Beyond the Divine States Chapter 17: : The back view under the palace

In the gloomy attic, Song side held a copper pestle more than a foot long and full of inscriptions, and walked quickly across the dark corridors of the imperial palace.

Because the emperor held back everyone when he took the pestle, the noise outside hasn't come here for a while.

Because he didn't have the emperor's blood, the pestle had burned his palm to redness, but Song side still held it tightly, his expression almost indifferent.

He remembered how the emperor had just looked at him in shock and panic, and couldn't help but smile.

"Being a monarch for more than ten years, I learned some superficial emperor's heart skills without any improvement."

The corners of his mouth curled up coldly, everything went smoothly, but some unnecessary blood was omitted.

He followed the route that he had calculated countless times, and walked towards the back of the palace.

After walking for dozens of steps, he took out a ring from his robe. Four keys hung on the ring. These keys could open the lock on the way to the rear hall door.

This morning, in the name of welcoming the fairy, he quietly received these keys from the dark guards in the outer city.

At that time, he looked at the keys that had been re-engraved, and realized that this matter had been planned secretly for a long time.

It's just that the young majesty never knew it.

As long as there is no one to stop him, the next road will be unimpeded for him.

It wasn't until he passed the first door that the chaotic sound finally sounded from behind.

"Song side! You have no emperor's blood. It is harmful and useless to seize this burning pestle. Don't go crazy!"

"Your Majesty is kind, there is still room to look back at this moment."

A deep voice came from behind. The speaker was still a long way away from him, but his inner strength was deep and it reached his ears.

Song side was unmoved, walked through the Youge, opened a door, and fastened it with his backhand after passing.

Many of those masters are secret guards of the palace, but they are not as familiar with the structure of this palace as him. Many secret doors in this palace are designed with exquisite design, I am afraid that even the emperor does not know it.

Behind the gate, the sound of chasing and killing came from afar.

Song side walked quickly across this corridor. At the end of the corridor was a pavilion. He opened the door of the house, and then quickly and accurately counted the order of the floor. Block the floor and walked into the secret tunnel.

At this moment, the emperor was sitting paralyzed in the rain, and several court ladies gathered around, lifted him up from the ground, and carefully inserted him into the hall.

The dragon robe was soaked in rain, the emperor's face was pale, and he muttered to himself.

For Song side, he has always trusted him, why should he oppose himself? Is it just because I asked him to pull the pestle once?

Impossible... Could it be that...

The emperor held his forehead, only feeling that his head was always aching. He stumbled to his feet, pushed the maid away, and shouted: "Come here, grab Song side, I will try him personally!"

The maid said repeatedly: "Return to your majesty, the guard has already gone to arrest, the anti-thief has no martial arts, and should be arrested soon."

The master guarding the emperor also said: "Could Song Fang be the illegitimate child of a certain prince? How else can I drive that thing without the blood of the emperor?"

The emperor was startled, and then shook his head again and again: "No...no, Song side, Song side is impossible, he must be submissive to whom..."

"Who will it be..."

The emperor held his head with an expression of pain: "Didn't those masters usually say that one is better than the other? How come they are all wine and rice bags now, and a Song side can't be captured for so long?"

The emperor was gasping for breath, the pain of being betrayed pressed his heart, his eyes were reddish, and he was extremely angry: "Trash...you can't catch it, I will catch it myself!"

The young emperor straightened up with a hoarse voice and walked toward the outside of the palace.

The court lady wanted to stop, but a minister who heard the sound pressed his hand and motioned them to stop moving.

The emperor walked outside the palace gate again, he turned around, and the people behind him who had been looking at him bowed their heads or looked away, and the whole palace seemed to reverberate with Ruoyoruowu sighs.

The emperor finally awoke a bit, he sneered, his sleeves floated, and said: "You... won't you want to betray me?"

The courtier sighed and said: "The courtiers just hope that your majesty can calm down. Now that the imperial city is worrying about foreign affairs, we must not mess with ourselves. Although Song's side has taken the burning pestle, he is definitely not far away. Your Majesty should not be so panicked. Of."

The emperor looked at him and said angrily: "If the pestle falls into the hands of other people... If the pestle falls into the hands of one of our younger brothers or uncles... Well, they should have been killed long ago." /

The guard replied: "The guard is extremely tight today. There is absolutely no one else near the palace."

The emperor sneered: "Why did Song side do this? Is he a fool?"

No one in the palace answered again.

The emperor looked at the heavy rain outside, the light from thunder and lightning hit his face, shining pale, and the emperor's whisper was weak and inaudible in the thunder that followed.

"Do you know what it means for the Vermilion bird to burn the pestle? Do you know... what's under this imperial city? If I am in a hurry, I will release that thing. When the time comes, what will be the glory of the country? , I, Zhao...will die with Nanzhou!"

The thunder disappeared, and the second half of his words echoed clearly in the palace.

Suddenly, he found that everyone was looking at him, even the court lady raised their heads timidly.

He realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Even the Nine-Five Lords of a country shouldn't say such things.

He wanted to say something to make up for his majesty, but at that moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

"The old monster...The palace is heavily guarded..." He suddenly shouted: "Who said that the guards are strong? There, there are no guards there!"

"Your Majesty said..."

"There is a well behind the main hall!" The emperor clenched his fist: "Can someone fortify there?"

The others became more puzzled, "Your Majesty is talking about the well on the King's Road?"

"That's it!" The emperor cut the line firmly.

The minister laughed blankly: "The well is on the road. With so many people passing by every day, what's weird?"

The emperor regained his composure. He let out a foul breath and said in a deep voice: "What do you know? Come here! Let me capture Song's side."

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The back door of the imperial palace opened, and the two guards standing with halberds nervously put on a posture against the enemy, then withdrew back, respectfully saying: "Song Master."

The chaos hasn't reached this side, they don't know that Song's side is already the sinner looking for in the palace.

Song side nodded and walked forward.

One of the guards looked at him and frowned: "Where did Master Song go? Why did you come out from here?"

Song side replied casually: "Your Majesty has confessed something, don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

"Master Song, do I need to hold an umbrella for you?"

Song waved his hand sideways: "No, keep on guard, don't say anything."

The guard quickly silenced, but the other person noticed his hand and whispered: "Look... what is the Master Song holding?"

The man lowered his voice, "It should be the treasure of the palace..."

"No, this door has not been opened for many years. The commander told us that this can only be opened with the supreme weapon in the palace. How come Master Song..."

"Will there be any change?" The other's expression immediately changed.

Song side turned a deaf ear to their whispered conversation, and in a few words, he walked far away until he stopped at the ancient well in the middle of the road.

In order to prevent the palace ladies from losing their feet, the well has a high head and a jade fence around it. Because it is very close to the Changxiang Temple, the palace ladies often come to carry water, and they have been in peace for decades.

This well looks too ordinary to be ordinary.

This Master Song, who is always friendly to everyone, has an extremely solemn expression. He knelt down by the well, the rain soaked his knees, and the copper pestle in his hand was offered with both hands.

The two guards finally noticed that something was wrong. Just as they were going to Song's side to see what he was doing, the side of the palace, the sound of horseshoes sounded like rain.

Song side raised his head, looked over the boundless Qiuyu, and looked at the group of people coming, slightly surprised.

The emperor headed in a dragon robe, after seeing Song side, he clapped his hands and cheered, rolled over and dismounted, glaring at Song side: "Okay, you are here!"

"Your Majesty is really wise." Someone agreed.

The emperor sternly said: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly take him down for me!"

The men and horses behind them quickly gathered around.

The emperor looked at him with a sneer and said, "Song side, who are you obedient? Oh, let me guess, although Zhao Shiqiu's martial arts is high, he is far away in Mincheng at this moment. Although Zhao An is wise and talented, I I always send people to stare, and no information is coming. Zhao Shisong is my uncle. He has treated me very well since I was a child. He also promised me to be a rich prince...I am becoming more and more curious, who are you waiting for?"

Song looked at him and smiled: "Your Majesty can guess that the minister is here, it seems not stupid."

The emperor frowned, his pupils gushing anger: "Kill him, take back the Vermillion Bird and Burn the Pestle, whoever you want to wait, I will wait for you!"

No one does it.

The emperor turned to look at them, puzzled and angrily said: "What? You want to turn back?"

"Hey, Zhao Fu..."

The autumn rain is like a bean, smashing into the mortal world, arousing a loud noise.

A voice suddenly remembered. It was very clear and shallow, but at that moment the emperor felt that he could not hear the sound of rain. He turned around stupidly and saw the edge of the ancient well. He did not know when he was sitting in a black dress. A beautiful girl, she was looking at herself faintly, and she gently shook her skirt to reveal a small piece of white legs, with a soft smile between her beautiful eyebrows.

"Zhao Fu, when I was very young, I said you were a stupid. Now it seems that what you said did hurt you. For so many years, you still like to be smart. Compared with your two brothers, you are not only born It’s early, what else can you do?"

The girl said calmly, her tone of voice was not too turbulent, not like questioning or scolding, just a leisurely narration.

The emperor looked at her, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, he was told by a little girl ten years younger than himself that he was stupid in a naive and innocent tone.

He always told himself that although this sister is known as the daughter of the Son of God, she is still young and ignorant, and how can Tong Yan Wuji take it seriously?

Until this moment, he discovered that for so many years, he had been taking it seriously, and he always wanted to prove that he was no worse than his father and his two younger brothers.

He looked at the girl in front of him, puzzled: "Zhao Xianger...Aren't you in the National Teacher's Mansion? Why..."

Suddenly he remembered the legend of the well, and he cursed himself for being stupid. Over the years, he has been skeptical about the secrets that his father told him when he was dying. At this moment, thinking about it, those should not be the nonsense when the father is about to die.

Zhao Xianger blinked at him, as if saying that there is no place I can't go to in this palace?

Song side raised his head, looked at the little girl in front of him, smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness, the minister takes this, it's very difficult."

Zhao Xianger coldly snorted: "Twenty days ago, you failed to save my mother, so what if I let you kneel for a while?"

Song side sighed: "Yes, Your Highness."

The emperor still didn't understand, "When did Song side be loyal to you? Are you all acting before?"

Song side said: "Your Majesty, you are wrong. For so many years, I have never betrayed the Empress. Before you besieged the Qianyu Palace, I was just powerless. Now your Highness comes back and takes your allegiance to Your Highness."

The emperor said: "I sent someone to stare at you, and the witch master sent you to stare at you, but I still couldn't watch it. This matter is so thorough, when did you start conspiring?"

Song side replied: "A few days ago, the little general's mansion, His Royal Highness had been here, when I was leaving, in full view, she took care of my clothes."

At that time, she stuck a note under her breast.

Everything is without words.

Zhao Xianger looked at the fallen emperor who was soaked by the heavy rain, smiled and asked, "Are there any questions?"

The emperor looked at her and said: "You don't know, only the blood of the emperor can drive this pestle. Are you really the illegitimate daughter of your father?"

"The blood of the emperor..." Zhao Xianger blinked. She finally took the Suzaku Fenhuo pestle from Song's hand, held it in her palm, and stared at the tip of the Fenhuo pestle, and said: "Do you know what it is? Emperor's blood?"

The emperor was stunned. He didn't expect Zhao Xianger to ask this question. He said: "Imperial blood is naturally the blood of my Zhao royal family since the founding of the country."

Zhao Xianger gently shook her head and stroked her palm with the tip of the burning pestle. The blood flowed out and dripped on the copper pestle. After the blood dripped on the smooth surface of the pestle, it penetrated in. Then, the copper pestle It lit up, and every inscription was shining with scarlet light, as if it were a miniature hollow copper furnace, with the charcoal fire ignited by her blood.

The emperor was dumbfounded: "How...how is this possible? Who are you?"

Zhao Xianger looked at the pestle in her hand and smiled with satisfaction. She looked at the emperor and said calmly: "The blood of the emperor is the blood that the immortal rewards you to the Zhao family. I am the daughter of the immortal, and of course the emperor's blood is My blood."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was shocked and speechless, only Song side bowed down, and he finally dispelled the last doubt in his heart and was convinced.

The emperor staggered back and pointed at her tremblingly: "You...couldn't you really be...we killed..."

The emperor clutched his heart, speaking incoherently.

Zhao Xianger walked down holding the burning burning pestle. Behind her, a pair of burning flame wings was vaguely outlined. The heavy rain fell on her side and was steamed into a vast white gas. No drop can fall on her.

"The first emperor had long ago planned to abolish you, but my heart..." She walked past the emperor, glanced at him faintly, and sighed indifferently: "This country of Zhao, originally borrowed by the mother Yours, now Guoe is in the lead, and you have nothing to do, so I took it back on her behalf, Zhao Fu, go to your Changxiang Hall to rest, don’t bother me."

They passed by in the heavy rain, and the emperor stood desperately on the spot, his bright yellow robe becoming more desolate in the wind and rain.

Zhao Xianger stopped, looked at the people who were still standing in the rain, and asked: "Where are you?"

Almost everyone remembered the scene three years ago.

At this moment, there is no setting sun but heavy rain, and there is no blood in the girl's dress.

But people involuntarily separated a path.

Zhao Xianger passed through the crowd and walked towards the palace.

"Song side is willing to always follow His Highness's side." Song side shouted, knocking on the forehead, and bowing heavily.

The scene was like a frost and wind blowing and killing Baicao. The people facing the girl's back were dumped like reeds.