Without any warning, murderous intent surged and the sword flashed.

An Lushan, who had not yet sat on the emperor's golden chair, never imagined that someone would assassinate him on the day he ascended the throne, and the assassin would be his own son.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

An Qingxu took action without hesitation. He was initially hesitant, but as he took a few steps towards his father, his determination became firmer.

Apart from blood, there is no family relationship between father and son that can stop him. At this moment, all he has in his mind is lust for power. If he kills him, he will be the emperor of the Yan Kingdom. The worship of the ministers and the beauties in the world will all be his.

his.

The moment he made the move, An Qingxu had a life-and-death intention. The person in front of him was no longer his father, but his life-and-death enemy. He would not be happy if he could not get rid of him.

The dagger breathed out cold light and first pierced An Lushan's neck. This was something An Qingxu had already planned. Because An Lushan's abdominal fat was too thick, the length of the dagger might not be able to pierce his internal organs. It was necessary to pierce the neck.

It is the most effective. As long as it can kill him, there is no need to be rigid about the method of death.

The moment An Lushan raised his neck, he did not see the cold light of the dagger. He did not expect that his own son would actually stab him. At this moment, he was completely defenseless against people.

Just when the tip of the dagger was about to touch An Lushan's neck, a sharp shout suddenly came from behind An Lushan.

"Your Majesty, be careful, there is an assassination attempt!"

An Lushan is a veteran who has experienced battles for a long time. Although he is fat, he is not slow to react to danger. As soon as the sharp shout came, An Lushan subconsciously leaned back. At the same time, the dagger's

The tip of the blade almost touched his neck.

An Qingxu looked miserable and his eyes were desperate.

If the sword fails, everything will be over.

An Lushan's body fell back and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound. He raised his head in shock and anger, only to see his own son holding a dagger in his hand and looking at him with a pale face.

An Lushan immediately understood what was going on, and said angrily: "An Qingxu, how dare you!"

The originally joyful and peaceful atmosphere in the hall suddenly became chaotic due to the sudden change. All the ministers in the hall were stunned. Many ministers saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly got under the table, and some were shouting loudly.

, shouting loudly for the imperial guards to escort him.

Shi Siming and Feng Yu in the crowd looked disappointed at the same time, and they quickly looked at each other.

He fell short. Unexpectedly, the fatal stab missed. After all, An Lushan was not alone. Besides Li Zhuer, he also had other loyal guards. The reminder just now was made by another loyal guard beside him.

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On the jade steps, An Qingxu's face was earthy, and the hand holding the dagger was trembling slightly. An Lushan took a few steps back and shouted: "Get the assassin!"

Several guards came forward. An Qingxu gritted his teeth, raised his dagger and stabbed An Lushan again, but was blocked by several guards. The guards quickly formed a human wall to separate him from An Lushan.

At this time, all An Qingxu's courage and boldness were finally exhausted. He was just a playboy and a prodigal son. Being able to muster up the courage to kill his father had exceeded the limit of his life. After the assassination failed and was blocked by the guards, An Qingxu finally became timid.

There is no chance of the assassination succeeding. If you delay any longer, your life will be lost here.

So An Qingxu suddenly wielded his dagger and swept through the entire army. After forcing all the guards to take a step back, An Qingxu suddenly turned around and ran out of the palace.

The ministers in the palace were already in chaos, and An Qingxu's figure quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared in a few moments.

An Lushan was furious, stood up awkwardly, pointed at the outside of the palace with a livid face and roared: "We must capture that scoundrel! Capture him, life or death!"

Several guards rushed out of the palace and chased him. An Lushan was so angry that he was trembling all over. His body was bulging with fat. His body swayed a few times and he almost fell down. Li Zhuer next to him hurriedly supported him: "Your Majesty.

Be careful and take care of the dragon body..."

An Lushan snorted angrily, and was about to shake off Li Zhuer's supporting hand when he suddenly felt numbness in his ribs. An Lushan lowered his head and looked dumbly, and found that there was a small dagger inserted under his left rib. The dagger

Deep into the hilt, bright red blood slowly flowed out along the dagger's handle, and the blood flowed more and more, and the flattering smile of Li Zhu'er who was holding him looked actually ferocious at this moment.

An Lushan's heart sank to the bottom, he pushed Li Zhuer away suddenly, looked at the dagger under his ribs, looked at him again, and said sadly: "Li Zhuer, even you..."

Li Zhuer opened his eyes blankly and said innocently: "What is your Majesty talking about? I can't understand. Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body. If you are injured, I will feel sorry for you..."

An Lushan's face turned pale, and he laughed: "What a naughty slave, I really made a mistake."

After saying that, An Lushan shouted fiercely: "Where are the guards? The escort——"

The ministers in the palace were rushing out of the palace like crazy. Among the frightened crowd, Shi Siming and Feng Yuduan were the only ones who sat motionless, like a peaceful scenery in a violent storm.

"Guard, where are the guards?" An Lushan shouted hoarsely.

After shouting for a long time, none of the guards outside the palace entered the palace to protect him. An Lushan suddenly felt something was wrong. He found that he had fallen into a trap unknowingly. This trap was not just the assassination of An Qingxu and Li Zhuer.

, and there is a bigger conspiracy.

When he was frightened and angry, An Lushan endured the stinging pain in his ribs and suddenly found Shi Siming and Feng Yu sitting motionless in the hall.

At this moment, An Lushan suddenly understood something. His plump body swayed, he pointed at Shi Siming with trembling fingers, and gritted his teeth and said: "Shi Siming, do you want to usurp the throne?"

Shi Siming drank a glass of wine, then stood up and said with a leisurely smile: "An Jie Shuai, it is not easy to be the emperor. He is destined not to be the emperor. So, even if he can't be the emperor, the emperor will be the emperor for less than a day, so it can be considered

I got what I wanted.”

An Lushan glared at him and said: "You have replaced all the guards in the palace today? I value you so much, and you repay me in this way?"

Shi Siming smiled and said: "You and I are both rebellious ministers. If our virtue is not worthy of our place, we will inevitably suffer misfortune. Commander An Jie, you are no longer worthy of being the commander of the righteous army. Why don't you replace yourself with the last general?"

An Lushan turned his head angrily and saw Li Zhu'er not far away staring at him ferociously, with his body half-bowed and ready to move. An Lushan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, suddenly turned around and ran away, his plump body flashed across the screen, and he ran vigorously through the side door at the back of the palace.

out.

Shi Siming remained unhurried. The entire Xingqing Palace was filled with his generals tonight, and An Lushan could not escape.

Feng Yu also smiled and held the cup and exchanged greetings with Shi Siming, and his backup plan was about to be activated.

The festive atmosphere of his enthronement has not yet dissipated, but the newly enthroned emperor has become the prey of a crowd of heroes, and they will eat the deer when they get it.

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An Lushan panted and ran quickly in the harem. He did not dare to pull out the dagger under his ribs and let the blood flow. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to find a way to escape from the palace.

There is his direct army of Fan Yang outside the palace. If you find the direct army, everything that happened tonight can be brought to order. With the direct army escorting you, those who deserve to die will definitely die, including his own son.

The harem was very large, and An Lushan could no longer run, but the footsteps chasing him from behind made him dare not stop. He walked around the vast garden of the harem, and An Lushan vaguely saw the towering palace wall just outside.

He was not far away, and his mood couldn't help but cheer up.

Once he crosses that palace wall, as long as he crosses that palace wall, he will have a chance to make a comeback!

Enduring the severe pain, An Lushan gritted his teeth and ran towards the palace wall. When he ran under a long corridor, An Lushan suddenly stopped.

A person, or to be precise, a woman, was standing quietly under the corridor, holding a sharp sword in her hand, blocking his way.

This woman is in her thirties, dressed in purple and standing under the bright moonlight, like a fairy who has been demoted to the mortal world, standing gracefully in the corridor, but her eyes are like a rope crawling out of hell.

Ming Rakshasa's eyes were full of resentment and hatred accumulated for many years.

An Lushan's heart sank, and he stood in the corridor and looked at her intently.

The woman stared at his ugly face, suddenly smiled coldly, and said: "An Lushan, this day has finally arrived. God has mercy on you, but Karma is not happy."

An Lushan's legs were trembling, and he forced himself to calm down: "Who are you?"

"Li Twelve Niang, maybe you don't know me. To put it another way, back then you sent assassins to assassinate the Xian Prime Minister Zhang Jiuling's family. Among the Jianghu people who protected the Xian Prime Minister, there was a couple named Gu. They died to protect the Xian Prime Minister. I will

She is the adopted sister of that couple. By the way, the current Anxi Army coach Gu Qing is the only son of that couple. Do you understand?"

An Lushan smiled miserably and said: "So, you are waiting here just to avenge yourself?"

"Yes, An Lushan, evil will be punished. Tonight is the time of retribution. I have been waiting for this day for too long, too long..."

Li Twelve Niang murmured and sighed. Before she could finish her words, she suddenly rose up like a purple lightning bolt and shot towards An Lushan. The sharp sword in her hand turned into a rainbow and hit An Lushan's neck.

It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.

Li Twelve Niang's sword is world-famous.

An Lushan's face was earth-colored. He was so frightened that he stepped back a few steps. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and change the direction to escape. However, his body was too fat and his movements were very clumsy. In addition, Li Zhu'er stabbed him in the ribs. His physical strength and

The reaction was even more overwhelming. He only relied on instinct to dodge with difficulty. Li Twelve Niang's first sword grazed his belly, and the sharp tip still left a long bloody gash in his belly.

An Lushan ignored the pain and said loudly: "Wait! Li Twelve Niang, I have been famous for a long time. There is no hatred that cannot be resolved in the world. I am willing to give you money and land..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Twelve's figure rose up again, and the second sword followed.

An Lushan retreated again, but Li Twelve Niang's sword was like a dragon swimming into the sea, meandering unsteadily. Although An Lushan was a military general, he had not fought with anyone in person for many years. Where was her opponent? Between the lightning and flint, the sharp sword

Just as it was piercing An Lushan's abdomen, the sword blade entered half a foot into the body and was quickly pulled out.

An Lushan screamed, his plump body half-knelt down, and he panicked and tried to block the stab wound in his abdomen with both hands, but blood still gurgled out of the wound uncontrollably.

Looking up at the stern-faced Li Twelve Niang, An Lushan's eyes were full of pleading.

The generation of heroes who plunged half of the Tang Dynasty into war was like a dog wagging its tail begging for food in front of Li Twelve Niang, which was extremely pitiful and pitiful.

Li Twelve Niang didn't say a word nonsense. She struck out with her third sword like lightning. The blade was like electricity. A white light flashed from An Lushan's neck. An Lushan only felt a chill on his neck, and then blood flowed from the thick neck.

It gushed out like a fountain. An Lushan's expression was stiff, his throat made a strange noise, and the light in his eyes became increasingly dim. His body as heavy as a mountain fell to his knees on the ground, and finally he fell heavily on the ground like a puddle of fat rotten meat.

land.

No one could imagine that the traitor general who ended the prosperous Tang Dynasty would end his life in such a sad way.

Li Twelve Niang acted very cautiously and restrained the excitement in her heart. She stepped forward to test An Lushan's breath, and then held his pulse to make sure that he was really dead. Then she stood up with a tired look.

The body shook a bit.

Throwing down the sword in her hand, Li Twelve Niang burst into tears. Suddenly she looked up at the bright moon, and her voice was like a cuckoo crying blood: "Gu Qiu, Sister Cui, the great revenge has been avenged, you should rest in peace!"
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