From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 241

"I can't run or fight anymore."

"I'm so tired, so hungry, so thirsty!"

"I don't want to leave. I'll just die here. I really can't hold on any longer."

On the vast grassland, on the cold ground, the remaining two thousand imperial guards slumped on the ground and took a short rest.

Hundreds of carriages also stopped, and many royal nobles and officials got off the carriages and breathed in the fresh air.

They all knew that they were in a desperate situation. No one could stand it without food or water.

Whether they were imperial guards, officials, or royal blood, they were always equal at this moment.

"Seventeenth brother, why don't we surrender? We'll all be dying of thirst if we keep going this way."

"Now whoever gives me a glass of water, I'm willing to spend one thousand taels of silver!"

"Ten thousand taels is fine."

"We can't hold on any longer, let's turn back, brother Jing Wang won't make things difficult for our clan."

"Yes, we all have the surname Chen, so we won't kill each other."

"Maybe he needs us to clear his name!"

"Yes, this is not a solution, let's ask Qinshui."

Seven or eight elders of the clan quietly came to the carriage of Princess Qinshui.

Prince Yu laughed softly and said, "Qinshui, your wounds haven't healed yet? Can you hold on?"

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Princess Qinshui poked her head out, looking at everyone, and said lightly, "I know what you are going to say. I only say one thing, you can make your own decision, and I won't interfere."

"But at the same time, I also tell you, if you make the wrong choice, I won't plead for you, and you can die if you deserve to die."

This sentence made all the clan members blush and curse.

"Qinshui, we are your elders after all, how can you talk like that!"

"Now that you have taken control of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you don't know the difference between the old and the young?"

"You cursed us to death, where is your upbringing as a princess!"

Princess Qinshui snorted heavily, walked out of the carriage, and said coldly: "You old things, you usually act arrogantly in your own house, don't use this trick on me!"

"My father didn't cure my rebellious temper back then, and now it's your turn to teach me how to do things?"

"Don't you take a piss and look at yourself, you are so fat and bloated, even dogs think your meat is greasy!"

"You want to surrender? Don't ask for my opinion, if you have the courage, just run back, or go and tell Her Majesty! Let her agree to abdicate, and everything will be solved!"

The old princes were scolded so much that they couldn't find any words to refute.

The main reason was that she didn't dare to refute, after all, when Princess Qinshui got off the carriage, she took a knife.

The knife flashed with a cold light, which would make people polite.

"Qinshui, don't get excited, we are all family."

Prince Yu hurriedly tried to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "We have no other choice, so I came to ask your opinion."

Princess Qinshui said: "Ask me for my opinion? Okay! If you are not afraid, follow me and see what His Majesty is planning."

She strode to the back, and the guards inside were guarding very strictly, and they reluctantly let in when they saw that it was a member of the royal family.

At this moment, in the wilderness, Empress Zhaojing was discussing important matters with a group of cabinet ministers.

Seeing a group of royal relatives coming, Empress Zhaojing smiled instead.

She narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "My dear ministers, it seems that not only you are shaken, but also the clan nobles, and perhaps the imperial guards are also shaken."

Beside her, Xiaozhuang stood quietly, her eyes swept around, and as long as anyone made a move, she would immediately take action.

Yang Guozhong said in a deep voice: "Two days without water and food, mortal bodies naturally cannot endure it, Your Majesty, why don't you go and see the imperial guards?"

Six thousand imperial guards rushed all the way and had to fight at the same time. The physical strength and energy they paid were much heavier than others, not to mention that nearly four thousand people had died.

The remaining two thousand or so were able to hold on here, which was already a firm will.

Empress Zhaojing nodded, without even looking at the clan relatives, but slowly said: "Let's go and see the soldiers."

So, those soldiers who were lying on the ground silently bandaging their wounds saw Empress Zhaojing, whom they had almost no chance to see.

Beautiful face, noble temperament, mysterious priest robes, and a pair of eyes that can see through everything...

Everything about this woman seems to be exciting enough.

"Your Majesty..."

An injured soldier wanted to stand up.

Empress Zhao Jing waved her hand and said, "All soldiers don't have to be polite, just rest and heal your wounds."

"You have walked hundreds of miles, fought dozens of times in a row, and have been without water and food, but you can still hold on until now. You are all the most heroic warriors of Dajin."

Her voice was different from when she was in court. Her tone was extremely gentle at this moment, like a sister next door, like a great mother.

Countless soldiers almost burst into tears when they heard this, and they felt that the blood in their bodies was agitated.

Empress Zhaojing said softly: "I have seen your loyalty and courage. After this battle, there will be rewards."

"Your blood will not be shed in vain, your comrades will not sacrifice in vain, I will use the blood of the traitors to avenge you!"

More than 2,000 imperial guards gritted their teeth, knelt on the ground and shouted: "I am willing to die for your majesty!"

Empress Zhaojing nodded slightly with a smile on her face, and saw a strong man sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, with blood all over his body.

She frowned, but shouted: "Guan Dayong, how is it? Can you still stand up? "

The imperial guards and ministers around were stunned for a moment. Did His Majesty remember the soldier's name?

Guan Dayong was a man who didn't know etiquette. He just scratched his head and smiled, saying, "I can still kill the enemy, but I'm too hungry."

Empress Zhaojing nodded and sighed slightly, "You are a good man. Your father should be happy to see you like this."

Guan Dayong glared and said, "How do you know my father?"

"Disrespectful!"

Wu Qingrong couldn't help but scolded.

Empress Zhaojing waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, and then smiled and said, "Not only do I know your father, but I also know that he will be here soon. Do you want to see him?"

"Really? Yes!"

Guan Dayong said excitedly, "I haven't seen my father for three months!"

Empress Zhaojing smiled and said softly, "It seems that the enemy army arrived before your father. "

As soon as these words came out, everyone raised their heads and looked forward, their faces suddenly changed.

The mighty army of King Jing had already caught up, and at the moment when night fell, countless torches had been lit.

The sound of horse hooves was broken, and the drums were thunderous.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Wu Qingrong changed color and said, "Your Majesty, get on the carriage and leave immediately!"

More than two thousand imperial guards stood up immediately, dragging their tired bodies, and bursting out with a strong will to fight.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Kill the enemy!"

Countless imperial guards were roaring.

But the clan members present were pale and looked like they were about to die. They were already desperate in their hearts.

A group of ministers were even more impatient, shouting, "Your Majesty, hurry up! Can't delay!"

"Two thousand imperial guards can't stop them, our people have no fighting power, retreat! "

Empress Zhao Jing said calmly: "I have not reached the end of my rope yet, I still have soldiers!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless torches lit up in the direction of Yanshan, like an endless fire dragon, illuminating the night sky.

In the dark world, a majestic voice resounded in all directions.

"Welcome the Holy Emperor! Kill the traitors!"

"Welcome the Holy Emperor! Kill the traitors!"

Countless imperial guards changed color in horror, and the royal family and ministers turned back.

On a red horse, a young man in silver-white armor held a long sword, with a dignified demeanor, and shouted: "Zhou Yuan, the commander of the North City Military Department! Come to rescue the emperor!"

"Five percent of the military department, 14,870 soldiers! Willing to die for your majesty!"