Chapter 446 New and Old Hatreds

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The Ma family's residence has now become the temporary residence of Emperor Zhao Heng.

At this moment, the cold wind was blowing, and there were scattered snowflakes in the sky.

In the pavilion by the pond in the courtyard, Zhao Heng and Xiao Shishi sat opposite each other.

The food on the table was cold and the wine was untouched.

The two of them no longer had the usual interest in loving each other, and both had a look of sadness on their faces.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was the sound of artillery outside the city, and Xiao Shishi couldn't help but tremble.

Thinking that Beidi was attacking the city, and thinking of the prosperity and comfort of the capital, Xiao Shishi couldn't help sobbing softly.

Zhao Heng looked panicked due to the continuous sound of artillery fire.

If it were before, he would have held Xiao Shishi in his arms and comforted her heartily.

But now, he couldn't muster any interest.

Xiao Shishi needed comfort, why didn't he, the emperor, need comfort.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The roar of artillery reminded me again, mixed with the sound of soldiers fighting at the top of the city.

Xiao Shishi asked in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, do you think King Yan will come to rescue us? If he doesn't come, what should we do?"

Zhao Heng felt depressed for a while.

In order not to let King Yan steal his limelight during this personal expedition, he deliberately excluded King Yan from the Northern Expedition.

Unexpectedly, I still have to rely on King Yan now.

Now, he would rather King Yan steal his limelight.

As long as King Yan can come to save him.

"The King of Yan is far away in Yanzhou. Even if he reorganizes his troops and horses, it will take at least ten days. We can only pray that General Yang can hold on for more than ten days." Zhao Heng sighed.

at the same time.

In the courtyard next to the Yuan family's residence, the second prince was sighing.

He looked at Zhao Heng's yard for a while, and in the direction of the city wall.

"I would have come if I had known today." The second prince stamped his feet.

He felt even more uncomfortable when he thought that the eldest prince must be living extremely comfortably now that he was in charge of the capital.

The most important thing is that if they cannot hold on in the end, he and his father Zhao Heng will fall into the hands of the Beidi people.

Wouldn't it be natural for the eldest prince to inherit the throne?

"Really!" The second prince stamped his feet again, almost crying.

While Zhao Heng and the second prince were feeling sorry for themselves, Yang Feng was supervising the battle on the city wall.

After he arrived in Xiancheng, within a day, the Beidi army followed.

Beidi, Xiliang, and Ma Jin were just as they were when they attacked Yongcheng.

Set up camp on all sides of Xiancheng.

Snow-white camps are like thick snow in winter all around Xiancheng.

After that, Beidi placed artillery in front of the camp and blasted at the damaged city gates and walls.

There is a strong intention to knock down the city wall.

But in his opinion, although Beidi was attacking the city, it seemed that he had some reservations.

With such a huge advantage, there is no intention to take Xiancheng as soon as possible.

Realizing this, he broke into a cold sweat.

"Oops, I'm afraid I might harm King Yan this time." A voice flashed through his mind at that time.

It was he who reminded Zhao Heng that King Yan came to the rescue.

If King Yan really came, he would have fallen into Mule Hongzhen's trap.

It's just that in the current crisis situation, if he doesn't turn to King Yan for help, who can he turn to?

As soon as the news spread that Emperor Zhao Heng was trapped in Xiancheng by Beidi.

I'm afraid that the princes and powerful clans in the capital won't come to rescue him, and will start a bloody storm to fight for the throne.

"King Yan, you'd better not come. If you don't come, Dasong still has hope with you, but if you lose at the hands of Beidi, who can restrain Beidi in the future?" Yang Feng thought.

After realizing this, he felt very conflicted.

They expected King Yan to lead his troops, but they didn’t want King Yan to come.

While Yang Feng was worrying, there was quite a bit of chaos in the Beidi camp due to the arrival of a group of cavalry.

"What, Enko is dead!"

In the center of Beiying Village, there is a tent that is much larger than the other tents.

This is Mullahon's camp.

After hearing the news about the cavalry coming from the east, Mullerhon stood up from his chair in shock, his lips trembling slightly.

"King Yan is too despicable. He sent cavalry into the pasture of our Black Iron King's tent, massacred the people of the Black Iron King's tent, and plundered our cattle and sheep."

"After they attacked us at Qingfengkou, the army forced them to attack our king's tent. The king led the troops to fight, but was injured by something flying in the sky. When he was sent to the Khan Court for treatment, the king failed to hold on. Dead," the cavalryman said, crying.

"Things flying in the sky?" Mulehon was furious at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly felt that the cavalryman seemed to be lying.

It's a fantasy that something flying from the sky blew up Enke and killed him.

"Yes, Khan, this thing is on fire, like blown sheepskin." The cavalryman was worried that Mulehong really didn't believe it, so he explained carefully, "This thing also belongs to King Yan."

Mulehon's eyes were wandering, and what the cavalry said was too bizarre.

He couldn't believe it all.

Thinking of this, he said to Tiemuta: "Immediately send a team of cavalry to investigate the pasture of the Black Iron King's Tent, and then send a team of people to the Khan Court to confirm Enke's body."

Tiemuta said yes, turned and left.

Then he ordered the cavalry to be temporarily detained, waiting for conclusive news.

After Tiemuta left, he slowly sat down, his face as gloomy as water.

His brother Kutu died in the hands of King Yan. If what the cavalry said is true, his nephew also died in the hands of King Yan.

Kutu was his most beloved brother, otherwise he would not have left the Black Iron King's tent in charge of him.

He was ruthless and impartial, and rebuked Kutu only for the sake of the overall situation of Beidi.

After Kutu died, every night when he thought of him, he often felt distressed.

Now, Kutu's only son is also dead.

This means that Kutu's lineage is cut off.

How will he face his father when his soul returns to the eternal heaven in the future.

"King of Yan, it's King of Yan again!" Mulehongzhen clenched his fists fiercely, and his nails pierced his palms with blood.

Looking to the east, Mulehongzhen said: "King of Yan, your father is in my hands. Let's see if you come to rescue him. If you rescue him, I will definitely tear your army to pieces. If you don't rescue him, although it will be a little later, your death is not far away."

He already had a mature plan in his mind.

If King Yan came to rescue, it would be equivalent to jumping into his trap.

It turned out that not coming was actually simple.

He would capture Zhao Heng and take him back to the grassland.

The rule of Dasong is that the country cannot be without a monarch for a day.

If the emperor is captured, Dasong will certainly elect a new monarch.

At that time, he would use Zhao Heng to threaten the new emperor and force him to attack the King of Yan.

Otherwise, he would send Zhao Heng back, and the new emperor would have to surrender in order to keep his throne.

At that time, the King of Yan would be isolated and helpless.

Maybe the new emperor of Dasong would join hands with him to get rid of the King of Yan.

"King of Yan, Zhao Xu, this time I want to see how you can break the net I have laid." Muller Hongzhen snorted heavily.

Then, he stood up and left the tent, looking towards Xiancheng.

The Emperor of Dasong could not escape his palm.