Chapter 208 The Seventh Prince’s Hope
After everyone left, Fu Chenan approached his father and said, “Father, what is my mission?”
Fu Zhonghai: "You are responsible for logistics."
Fu Chenan:......
Why did he become a full-time logistics person? !
Dad, I can still fight.
Have you forgotten?
Fu Zhonghai pointed to the clothes and boots on Fu Chenan's body: "Hurry up and find Dr. Niu to confirm what medicinal materials you need to add, and then go get these clothes and boots."
"The 50,000 Fu family troops coming to the capital this time will each have a set of weapons."
After Fu Zhonghai finished speaking, he left. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around and said, "After purchasing so many things, what else do you need to get in exchange?"
Fu Chenan put aside his resentment for the time being: "Bad swords, silk tapestry, rare treasures, whatever. The more, the better."
Yun brocade and Song brocade are actually very good, but they are not as rare as Kesi, which can only be made by hand, so they cannot fetch high prices at auction.
Fu Zhonghai's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled: "Tell Miss Xiao that you will have swords, silk tapestry, and rare treasures in a few days."
"Let her get the equipment first..."
"Here."
Fu Chenan rushed to find Doctor Niu, who was packing and preparing to leave with the army.
He had recovered from the embarrassment of being knocked out last time, and handed over a list without changing his expression.
"Add some more of these medicines, mainly to be prepared."
Fu Chenan agreed, knowing there was no rush, so he simply set off with the team.
It was getting dark in the capital, and the first snow gradually stopped.
Under the white snow, the visual range became wider. Fu Zhonghai asked people to stop when he was still ten miles away from the capital.
The horses must wear a bit, and they are not allowed to talk or make a fire to cook.
Everyone ate dry pancakes collectively.
Fortunately, this time the pancakes were filled with sauerkraut and lard, and they were quite fragrant when chewed with snow.
Soon, they heard the sounds of siege coming from the capital: giant trees hitting the city gates, and soldiers shouting to kill.
The soldiers were silent for a moment, and then looked in the direction of Fu Zhonghai with some excitement.
The fight started!
Will we send troops?
Fu Zhonghai frowned.
Compassion does not command troops.
He cannot mess up his arrangements in advance just because he feels sorry for the people.
"Everyone is here and on standby. Anyone who makes noises will be killed."
As the order was passed down in a low voice, the 50,000 soldiers were soon as quiet as chickens.
The city gate was quickly breached, and the rebels wasted no time in burning, killing, looting, and went straight to the palace. The people breathed a sigh of relief.
The news of King Dongshan's rebellion had already reached the capital. All the people who could run had already run away. There were not many people left. There were very few casualties among the people in the capital.
Fu Zhonghai held a walkie-talkie in his hand: "Position 1, position 1, what's the situation now?"
Not long after, a low voice came from the intercom: "Position No. 1 reported: The rebels are attacking the palace. The resistance in the palace is much stronger than in the outer city. It is currently a stalemate."
Fu Zhonghai: "If there is any latest news, please report it in time."
"Here."
In the Qianqing Palace, all the princes over ten years old were gathered together, as were the civil servants and military generals.
But the atmosphere was solemn, the emperor's face was ashen, and the civil servants, military generals and all the princes were collectively pretending to be quail.
The concubines and princes of various palaces were concentrated in the back hall and side hall of Qianqing Palace.
The hall was crowded with people, some were crying, some were trembling, and some were shouting "Father."
The emperor was so angry that he wanted to smash the inkstone again, but he knew: it would be useless to smash the inkstone at this time.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom..."
The sound of the rebels hitting the palace gate with huge logs was so loud and clear that it reached everyone's ears.
People are panicking: This palace gate will not last long. The emperor seemed to have made up his mind and began to search for familiar faces in the crowd: "Where is the prince?"
The prince stood up and said in a weak voice: "My son is here!"
"Where are the second prince, the third prince and the fourth prince?"
You can't pretend to be dead in front of everyone. The second prince, the third prince, and the fourth prince can only stand up and say: "My son is here!"
These are the princes who are vying for the throne most vigorously.
"I order the prince to immediately lead the imperial guards in the palace, and the second prince, third prince and fourth prince together to attack the rebels with all their strength. They must be annihilated outside the palace city!"
The four princes were collectively dumbfounded: Send them all out, is this a bet on who can survive and who will take over?
The four of them wanted to give in but didn't dare, so they had to cheer up and rush out with their guards.
"All generals, follow the prince and princes to face the enemy!" the emperor ordered again.
The generals also knew that it was a matter of life and death and had no choice but to retreat. They gritted their teeth and rushed out together with the prince and princes.
As soon as the people left, Qianqing Palace was less than half empty!
The emperor looked at the side hall where cries could be heard from time to time, and said in a gloomy and calm voice: "Let Concubine Qi come over."
Concubine Qi walked over from the side hall fearfully.
The emperor patted the large dragon chair beside him: "Sit next to me."
Concubine Qi wanted to say, "I don't dare," but it was a dragon chair after all. She had eight heads, which were not enough to cut off.
But facing the emperor's cold gaze, Concubine Qi swallowed back the words that came to her lips and sat down beside the emperor, feeling as if she was sitting on pins and needles.
The emperor took Concubine Qi's hand, and their hands were equally cold and damp.
This is a physiological reaction of extreme fear.
The emperor once again ordered: "All the concubines in the side hall will be given one foot of red."
The eunuch who had been prepared immediately held the white silk ribbons and headed to the side hall.
Shocking cries suddenly erupted from the side hall, and chaotic "Your Majesty, please spare my life" rang out. The palace concubine tried to run to the main hall to plead for mercy, but was directly strangled by a white silk ribbon and dragged back.
The underage princes who were still in Qianqing Palace also cried out: "Father, please spare my mother and concubine!"
"Father, spare your life!"
"Mother concubine!"
"don't want……"
The sound was so shrill that it made people's scalp numb and their legs trembling.
The emperor roared: "Why don't you want it? When the rebels come in, are you going to die and be defiled?"
"That would bring shame to our ancestors! It's better to die early!"
Everyone felt chills when they heard this: So the emperor gave them death because he was afraid that the rebels would defile them if they succeeded! ?
The emperor seemed unaware and sat blankly on the throne, his eyes blank.
The concubines were soon strangled by white silk ribbons, kicking their feet in vain. The shouts gradually disappeared, and all that was left was the sound of a death struggle.
The smell of urine quietly filled the air, both in the side halls and in the main hall: the concubines were incontinent before they died, but someone in the main hall was frightened and urinated.
No one dared to cover their noses, and everyone was so scared that their hands and feet were cold and they were as silent as cicadas.
There were two other princes around ten years old who were thrashing and crying, trying to save their own mother, but they were hugged tightly by the bodyguard, and their mouths were even covered.
The servant was afraid that his master would make a sound that would displease His Majesty and be killed directly.
The seventh prince knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing, trying hard to be a good quail, but his heart beat like a drum.
The father strangled all the concubines to death, but left his mother alone...
The princes who were most active in seizing the throne were sent out to resist the rebels, but they left themselves behind...
Father, is he... interested in himself? !
The Seventh Prince clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head, for fear of being spotted.
I wonder if Master led the Fu family army to call?
Where are you?
The seventh prince now wanted the Fu Jiajun to come over and save himself and his mother and concubine. He also hoped that the Fu Jiajun would wait until King Dongshan, the prince, and the second, third, and fourth princes were all killed before coming back.
The seventh prince knew that he shouldn't expect such a perfect ending, but his secret thoughts became more and more important.
The palace change has begun.
Who do you want to be the emperor?
(End of this chapter)