0p0 Chapter 235 - Dispatching troops
Chapter 235 - Dispatching troops
"Gather the soldiers and prepare to go out!" Gu Liuqing put down the military book in his hand and ordered in a cold voice.
"Yes! I will do it now!"
"Wait, go call the princess over."
In a moment, Gu Qinghong, dressed in military uniform and holding a sword, stepped into the room, startling Gu Liuqing who was waiting. "Sister, why are you dressed like this?"
"Soldiers are gathering outside. It looks like the battle is about to begin. How can they survive without me?" Gu Qinghong said with a smile. He walked to Gu Liuqing, picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all. Then he showed him the bottom of the cup and said, "Good tea!"
Gu Liuqing held her hand, opened and closed her mouth, her eyes slightly red, took a few deep breaths to suppress her emotions, and said softly, "Sister, you should enjoy your life as a girl, and leave the fighting to Qing'er."
"Qing'er, sister will indulge you this last time." Without waiting for Gu Liuqing to object, she picked up the marching route he had drawn on the table and began to study it carefully.
"Sister... I..." At this moment, Gu Liuqing couldn't even utter a complete sentence. His mind kept recalling the process of their growing up together. His sister really did everything for him without asking for anything in return, but he could not share anything with her, except for the matter of Ru Nanyue being held hostage.
Gu Liuqing hugged Gu Qinghong tightly and buried his face in her waist. Gu Qinghong, who was looking at the route map, was startled. Just as he was about to ask, he felt a heat on his waist and his eyes were full of shock. Is Qing'er crying?
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Sister, can you sing the nursery rhyme we sang together again for Qing'er?" Gu Liuqing murmured.
As the song sounded, Gu Liuqing cried louder and louder, and Gu Qinghong couldn't stop shedding tears. In that cold palace, the only people who could depend on each other were them, brother and sister. If she didn't help him or care about him, who else would she care about? It had become a habit that was ingrained in her bones and blood. Even if he did too many wrong things, she would not blame him for anything.
On the second day, Feng Muyan's army successfully reached the gate of Nanyue Kyoto Palace. The imperial guards guarding the gate put up a little resistance and then surrendered, clearing the way for Feng Muyan's army. They marched straight to the gate of the imperial palace as if they were entering an uninhabited area.
In the hall, Feng Jinhuan stared at the bundle in front of him in a daze. After a long while, he slowly spoke, "Fang Ming, how long have I been sitting here?"
"Your Majesty, it's been three hours!" Fang Ming said tremblingly while kneeling on the ground.
"It's been so long. It seems like I can't get out." Feng Jinhuan laughed at himself, threw the bag in his hand away, stood up and kicked Fang Ming who was kneeling on the ground, then squatted down and grabbed his collar and yelled, "Why didn't you escape alone, huh?"
Fang Peng lowered his head to look at the iron chain under his feet, then looked at Feng Jinhuan who was furious. The explanation in his eyes was obvious: he also wanted to escape.
"Report! Your Majesty, the rebels have reached the gate of the hall!" A young eunuch ran in, crawling, knelt down and burst into tears.
Feng Jinhuan walked up to the young eunuch with a sword in hand. Before he could say any words of begging for mercy, the sword flashed with a cold light and pierced into his chest. The eunuch then rolled his eyes and died.
Feng Jinhuan touched the blood that splashed on his face and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smell of blood was still the best.
"Scared?"
After licking the blood on his hands, Feng Jinhuan looked sinisterly at Fang Ming who was crawling backwards, and walked slowly towards him, dragging his sword. The tip of the sword made a sharp sound as it scratched the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.