It was past eleven o'clock in the evening. The sky is overcast. Cloudy. The shadows of the palaces and gardens in the West Garden. Dugu nobles took more than a dozen palace maids and eunuchs to shuttle through the West Garden and went to the imperial study. The footsteps were hurried, and the expression was frightened.

Not long ago, in the Yongfang Hour, which was less than 1 mile away from Xiyuan, artillery roared, and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer. This made all parts of the West Garden shake, panic, and fear! The panic is spreading like a plague!

Most of the eunuchs and palace maids in the West Garden are like ants on the hot nest. Want to find a safe place to hide, or prepare to surrender. The Dugu nobleman went to the imperial study to seek refuge, which is the embodiment of panic in the West Garden!

Reinforcements from the Beijing camp have not been available for so long, and the rebels are coming! The splendid, mysterious and solemn royal garden, the West Garden, can no longer bring people any sense of security! Jia Huan is about to be killed!

After the chief eunuch Xu Yan passed through, Dugu nobles didn't pay attention to Wei Hong and Song Pu in the warm pavilion outside the imperial study, and quickly walked into the imperial study.

Dugu Guiren is wearing a cyan tight-fitting beard suit, with a figure of less than 1.6 meters and a petite and delicate figure, with undulating curves, glamorous and unprovoked! She bowed and saluted, and said in shock: "Your Majesty, the guns and cannons outside the West Garden are constantly sounding, and the concubines are scared in their hearts, so they have come to the imperial study to see Your Majesty." ”

In the imperial study, the lights are bright. About 50 eunuchs and palace maids served inside and outside the imperial study. After the sandalwood case covered with yellow silk, the son of Yongzhi leaned on the soft couch with a gloomy expression. The whistling sound outside the West Garden came faintly.

The medium-sized, delicate and quiet Qing Mei stood aside, her body trembling slightly. is different from the coquettishness when she listened to the play in Chaoxiaju, she really feels scared now! Jia Huan is about to lead the rebels to fight in, and the situation is critical! Just now, the Son of Heaven sent Hua Mo to the gate of Xiyuan to recruit soldiers.

"Qing'er, flat!" Yongzhi Tianzi said slowly. He had no intention of comforting his beloved concubine at this time. Rather, they are thinking about the current situation. Countless thoughts and images flashed through his mind. He reigned for twenty-one years and defeated countless enemies!

There has never been such an embarrassment tonight. Regret and anger are intertwined. I regret that I didn't kill Jia Huan earlier! So much so that there is such a dilemma.

Yongzhi Tianzi restrained the emotions in his heart. In the imperial study, no one could spy on his thoughts. However, one thing is certain, he was proud and arrogant when he heard about Jia Huan's rebellion countless hours ago!

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At this time, Hua Mo was at the west gate of Xiyuan, in the position of the Zhenwei battalion. He was accompanied by the two thousand commanders of the Zhenwei camp and Tang Long, the commander of the guard division in front of the palace. This is the last line of defense, there is no way back! Messengers around the city came and went, delivering news to the depths of the West Garden.

After Hua Mo looked at the rebel position about 200 meters away, he could clearly see that Jia Huanfang was assembling artillery in the clairvoyant mirror. And the artillery of the Zhenwei battalion in Xiyuan has already been knocked out.

Hua Mo Huan Hai has been in the sea for many years, and his kung fu is good. Suppress the fear in your heart. Xiyuan's current situation, he has to come! He was the foreman of the Minister of Military Aircraft. Taking a deep breath, he said in a loud voice behind the earthen wall: "This official Huamo, where is Jia Ziyu?" Please come out and answer! ”

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The artillery of a gate has been corrected and arranged on the position at the west gate of Xiyuan. The artillerymen are nervously preparing.

Jia Huan took his personal guards, just behind the artillery position, hidden in the dark. Hua Mo's voice came from afar in the West Garden. Luo Guerrilla of the Shule Army was beside Jia Huan, and reminded softly: "Envoy..."

Actually, I can't help but feel a little funny. The Hua scholar on the opposite side probably didn't know Jia Yuanjun's performance in the final battle of the North Court: after boosting morale, he attacked directly! How could Jia Envoy have negotiated conditions with people before the battle array?

Jia Huan's face is thin, his posture is straight, and he is dressed in an aqua blue robe. His face was still calm, but he did not hide the sorrow, sadness, and resentment in his eyes. replied with two words: "Fire!" ”

He doesn't want to talk nonsense with Huamo!

Mountain Chief, Mr. Ye, the death of the elder brother, the first culprit is Yongzhi. The second offender is Song Pu, and the third is Hua Mo. Without Hua Mo's encouragement, he would definitely be able to drag on for a few days and wait until the Shule army arrived in Beijing.

He will raise his troops tonight and accept no conditions! He only wanted sacrifices: blood, human heads. It is used to comfort and pay tribute to the souls of teachers and friends in heaven!

Jia Huan's guard, who acted as a herald behind him, shouted: "Open the cannon!" ”

In front of the position, Zhang Sishui pointed the sharp sword in his hand forward, and ordered all the artillerymen with a resolute expression, "Open the cannon!" ”

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

More than eighty artillery salvos! Round after round! The light of the fire at the moment of the cannon fire was reflected in the dark night sky. Brilliant as fireworks!

The huge whistling sound and roaring sound shook the West Garden and the capital. The earth shakes and the mountains shake! World shaking! Remember, it's not thunder! It's hot, destructive lava spewing thin!

At the gate of the West Garden, a piece of fortifications was destroyed in the fierce artillery fire, and a large number of exquisite pavilions and palaces in the West Garden collapsed. In the night, there were countless screams! The screams came and went!

"Ahh

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Squad after team of soldiers crossed Jia Huan and slaughtered into the West Garden. The artillery fire is extending to the depths of the West Garden, and the infantry artillery is fighting in coordination. Reflects a high level of tactical literacy!

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

At this time, such as Shen Qian, Shen Cheng, Wu Wang, Ning Xiao, Empress Yang, Shu Wang, Qi Chi, Hu Chi, Jin Shang, Yin Yan, Wei Hanlin, Hu Xuan, Li Si, Zeng Jin, Yin Peng, Zhao Heling, Cheng Guogong, Meng He, Fei Zhuangyuan and others, seeing the fire in the West Garden, can come to a clear conclusion: The West Garden is broken!

What kind of baptism of war did the army under Jia Huan's command experience in the Western Regions, and it was so sharp?

Breaking through Xiyuan does not mean that Jia Huan's coup d'état is successful tonight! However, it must mean that the Yongzhi Son of Heaven is in big trouble!

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The West Garden has a rectangular layout. It is less than 1 kilometer wide and about 3,500 meters long. The west gate of the West Garden is facing the small Yongfang, which is about the middle of this rectangle.

The Shule army, about 4,000 infantry, under the cover of artillery fire, fought into the Xiyuan, which was compactly laid out and the palace was gorgeous. Under the leadership of the little eunuch Feng Jin, he drove straight into the Hanyuan Palace. Feng Jin is the godson of the old eunuch left behind by King Yan's mother, Zhou Guifei. In the political struggle fourteen years after Yongzhi, when he overthrew the nobles of business, Jia Huan used it once.

The turbulent torrent rushed down. At this time, there is no need to describe the mood of Hua Mo, the two thousand commanders of the Zhenwei battalion, and Tang Long, the commander of the guard department in front of the palace, who were bombarded by artillery.

More than 1,000 soldiers faded like a tide. Running away and retreating everywhere in Xiyuan, he only hated his parents for missing two legs.

About ten minutes later, Jia Huan, surrounded by the guards, stepped into the West Garden and headed to the Hanyuan Palace.

Walking in the main road of Xiyuan, the sound of chasing and killing continued, and Qian Huai's scalp was numb for a while! It's not something to be afraid of. It's exciting. In Qian Huai's view, the breakthrough of Xiyuan, the capture of the emperor, and the coup d'état have been successful. An indescribable feeling of pleasure comes to mind!

In Jingshi, he is only a humble little person, but the main worry is humiliation. The third master's anxiety over the past few months, the pain he has been suffering in recent days, how can he not know? And now, all the accounts can be properly calculated!

Spending millions of silver dollars, the exquisite Xiyuan caught fire, the fire was burning, Jia Huan moved forward silently, walking, his way!

The emotions in my heart are like waves, like flames surging!

"Senior Brother Jia, I met a beautiful woman in the town last year. I've been thinking about it for a long time. Today I want to ask Senior Brother Jia for a wonderful song to help me win the heart of a beauty. ”

"Senior Brother Jia, you have a lot of trivial matters to stay in the capital, so it is more appropriate to go back to the academy to study. A few years have passed in an instant. ”

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When Jia Huan stepped into the West Garden, he was in Yongfang, a small building in the front yard of Qichi Mansion. Dozens of personal soldiers downstairs are serving. Upstairs, Qi Chi and his staff Hu Chi were holding a clairvoyant mirror in the building, watching the fire spread in the West Garden. The emotions in my heart are indescribable!

Blame Jia Huan? Even the hardcore royalist King Wu felt that it was difficult to blame! Those scholars in Wendao Academy are really miserable! Use the monarch and the minister to restrain Jia Huan: the monarch and the minister have to die! Does Jia Huan admit this truth?

Hu Chi asked, "Dashuai, are you sending troops?" "There are now five hundred elite guards in Qi Mansion, all of whom are veterans killed in the Western Regions War.

"Alas..., Ziyu!" Qi Chi shook his head, "He just has a too rigid personality!" ”

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"Senior Brother Jia, you are Huiyuan!"

"Senior Brother Jia, let's make a work!"

"Mr. Ye is too eccentric. I'll come back every few days for advice. Today is just Ziyu going back to Beijing. Those who know me say that I am worried! ”

"Ziyu, if you were in the position of the mountain chief, would you go to the book to advise the Son of Heaven?"

The fire is spreading! Trees and temples crackled in the flames. Military music and drums are beating. The majestic army marched by. On the side of the bluestone slab, Hua Mo, a blood-stained scholar of the Jianji Palace, sat down, panting and groaning in pain. Two guards guarded him.

Hua Mo was injured in the heavy shelling of the Shule army just now, one leg was broken, and he was bleeding profusely. He saw Jia Huan coming from the main road.

As an old bureaucrat, he sprayed Jia Huan at this time: chaotic ministers and thieves, everyone will be punished! That's certainly impossible. That's looking for death! However, after the coup d'état, it is still necessary for the Zaifu to maintain the overall situation! This is his confidence!

Hua Mo asked in a loud voice, "Jia Huan, what are you going to do?" However, Jia Huan's footsteps did not stop, and he looked at him coldly. With the guards, walk through the hall of swastika. Along the way, pass through Fengze Garden, West Eight Institutes, and go to Hanyuan Palace.

In this elongated picture, Gao Zizhong, one of the leaders of Jia Huan's personal guards, walked up to Hua Mo, pulled out his waist knife, and compared it to Hua Mo, who was in his sixties and had gray hair and looked like an ordinary old man.

Hua Mo seems harmless to humans and animals, but those who are familiar with him know his cold-blooded political enemies. Ji Xingsheng, Zhang Anbo...

Gao Zizhong's knife retreated a little, and then swung it violently.

Blood, gushing!

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The West Garden was broken, and five minutes passed. All the eyes of Jingzhong converged on the West Garden. When Zuodu Yushi and Wei Guogong Qi Chi did not send troops, everything means that the situation is irreversible!

The king of Shu galloped from the north of the city and went to the palace of King Wu in Xianyifang in the west of the city to see Ning Xiao.

Jia Huan took all the guards and passed through the Qinzheng Palace, and will arrive at the Hanyuan Hall in the South China Sea of Taiye Pond. He's just at the door!

At the end of the flood in the ninth year of Yongzhi, at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain, all the teachers, Mr. Sha, and classmates greeted Qiao Rusong, Wei Yang, Xu Yinglang, and Liu Yichen who came back from transporting grain. The chief of the mountain asked him to compose poetry. Just a classmate boy! Bloom of youth! When he fainted, it was the elder brother who supported him.

At the end of the summer and autumn of the thirteenth year of Yongzhi, on June 28, he and Sister Bao got married. It was the elder brother who made him the best man.

When the prison Chinese meeting, the master brother's freedom. On the execution ground, the elder brother cried bitterly in the face of the guilt of his wife and children!

This scene seemed to float in front of Jia Huan's eyes. Who knows how he felt when he saw his brother's head rolling to the ground? Who?

A Huamo head, this is not enough!

Jia Huan stepped into the imperial study of Hanyuan Palace.

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A large number of Shule soldiers and Jia Huan's personal guards tightly surrounded the inside and outside of the imperial study. The water is impassable. And at this moment, the guards of the imperial study have been cleared by the spray of artillery and flintlock guns!

Ten minutes ago, Tang Long returned to the imperial study, and together with Wei Hong, Song Pu, Dugu noble, Qingmeiren, and the chief eunuch Xu Yan, he persuaded the emperor of Yongzhi to enter the palace for a while. But the Son of Yongzhi refused to run away!

The atmosphere in the study room is extremely depressing!

Several eunuchs, as well as the young beauties standing beside the Son of Yongzhi, sobbed in low voices.

In the study, sitting on the sandalwood desk facing north and south, Yongzhi Tianzi sat in the soft couch, his expression was gloomy and displeased, his hand holding the armrest of the soft couch was thin, hard, and the green tendons were exposed, and he shouted: "Shut up." What are you crying about? I'm not dead yet! ”

Jia Huan walked in with Zhang Sishui and Qin Hongtu in the midst of the reprimand of the Yongzhi Emperor. Qian Huai, Hu Xiaosi and more than 50 other guards followed. Gao Zizhong threw the head of King Jin and Hua Mo on the ground!

"Boom!" "Boom!" Two human heads, rolling, the smell of blood spreads!

Except for Wei Hong, Song Pu, and Yongzhi, everyone lowered their heads! The green beauty suppressed her crying and trembled involuntarily!

Dugu Guiren stood on the side of the desk, she and Jia Huan had an old relationship, and Princess Wu Dugu was a clansman. But at this moment, in such a situation, I was trembling with fright and didn't dare to make a sound. Who knows, if Jia Huan is red-eyed?

Yongzhi Tianzi stared at Jia Huan with cold eyes, his eyes were gloomy, he held on to the handrail, sat up straight, and said word by word: "Jia Huan, you are very good!" "Word by word, word by word, gnashing of teeth!

Jia Huan looked at Yongzhi squarely, his old face, under the firelight as bright as day, was so ugly, hateful, he should be killed! This old bastard!

His indignation, like a raging wave, roars!

Jia Huan shouted: "Gong Zhai, bring someone to drag him out!" This was the first thing he said when he stepped into Xiyuan!

"You dare?"

"Wait!"

Wei Hong and Song Pu, two scholars, dodged and stopped Hu Xiaosi and Shule soldiers who were about to come forward. The two of them wore crimson official uniforms.

Wei Hong had a friendship with Jia Huan, but he was also a bachelor of the Zhou Dynasty, so he dissuaded: "Ziyu, let's stop here!" What conditions do you have to say. Killing the monarch's father is disloyal and unfilial! History will not tolerate you. ”

He didn't use very harsh words to accuse Jia Huan. Even the hardcore royalist King Wu felt that it was difficult to blame! Those scholars in Wendao Academy are really miserable!

Use the monarch and the minister to restrain Jia Huan: the monarch and the minister have to die! Does Jia Huan admit this truth?

Only history! The saint is the spring and autumn, and the rebellious ministers and thieves are afraid!

Jia Huan was not rude to Wei Hong, and said in a slow and powerful voice: "Wei Xiang, Yasheng said: I heard that a husband was punished, but I didn't hear of killing the king!" ”

When Jia Huan spoke, Qin Hongtu pounced on him with his own soldiers.

The disciples of the academy have clear grievances. Wei Hong has maintained the academy, the mountain chief, and Jia Huan, so naturally no one will be rude to him. And Song Pu was kicked to the ground by Qin Hongtu, and he stabbed Song Pu in the chest. Blood rushed out, staining Qin Hongtu's clothes red!

"Ahh

It is understandable that the mountain chief seeks benevolence and benevolence! And the academy was seized, Mr. Ye, senior brother, why are they innocent? If there was no Song Pu's recital, how could there be such a crime? How can he not hate?

The head is made into a wine cup, and the blood of the enemy is drunk!

Qin Hongtu pulled out his knife, took his guards around the desk, and dragged Yongzhi, who was supporting the shelf and trying to exude the majesty of the emperor, from the soft couch like a sheep. Carrying it, going around it, and throwing it in front of Jia Huan.

Zhang Sishui pulled out the long sword on his waist, took half a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Ziyu, I'll kill this dog emperor!" "Those who kill kings will not die well in history! He is willing to replace Jia Huan.

Wei Yang looked stunned.

It's not that I'm shocked to kill the emperor, there are still people rushing to do it! Marvel at the determination of the academy disciples to take revenge! Instead, at this moment, the dignity and order of the Zhou Dynasty were trampled on by Jia Huan at this moment, leaving no room for it!

The Great Zhou, which has been in Dingding for more than 100 years, seems to be collapsing at this moment!

Jia Huan refused, took out the firearm he bought when he was in the Western Regions from his arms, and said coldly: "Boren, I'll come by myself!" ”

At this time, the Son of Yongzhi relieved himself and lay on the ground, 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 person! Even if he's wearing a dragon robe! His hands were shaking. Feeling the fear of death, he shouted with all his might: "I am the Son of Heaven! ”

"Oh my god you're paralyzed!" Jia Huan stepped on the head of the Yongzhi Son of Heaven, pressed it hard, stepped on it, and the mouth of the Yongzhi Son of Heaven made a "ho ho" sound. Jia Huan pressed the fire gun against the temple of Yongzhi Tianzi and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The gun rang out and people died, and all the hatred disappeared after Jia Huan pulled the trigger! The agitation, resentment, and emotions in Jia Huan's heart, after reaching the apex like a rolling wave, with the sound of this gunshot, catharsis!

In the imperial study, all the eunuchs, palace maids, Dugu nobles, Qingmeiren, Wei Hong, and Xu Yan all knelt down to see off the Son of Yongzhi, crying: "Your Majesty! ”

When these people knelt down, Jia Huan slowly stood up, and he was standing on the corpse of the Son of Yongzhi! The muzzle of the musket in his hand drooped.

At that moment, Jia Huan's mind was empty like this! Since he stepped into his career, he has been suppressed by Yongzhi because of his identity as a prodigy, and he doesn't like it. For eight years, he was put in danger several times and went to prison. Those past events float by!

Now, it's all over! He personally put an end to a generation of emperors.

In front of his eyes, he seemed to see that in the night sky, the mountain chief, Mr. Ye, senior brother, and Zhang Chengjian were slowly walking away! In Jia Huan's arms, on his pocket watch, the second hand is ticking through midnight!