I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

"My men, the dog emperor is right before us, follow me and kill him!"

The rebels surged toward the Hall of Mental Cultivation like a tidal wave, their swords reflecting the firelight, turning the entire square into a sea of ​​blood.

Seeing that these treacherous officials had entered the ambush, Yan Song narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly.

"kill!"

"Release the arrows!"

At Chen Chun's command, the bowstrings of the Tengxiang Four Guards suddenly rang out.

Whoosh whoosh!

A rain of arrows, like dark clouds pressing down, instantly enveloped the entire square.

The Duke of Qing's pupils contracted sharply, and he wildly swung his long sword, cutting down the arrows that were shot at him one by one.

However, most of the three hundred people who remained behind him were ordinary people.

Without any martial arts skills, one wouldn't have this ability.

Puff puff! ! !

The dull thuds of arrows piercing flesh continued, and blood splattered in the firelight.

The number of people in the square was decreasing at a visible rate, and the Duke of Qing was extremely anxious, shouting loudly.

"If we storm into the Hall of Mental Cultivation and take the emperor hostage, we still have a glimmer of hope."

The martial arts masters roared and parried with their swords as they ran towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

But the arrow rain was too dense; the first round had barely ended when the second round began.

Ah!

A fifth-rank expert had just deflected twelve arrows when the thirteenth pierced his throat!

His eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding neck.

"Run! Run!"

The Duke of Qing roared.

The remaining men fled in panic, but the rain of arrows gave them no chance to catch their breath.

A sixth-rank martial artist roared, unleashing his true energy to shatter the incoming arrow.

But just when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet emerged.

puff!

A heavy iron arrow suddenly pierced through the air and went straight through his chest.

This powerful figure, who had roamed the martial world for twenty years, was actually pinned to the ground by an arrow.

"Oh."

Chen Chun chuckled and casually tossed the seven-stone bow that had killed the sixth-rank martial artist to the captain beside him.

"Surging around like that, they're asking for it."

He brushed off non-existent dust from his official robe, his tone as dismissive as if he were commenting on an annoying fly.

In the distance, the Duke of Qing was still putting up a stubborn resistance, but everyone could see that...

The rebellion is over.

Originally eight hundred elite troops, only three hundred remained when they reached the square.

At this moment, the Duke of Qing looked around and found that there were less than ten people left.

The ground was littered with corpses riddled with arrows, and blood flowed in streams, slowly trickling through the cracks in the brickwork.

As the rain of arrows ceased, Yan Song stepped forward first, followed half a step by Cao Zhichun and Chen Chun, who both wore ambiguous smiles.

The four guards of Tengxiang surged out from behind the pillars on both sides like a tide, their armor clanging loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the Duke of Qing and his dozen or so remaining troops were completely surrounded.

"Duke of Qingguo."

Yan Song stepped forward slowly, his voice eerily calm.

"His Majesty requests your presence."

The Duke of Qing was covered in blood, and the long sword in his hand was cracked.

This once powerful duke finally revealed his despair.

"What a clever use of the word 'please'."

He gave a bitter laugh, pointing the tip of his sword at Yan Song, "You eunuch dogs, how dare you swagger before me?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Zhichun smiled sinisterly and said, "Lord Duke, you mustn't speak carelessly. His Majesty is in a good mood, so I hope you won't offend him later."

"lead the way."

Chen Chun waved his hand, and four soldiers immediately stepped forward and bound the Duke of Qing tightly with fine steel chains.

At that moment, Wen Feng, covered in dust and dirt, crawled out from the pile of corpses nearby.

He was already ragged and bloodstained, but when he saw Cao Zhichun, his eyes lit up with hope.

"Chief Supervisor Cao! Chief Supervisor Cao!"

Wen Feng staggered over, his face filled with almost naive joy, as if Cao Zhichun were his own father at that moment.

He waved his blood-stained arm, his voice filled with the relief of surviving a close call.

Hearing the voice, Cao Zhichun frowned and turned around, squinting at the disheveled traitor. He asked, puzzled, "Who are you?"

"I'm Wen Feng!"

Wen Feng explained eagerly, even trying to grab Cao Zhichun's sleeve in excitement.

The next second, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because Cao Zhichun's face suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization, which then turned into a cold and unfamiliar expression.

"Wen Feng?"

"do not know."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared.

Wen Feng felt a chill on his neck, and his vision suddenly spun around.

His last conscious thought was seeing his headless body slowly fall down, while Cao Zhichun was leisurely wiping the long sword in his hand.

Pfft!

The head rolled to the ground, and the face covered in dust still held a look of astonishment and disbelief.

Just before his consciousness completely faded, Wen Feng finally realized that it was all an elaborate scam.

At that moment, Cao Zhichun had already turned and left, his gold-embroidered boots mercilessly stepping over the still-warm head as if it were a pebble on the roadside.

"Clean it up."

Without turning his head, he ordered, "Don't dirty His Majesty's path."

Chapter 52 I desperately want to be emperor

Inside the Prince Yu's Mansion, candlelight flickered.

Xiao Jingting paced back and forth in the study, his brocade boots leaving messy marks on the carpet.

He glanced out the door every now and then, his eyes flashing with anxiety and ambition.

"gentlemen!"

When Zhu Qi had bathed and changed, appearing refreshed at the door, Xiao Jingting practically pounced on him.

He grabbed Zhu Qi's sleeve, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "I've been waiting for you!"

Zhu Qi feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"Sir, you don't know yet?" Xiao Jingting lowered his voice, but couldn't suppress the excitement in his tone.

"The Duke of Qing has rebelled at Xuanhua Gate. I am planning to send the Imperial Guards to quell the rebellion. What do you think, sir?"

"Deploying troops?"

Zhu Qi shook his head, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Does Your Highness also intend to rebel?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingting's pupils contracted sharply. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If I can seize this chance to eliminate the Crown Prince and his ilk, I will be the emperor!"

"inappropriate."

Zhu Qi slowly shook his head, his voice still calm.

"If we fail, Your Highness's life will be ruined."

"gentlemen!"

Xiao Jingting suddenly grabbed Zhu Qi's hand, tears streaming down his face.

"Please help me, please help me! I know you have a foolproof plan!"

He raised his bloodshot eyes and solemnly said, "If I become emperor, I will listen to everything you say, and I will respect you as I would my father."

Zhu Qi looked down at Xiao Jingting's frenzied appearance.

Through his eyes, Zhu Houcong, far away in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Rebel!

I am not dead yet, and you dare to have such a treasonous dream!

Although he was inwardly sneering, he outwardly showed a troubled expression.

He quickly tried to dissuade him, saying, "Your Highness, even if you could mobilize the Imperial Guards, it would be a serious crime to mobilize troops without authorization!"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Xiao Jingting said confidently, "We'll just say we were worried about Father Emperor's safety and that we mobilized troops in a moment of desperation. That should be enough to fool them."

"His Majesty has just experienced a rebellion and is highly suspicious. What makes you think he will listen to your explanation?"

"I can't care about anything else anymore!"

Xiao Jingting suddenly said hysterically, "Sir, I...I want to be emperor so badly...I...I dream about it all the time."

"I don't want to lose this opportunity!"

After a moment of silence, Zhu Qi finally nodded "helplessly" and said meaningfully, "Very well, if we fail this time, His Majesty will probably not punish us too harshly out of consideration for our father-son relationship."

I tried to give you good advice, but you wouldn't listen.

Well!

Let me see how many fools in the Imperial Guards are willing to rebel with you.

Xiao Jingting nodded excitedly and led Zhu Qi straight to the Imperial Guard.

His face was flushed, and his eyes burned with a mad ambition.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the generals, he shouted, "The Duke of Qing is plotting a rebellion! His Majesty is in imminent danger!"

"Who is willing to follow me to rescue the emperor and achieve great deeds? The day is now!"

The crowd looked at each other, and many of them had a glint of ambition in their eyes.

Then, dozens of people actually knelt down in unison.

"We are willing to follow Your Highness!"

Zhu Qi observed coldly, memorizing the faces of these people one by one.

He noticed that most of the respondents were young and impetuous captains.

The veterans stood there with solemn expressions.