C172 Loner(2)

Emperor Zhou Wen took the box and wrapped it with a yellow cloth before placing it on Steward Liu's back. "Do not leave Zhen for a moment." Steward Liu knelt down and shouted, "This servant obeys the decree."

At this moment, Fu Ting felt a burning gaze staring intently at him. He turned his head and saw that it was Chang De, the eunuch he had saved once. "Eunuch Chang De?"

"Yes, it is this servant." Chang De hurriedly knelt on the ground. "This servant kowtows to the imperial censor."

"You follow me." Fu Zhizhi pulled him up and pushed him into the crowd of soldiers. "This eunuch has done me a favor. Find him a horse."

When the young retinue sent someone to report that the redeployment had been completed, Fu Tingzhi shouted, "Get on the horse!" He mounted the horse and led the army towards the south gate with Emperor Zhou Wen.

On the other side, Zhang Zhen also ordered to open the Pillglow Sect and personally drove out of the Pillglow Sect. "Protect His Majesty, protect His Majesty!"

Fu Ting waited until the voices from the Pillglow Sect faded before ordering them to open the south gate and protect Emperor Zhou as he rushed out of the imperial city. Just as he stepped out of the door, he saw Ji Cheng, dressed in silver armor, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Take care! The Talisman Pavilion silently opened its mouth. She believed that Ji Cheng would be able to see through it. As expected, Ji Cheng stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest like the day Tu Shan touched him. Wait for me to bring you back.

"Kill!" Zhu Hua shouted. He led the five hundred men in the vanguard and rushed into the enemy formation. It was rare for a barbarian like him to be killed by me. He wanted to kill him to his heart's content.

Of course, the righteous army was not really killed by others. They just did not attack. There would still be resistance. Furthermore, the Great Marshal had instructed that apart from the soldiers dressed in the green palace uniform and the few people in the lead... The Great Zhou soldiers still had to be killed.

Emperor Zhou Wen had grown up and was the first to fall into the battlefield. The sounds of blades, swords, and wails rang out beside him. The little bit of heroic spirit that had been inspired by the Talisman Pavilion instantly vanished. When the blood of the city guards that protected him splattered onto his face, Emperor Zhou Wen was so frightened that he nearly fell off his horse.

"Your Majesty." Fu Ting had been paying attention to this treasure and hurriedly reached over to grab his shirt and press it on his horse. "Your majesty, forgive me for overstepping my boundaries..." He continued, "Your majesty is the soul of the three armies. It will be difficult for you to go to Dali. Your majesty, please be alert."

Emperor Zhou climbed onto the horse's back and took a deep breath. He looked at Fu Ting Zhizhi, who was covered in blood, and said, "Dear Minister, I'm afraid I can't make it to Dali..."

"Your Majesty!" Fu Ting interrupted Emperor Zhou's nonsense. "Since I promised to protect Your Majesty, I will definitely be able to safely reach Dali. Your Majesty, you mustn't let your imagination run wild." Then, he looked at the young Crown Prince on the left. "Your Majesty, can you make it?"

The Crown Prince was much more capable than his father at that moment. "Lord Fu, don't worry. Gu Shang will do."

While they were talking, the horse did not stop. It actually charged out of the enemy's formation and onto the south street of the Middle Capital. When Fu Zhizhi looked over with his extreme gaze, he saw a small azure flag floating in the distance. He hurriedly pointed to that side and shouted, "Soldiers, protect His Majesty and charge over there."

The Great Zhou soldiers did not even dare to think about rushing out of the palace. Although there were casualties, they still managed to break out of the siege. They were even more respectful to Fu Ting. Without any hesitation, they rushed in the direction of the Tower of Seals with Emperor Zhou in their arms.

After running for about two miles, they approached the southern gate of the central capital. When they heard the commotion behind them, they were puzzled as they rode a fast horse over. "Sir Fu, something's wrong."

"What's wrong?" The bright light in Fu Ting's heart flashed, but he deliberately pretended to be surprised. "Is the main army chasing after us?" The person who had come was the martial master whom he had previously instructed.

"No, the Grand Righteous Army is chasing after Zhang Zhen's forces." After a pause, he hurriedly said, "The rear troops led by General Hu Lian have been blocked by the Major Generals. The Empress's carriage has already fallen into the hands of the barbarians."

"What?" Emperor Zhou Wen, who was still in shock, asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say?"

"The Empress, the Empress Dowager, and the old prime minister have been captured..." The martial master's face was filled with shame. "The enemy forces are powerful, and we were unable to rescue them in time."

"Then... What about General Hu?" What Fu Ting was worried about was his loyal friend. "Did he rush out?" As for the Prime Minister and the Empress, Ji Cheng promised to take care of them well, so he didn't need to worry about them.

"General Hu insisted on going back to rescue them. I... I had to knock him out and lie on the horse. He is now behind me." The martial master's voice became softer and softer as he spoke. "Master Fu, please take him away."

Fu Tingzhi felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He turned to look at Emperor Zhou Wen. "His Majesty is here. He will be seized by His Majesty."

"Zhen..." Just as Emperor Zhou Wen was about to say something, the shouts behind him suddenly erupted. The drums of the Great Zheng Army shook the sky, as though the enemies were chasing them from all directions. He couldn't help but be quick-witted. "Zhen has let down the empress dowager and the late emperor." He wiped away the tears that had truly rolled down his face. "I am a loner..."

He wanted you to be a loner. Although it was always him who arranged the Talisman Pavilion, he could not help but feel sad at this moment. What kind of family does the royal family count as? What kind of husband does the emperor count as? What kind of son does he count as?