Chapter two hundred and eighty first, exile (below)

The flag above his head suddenly burst into flames, and the sky was full of ashes flying around his head. Shen Zechuan used his strength to get off his horse the moment the flag was lit. Feng Tashuangyi ran in a heartbeat, he had avoided the cross thorn, and followed Feng Tashuangyi to take a few steps. Scorpion caught the air, and in a brief absence of attention, Shen Zechuan grabbed the punched arm.

Scorpion was startled, then overjoyed, and said with Bian Sha, "He has no strength—"

Before this sentence was finished, Shen Zechuan had already let go, and his left hand slapped Scorpion's arm violently. Scorpion thought he was about to fall over his shoulder, and immediately opened his leg, ready to stabilize the lower plate, but Shen Zechuan turned his body and kicked Is kicking in the scorpion chest.

Scorpion opened his arms and said in shock, "The mayfly shakes the tree!"

Shen Zechuan's slender two fingers slanted towards Scorpion's eyebrows, Scorpion was suspicious of deceit, and immediately closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, Shen Zechuan laughed very lightly, and the short blade that was released fell downward. He supported the force on one foot, turned around again, and kicked the short blade sideways towards the scorpion. Screaming and screaming in the splatter of blood.

Shen Zechuan turned a deaf ear, the fire behind him suddenly brightened, and his figure lengthened here with the movement of the fire.

Fei Sheng shouted violently when he saw the machine: "Luo Mu colluded with the Biansha people, and the foreign enemies were mixed in the city, the garrison army killed the enemy, and the rest quickly moved away!"

The torches on the watchtower of the east gate swayed against the sky, and the guards stepping on the railing held high the Zhongbo waist card, exhausted all their strength, and shouted down: "Fujun's order - kill foreign enemies, kill the chaotic army, kill the thieves!"

Scorpion saw that the incitement was useless, and the passage was blocked by the garrison, so he could only retreat to the original path. The entire capital was chaotic and disorderly, and the army guarding the city gates was killed by the forbidden army into a river of blood.

Most of the wall stacks had been smashed down, Xue Xiuzhuo's official robe was scraped, and he was in a state of embarrassment until he was violently dragged.

Duan Er held Brother Jin with a burden on his shoulders, and gestured "Aah" to Xue Xiuzhuo amid the noise, dragging Xue Xiuzhuo to the steps.

Xue Xiuzhuo staggered a few steps, propped up against the wall, and looked at Brother Jin. Brother Jin was Xue Xiuyi's son, and was raised by Xue Xiuzhuo. At this moment, his face was full of tears. He held Xue Xiuzhuo's clothes and said, "Uncle, uncle!"

Duan stomped his feet anxiously, and kept pulling on Xue Xiuzhuo's official robe, signaling Xue Xiuzhuo to run quickly.

Xue Xiuzhuo raised his hand and touched Brother Jin's cheek, he said, "You are a good boy."

Brother Jin raised his head and felt rain on his cheeks.

Xue Xiuzhuo hunched his body and turned his back to the light, covering up all his weakness. There is only this moment in his life, as if only this moment belongs to him.

Duan Er burst into tears for no reason, shouted "Ah" at Xue Xiuzhuo, and dragged his fingers to the point of redness.

Xue Xiuzhuo raised his body again and gently broke free from the restraints of the dumber. He pushed Mu'er's shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Brother Jin sobbed loudly, pulled Xue Xiuzhuo and shouted, "Uncle!"

Xue Xiuzhuo turned a deaf ear.

The rain tonight is less than two years ago, but he sees the same bleak sky. Lone Walker was guarding the city, and he heard the echoes of decay long before the sky was destroyed, but he was so unwilling that the behemoth that once stood here had to leave the scene in such a way.

Xue Xiuzhuo stepped on the steps and walked down slowly. He walked alone, never looking back.

"You pushed the Yellow Book in Zhongbo," Xue Xiuzhuo stopped and said to Shen Zechuan, "It's Yuan Zhuo's credit."

Shen Zechuan didn't answer.

In the dim figure, Xue Xiuzhuo brushed off the dust from his sleeves and said, "I admire Qi Huilian and follow his path." He stared at Shen Zechuan, "but he is not as ruthless."

It's too simple to gamble on one life. It's hard to dare to put this life in the game. Qi Hui dares to do anything, and behind his frantic actions is his trust in Shen Zechuan.

Lan Zhou is not his pawn.

Because of this, Qi Hui left nothing for Lan Zhou. Shen Zechuan didn't need to be restrained, Qi Hui brushed the top of his hair, and spent those five years together, pointing out the direction for Lan Zhou.

The master gave you poetry and books, and promised you that the word is Lanzhou.

This is all Qi Huilian has.

"Da Zhou has gone through the era of heroes. For hundreds of years, even the foreign powers have not been able to break through this door, and now I have lost to you," Xue Xiuzhuo looked at Shen Zechuan, "A fish at the bottom of the cauldron."

"I've heard a lot of speculations, even Yuan Zhuo imagined that I might be the bloodline of Li's family left by Shen Wei," Shen Zechuan turned his eyes to the palace, "but I'm a sinner. Only Mr. did the opposite."

Those who attain the Tao are not predestined.

"I admire Qi Huilian's ability to turn things around by himself." Xue Xiuzhuo exhaled deeply, and then said in a deep voice, "My lord is young, it is Xue Xiuzhuo who came to surrender today. The city gate has been broken, the official road has been opened, and Shen Zechuan has , don't kill innocents - I'll welcome you!"

His voice sounded like thunder, causing the courtiers in the city to collapse. Opening the door and accepting surrender is a shame throughout the ages. Today, Xue Yanqing is solely responsible for it!

"No..." Kong Qiu cried out in pain, beating his chest and patting his feet, "Da Zhou..."

The courtiers, like concubines in mourning, supported each other in grief.

Surrender means that the fighting will stop. The remaining garrison troops in Zhongbo don’t have to advance any further. All of them are broken, and the thirteen cities of Juexi behind them are still safe and sound. That is the hard work of the practical faction for several years, and it is the only remaining granary in Dazhou.

Kong Qiu understood that this was the last good strategy, and they were completely wiped out in the game with China Bo. With Xue Xiuzhuo's welcome, Da Zhou ceased to exist.

Kong Qiu was about to collapse. He clawed at the wall and burst into tears: "Today the world has changed hands, but I am incompetent." He looked up at the chaos in the air entangled in the words, gradually showing a fortitude.

When Shen Zechuan saw that Kong Qiu's expression had changed, he knew it was not good.

The gloomy sky covered the clouds and the moon, and the raindrops splashed. Sure enough, Kong Qiu raised his head and shouted: "I am the great minister of Zhou, and I will not kneel as the second master!"

Having said that, as soon as the official robe is shaken, he will jump off the city wall to die for the country.

Fei Sheng was startled, and secretly said that he was in trouble! Xue Xiuzhuo has not handed over the Great Zhou Yuxi after Yingjun's surrender, and when the news of Kong Qiu's jump is spread tomorrow, Shen Zechuan is forced to do so!

Fei Sheng shouted to the garrison attacking the city wall, "Stop him!"

The courtiers surrounded Kong Qiu, and no matter how fast the garrison army was, they could not clear the crowd. I saw Kong Qiu's official robe fluttering in the wind, and his body had already leaned over the wall. Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind and grabbed Kong Qiu's official robe. Liang Maoshan cried out in a voice: "Yuanfu can't!"

Kong Qiu's body froze and rubbed off the broken bricks from the wall. He braced his arms and coughed while crying.

Liang Luoshan was sweating profusely, he dragged Kong Qiu back, both arms were shaking. He was in shock, sweating through the night and the firelight.

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The carriage was attacked on the way to the main west gate, and there were crowds of carriages and horses at every street entrance. The rich and noble people packed up their belongings and wanted to escape from the Zhengximen while the chaos, so they blocked the road completely.

The guard reined in the reins, waved his horsewhip to drive away the people, and shouted, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The car and horse on the side collided, and the exclamations stopped. There are too many people, like porridge in a pot, and the carriage can't get any closer.

The curtain shook, and Li Jianting saw the towering palace and heard the sound of the bronze bell.

"The city is broken." Han Jin was running barefoot on the street. He jumped up, caught the flying letters, and laughed madly, "The city is broken!"

"Xue Xiuzhuo surrendered," someone cried bitterly, "Da Zhou is dead!"

Li Jianting suffered severe pain in her chest, her trembling fingers lifted the curtain of the car, while panting rapidly, she suddenly leaned forward and vomited. The wind blew her tousled locks, the drizzle veiled her face, and the bones of her swaying back loomed out.

The last part of the journey that Xue Xiuzhuo said was to be humiliated for her.

Li Jianting's body also trembled, and he laughed hoarsely. She and Xue Xiuzhuo complement each other, but there is no teacher-student friendship at all. Xue Xiuzhuo does not need it, nor does Li Jianting. At this moment, Xue Xiuzhuo is also implementing the word "chen".

Jiang Qingshan did not come back, and Li Jianting fled to Juexi just to survive. Da Zhou is dead, and Shen Zechuan not only has a strong army, but also has popular reputation. Their hard work in the Eight Cities surrendered, and those unfinished things will become Shen Zechuan's badges after tonight.

"Gou and the rest of the life hiding from Tibet," Li Jianting raised his eyes, looking at the rain, "... how boring."

Li Jianting was "Tibetan" for half a lifetime, and she couldn't see the life. But she tried to struggle, and she lost a lot. She was defeated and she recognized.

"Emperor-" The guards caught the reins unstable and saw Li Jianting jumping down.

Li Jianting rained, raising his arms and scattered. Tens of thousands of people rushed west, but she was alone to east, becoming the only shadow in the crowd.

Han Jin was holding the text and dancing in the tide. He jumped happily, caught up with Li Jianting, grinned: "I find my elder brother!"

Minglitang burned fire.

Li Jianting leaned up and picked up the drum that dropped on the road. She patted it, and the drum sounded dullly.

"Go to the palace?"

Han Jin clapped his hands and said, "Go!"

The chaos was fighting, Li Jianting no longer looked at anyone. She smashed the drum, laughed with the lunatic, and walked in the direction of the palace.

"I am out of the minister and the heroes of the troubled times. The sage recruits the conference, and I am in my hero."

Tian Cang Cang had no bright light, and Kong Yan and the courtiers burst into tears.

"Xiao Guan smelled the side, the iron hoof was cold water. The veteran was 秣“ “, and the snow was heavy."

Standing in Spring and Autumn, the stele to the north, Xiao Fangxu's sword covered thin snow. The iron ride was galloping in the deed, and Xiao made a horse off the horse and wiped the snow for the knife.

"Shanxue cream star, wolf kills the eagle."

The waves of the Chashi River rolled, and the damaged Chiti flowers were hidden in the flow.

"Return to the sheath's sleeve dust, leisurely clouds and red crickets.

Yao Wenyu leaned over to cough, and the Pazi was stained with blood again. He looked out of the tent and was blocked by the fog. Qiao Tianya's sword has returned to the sheath. In the fire and rain, he looked at Fengquan.

"The banquet of Mingtang started, broken chopsticks."

Li Jianting patted the drum and shuttled in Zhu Hong's city wall.

"And the wine in the cup of wine, love in the palace."

The fire of Minglitang was soaring, and the surroundings were bright, and the sea of ​​fire was forward. Han Jin ran away, Li Jianting turned around, looking at the capital again. Her fingers knocked on the drum, but the drum no longer made a sound. She looked stunned in the fierce fire and sang dumbly: "... Drunk and crazy song ... no need to ask merit ..."

The lacquer pillars of Minglitang collapsed and splashed the waves. Mars burst into Li Jianting's skirt and burned along the pattern. She turned around and was swallowed by the fire.