Lonely non-good minister

He was very persistent, and Emperor Hong Ming softened his tone a bit, muttering in a low voice: "What kind of help does he need?"

Song Yuan dared not listen to him, do he still need to benefit from him?Unless she surrendered and she did what she said, otherwise why should I think about her?
In front of Song Chun, he didn't dare to speak out these thoughts, so he ended the topic tactfully and mentioned: "Okay, you're tired from the rush, go and rest."

"My son, leave." Song Chun withdrew, and the teasing laughter in the room resumed. He was also indifferent. He called the guards around the dormitory, asked them carefully about their patrol time and number of people, and asked him not to stop. Feel free to leave.

The palace is very quiet at night, because the palaces and pavilions are not as dense as the palace city, and the places covered by trees leave large shadows and dark places. The light of the palace lanterns is not enough to illuminate those places, and only occasionally when the patrolling guards pass by something in the corner.

The night is getting darker, lights are turned off everywhere, and Emperor Hong Ming's bedroom is also quiet. The curtains in the palace are drooping and the bedding is in a mess. There were four or five beauties in tulle palace attire, the wine jug beside the couch was overturned, and no one cared about the wine flowing all over the floor.

After the indulgence, everyone was so tired that the cabinet in the hall was pushed away, and no one heard the sound when Song Zheng walked out of it swaggeringly.

Song Zheng was wearing the clothes of the imperial army, holding a knife in his hand. He glanced at the bed, and did not rush over. Instead, he walked to the door, firmly pressed the door of the temple, and closed the doors and windows firmly, to confirm the traffic outside. After rushing in easily, he walked towards the sleeping Emperor Hong Ming.

Looking at Emperor Hong Ming, who was drunk and lying in the arms of a beautiful woman, Song Zheng's disgust and anger could hardly be suppressed. He didn't understand how his father could not compare to Emperor Hong Ming who was addicted to wine and sex. What good will it do for Dawei?
Holding the knife, he strode over and watched Emperor Hong Ming raise the dagger, but the beauty next to Emperor Hong Ming woke up suddenly. When he saw Song Zheng, he screamed, and Emperor Hong Ming woke up instantly, and almost subconsciously dragged the beauty next to him On himself, the knife that Song Zheng stabbed fiercely pierced the beauty directly. Seeing that he had killed the wrong person, he quickly pulled it out and stabbed Hong Mingdi again.

Emperor Hong Ming turned over and wanted to run, but the hem of his clothes was suppressed and he staggered and rolled off the bed. His clothes were torn, and he couldn't care about his shoes. He tore open the hanging curtains in panic and tried to escape, and the other beauties also woke up. Song Zheng mercilessly killed the person who hindered him, and then quickly rushed to Emperor Hong Ming.

Emperor Hong Ming grabbed the saber hanging in the dormitory, he held it in his hand and confronted Song Zheng with a vigilant look: "I let you go, you dare to throw yourself into the trap."

"Let me go?" This was the funniest thing Song Zheng heard. He glanced at the entrance of the hall, and the panic-stricken beauty screamed at the entrance of the hall and wanted to escape. He slammed on the door violently and wanted to rush in, but the door was heavy and firmly blocked, how could a dozen of them break it open?
Song Zheng glanced at the palace lantern next to him, and pushed it down directly. The candlelight quickly swept across the entire bedroom along the curtain. Emperor Hong Ming's face suddenly paled in panic. He rushed to the palace door and wanted to run out. How could Song Zheng give him a chance? Under the stab, Emperor Hong Ming tried to block it with his sword, but the sword couldn't bear Song Zheng's brute force at all, the sword broke in response, and the blade pierced into Emperor Hong Ming's arm fiercely.

He screamed in pain and punched Song Zheng's face. Song Zheng dodged deftly and punched Hong Mingdi in the face with his backhand. He sprayed it out, and before he could catch his breath, Song Zheng punched him in the chest again, the severe pain made Hong Mingdi almost faint.

"Go to hell." Song Zheng pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the heart. Emperor Hong Ming immediately grasped the blade, even if the blade cut his flesh, he did not dare to let go. Song Zheng pressed the knife with all his strength, and Emperor Hong Ming's mouth was full of blood Stopped, neither of them dared to let go of their strength.

"Let me go, I will spare you from dying." Emperor Hong Ming tried to make peace with him.

Song Zheng smiled: "Do you want to fool me with such nonsense?"

"I can let the other people in the East Palace go, and I won't pursue you anymore." Emperor Hong Ming was in a hurry. He was already old, and the indulgence of the past few days had hollowed out his body. He really couldn't last long.

Song Zheng's expression was cruel, and he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "What do they have to do with me? My father is dead, my mother is dead, and my child is also dead. You don't hold me accountable? Just kidding, I am holding you accountable now. "

The more he tried, Hong Mingdi could clearly feel the blade piercing the flesh. He was sweating profusely, and tried to push Song Zheng away, but he was powerless. At the critical moment, a curtain wrapped in fire fell down, covering the After the two of them were stopped, Song Zheng pulled back slightly, and Emperor Hong Ming kicked him away immediately, rolling and crawling to open the palace door.

It's a pity that he couldn't move the door of the hall that was firmly blocked, and another curtain fell with the fire. In order to avoid it, Emperor Hong Ming had to withdraw from the door of the hall. The hall had been engulfed by raging fire. At other exits, it was found that the doors and windows were all stuck, there was a lot of noise outside the hall, and some people kept slamming on the door of the hall, but they couldn't get in for a while.

Song Zheng suddenly appeared again, he raised his knife and rushed over again, Emperor Hong Ming ran quickly, Song Zheng was tripped, the blade directly pierced Hong Ming Emperor's thigh, he fell to the ground in pain, facing Song Zheng's head It was just a hard kick, and Song Zheng's eyes were darkened, but he didn't let him go easily.

He grabbed Hong Mingdi's foot and stabbed him once, twice and three times. Hong Mingdi screamed and kicked him like crazy, but he didn't hide, and he dragged Hong Mingdi to die together.

In the bloody battle upstairs in Jingzhao City, he suffered serious internal and external injuries. If the people around him did not protect him desperately, he would not be able to run away at all. For the past two months, he has been hiding in Tibet, and his old injuries have not healed. It was not as good as before, he knew that coming to the palace would be a dead end, so he didn't plan to leave alive.

He wanted to kill Emperor Hong Ming, this hypocritical, benevolent, drunken king.

With a loud bang, the imperial army smashed open the door of the palace, and the fire in the hall pushed out the imperial army who tried to rush in. Song Zheng saw that it was too late, and he wanted to climb up, but Hong Mingdi was caught on the table. The incense burner turned around and fell on him, Song Zheng was so hit that he almost passed out.

Emperor Hong Ming hurriedly pulled his feet out, shouted and crawled towards the entrance of the hall, but the curtains swept by the fire fell down one after another. If they were covered, they could only be burned alive, and he could only move Go to a corner that is still safe, hoping that someone will come in and save him.