Chapter 59 Rebellion

The world suddenly became quiet.

The imperial army stopped holding the sword in their hands, and the pushing crowd also stopped. Everyone looked in the direction of Ye Qinghuai, looking at the young man whose clothes were stained with blood and holding a heavy sword.

The half-cut dagger in the hand of Zhao Decheng, the director of the outpost, fell to the ground with a clang.

He looked at Ye Qinghuai with a pale face, his eyes full of fear and a bit of doubt.

He had seen the emperor many times at ceremonies, but in his impression the emperor always looked like a crowned man, tall, thin, fair, taciturn, like a weak scholar.

It really differs greatly from the image of the person in front of me.

Especially those eyes.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes at this moment contained blades, burning with rage, a fearless determination of life and death, and a soul-stirring domineering spirit.

Such eyes reminded him of the Wolf King on the grassland.

Also shocked was Lin Yuxiu who was kneeling next to Ye Qinghuai.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Qinghuai's profile. Her face was stained with blood, but her eyes were tough and sharp, just like the heavy sword Long Yuan in her hand. The injury on her left shoulder was shocking, and the entire left lapel of the court uniform was covered in blood.

It was soaked through, but she still stubbornly stood half in front of Lin Yuxiu, protecting him behind her.

Lin Yuxiu took a breath. Looking at the young man in front of him who he once thought was named "He Youwei", he suddenly felt that God had played a huge joke on him.

Ye Qinghuai scanned the chaos in front of him. The swords in the hands of the imperial guards were stained with the blood of the people. The officials were trampling on each other in a chaotic mess. They screamed and begged. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

She felt that her shoulder was injured, but she felt no pain.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly raised his hand, raised Long Yuan Sword high above his head, and said loudly: "The Imperial Army listens to the order, I order you to put down the sword in your hands immediately!"

The soldiers of the Forbidden Army stopped attacking, but did not put down their weapons. They looked at each other, a little confused about the sudden change of situation, and for a moment they didn't know whose order they should listen to.

Ye Qinghuai's gaze was like a torch, scanning the bewildered sergeants in front of him one by one.

"What? All the generals came from martial arts families, but they don't even know the Emperor Sword Longyuan? Or is it that the Imperial Guards have collectively resigned and become Gu Shihai's private soldiers!" Ye Qinghuai shouted angrily.

Perhaps because he finally confirmed her identity as the emperor, or perhaps because he was overwhelmed by the aura of the emperor coming from her body, Zhao Decheng knelt down in front of her, kowtowed to the ground and said: "Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, forgive me!"

As soon as he knelt down, the surrounding guards put down their swords and guns and knelt down in her direction.

The students behind Ye Qinghuai also knelt down in front of her and kowtowed to the ground.

Only Luo Zichang stood dozens of steps away, looking at her blankly, as if he had forgotten his movements.

The sun was setting in the west, and the golden sunlight was shining outside Chengtian Gate, and also shining on Ye Qinghuai's body. She stood upright, holding the Long Yuan Sword high, and her whole body shone like a tall and sacred statue.

Around her, within a radius of one mile, as far as the eye can see, there are soldiers and civilians kneeling down.

After a long while, she lowered her arm and stuck the Long Yuan Sword straight on the ground.

She saw Luo Zichang walking towards her across the crowd of Imperial Guards.

His face was paler than Zhao Decheng's, and he frowned slightly. He looked at Ye Qinghuai in disbelief as he walked. When he came closer and confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed the emperor, he quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Ye Qinghuai.

Huai bowed.

He smiled and said to Ye Qinghuai: "Why is Your Majesty here?"

Ye Qinghuai ignored him and asked coldly: "Where is Gu Shihai?"

Luo Zichang was stunned for a moment and replied: "How can the general know where Mr. Gu Ge is?" He raised his eyes to observe Ye Qinghuai's expression, but saw the wound on her shoulder that was cut by a knife, and said in surprise, "

Your Majesty is injured! Go back to the palace and ask the imperial doctor to take a look."

He was completely different from when he was in Jingshou Palace, his face was full of flattery.

But Ye Qinghuai refused to make excuses with him and said angrily: "I came back from hell not to waste my time with you here! Call Gu Shihai to see me!"

Obviously, it's not just Luo Zichang who is completely different.

Luo Zichang didn't understand what made this child-like young emperor suddenly seem like a different person.

But he could see that he could no longer fool the little emperor like a child.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ye Qinghuai sneered briefly and said, "Don't tell me that it was your idea to privately transfer the Imperial Army."

What a heinous crime it is to secretly mobilize the Imperial Guards, let alone secretly mobilize the Imperial Guards to go out of the palace to kill people. With Luo Zichang's rank, I am afraid it is not a crime that he can bear with his head.

Luo Zichang also knew that when things got to this point, he could no longer bear it.

"General Mo, I'll go ask Mr. Guge now." He turned around and left while holding his sword.

It was March, and although the weather was not too hot, a thin layer of sweat soon broke out on Ye Qinghuai's forehead under the afternoon sun.

"Your Majesty, you are bleeding." She suddenly heard the hoarse voice of a man behind her saying timidly.

Ye Qinghuai turned around and saw Qin Yang kneeling not far behind her. He seemed not to dare to look up at Ye Qinghuai, but secretly raised his eyes to watch her expression.

Ye Qinghuai followed his gaze and saw a small pool of blood gathering on the edge of his left soap shoe.

I don't know if it's her blood or the enemy's blood.

"No problem." Ye Qinghuai said, and then she said to Qin Yang, "Qin Yang, come here."

Qin Yang stood up in surprise and walked to Ye Qinghuai. Just as he was about to kneel down, Ye Qinghuai stopped him and said: "From now on, you will be my imperial guard. I will pay my respects after returning to the palace. Now you follow me first."

Good to me."

Qin Yang's eyes were filled with joy, he cupped his fists and said, "Yes."

He put down his hand and felt that his courtesy was wrong, but he didn't know how to do it correctly, so he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and smiled at him, saying: "We will learn these false etiquettes later."

"Yes!" Qin Yang hugged his fists again and grinned at her.

Then, Ye Qinghuai saw that his expression suddenly became serious and looked behind Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai turned around and saw Gu Shihai, dressed in court clothes, leading Luo Zichang, walking towards her against the light from among the kneeling imperial guards.

It seems that he has not returned to his home since he went to court.

Ye Qinghuai turned around, put the Long Yuan Sword back into its scabbard, handed it to Qin Yang, and then faced Gu Shihai calmly, her face darkening.

Gu Shihai stopped in front of Ye Qinghuai. His face was normal, neither happy nor angry nor fearful. He looked at Ye Qinghuai for a long time and asked: "Why did your Majesty rebel?"

A cold light flashed in Ye Qinghuai's eyes, and he asked: "Rebellion? Whose rebellion? Are you plotting against you, Gu Shihai?"

Gu Shihai looked at Ye Qinghuai and replied calmly: "Of course he is plotting against the imperial court."

He deliberately emphasized the word "imperial court".
Chapter completed!