Stay until early evening.
The sun sets.
The entire imperial city was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sunset glow on the horizon dyed the river as red as blood...
Inside the Accord.
Nangong Yun stood up and said goodbye to Miao Rong.
When he first arrived in Kyoto, he was attracted by the prosperity and bustle of the imperial city. He felt very novel about everything, but he didn't expect that he accidentally came to Yuxiang Tower.
He even got to know Miss Miaorong.
If senior sister knew this, would she think that she said she came to Kyoto to look for her, but instead went to find her in the Fengyue place? Then she would be unable to explain it.
At this moment, a group of officers and soldiers suddenly rushed over from the street under the attic.
The leader was a strong, bearded general with a long black knife hanging from his waist and a panicked look on his face.
The team arrived at the center of the market. The leading general looked around and shouted at the many vendors and pedestrians on both sides of the street.
"The king of the country has issued an edict that all my houses will be closed before sunset, and I will not be allowed to step out for three days. If I see anyone lingering on the street, I will kill him immediately!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
Immediately, he hurriedly started to pack up the goods placed on the stall and hurriedly moved them into the store. Pedestrians also rushed here and there, hurriedly running back.
They didn't ask what happened, and no one dared to ask.
Because this is an order, and the person who issued this order is the imperial capital guard Gao Yu.
Normally he would just stay with the city defenders, but today he somehow managed to patrol the city himself and issue an edict!
Everyone realized that something big was going to happen...
Nangong Yun heard the movement on the street.
Moving to the Yage window, I found that the pedestrians and vendors on both sides of the street downstairs were panicking and making a mess.
Miao Rong behind her also felt very strange. Kyoto was always bustling with activity every night, so why was it suddenly so chaotic today.
Moreover, the king of the country personally issued an edict and asked Gao Yu, the general who defended the city, to read it in the street. Could it be that something big had happened.
She looked at Nangong Yun with worries in her eyes and said.
"Some major changes must have happened in the imperial city. I have never seen the atmosphere in Kyoto so tense. Young Master, why not stay in Yuxiang Tower first and wait until the situation is clear before deciding whether to leave."
"Thank you girl for your kindness, I have to leave!"
Nangong Yun looked back at Miao Rong with a slightly apologetic look and replied.
Because, he keenly sensed that at this time, a large number of people were approaching outside the city, probably no less than tens of thousands of people.
"Is there someone who wants to cause trouble?"
Nangong Yun was filled with doubts.
If that's the case, he must rush to the palace as soon as possible to find his senior sister, because if there is a rebellion, he has to be with his senior sister, so as to ensure her safety.
Just listen to Miao Rong's faint words.
"Yes, the young master is a practitioner from Fengming Mountain. His strength must be extraordinary, so he is naturally capable of protecting himself. It seems that Miao Rong is worrying too much."
When Nangong Yun saw this, he couldn't bear it. Maybe there would be a big chaos in Kyoto tonight. Miao Rong, a weak woman, how could she protect herself in the chaos of war.
But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't protect everyone, so he had to apologize to her.
"Miss Miaorong, you should also be careful. There are a large number of people approaching outside the city. I don't know what their purpose is. It seems that the imperial city will be uneasy tonight. You'd better find a safe place to hide. I'm going to go now." Once you visit the palace, never leave!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Yun flew over the window and went downstairs, disappearing into the panicked crowd on the street without looking back.
Miao Rong still stood quietly in front of the window, looking far away in the direction where Nangong Yun disappeared, with a feeling of loss in her eyes.
But it suddenly occurred to her that she had forgotten to ask his name!
...
A large group of people gathered outside the city. Tens of thousands of soldiers held blazing torches high, lighting up the night sky of Kyoto.
The end of the army stretched for several miles. It was roughly estimated that there were 100,000 people. The men and horses were neighing and the momentum was overwhelming.
The more than ten generals headed by them were all strong and sturdy, wearing gold helmets and silver armor, shining in the firelight with majesty.
Obviously, they are the leaders of various factions, and they all look eager to try, but at this time they focus on the person in the middle.
I saw that the man was tall and tall, with dark skin and a gloomy complexion.
This person is Teng Hu!
Fifteen years ago, he broke through the siege from here and fled to Gaojiabao in Nanjun with the prince who had just turned one year old.
Fifteen years later, he is finally back!
However, this time he brought thousands of troops with him, and he wanted to restore the country!
This was a plan he had been planning for fifteen years.
Ever since he met Nangong Yi, the only prince left in the world by the former king Nangong Zhen five years ago, he has made up his mind to do his best to help him ascend to power. He will take back everything that originally belonged to Nangong Yi for the late king. .
Therefore, during the past five years, he tried his best to win over people from all walks of life, lobbied state and county guards everywhere, and contacted his former ministries through various channels to prepare for today's battle.
In front of the army formation, Teng Hu held the rope reins in his hand and stepped forward on his horse, with infinite killing intent on his dark face.
He pulled out the jet-black sword from his waist, raised his hand and pointed directly at Gao Yu on the tower and shouted.
"I am Teng Hu, do you still remember me?"
Teng Hu was now a cultivator of the sixth level of Yuanhun. He raised his energy and energy and shouted loudly, which was like thunder and deafening.
All the soldiers on the city tower were shocked by Teng Hu's loud shout, and they were all shaken and unsteady on their feet.
After a long time, Gao Yu's submissive voice came from the tower.
"Tenghu, don't be arrogant. Even if you are now a practitioner, it will not help. It is absolutely impossible to break through the imperial city."
"Yeah!"
Teng Hu snorted coldly, retracted his long knife, and suddenly reached out to grab the cold iron arrow hanging on the horse's back.
Holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, with the force of the full moon, with a "whoosh!" sound, the arrow shot through the air carrying Teng Hu's sharp and powerful profound energy...
A scream was heard immediately from the tower, and then there was no movement.
The troops under the city cheered in unison, the sound shook the sky, and their morale was greatly boosted!
Teng Hu then shouted to the top of the city tower.
"At noon tomorrow, let Nangong Shuo surrender the city!"
On top of the city tower.
All the soldiers were stunned to see Gao Yu's body, which was pierced by Teng Hu's arrow and nailed to the huge stone pillar with the arrow. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed to the palace to report the news.
...
The magnificent palace.
The magnificent palace.
He seemed so calm and calm amidst the singing and dancing.
On the gold-lacquered dragon throne in the hall, sits a king who looks down on the world. Below, singing and dancing are everywhere, sleeves are fluttering; bells are ringing and chimes are ringing, and music is melodious.
Sandalwood was lit on the platform base, and the smoke filled the air.
Nangong Shuo seemed to know everything well, and his expression was calm and calm.
He did not pay any attention to the rebel army that had already arrived at the city. He just raised his hand gently to signal the guards who were kneeling on the ground in panic to retreat.
At this time, Wan Zhentian, who was sitting beside him in front of the palace, showed a smile and said.
"The Nangong Kingdom Lord seems to have already known every move of the traitor general Teng Hu, so he is so calm and composed."
"What Master Wan Sect said is true. I have known about it since Teng Hu instigated rebellion against the generals from various places and gathered his troops several years ago."
Nangong Shuo's deep and sharp eyes were filled with full confidence.
He had expected from the time Teng Hu first visited Nangong Yi that within a few years, the imperial capital would not be at peace.
Teng Hu would not let him settle down. There were many people in the empire who had Teng Hu's thoughts, and they did not recognize the throne they had gained through rebellion.
Because it has only been fifteen years since he sat on this dragon throne.
Fifteen years is a long time, long enough to allow a group of children back then to grow into strong soldiers today, but short time, short enough that some people still cannot forget their original hatred!
"They are a mere 100,000 men, and they can attack Kyoto from all over the country without any hindrance. How could they have done it without my acquiescence!"
"oh?"
Wan Zhentian expressed confusion.
"Since you already know that they are planning to cause trouble, why don't you block them in various places, but instead let them gather together and become more powerful?"
"Because I want to see whether the South Vietnamese Empire chooses me or needs him!"
Nangong Shuo's voice became deep and firm. He had been paying attention to one person, and this person was Nangong Yi.
Undoubtedly, Nangong Shuo believed that Teng Hu alone could not assemble 100,000 rebels. There must be someone they completely believed in.
This person could only be Nangong Yi.
"It seems you didn't disappoint me after all!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Shuo's mouth, and his gaze extended to the distance outside the palace...
Wan Zhentian suddenly felt that helping Nangong Shuo seize the throne of the South Vietnam Empire might not have been a wise choice.
Compared with the current Nangong Shuo, what he wants more is a fatuous and cowardly king, so that he can have the final say on the amount of material tribute given to Wanxiang Gate by the South Vietnam Empire every year.
But at this time, he didn't want to pursue it.
The purpose of Wan Zhentian's trip was to kill Teng Hu, who had been secretly killing Wanxiang Sect disciples.
Of course, a Tenghu was not worthy of his personal journey, but he knew that in order to kill the disciple of Master Huang He of Fengming Mountain in South Vietnam, he had to take action himself.
"Don't worry, Lord Nangong, I will leave Tenghu to you. You can arrange everything else by yourself!"
Wan Zhentian's words were exactly what Nangong Shuo wanted.
He has already transferred 80,000 of the empire's elite troops to the outskirts of Beijing, with 40,000 on each side stationed on the hills on the east and west sides.
He also deployed 50,000 of his immediate cronies within the imperial city. He had made arrangements for the transfer of so many personnel several months ago.
The only variable, or what he cannot control, is the master of Fengming Mountain, Huang He, his half-brother Nangong Tian.
However, he knew Nangongtian's character. Since he had chosen to follow his father's decision and go to the mountains to practice, he would never again easily participate in the struggle for royal power in the South Vietnam Empire.
Because this is the father's order and the father's wish.
If the person who knows his father best in the world is Nangong Tian, then the person who knows Nangong Tian best is Nangong Shuo.
Sometimes, Nangong Shuo would unconsciously recall the innocent brotherly love from the past.
However, when they all grew up, they discovered that there has been no family affection in the royal family since ancient times, only cruelty and blood!
Nangong Shuo raised the full wine glass on the table and saluted Wan Zhentian.
"In this case, we can rely on Master Wanmen!"
The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank in understanding.
Immediately, Nangong Shuo ordered to the left and right.
"Tomorrow at noon, the city gate will be opened wide and Tenghu will be let into the city."
