That night.

Yun Yang lay in his room, looking through the window at the dark night outside, his eyes flashing, and his mind was inexplicably thought.

After a long time, he murmured: "Baoer... Now, he can already take the position of prince, and he is more competent!"

Yun Yang is not the only one who has this idea.

The morning court the next day.

His Majesty the Emperor issued an edict immediately without saying a word: "The King of Yong shall not stay in the capital again, go to the fiefdom immediately!"

This Yong King is the former crown prince, and now the title of the second prince!

Compared with Baoer's young man Duozhi, the title of the former crown prince Jin Yong is also appropriate and deductible!

The next imperial edict is to "cancel the son of the eldest prince, Yu Qiankun, as the crown prince; celebrate the whole world together, and pardon the whole world!"

All civil and military officials received the order in unison.

Now that the Yu Tang hegemony has begun, it has already formed a trend of swallowing the world. At this time, the establishment of the national reserve is to eliminate all worries.

His Majesty the Emperor's decisive style is undoubtedly revealed.

That afternoon.

King Yong set out and had only 808 people with entourage left Tiantang City, the capital of Yutang Kingdom.

Wu Ying of the Military Head specifically asked that King Yong would leave the city and the ceremonial ceremony. After the rituals were booked, the Military Head would go through it again to avoid any evildoers from getting involved.

The Ministry of Rites naturally did not dare to neglect it. After approval, it was sent to the Ministry of War immediately.

Wu Ying personally contacted the matter and did not neglect the matter at all. She strictly controlled the entire process and removed all irrelevant personnel. As well as the Liangdi Palace Maid, the Concubine of the Yongwang, the eunuchs and guards, they only raised such a few heads.

Adding to the King of Yong himself, it is exactly the number of 809 people.

So, he ordered his departure immediately.

Eight hundred and nine people!

When King Yong learned about the number of people, he was stunned for a while. After a long time, Yang Tian, ​​who seemed to be enlightened, smiled bitterly, and suddenly let out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha...809,809! Is this retribution? Hahaha..."

In front of the city gate.

There were very few officials who came out to see him off. Instead, Wu Lie, the Minister of Justice, who had always been against King Yong, came to see him off.

King Yong was wearing a green robe and looked back at the city gate. His handsome face was covered with loneliness and despair. He knelt down on the ground in despair and kowtowed nine times at the city gate.

"Father, I will never see you again after my son parted today."

King Yong burst into tears: "I hope you will take care of your health and live a long life."

Princess Yong comforted softly: "Your Highness, although this journey is long, you may not have a chance to return to the capital in the future. Don't be discouraged and unable to recover."

King Yong shook his head miserably, but he didn't want to say a word again. He got on the carriage and headed south.

No one understands better than him why there are so few entourages!

Why are there 809 people?

Even if they were demoted, even if the trees fell and the money was scattered, even if they were injured, how could there be only eight hundred people? Where did the escort officers and soldiers go? Even if they had to follow the people in the original crown prince's mansion, there would be more than eight hundred.

However, the accompanying of these 808 people reminded the former crown prince of a long-lost past.

When the battle of Tianxuan Cliff and the Nine Lords changed, there were also 809 people accompanying him!

Nine Lords bring eight hundred iron guards!

In the battle of Tianxuan Cliff, eight hundred and eight people died, almost all the troops were wiped out. Yun Zun was left alone to survive. Even after returning, it caused a huge storm. But since then, Jiu Zun has been invisible behind the scenes for a long time!

Whether it is sacrificed or surviving!

Now that I have been demoted, I have to add my escorts to this number of 809!

What does this mean?

What does it mean?

King Yong knew better than anyone else and understood!

My own group is dead, and there will be no more luck. There will never be any survivors like Yun Zun!

From this we know that since the other party made such an arrangement, we must be clear and clear. The accident in Tianxuanya included his own actions.

Thinking about it further, the number of people I visited on this trip was finally approved by the military!

Haven't it explained more questions?

This is by no means an accident or coincidence, a dead end, a path of misfortune, or... a path of no return!

These 800 people are all their confidants and their own irons; then these 800 people are their own burial objects!

No one will survive!

This is a foregone conclusion!

Three days later.

King Yong and his party passed by Canglong Ridge. That night, they camped here for rest. It was midnight, and suddenly the wind blew, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain started.

The next morning.

No one came out of the camp, and it seemed extremely quiet.

People from the local government received the news and went to check it out, but saw that there were 809 corpses in the entire camp, without exception, lying neatly on the ground, arranged in a regular manner, and clearly visible at a glance.

The first one is King Yong himself.

Eight hundred and nine people fell asleep like this.

In the tent, there were four big words written by King Yong himself: "I deserve the sin!"

On a rock next to it, someone wrote a few lines of words in blood.

"The prince breaks the law and is the same as the people; he will fight against blood for blood, and he will fight against tooth for tooth. The grudges will be broken, and the blood will be paid for blood."

...

At this moment, in a small roadside hotel three hundred miles away from Canglongling.

A young man with a thin figure ordered a few jars of wine and a few side dishes, and where to eat and drink quietly.

After a long time, he murmured: "Brother Fengzun, I will do my best to speak, and I will avenge you."

He quietly lowered his head, looked at the wine in the wine bowl, and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Yunzun means to kill only King Yong, not innocent people. But I can't help it. I don't want to kill only one person, I just want to kill eight hundred and nine people."

He laughed: "Happy!"

Suddenly, he stood up, threw down two thousand taels of silver, bought all the wine from the tavern, and then poured it on the ground, laughing.

He knelt down at the fragrant wine marks on the ground, kowtowed a few times, his green clothes fluttered, and left.

...

Military headquarters.

Wu Yingyuan.

"Mr. Wu, it's not good for me to do things in a low position, so I'm here to get the crime."

"oh?"

"When the Beizi arrived, His Highness Yong and his group of 809 people had all died in destiny and no one survived."

"Um?"

"The stone next to it says that the prince violated the law and was guilty of the people, and he fought against blood for blood, and he fought against tooth for tooth. The grudges were broken, and the blood debt was paid for blood. These twenty-four blood words indicate that someone had taken action in advance."

"Um."

"Sir, what should we do?"

"seal up!"

"I understand."

"Go."

"Subordinates surrender."

The man in black walked backwards.

Wu Ying walked slowly, walked to the window, looked at the moonlight in the sky, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured: "Die."

A cloud floated over, covering the moonlight.

The sky was full of hazy.

"I deliberately issued an order of one hour late; it turns out that someone started early!"

...
Chapter completed!