After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 57

Emperor Liang woke up from his sleep in the sleeping hall: "What did you say? The Lingnan Army is far to the south, how could they attack Chang'an City! Bewitching people, let me take it down!"

"Your Majesty, it's really coming! There are at least tens of thousands of people! The soldiers guarding the city are desperately resisting, and please make an order as soon as possible, and invite people from all walks of life to come and serve the king!"

The Emperor Daliang's tiger eyes were wide open, he didn't care to change into his clothes, and rushed out of the hall. The flames in the distance formed a sharp contrast with the night, making the aged emperor stagger and almost fell.

"Rebellious ministers, rebellious ministers and traitors! What is Yang Ling doing? Didn't he tell me that he has stopped the Lingnan Army's offensive in the southern important town—"

At this point, Emperor Liang seemed to come to his senses, and his voice was shrill: "It's against, it's all against - according to my order, the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army will strictly guard the palace, and the civilian men from fifteen to fifty in Chang'an City must go to the city wall to fight against the enemy. go!"

As soon as the leading eunuch left tremblingly, a blood-stained soldier ran in immediately.

"Report! Report to Your Majesty that something is wrong. The north gate of Chang'an was broken by the Lingnan Army! Yes, it was the gate opened by Prince Pingxihou..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Liang suddenly stiffened and fell backwards, foam gushing from his mouth.

"Emperor Physician, Hurry up to announce the Imperial Physician, Your Majesty has fainted!"

Soldiers of the Lingnan Army walked heavily across the streets of Chang'an, heading straight for the direction of the imperial palace.

"I didn't expect the siege of the city to go so smoothly. It's really thanks to the defense map that the son brought."

Yuan Qiong, dressed in military armor, glanced across the main street of Chang'an, with a bit of fanatical joy in his eyes.

"Now there are only [-] royal guards left in the palace. This great river and mountain will soon be in our possession!"

Murong Xing was riding a horse on the right side of Yuan Qiong, his deep phoenix eyes pierced through the row upon row of eaves and looked into the distance.

"It's only a matter of time before we attack the imperial palace. In my opinion, it's better to take advantage of this time to summon Liang Guo's ministers and see how many people are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side for Your Excellency's use."

Yuan Qiong thought for a while: "Your Majesty is right, then I will leave this matter to His Majesty to arrange. I will be in the prime minister's mansion, waiting for the ministers to see you."

……

The young man in white shirt has been standing on the stone steps behind the gate of King Jing's mansion since the first light of the fire.

He could clearly hear every sound of horseshoes and every shout of soldiers from the street outside the door.

"Chang'an City is broken! The Lingnan Army has entered the city!"

This cry still echoed in my ears, and this cry contained no sorrow or joy. For the common people, the entry of the Lingnan Army into the city meant nothing more than a change of emperor.

From top to bottom, this court has been intoxicated for too long, and it is no match for a former prince who tried his best. He can't blame the injustice of heaven.

But what flows in him is the blood of Liang Guo's royal family.

For him, changing to another emperor means that his parents, brothers, confidants and friends will all go to hell one by one, which means that the country will be ruined and the family will be destroyed.

And all of this was brought to him by the person he was so guilty of and cherished so much who died to save him in his previous life.

The temple door opened.

The young man who was not yet a weak crown was dressed in black clothes and silver armor, and the cold light of the iron armor set off his sharp and handsome face like a mortal god, with a tall body and handsome appearance.

"...Aren't you supposed to personally command the battle to attack the palace? Why did you come here?"

Shao Guan's breathing stopped for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He looked straight into those cold phoenix eyes.

"Or, Yuan Qiong finally gave the order to ask the prince to kill me. That's okay..."

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Xia Tong stood aside, staring at the hand that was almost bleeding tightly held by his elder son, but he was glanced at and unable to speak.

"Your Highness is worrying too much. There are only two thousand imperial guards in the palace. Even if it is a hard attack, Chang'an is already in the bag."

"The reason why I came here is because the new emperor promised me that after the matter is completed, I will give His Highness as a reward to the minister to keep in the mansion."

"The minister is here to pick up His Highness."

The tone turned out to be a little gentle.

The young man who had been standing indifferently, waiting for the butcher's knife suddenly trembled, his handsome face was tense, and a real flame burst out from his eyes.

"Murong Xing! Are you... not afraid of going to hell?"

His face was almost distorted. As soon as Shao Guan took a step forward, his hands were cut behind the back by the rushing sergeant, and he was stopped dead in place.

You like to humiliate me so much, you value the power and glory that Yuan Qiong promised you so much, and you don’t remember the past times, which time I was sorry for you, which time it was not for you, and you didn’t care about anything...

Murong Xing looked at the boy through the armored sergeant.

"Take him to the Marquis of Pingxi, so he can take care of him. Remember to be careful, don't make any mistakes."

"Nuo—Your Majesty, the master has ordered you to rush to the Prime Minister's Mansion immediately after you finish handling the matters here, and discuss important matters with you."

Murong Xing turned around, nodded slowly, and slightly closed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, suppressing the ripples in them.

"It just so happens... I also have something important to discuss with your master."

The imperial palace a few streets away was bloody and bloody, but the prime minister's mansion where Yuan Qiong was located had already been decorated with lanterns and festoons, and a celebration banquet was held.

The music of silk and bamboo orchestra is mixed with gold and iron horses, which seems to add a bit of melodiousness.

"The son of Murong has arrived!" Yuan Qiong sat on the head, dressed in a fine attire, and when he saw Murong Xing entered, he immediately got up with a smile and raised the wine cup in his hand.

"Our army was able to take control of Chang'an so quickly. His Royal Highness Murong contributed a lot. I respect his Royal Highness!"

Murong Xing's indifferent gaze was covered with a smile, and he slowly swept across the courtiers present.

There are six ministers in it, there are lieutenant generals in the army, and there are many familiar faces.

He retracted his gaze without any trace, took the porcelain cup Yuan Qiong handed over, and drank the wine in it in one gulp.

"Your Majesty, please take your seat. All rewards, when the dust settles, I will make my own decision. As long as I am a meritorious minister, I will never be stingy with rewards!"

All the courtiers below said in unison: "Thank you, my lord!"

After drinking for three rounds, the atmosphere in the hall quickly warmed up. Now is the time when the new emperor is about to ascend the throne and the new dynasty is about to be established. Naturally, someone seized the opportunity and wanted to be promoted a few levels.

"My lord, it is just around the corner that our army will break through the palace of Liang. The emperor of Liang is incompetent and should have been replaced by a virtuous lord long ago. In my view, the country cannot be without a king for a day. Please tell the world as soon as possible and ascend the throne. To be the emperor, to obey the hearts of the people!"

"What Master Qian said is very true. Your Majesty is a descendant of the royal family. His roots are straight and Miaohong. The Emperor of Liang Guo conspired to rebel and usurp the throne. It is time to rectify the law. Your Majesty's ascension to the throne is really in accordance with God's will!"

As he said that, the man winked at the young servants waiting outside the hall, and immediately several servants entered the hall holding the emperor's crown and knelt down to present it.

"Your Majesty, look, all the subjects and officers in the army are looking forward to the early enthronement of the Lord, and I implore the Lord to follow the will of the people and ascend the throne as the emperor!"

Yuan Qiong raised his eyebrows, and slowly put down the wine cup in his hand, just opened his mouth and smiled and was about to decline, when he suddenly saw a hand blocking the bright yellow emperor's crown.

"What is the meaning of this, Murong Shizi? Could it be that he thinks that my Patriarch is not worthy of enthroning as emperor?!"

"Lord Qian is so majestic now."

Murong Xing gave a low laugh, and looked at Yuan Qiong with an unpredictable expression on his face, his voice was smiling, but there was a trace of coldness.

"The victor is king, of course. However, there is one person who must be looking forward to seeing today's scene more than everyone here."

Yuan Qiong took a deep breath, and stopped the generous smile on his face: "Oh? If that's the case, please ask the prince to bring people in."

A child's cry sounded in the distance.

"Brother Huang! Brother Huang, save me!"

The immature voice came to the hall, and Yuan Qiong's expression changed instantly.

"Hong'er!" Yuan Qiong's soft face suddenly darkened when he saw the brocade-clothed child held by the sergeant's sword.

"Okay, what a prince Pingxi!" Yuan Qiong's face changed a few times, facing everyone's suspicious eyes, and sneered, "So I underestimated the ambition of Prince Murong, the prince with a different surname is not enough, what the prince wants, It's the ninety-five supreme position!"

"Your Excellency hasn't ordered anyone to take me down yet. Sure enough, this child is very important to Your Excellency."

Murong Xing's face remained unchanged, and he pulled the boy who was struggling and crying to his side, and the sharp knife was pressed against his neck.

"Brother Huang! Brother Huang!"

The stern shouting made Yuan Qiong's ferocious face stained with anxiety and distress.

"Hong'er, Hong'er, don't be afraid, Brother Huang will definitely save you...Murong Xing, he's only a ten-year-old boy, what are you going to do to let him go?"

"Let him go? Let him go, will Your Excellency let me go?" Murong Xing's hand holding the long knife firmly pressed against the child's fragile neck, "Let everyone in the palace retreat, immediately!"

"Didn't you hear? Get out!"

The heavy palace door closed with a bang, and immediately there was a burst of screams and exclamations.

"As expected, you have arranged for an ambush... Where did these soldiers come from?"

"It's the soldiers of the Northwest Army. As for how they secretly entered Chang'an, I have to thank you for your secret plan."

Looking at the scarlet blood splattered on the window paper decorated with lights, Yuan Qiong suddenly burst out laughing.

"Murong Xing, you have waited until now to take action, just to find out all about my influence so that I can eradicate it in one fell swoop, right?"

"I should have thought about it a long time ago. With your strategy and forbearance, how can you be willing to be a courtier. The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind. You are superior. I have nothing to say until now."

Yuan Qiong took a step forward slowly, his brows and eyes were cloudy, like dark clouds covering a mountain.

"But Hong'er... is just a helpless child, you let him go, or at least, save his life..."

A small flying knife suddenly shot out from Yuan Qiong's sleeve, and struck towards Murong Xing's wrist from an extremely mysterious angle.

"No matter how good the trick is, once you have seen it, there is no threat. Don't you know this truth?"

With a movement of his wrist, Murong Xing led the child sideways to avoid the flying knife, with a little force, the blade left a bloodstain on the child's neck.

"If you do something else, I can't guarantee how long this child will be alive and kicking."

Yuan Hong was so frightened that his throat was hoarse from crying, he could only look at his brother in fear and begging, hoping to be saved.

"Don't hurt him! Don't you hurt him..."

"Hong'er has not enjoyed a day's life that a prince and aristocrat should have since he was born. He has been hiding with me for so many years and suffered a lot."

"I don't need to send people to dispatch the Lingnan Army, and I don't need to summon the hidden guards. You can take my life if you want, but can you spare Hong'er's life?"

Yuan Qiong closed his eyes, and suddenly loosened his clenched hands, and actually threw the token in his sleeve, which symbolized the identity of the former royal family and could dispatch the army's secret guards, to the ground.

"You promise me to let him go, I promise, you can take my life away at any time."

Murong Xing was stunned for a moment, staring at Yuan Qiong who was standing alone not far away, the cold murderous intent covering his face froze for a moment, and finally turned into a low sigh.

"Okay, as long as everything goes well, I guarantee the life of the entire Pingxihou Mansion, and I will never hurt his life. I will imprison him in the inner garden of the palace, but all treatment will be in accordance with the rules of the prince."

"Okay! The son is so promising, I am relieved!"

Yuan Qiong looked at the child who reached out to him for help, his sharp and unruly expression softened for a moment.

"Hong'er is good, don't be afraid, he's fine now...he was just playing a joke with Brother Huang. Don't cry, okay?"

After a few hours, the screams outside the hall gradually stopped, and Xia Tong's voice rang out outside the house.

"My son, all the remnants of the rebellion have been executed on the spot. Old General Yao has led 2 people towards the palace. I believe it will not take long before the Lingnan Army can be wiped out."

"Okay, you just wait outside the hall."

Murong Xing threw the flying knife in his hand, his phoenix eyes were deep.

"Originally... I didn't intend to let you go so easily, but now I have changed my mind."

"I will take Yuan Hong out. Your Excellency knows how to do it."

The moment Murong Xing turned around, Yuan Qiong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly laughed.

"Your Majesty actually works with Old General Yao. Is your Majesty really going to be the Ninth Five-Year Master?"

"No. Just as you value your younger brother so much, I also have someone I cherish and want to protect."

"As long as he is safe and happy, I can pay with blood..."