Chapter 759 Eight Hundred and Nine People!

that night.

Yun Yang was lying in his room, watching the dark night outside through the window, his eyes flickered, his mind was inexplicable.

After a long, long time, he murmured: "Bao'er... Now, I can already take the position of prince, and I am more than competent!"

It's not just Yun Yang who has this idea.

Early morning on the second day.

Without further ado, His Majesty the Emperor immediately issued an edict: "King Yong is not allowed to stay in the capital anymore, go to the fief immediately!"

This Yong Wang is the former His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is now the title of the Second Prince!

Compared with Bao'er's youthful wisdom, the title of the former prince Jinyong Wang is also appropriate, every detail is in place!

And the next imperial decree is "Canonize Yu Qiankun, the son of the eldest prince, as the grandson of the emperor; the whole world celebrates, and the world is amnesty!"

All civil and military officials received the decree in unison.

Now that Yutang's hegemony is unfolding, it seems that it has formed a tendency to swallow the world. At this time, registering as a state reserve will relieve all worries.

His Majesty the Emperor's vigorous and resolute style is undoubtedly evident.

That afternoon.

King Yong set off with only 808 people in his entourage, leaving Tiantang City, the capital of Yutang Kingdom.

Wu Ying of the military department specifically requested that King Yong go out of the city to honor the ceremony, and after the Ministry of Rites was registered, the military department had to go through it again to prevent unruly people from getting involved.

Naturally, the Ministry of Rites did not dare to neglect, and immediately sent it to the Ministry of War after approval.

Wu Ying approached this matter personally, and never neglected it. She strictly controlled the whole process and eliminated all irrelevant personnel; including the maid of Liangdi, the side concubine of Yongwang, the accompanying eunuchs, and guards, there were only a few heads in total. number.

Adding Yong Wang himself, it is exactly 809 people.

So, immediately ordered to set off.

Eight hundred and nine people!

When King Yong learned of the head count, he was stunned for a long time, and it took a long time for Yang Tian to laugh miserably as if he had realized it, and suddenly he spewed out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

"Hahaha... Eight hundred and nine, eight hundred and nine! Is this retribution? Hahaha..."

In front of the city gate.

There were very few officials who came out to see them off, but Wu Lie, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment who had been at odds with King Yong, came to see him off.

Wearing a green robe, King Yong looked back at the city gate, his handsome face was full of loneliness and despair, he knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed nine times to the city gate.

"Father, after my son and minister leave today, I will never be able to see you again."

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

Concubine Yong comforted softly: "Your Highness, although the journey is far away, there may not be no chance of returning to the capital in the future. Don't be discouraged and despair."

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

No one understands better than him why his entourage is so small!

And why eight hundred and nine people!

Even if he was relegated, even if the tree fell and the monkeys were scattered, even if he was thrown into trouble, how could it be possible that there were only 800 guards of honor? Where did the escorting officers and soldiers go? Even if only people from the former prince's mansion followed, there were definitely more than 800 people.

But the accompanying of these 808 people reminded the former Crown Prince of a long-lost event.

In the Battle of Tianxuan Cliff, when the nine gods changed, there were also eight hundred and nine people accompanying them!

The nine gods brought eight hundred iron guards!

In the Tianxuanya battle, 808 people died, almost the entire army was wiped out. Yun Zun was the only one left to survive, even if he came back, there was a lot of turmoil and a huge disturbance. But since then, Jiu Zun has been hiding behind the scenes for a long time!

Whether sacrificed or survived!

Now, I have been relegated, and the entourage plus myself, it is no coincidence that the number is eight hundred and nine!

What does this represent?

What does it mean?

King Yong knows better than anyone else, he understands it all!

My group is doomed, there will be no more luck, there will never be a survivor like Yun Zun!

Knowing from this, since the other party made such an arrangement, they must have clearly confirmed that the accident at Tianxuan Cliff was due to their own actions.

Thinking about it a little deeper, the number of people on my trip was finally approved by the military department!

Wouldn't it have explained more problems?

This is by no means an accident or a coincidence, but a dead end, a journey to death, or...the point of no return!

These eight hundred people are all his confidantes, all his iron rods; then these eight hundred people are his own funeral objects!

No one will survive!

This is a foregone conclusion!

three days later.

King Yong and his party passed through Canglong Ridge, where they camped and rested that night. It was midnight, when suddenly there was a strong wind, thunder and lightning, and a torrential downpour.

The next morning.

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

People from the local government got the news and went to check, but they saw 809 corpses in the entire camp, without exception, all lying neatly on the ground, and they were arranged neatly and clearly at a glance.

The first one was Yong Wang himself.

Eight hundred and nine people seemed to be asleep.

In the tent, there are four big characters written by King Yong himself: "What you deserve!"

On a nearby rock, someone wrote a few lines in blood.

"The prince broke the law and committed the same crime as the people; blood for blood, tooth for tooth, grievances and grievances have been settled, blood debts are paid with blood."

...

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

A skinny young man ordered several jars of wine and some side dishes, where he ate and drank quietly.

After a long time, he murmured: "Brother Fengzun, I, Shui Wuyin, will do what I say and avenge you."

He quietly lowered his head, looked at the wine in the wine bowl, and smiled wryly: "Master Yun Zun meant to kill only the king, not innocent people. But I couldn't hold back, I didn't want to kill just one person, I just wanted to kill one person. I want to kill 809 people."

He laughed loudly: "Happy!"

Huo Ran stood up, threw down two thousand taels of silver, bought all the wine in this tavern, and then poured it all down on the ground, laughing loudly.

Kneeling down in front of the traces of wine that wafted across the floor, kowtowed a few times, and walked away with fluttering green clothes.

...

military department.

Wuying Small Courtyard.

"Master Wu, it's not good to do things in a lowly position, so I'm here to accept the crime."

"oh?"

"When the humble officer arrived, His Royal Highness King Yong's party of 809 people had all died of accidents, and no one survived."

"Um?"

"It is written on the stone next to it that the prince broke the law and committed the same crime as the people. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, grievances have been repaid, blood debts are repaid with blood. These twenty-four words in blood show that someone has taken action in advance."

"Um."

"My lord, what should we do?"

"seal up!"

"The subordinate understands."

"Go."

"The subordinate will leave."

The man in black walked out backwards.

Wu Ying paced slowly, walked to the window, looked at the moonlight in the sky, suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, and murmured: "Dead."

A cloud floated over, covering the moonlight.

The sky is full of haze.

"I deliberately delayed the order by an hour; sure enough, someone started early!"

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