It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 377 The sound of sobbing in the dark night

Yang Xianrong was behind Lan Xiang, but when he saw her body shaking abnormally, he was horrified, "Sima Yue! What did you do?"

"Lan Xiang!" Although the palace people controlled by the spear soldiers could not move, they all saw this scene and shouted. Some people tried to run over regardless, but the spear soldiers showed no mercy and pierced their bodies with their spears.

This time, Yang Xianrong saw it!

There was a "pop" sound when the spear penetrated the body.

There were even red tassels on those shiny spears. Blood flowed down the tassels and dripped onto the ground, drop by drop, sticky and thick.

"Sima Yue! What are you going to do?" Yang Xianrong shouted with all his strength.

"Hey, the Queen is overly sad and has gone insane." Sima Yue glanced at her again, then turned to look at the several palace people who had fallen to the ground and other people who were too scared to move, and said, "Humph. "The emperor has passed away, and this matter must be announced to the world as soon as possible."

Yang Xianrong tried hard to push Sima Zhong's body, but it was too heavy. Her legs didn't have the strength to stand up.

"It seems that the emperor and empress have a deep love. Tsk tsk tsk. It's really enviable and sad." Sima Yue looked down at Yang Xianrong with a half-smile, "Let the queen be buried."

"No!" All the people in the Tianyuan Palace shouted loudly.

"What? You are all going to be buried!" Sima Yue glanced at Sima Zhong, whose face was already covered in blood, and covered his mouth and nose in disgust, "Okay, that's it. Wait until the emperor is buried. On that day, you will all be buried.”

"Sima Yue!" Yang Xianrong couldn't break free from Sima Zhong's already cold hands, but he could still shout, "You are regicide!"

"The Queen is really overly sad. This is all nonsense. Someone, gag her and lock her up." Sima Yue sneered, turned around and prepared to walk out of Tianyuan Palace.

The spear soldiers immediately started to pull up the sheep Xianrong and tie it up. However, at this moment, they also discovered that Sima Zhong's hand could not be opened at all. He had firmly grasped her slender wrist, which had already caused a red and swollen ring.

"This is the emperor of the Jin Dynasty!" Yang Xianrong shouted, "Which of you dares to touch him!"

These people were a little timid and stepped back.

Lan Xiang, who had fallen to the ground and was covered in blood, endured the pain and crawled to Yang Xianrong's side. She still protected her with her body and said loudly: "Don't come over! No one is allowed to come over!"

Seeing such a tragic scene, Doctor Qin couldn't help but said: "Don't move, don't move, I will handle it."

"Get out!" Yang Xianrong yelled through gritted teeth, "Get out of here!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're quite angry." Sima Yue turned around and glanced, "Okay, drag everyone else out and lock them up, and the queen can be with the emperor."

In fact, the spear soldiers did not dare to touch the two of them. After hearing this order, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and retreated one after another. But Lanxiang refused to leave and still held the sheep tightly. Cui Xi also ran over while they were turning around. Although she was stabbed by two spears, the injuries were not fatal.

She hugged Lan Xiang and Yang Xianrong and shouted loudly: "My slave is here! Don't be afraid, girl!"

Perhaps seeing Cuixi's actions, other people in Tianyuan Palace also followed suit. They didn't care about the spears around them, and they all ran to Yang Xianrong, surrounded them in the middle, and all knelt down to kowtow.

That scene was tragic and tragic.

Sima Yue didn't want to see this scene, so he turned around and walked out of Tianyuan Palace quickly. He has a lot of things to do, such as telling the world that Sima Zhong is dead and that the emperor's younger brother Sima Chi must quickly come back from Jinyong City to inherit the throne. He wants to brainwash Sima Chi and tell him that he does not need to take care of the government and only needs to listen to him. Enough. Of course, he kept all his spearmen and even surrounded the Luoyang Palace so tightly that not even a fly could escape.

Everything is based on his word, without exception.

There was a burst of crying in Tianyuan Palace, and the people in the palace were all in tears and trembling all over. Even when Jia Nanfeng was deposed, Sima Zhong was deposed for the first time and was driven to Jinyong City, or when he returned after a failed campaign and was forced to go to Chang'an and other major events, no one cried. Although they were afraid, they still felt that as long as the emperor was here , everything is stable.

But now the emperor is gone.

Yang Xianrong's head was buzzing, and he didn't know if the cold air was transmitted to him by Sima Zhong's cold body. His own body gradually became colder and began to tremble.

Cuixi and Lanxiang, who were nearby, noticed something strange about Yang Xianrong and quickly used their bodies to warm her.

These two people were also bloody people, and the blood all over their bodies was stained on Yang Xianrong's body.

Until this moment, a childish voice suddenly shouted: "Mother!"

Yang Xianrong trembled all over, then turned his head and looked over. It was Sima Jing. She was hugged by Aunt Zhi and walked out of the room at a fast pace. In the chaos just now, no one noticed the two of them. Aunt Qian kept covering Sima Jing's mouth and hid carefully. She didn't dare to come out until now.

Lan Xiang was already a little depressed due to excessive blood loss, but she still hugged Yang Xianrong tightly. Hearing Sima Jing's voice at this moment, he opened his eyes wide and looked at her again.

Sima Jing was so frightened that her face was filled with tears. She stretched out her trembling hands to the sheep and said, "Queen mother, give me a hug. I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Yang Xianrong wanted to hug her, but his hand was grabbed by Sima Zhong... In the end, Grandma Zhan hugged her and knelt in front of Yang Xianrong, crying loudly.

"Queen... slave..." She wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

"It's okay, you did the right thing. If I were really gone, you would have to run away with Jing'er." Yang Xianrong was very calm and didn't even shed any more tears. However, she couldn't see clearly, perhaps because most of the candles in the hall were extinguished, making it look extremely dim and dark.

"Zhang Liangxue." She shouted.

"Yes." Zhang Liangxue also had blood holes on his body. He covered the wound on his thigh and crawled over.

"Your injury..." Yang Xianrong glanced at him, then looked around to see everyone's injuries.

"It's okay." Everyone responded to her.

"Empress!" Zhang Du shouted hoarsely from a distance, "The old slave is alive, the old slave is still there!"

"Yes." Yang Xianrong looked over. Zhang Du's legs were lying on the ground in a strange posture, but the two young eunuchs beside him had already fallen face down in a pool of blood.

"Manager Zhang, live, you must live." Yang Xianrong looked at him and nodded, "We all need to live."

"Yes." Everyone responded to her in a low voice.

In the huge palace, this voice sounded like a whimper, but it was extremely firm.