killed the official, killed the sacrificial wife during the coup d'état, killed the general, and killed the Princess of Peace.There are countless people who have been killed, but they do not involve God.

If you explain it this way, I’m afraid it’s hard to convince the public!”

Since last night, he has had two questions in his mind, and he will not go.This is one of them.Maybe it’s because I’m too tired and tired, so I think about it.

Ji Cheng said quietly: "Old Wen brother, if the head of the court does not kill the emperor Yongji, it is not him!"

He knew that in the heart of the hospital, he regarded the mountain as a father, regarded Mr. Ye as a teacher, and regarded the big brother as a friend.

I have also been floating for a long time, ten years, deeply blessed, dead and living students.

Look at the new ghosts, angry at the knife to find a little poem.

These few words of poetry, the words sob blood, you can know the pain and sadness in the heart of the hospital!That is why, "Today, I chanted the great saint of Sun, only because of the demon mist and it is back."There is no room for compromise!Only a shot of fire is the end.

Luo Yang nodded his head gently.That's where the problem is!Sometimes things are not measured by political interests.Instead, be someone!Everything is measured in political interest, and it is a political animal.

The three of them drank tea silently in the Wuying Temple, and their thoughts drifted to the Imperial Palace.The crowd is raging!

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In the Beijing camp, Shen moved to the north of the school yard.He looked at the watch in his hand and was alone in the public room.

He commanded tens of thousands of troops, thousands of miles across, not surprised, and his chest was astonishable as a flat lake.But at the moment, there is a little boredom in my heart.He was concerned about the situation in the royal palace.

He followed the sub-jade into the army to rebel, for the jade to protect themselves, revenge, is he is not accustomed to the Yongji emperor reverse.Their goal is not to smash and break the whole country.

At this time, the Imperial Palace is a gunpowder barrel to explode.

The son wants to "convinc" which literary servants: the army to slay the king, forced to.So that the hundred officials did not investigate the sins of the king, and then elected the son of heaven.How difficult are these two tasks!

He is worried.

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The four waters are stationed at the Yangtze Gate.In the place of victory, look down on the six departments in front of the Heaven Gate, the five army governors' court and other official departments.

He was upstairs, looking at the whole of the city.Nine doors inside and outside the Jingshi, all under his control.The 12th Guard is in the process of editing and selection.Several of the commanders of Yulin Wei and Jin Wuwei were flattered by his side.

This was the first group of soldiers to surrender.

Zhang Sishui listened to the flattering words, but his mind was not in the city tower.His eyes fell on the palace.

His character is silent, but it does not mean that he does not understand.

There will be a contest and game of invisible smoke!Unusually terrible.This is the last part of the coup.It is also the most difficult part.A little careless, the unfailing.

At the beginning of the army, he and Ziyu repeatedly discussed the situation at this time.A lot of preparation was done.Including this morning, Ziyu went to negotiate with the king of Bei Jing, the governor of Qi, and the king of Wu.He came out from Wu Wangfu only at eight o'clock, and delayed until eleven o'clock to mourn the emperor Yongzhi.In the middle, some officials were also seen.

Not sure what the outcome will be?

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The western suburbs of Beijing, 40 miles away, under Miaofeng Mountain, the ruins of the old college.At this moment, there are fewer rituals here.

After Luo Xiangyang and others set out to go to Beijing, Luo Hong, who presided over the affairs, was busy.Fortunately, he taught nearly 100 lads in Jiafu School, and some experience in coordinating and deploying affairs.Near noon, the wisdom dust and the monks of Tan Tuo Temple and others have rested on their affairs and are resting.

Luo Hong, accompanied by several of the students of the college, walked into the hall.In front of the coffin, the consecration is the head of the person sent by Jia Huan from Beijing: Hua Mo, Song Pu.

Retaliation, killing the emperor, these are all actions like a collapse!He is in the present moment, after the pleasure of revenge, to think: Beijing things, how to solve it?The hundred officials were afraid that they would like to tear up Jia Huan.

It's hard!

Olivia, you have to keep up the pressure.Entering is the sea sky.Retreat is the abyss.