In Nancheng, in a very inconspicuous small building.
In the building, a man in a robe was leaning on the Taishi's chair. He was holding a small teapot in his hand, humming a tune leisurely and taking a sip of tea from the small pot from time to time.
The weather is getting colder, and the heat radiating from the stove nearby makes people feel very comfortable. This pleasant scene is in sharp contrast to the deserted street.
Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew in, blowing away a lot of this comfort.
Looking up and looking around the house, the scene in this house feels a bit strange - the house is in a mess, just like the warehouse of the other party's dilapidated items. The window paper is also torn, otherwise the autumn wind will not blow in, and the beams are full of There were cobwebs and accumulated dust, as if no one had taken care of them for a long time. Except for the one foot area around the man which is relatively clean, the rest of the area is really dilapidated and dirty. I don’t know how this man can endure such an environment, and I don’t know why this man is staying here.
Suddenly, a man in black clothes walked in from outside the door. Looking at the messy scene in the house, he didn't seem to care. Then, the man in black coughed softly. It was unclear whether the cough was caused by the dust in the room, or whether it was intentional to attract the attention of the man in robe. But the man lying on the Taishi's chair seemed to be so comfortable being warmed by the heat of the stove that he unconsciously drifted over and was probably already asleep.
"cough--!"
The man in black coughed again, this time in a louder voice. It was obvious that he wanted to attract the man's attention.
"Um...?"
The man in robe woke up from his stupor. He lay on the chair and turned to look at the man in black standing at the door. His expression looked a little confused, so that for a moment he thought he was still in a dream.
"Brother, what are you doing here?" The man in the robe still didn't get up. He turned his head back, rubbed his eyes and tried to wake himself up.
The man in black didn't feel angry when he saw this man's lazy look. He still said calmly: "Come and buy a horse."
"Buying a horse?" The man in the robe's tone was full of confusion. He turned his head and looked at the man in black again, his eyes full of smiles, as if he was looking at a fool. He said with a mocking tone: "Are you kidding me? The city of Chang'an has been sealed off. Where can I buy horses? If you don't want to sell them, please go back."
Seeing that the man in robes was trying to drive him away impatiently, the expression of the man in black did not change at all.
The man in the robe felt that the man in black still seemed unwilling to leave, and the remaining patience in his heart was worn away. Looking at Heiyi's expressionless face, he suddenly felt that this person must have other purposes for coming here... Could he be here to cause trouble?
"Get out of here, get out of here - don't make me angry... If you want..."
Just when the robe put on a sinister expression and wanted to scare the man away, the man suddenly took out a sign from his arms and threw the sign at him.
'Click-'
The brand hit the teapot accurately and made a crisp sound.
The robe couldn't help but feel very angry, thinking that this brat would dare to provoke me even if he didn't have to drink wine as a fine. He lifted the teapot and threw it to the ground. There was a "snap" sound, and the teapot was smashed to pieces. When he stood up and was about to pick up the sign and throw it back to Heiyi, the hand holding the sign suddenly stopped - the sign felt cool as soon as he took it into his hands, and he could feel the uniqueness of the material when he touched it with his fingers. Extraordinary.
The robe was startled, and he immediately remembered his other identity - he picked up the sign and looked at it carefully, and his eyes instantly became bigger than a copper bell. At first he thought he was dazzled, but after he rubbed his eyes vigorously and saw the words on the sign clearly again, he immediately turned over and knelt on the ground. The laziness just now was swept away and replaced by It is a wave of determination and chill——
"I'm here to pay my respects to you, Your Majesty!"
"Get up -" Heiyi didn't seem to be entangled with the man in robe who claimed to be a subordinate, and his tone remained calm.
"Yes -" The robe didn't hesitate. After standing up, he respectfully handed the sign in front of the black man.
"No one comes here except me?"
"Report to your lord! There is no one else!"
"No one else is secretly observing?"
"The villain is observing the outside of the building from time to time day and night, and spying within the three adjacent streets every day to confirm that no one is paying attention to this building!"
The black man nodded, very satisfied with the answer of the robe. He continued: "Are those horses...still there?"
"They are all here! They are hidden in the stables of Hu Shang Middle School in West City!"
"Go and get ready."
"Sir...Sir, are you saying that this killing knight is going to come in handy!?"
The robed official's tone was full of disbelief. Faced with such an order, he even wondered if his ears had heard it wrong.
"It's not abandoned, is it?" He ignored the shocked expressions of his men, as if such a reaction had been expected.
"Ah? No! It's not abandoned! I often take advantage of the barbarian merchants to train when they are transporting goods!" The official who claimed to be a subordinate had a little excitement in his eyes at this time.
"Okay... That's good... As long as it's not abandoned..." Hei Yi said three words in a row. Obviously, as long as the things he really cares about are done, those things just now are trivial or even nothing. Son.
"Sir...", the official was still a little confused, and bravely asked: "Is the court going to use us this time... or..."
Black Yi shook his head.
The officer did not pursue the question any further, although he did not understand whether the superior was answering his own question or signaling him not to ask further questions. After a brief silence, the official was still a little confused, and he spoke again: "Sir... the general is... going to announce him to the public?"
Faced with the official's provocation, Heiyi still did not answer.
"The 'Black Guards' are unborn..." The official seemed afraid to finish the sentence, but not saying it was not enough to express the importance of the matter. Thinking of this, he mustered up the courage to say: "The 'Black Guards' are unborn 'butcher's knives'. This... this is Chang'an City..."
"Not Chang'an."
After hearing the words "Butcher's Knife" and "Chang'an City", Heiyi finally stopped being silent and said calmly.
"That...that's..." The official was a little confused at first, but when he came to his senses, his whole body was shocked, as if he found it difficult to accept the meaning of the boss's words. He hesitated and said: "Emperor...Emperor...is the situation there...really that serious?"
Hei Yi sighed softly. He shook his head and did not answer directly, but this was indeed the best answer.
"How many people do we have?" Heiyi still brought the topic back to the 'Heiyiwei'.
"According to the general's previous instructions, three hundred people were left scattered in Nancheng!"
"Okay! Go quickly and gather these people in the West City!" Heiyi's expression suddenly became serious, and he added: "Remember! Don't attract the attention of Jingzhao Mansion and the Twelve Guards!"
"yes!"
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Ning Qiu Luan was carried back.
Along the way, Ning Qiu Luan kept breathing heavily like a beast that had been wounded by a hunter. When he was carried to the hospital, the doctor was almost frightened by the bloody mass of rotten meat in front of him. Seeing the horrific scars all over Commander Ning's body, the doctor almost shook his body as he came to treat him. What frightened him even more was that Ning Qiu Luan actually asked him not to use anesthesia during the treatment. During the entire process of cleaning the wound and applying medicine, Commander Ning showed no sign of pain, and did not even frown. This made the doctor think that the person he was treating was not a human, but a monster.
After Wang Shaojing heard the news, he immediately came to check the situation. When he saw Ning Qiu Luan's broken body, he was also shocked. There is almost no intact surface on the body in front of me. In some parts, the wounds are so deep that even bones can be seen. As for Ning Qiu Luan's originally ugly face, it is even more terrible now. A small part of her earlobe is missing, her face is burnt, and the bridge of her nose is A small section of the bone was broken, and what was even more frightening was the huge wound on the right side of his face, which tore from the corner of his mouth directly to his ear.
But even so, Ning Qiu Luan's eyes never closed. He kept staring upward with his eyes filled with hostility, anger and resentment. It's no wonder that the doctor kept trembling after seeing such a scene. Not to mention the doctor, even Wang Shaojing, who was used to seeing torture, felt a little frightened.
Wang Shaojing did not stay in the hospital for too long. After confirming that Ning Qiu Luan's life was not in danger, he left immediately and hurried to the mansion.
After returning to the palace, Wang Shaojing quickly told the truth about what he saw and heard. When he heard everything that happened at the East City Gate today, Wang Yanqing actually fell into silence for a long time.
The power of those three arrows was so powerful that it could injure the powerful Tianji to this extent. Or were they just affected by the remaining power?
Wang Yanqing didn't understand the aspect of cultivation, but he couldn't understand the people and things in the cultivation world. Now that the strongest person on his side with the highest cultivation level was so seriously injured, he felt a little surprised.
"This giant crossbow... is it really that powerful?" Wang Yanqing still felt a little unbelievable. The arrows shot from dozens of miles away were not only extremely accurate, but also so terrifyingly powerful.
"The name of this crossbow is 'Po Shi'." Wang Shaojing explained to his uncle, and then he added: "This giant crossbow was the weapon that severely wounded the Pavilion Master back then."
"oh?"
Only then did Wang Yanqing remember this object. At that time, he only heard that the pavilion master was injured by a heavy weapon, but he did not ask in detail what it was. It was not until today that he felt that such a powerful murderous aura was so close to Chang'an.
After a brief silence, Wang Yanqing returned his attention to himself and asked, "How is Ning Qiu Luan's injury?"
"The injury is serious."
Recalling the scene when he visited Ning Qiu Luan, Wang Shaojing was still a little shocked. However, his shock at this time was not due to the injuries on Ning Qiu Luan's body, but to Ning Qiu Luan's powerful body. You must know that Ning Qiu Luan's The physical body was actually born, and was definitely not 'reshaped' by Zichun and Qilang like Ye Changshan. After the doctor treated Ning Qiu Luan's injuries, Wang Shaojing took him and asked him about the situation. After receiving the doctor's affirmative answer, Wang Shaojing left with peace of mind.
Thinking of this, Wang Shaojing continued: "However, his body is different from ordinary people. The severe injuries he suffered are all just external injuries. The doctor said that he can recover after a few months of nursing."
"Well...that's good..." Wang Yanqing felt a little more at ease.
The reason why this siege of the palace can be so sure is that he has complete control of the Twelve Guards of the Forbidden Army, which is his biggest reliance. Once the twelve city gates are closed, Chang'an is a dead city. No matter whether you are a strong Tianshu or a hundred thousand soldiers, as long as the people inside do not open the door, it will be impossible to enter the city. Nowadays, the most powerful force in Chang'an City is the Royal Guards and the officers and soldiers of Jingzhao Mansion. Now the Royal Guards are almost in the hands of his sister, and the Jingzhao Mansion is controlled by Cui Ren, so he can naturally sit back and relax. After these two smooth days, it seemed that the development of the situation was all according to his plan, but he still felt a little uneasy.
"There's nothing happening at the school affairs office?"
Wang Yanqing had asked the school affairs office countless times. Even he was a little embarrassed to mention it this time, but he still chose to confirm again whether his old rival had really made no move.
"No, my nephew once again confirmed today that there is no movement in the school office and several other dark spots."
The coolness of late autumn made Wang Yanqing feel a little chilly. He unconsciously folded his hands and stuffed them into his sleeves, like an old man squatting on a stone pier in the countryside to bask in the sun.
After hearing his nephew's report, Wang Yanqing couldn't help but fell into deep thought. Is it too quiet on Mount Chang? It was so quiet that he felt a little abnormal.
Am I too sensitive? Wang Yanqing asked inwardly.
The siege happened suddenly, and it only lasted three days and three nights from the actual siege. But to Wang Yanqing, these three days and three nights were really as long as three months or even three years. These nobles should not be too hasty to cause trouble and surround the palace, otherwise they would not achieve the purpose of eradicating dissidents, but they must not be too hasty, because things will change over time. Three days and three nights is not a long time, but it is also a long time. Even if you are confused, you should have some reaction. But the strange thing is that there is no trace of the slightest movement in Changzhi Mountain. This is what makes Wang Yanqing feel the most uneasy and strange.
"He may be waiting, but we can't wait any longer."
Wang Yanqing suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed just now, like a fox that had been hiding for a long time and finally waited until its prey gave up resistance.
"what do you mean..."
"Tomorrow at Mao hour, sunrise time!"
Wang Shao was startled. He knew that this moment would come eventually, but he didn't expect that when he knew exactly when this moment would come, he still felt a little nervous.
The late autumn night was very chilly. After a whole night of confrontation, the mental and physical strength of the palace guards must have reached their limit. If the torch is raised in the dark, these nobles may not know the way to the palace, which will not be conducive to the final attack. The best time to break in is when the palace guards are most sleepy and their heartstrings are most relaxed!
