The hunt in Tiewang Mountain lasted for several days. It was the crisp autumn weather and the dawn of the morning dawned. Xia Shouzhong served Emperor Liu Heng and got up from the bed, washed his hands and face, opened the curtain of the tent and walked out.
The layout of the Yujia Xingyuan camp is basically the same as that of the capital. The imperial tent is located in the center of the camp to the north. To the south is the civil servant tent to the left, and to the right is where the generals are stationed.
In the distance, there were already restless young men from various families galloping on their horses, and there was the faint sound of the neighing of war horses and the laughter of men.
Liu Heng didn't know what he thought of, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He said to Xia Shouzhong beside him: "Send Jia Cong to come and talk to me."
Xia Shouzhong bowed and responded: "Your Majesty, don't you think that's it..."
Liu Heng followed Xia Shouzhong's line of sight and turned around, only to see where the Han general should have been standing outside the imperial tent. A small general was wearing armor and taking a nap, leaning against the doorpost of the imperial tent.
Jia Congtian got up before dawn, put on the Mingguang armor specially made earlier, hung a long sword on his waist, and came outside the imperial tent and squeezed away the Han general who was originally on duty.
"I am the Dragon Imperial Guard Qianhu, and it is my mission to protect His Majesty!"
After hearing Jia Cong's reasons, the captain of the Longjin Guard who was responsible for the safety of the Holy Driver naturally did not believe that an eight-year-old baby was older than his own officer, so he had to run to the commander Cao Jiugong to report.
What surprised the captain of the Dragon Guard was that Jia Cong was really a fifth-grade Dragon Guard Qianhu. What made him collapse the most was that after listening to the report, the commander Cao Jiugong actually smiled and said that he should be given to Jia Congteng. place……
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Although the bright moon has set in the west, it looks rounder.
A full moon seemed to be hanging under the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but people were already on the eaves.
There were many people, but no human voice.
Suddenly, there was a dragon roar and sword energy soared into the sky.
Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed. The sword seemed pale in the moonlight.
Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.
Ye Gucheng stared at the sword's edge and said, "Please."
He didn't look at Ximen Chuixue, not even a glance. He didn't even look at the sword in Ximen Chuixue's hand, nor did he look into Ximen Chuixue's eyes.
This is a taboo in swordsmanship. The battle between masters is like a decisive battle between armies. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.
Therefore, every slight movement, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle of the other party should be observed carefully, and not even a single bit can be missed.
Because every point may be a factor that determines the outcome of this battle.
Ye Gucheng has experienced hundreds of battles and is known as invincible. How could he not understand this?
This kind of mistake was something he would never make.
Ximen Chuixue's eyes were as sharp as the edge of a sword. She not only saw his hands and face, but also seemed to see his heart.
Ye Gucheng said again: "Please."
Ximen Chuixue suddenly said: "We can't do it now."
Ye Gucheng said: "No?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "You can't take action."
Ye Gucheng said: "Why?"
"Because this is the Forbidden City!"
I saw a figure falling from the sky. The flying fish suit and the wild goose feather sword were the existence that people in the world were frightened by. The Grand Xia Iron Dan God Marquis and the Dragon Imperial Guard Commander Jia Cong and Jia Sanye!
Jia Cong stood steadily on the glazed tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looking scornfully at Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, who were facing tit-for-tat but sympathetic to each other. He folded his arms in front of him and snorted coldly: "Breaking into the Forbidden City at night, disturbing the Holy Master, What crime should be committed?"
"The imperial eagle dog! Brother Ximen, it seems that today's battle between you and me has to be postponed again. Let's get rid of the imperial eagle dog first!"
"good!"
The sword energy stretched three thousand miles, and the glazed tiles on the Hall of Supreme Harmony splashed and flew towards Jia Cong not far away.
Just as Jia Cong narrowed his eyes and placed his right hand on the handle of the Yan Ling Dao, preparing to perform the Heaven-Slaying and Drawing Saber technique, he felt a pain in his head.
He looked up and saw a big face: "Ah, why are you here, Your Majesty? Go back to the palace quickly, and I will catch the assassin first!"
Jia Cong's reaction amused Liu Heng. Jia Cong looked confused, with a string of shiny saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Wipe your saliva, and then tell me where the assassin is."
"Huh? Hmm..."
Jia Cong rubbed his eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. There was no decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, there was no such thing as the courageous God Marquis and the Commander of the Dragon Guard, Jia Sanye. It turned out to be a dream!
Hey hey hey!
Thinking that he had come to stand guard for the emperor and was caught by the emperor in his dream, Jia Cong embarrassedly wiped his saliva, raised his hand to touch the back of his head, scratched his helmet, and smiled.
"What about that, sir... that minister accidentally fell asleep just now!"
Liu Heng reached out and knocked on Jia Cong's helmet, making a loud bang.
Then he patted the small Mingguang armor and said with a smile: "This Mingguang armor suits you quite well. You look a bit like a little general."
"Isn't that right? General Jia came before dawn this morning. At that time, I thought it was a little general who fell from the sky and came to work as a doorkeeper for the emperor..."
Xia Shouzhong's general Jia Cong came to the emperor's tent before dawn and insisted on telling Liu Heng about standing guard, which made Liu Heng laugh heartily.
What's the use of having an eight-year-old child on guard duty?
Of course it works, what Liu Heng wants is the loyalty of his ministers! Jia Cong was only eight years old, and he might not even be able to wield a long sword, but he took the idle job he had given him seriously and came to work before dawn. Even in his dreams, he thought about fulfilling his duties faithfully.
Although such a minister is a child now, the child will eventually grow up one day. What I want is such a loyal minister!
The more Liu Heng thought about it, the more he felt that Jia Cong was a good boy. He pinched his round face happily and said with a smile: "Go back and rest. I have nothing to do here."
Jia Cong shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no reward for no merit. Now that I am the Dragon Guard, I should die for His Majesty. Taking money for free and not doing anything is a disgrace to the men of the Jia family!"
"Your father doesn't think so..." Liu Heng put his hands behind his back and smiled.
Jia Cong was choked by Liu Heng's words and didn't know how to argue. What the emperor said is true. He showed his loyalty and tricked his father.
Liu Heng saw Jia Cong's face turning red as he choked on his words, and laughed: "Okay, I'm just joking. Come, have breakfast with me!"
"I have eaten here this morning and am not hungry. Your Majesty, you can enjoy your meal in peace while I stand guard for Your Majesty."
Jia Cong's chest puffed up, his eyes widened, and he looked forward with a serious look, which made the emperor almost laugh out loud.
He bent down and patted Jia Cong on the shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Okay, General Jia will guard the front for me, and I can go and have breakfast in peace."
Jia Cong clenched his little hands into fists, raised his hands across his chest, and responded in a childlike yet powerful voice: "Don't worry, your majesty. With your ministers here, no one will disturb your majesty!"
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Although the Holy Emperor went out to hunt in the capital, the government affairs of the country did not stop.
As the sun rose, the accompanying officials from the cabinet, governor's office, six ministries and five temples came to the imperial tent one after another to discuss matters.
All civil and military officials who came to the imperial tent would be attracted by the little Jia Cong standing outside the imperial tent.
These glances were mixed with curiosity, amusement, and envy.
In particular, several people who had contacts with Rongguo Mansion came to Jia Cong and bent down to pinch his face or pat his shoulders.
Jia Cong always avoids the hands of these people in a serious manner: "Sir, please don't make trouble, the general is on duty, and the sentry is sacred and inviolable!"
The ministers waiting outside the imperial tent couldn't help laughing, this child was so funny.
Fortunately, the time for deliberation came quickly. After the ministers entered the imperial tent, Jia Cong finally no longer had to endure their clutches.
Just as Jia Cong was recalling the sweet dream in the morning, the crisp sound of cups crashing suddenly sounded in the imperial tent. Whether it was due to confusion or conditioned reflex, Jia Cong grasped the handle of the knife and rushed in without even thinking.
"Guard you! Guard you! How dare the thief disturb the Holy Master..."
Jia Cong shouted and rushed into the imperial tent. Unfortunately, the Mingguang armor on his body was a bit heavy, and the imperial tent was covered with carpets.
By accident, Jia Cong stepped on his right foot with his left foot and tripped himself. Not only did he fail to pull out the knife, but he also fell heavily.
All the kings and ministers in the tent stared dumbfoundedly at Jia Cong, who was lying on the ground kicking his short legs. After a long time, they all started laughing.
