Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 259 Uprising, Going to the Palace

In the 148th year of the reign of Emperor Qianzheng, after the demons were defeated, the Emperor's former Wencheng garrison commander Yan Buhui joined forces with the Lou family army and the like-minded association to start a rebellion. They pointed their swords at the capital, wanting to punish the tyrant and eliminate the harm to the people.

After the proclamation was issued, responses came from all directions. The Zhitonghui was the leader, and among them Qi Zhaoshu and others led the people to march forward. Wherever they passed, the people welcomed them with food and drink. Wherever the army passed, capable people were moved by its righteousness and joined the army to serve.

When the army was approaching the capital, the tyrant was terrified and quickly sent General Li Wei to lead elite troops out of the city to resist.

Wei was always brave and valiant, but his army had been living in comfort for a long time and had no desire to fight.

The rebel army encouraged their soldiers to march forward bravely. The bravery of the Lou family army and the sharpness of the Zhitonghui were mobilized at the same time. After a day-long battle, they defeated the government troops and captured Wei.

After defeating the army outside the city, they surrounded the capital. When people in the city heard about the virtues and righteousness of the Zhitonghui, many of them joined in the fight. Soon, the city was broken.

At dawn at the hour of Yin, the eunuchs, as usual, waved their whips, and the three sounds echoed throughout the Xuanzheng Hall.

Silver feathers suddenly pierced the air, and soldiers surrounded the city. Teng Bi sobbed and covered her face as she fled. At that moment, arrows pierced her bloody body, and there was no count of death or injury.

The censors were in panic and threw their tablets away. The generals sneered and whistled, and charged at the front of the formation with spears and swords. However, as the reinforcements had not arrived, he knelt on the ground and lost his life.

The emperor was alarmed and issued a hasty decree. The rebels disrupted the court, and the temporary palace temporarily moved west.

However, in an instant, the palace door was broken...

Qi Zhaoshu tied his hat and covered it with a black cap, wore a jade belt around his waist, and wore a dark crimson round-collared robe embroidered with cranes. He did not abandon the etiquette of a subject, but bowed down with his clothes straightened, knelt down, and kowtowed to the heaven, the earth, and the monarch, showing his last relationship with Dayong.

He stood up and looked back, only to see "flatterers". The ministers were shocked and no one dared to look him in the eye.

The team behind Qi Zhaoshu was huge. Meng Chuanbai and other scholars were surrounded by him in flying robes. Lou Wancen and other generals were wearing armor and holding swords, guarding him, with blood on their bodies. The elite of the Red Turban Army came in one after another and completely surrounded the dignitaries in the hall.

Mu Yijun stared at Qi Zhaoshu closely, sitting on the dragon throne, unconsciously clutching the armrests.

When the bright moon hangs high in the sky, even looking at it from afar makes one feel terrified, and it seems that all the suffering in one's heart cannot escape being revealed.

Therefore, when there is an opportunity, those who feel inferior to others want to step on him, as if this can bury their own rotten and smelly insides. They want to tell others like crazy through such actions: Look, he is just like this, not much better than me.

Shameless people covet the light in dark corners, and twistedly resent the light for never favoring them. Little do they know that as long as they leave the dark places, there is light everywhere.

Qi Zhaoshu fell into misfortune and was covered in dust and mud, but the bright moon was destined to hang high in the sky. These hardships would only become stepping stones for him to move towards a higher position.

The thin wrist of the gentleman Yanyan was turned over, and the frost and snow brought by Dayong only made his body more shiny.

Mu Yijun had never faced human nature squarely, until the brilliance of human nature hurt his eyes...

Qi Zhaoshu looked back at Mu Yijun who was pretending to be calm, and raised his lips slightly: "Your Majesty, I am Qi Zhaoshu, and I pay my respects to the Emperor. How are you?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the golden cup on the table, and walked forward casually, leaning forward towards the platform, with an imposing manner.

"Traitor!" Mu Yijun came back to his senses, tears streaming down his face as he spoke each word - how could he have the nerve to ask if he was okay? !

"So what?" Qi Zhaoshu smiled, which made Mu Yijun, who seemed angry, look particularly funny.

Immediately, an old official hit his head against the pillar to show his loyalty, thinking that God was unkind and wanted to destroy Dayong. He shouted loudly, "The three-foot-tall gods will punish you!" Under the cold eyes of the crowd, the blood was stained in the Qinzheng Hall, the dead eyes were wide open, and the place was silent, and you could see a pin drop...

What kind of wise ministers could have survived until now? They would die anyway, but their reputation as loyal to the Yong Dynasty would be much better.

Qi Zhaoshu didn't care. He looked at the pile of memorials on the table and flipped through them casually under Mu Yijun's shocked and angry gaze. After reading them roughly, he sneered with obvious sarcasm.

"Your few words are all about political tactics, and there is not a single word about loyalty. Your turbid dynasty cannot tolerate loyalty, so why do you still sit on the stage? - The disloyal and unjust Great Yong Dynasty will be destroyed only by destiny!"

Every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful. The elite Red Turban Army soldiers around him were all excited and followed the dazzling person in the hall with ardent eyes. They immediately swung their weapons, making a metallic hum, and shouted in unison.

"The Great Yong Dynasty has collapsed. People's hearts are in favor of it, and destiny has chosen it!"

The deafening shouts were like waves, one after another.

Such a scene only frightened all the court officials with different thoughts.

Mu Yijun was so shocked that he suddenly sat up from his seat, but he was too angry to say anything. He saw the wine bottle in Qi Zhaoshu's hand fall, and the wine soaked the memorial on it. He watched him write slowly, with the pen dipped in cinnabar, and the handwriting was smudged, making it particularly eye-catching.

The word "wake up" says: kill them all——

After finishing writing, Qi Zhaoshu did not stay, but handed the matters inside to others and turned to leave.

"Qi Zhaoshu! What right do you have?!" Regardless of whether he was glorious in the past or in trouble, even now, he refused to look him in the eye. What right do he have? ! What right do he have to maintain his superiority no matter what happens? !

Qi Zhaoshu's casual attitude made Mu Yijun a little stressed.

I don’t know where the hatred comes from, it goes deep into the bone marrow, and it is the coldest part of human nature.

Some people hate for no reason. They are mediocre, untalented, and doing nothing. So your excellence, your gift, your kindness and happiness are all original sins.

Qi Zhaoshu's starting point is the end point that Mu Yijun cannot reach in his entire life. He is the person he has always dreamed of becoming but cannot become, and even the superiority brought by his status cannot offset it.

So Mu Yijun envied him, was jealous of him, almost hated him, and even felt that it was all because of him that he fell into this state.

He was caught up in these emotions and had completely abandoned his original self.

Qi Zhaoshu said nothing, stopped, turned his head, gave her a sympathetic look, and left.

The reflection of myself in the other person's eyes was so pathetic and pitiful. I shouted, but it seemed like I was bluffing to cover up my own uncertainty...

Mu Yijun suddenly lost his voice and looked dazed, as if all his strength had been drained away. He collapsed on the chair, and no one dared to help him.

The palace door was wide open. Qi Zhaoshu walked towards it and saw the sun rising into the blue sky, shining through the clouds and pouring in through the cracks.

Walking out of the hall and climbing up the city wall, below is the blazing red wall of the capital, frost and thick glazed tiles, icicles and crystal clear drops, the clouds rise at the end of the year, the wind blows coldly, the white flowers are still flying, covering up the debauchery and decadence of this dynasty...

After coming to the human world once, he pretended to be wild and wanted to get drunk.

The farthest distance is just across the sea; brokenness and perfection have the same destination.

In fact, there is no need to pay attention to the sarcasm and slander. These countless grudges and right and wrong cannot stop his rapid progress.

The grudge with Mu Yijun was no longer important to Qi Zhaoshu. Now that the judgment of right and wrong had come to an end, he didn't want to dwell on the past anymore.

He already had something better to pursue.

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In the 148th year of the reign of Emperor Qianzheng, Yan Buhuan, the general of Wencheng who was originally under the emperor's command, joined forces with the Lou family army and the Zhitong Society to form an alliance and launch an uprising. They pointed their spearheads at the capital, wanting to kill the tyrant and eliminate the scourge for the people.

After the announcement, various places responded one after another. The Zhitonghui was the main force, and Qi Zhaoshu and others led the troops to march straight into the land. Wherever they passed, the people welcomed them with rice in dan [a round bamboo container used to hold rice in ancient times.] and soup in pots. Wherever the army went, talented people were moved by their righteous deeds and joined the uprising army to serve them.

When the rebels arrived at the capital, the tyrant was shocked and frightened, and hurriedly sent General Li Wei to lead elite troops out of the city to resist.

Li Wei has always been brave, but his army has been in a state of comfort for a long time and the soldiers have no intention of fighting.

When the rebels were encouraging their soldiers to march forward bravely, the bravery of the Lou family army and the sharpness of the Zhitonghui broke out at the same time. After a whole day of fierce fighting, the officers' army was severely defeated and Li Wei was captured.

After defeating the army outside the city, they then surrounded the capital. People in the capital heard about the benevolence and righteous deeds of the Zhitonghui and others, and many people in the city acted as accomplices. Soon, the capital was defeated.

At the hour of Yin when the sky was just getting light, the eunuchs waved their whips as per custom, and three loud whip sounds echoed in the Xuanzheng Hall.

Suddenly, silver feather arrows came flying through the air in large numbers. Soldiers and armor surrounded the capital. The palace maids cried, sobbed, covered their faces and fled. At that moment, the arrows shot into people's bodies and they could not care about the dead or injured.

The censors were panic-stricken and threw away their tablets. The generals let out sarcastic roars and came to the front of the formation with guns and swords on their backs to challenge, but no reinforcements came, and they could only kneel and lose their lives.

The emperor panicked and hastily issued an edict, saying that there were thieves disturbing the court and that he would temporarily flee west to the temporary palace to take shelter.

However, the palace gate was breached in the blink of an eye.

(The above Mingyue used some of the readers' words, but with some changes.)

(Qi Zhaoshu's not dwelling on the past here means not getting stuck in unpleasant memories, not that he would let Mu Yijun go.)

云翳[yi] means cloud; shadow

crack, gap

Fight fiercely; fight hard.