"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Good news, good news!" Wang Zhenliang hurriedly rushed into Zhao Yizhi's palace, Qiyang Palace.
As soon as he opened the door, a sword flew past Wang Zhenliang's eyes and was inserted steadily into the scabbard hanging on the wall, as if it had never been pulled out. Only the rope was shaking slightly.
Wang Zhenliang lowered his eyes at the right time, not sure if he saw it.
Zhao Yizhi sat in front of the table and chair, holding his chin with one hand, and asked boredly: "But Zhou Ziruyi Xiaodao and the others won?"
"Your Majesty is so wise. What a great victory! Two hundred thousand Chu and Hunan troops were beaten without a trace in a few days. Oh, that's a wonderful thing!" Wang Zhenliang said with joy.
Zhao Yizhi sat up straight and pretended to be very interested: "Oh? What kind of wonderful method is it? Come on, Manager Wang, sit down and talk to me!"
Wang Zhenliang naturally didn't know how the fight was going on, but when he saw Zhao Yizhi looking very interested, he didn't want to spoil his interest, so he quickly bowed aside and relayed the news from the sentinel.
Zhao Yizhi had already extended his spiritual consciousness to Wancheng, and had a thorough view of the entire battle. He knew the movements of everyone from the Sichuan and Shu Army to the Tang Clan and even the Beggar Clan. Wang Zhenliang's information was often limited. Sometimes when he mentioned a certain point, he didn't know why, so Zhao Yizhi helped him complete it with a smile. Zhao Yizhi didn't even notice that his spiritual consciousness was no longer limited to the imperial court, but extended to the vassal territory.
"In the end, Ge Cifeng committed suicide outside Wucheng. He was only more than ten miles away from Wucheng... It's a pity that he was only one step away from returning to Chuxiang." Wang Zhenliang sighed lightly, then realized what he was doing, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed. Ground: "Old slave deserves to die, old slave deserves to die..."
Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand to help Wang Zhenliang up: "Get up, Manager Wang. There are many regrets in the world, and it is human nature to feel sorry for them."
Wang Zhenliang stood up, and Zhao Yizhi himself stood up with a sigh, walked out of his palace, and looked up at the sky and the earth: "When he left, he told me that he would leave a trail of incense for the eight kings. Now Donglu, Chu Hunan, the vassal kings of the two places have cut off their heirs..."
Wang Zhenliang followed Zhao Yizhi without asking who "he" was. He only replied to His Majesty in front of him: "Your Majesty, both kings brought it upon themselves. Your Majesty, please don't take it too seriously. I think of the changes in the Xuanwu Gate in the previous dynasty. , brothers can still kill each other, Daqi has already given all the glory and wealth to the eight kings, which is a great blessing from heaven."
Zhao Yizhi nodded: "Yes, six hundred years of wealth is indeed a lot."
"Your Majesty, they estimate that they will return to the capital in ten days. By the way, the only daughter of the King of Sichuan and Shu, the Princess of Sichuan and Shu, will also return to the capital with Prime Minister Zhou, Duke Wu Ding, and Duke Zhongyi." Zhao Yizhi reminded.
"Well, okay. I have long heard that the Peng family of Sichuan is as fierce as fire. In the past, he was a famous vanguard under Taizu's tent. I would like to see how impatient he is." Zhao Yizhi said with a smile. .
After staying in the palace all day, Zhao Yizhi felt depressed even though he had spiritual consciousness. Now that someone can come to the palace, he is also very excited and looking forward to it.
"Don't feel bad about the money. You are so picky and scrounging. It doesn't matter if you are extravagant or wasteful this time. This time Zhou Ziru won a big victory, so we have to celebrate our Wen Xiang!" Zhao Yizhi ordered.
Wang Zhenliang nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, I'll do it now!"
"Tangmen, Beggar Clan...ha...Yi Xiaodao really understands me." Zhao Yizhi stood alone at the stone railing, shaking his head and chuckling.
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In the territory of Anxi, Wangcangfeng Tiandao Sect.
"Poof!" A man vomited blood and flew backwards towards the gate of Tiandao Sect. Two door leaves were knocked to the ground, and even the plaque was knocked down and hit the man.
There were people standing around the entrance of the Tiandao Sect, all of them were disciples of the Tiandao Sect. Their clothing styles were all the same, and the big word "dao" on their chests was very eye-catching. What is strange is that so many people are extremely quiet. There is nothing but the sound of wind. Everyone holds their breath and looks at a proud and independent woman in front of the door.
The woman was dressed in black and wore a gauze hat. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she had a graceful figure, plump but not fat. She had a body that would make any man's heart flutter after looking at her, but it made all the Heavenly Sword disciples dare not have the slightest evil thought.
Just now, Chu Xinghe, the first disciple of the Tiandao Sect, was defeated by this woman with only seven moves, and the weapons of both sides were swords!
In the world of martial arts, there are thousands of sects, and competition is fierce. If you don't have any skills that are good at martial arts, you will soon be squeezed by other sects until you no longer exist. What the Heavenly Sword Sect is good at is the king of weapons—the sword! I think back then, the first leader of the Tiandao Sect defeated seventeen heroes in a row with one sword, and then founded the Tiandao Sect in Anxi. It has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is a well-known sect in the world. No one in the martial arts dares to disrespect it. .
"Is this the number one disciple of the Tiandao Sect? Haha." The woman chuckled, her voice as pleasant as a silver bell.
Chu Xinghe struggled to push away the plaque on his body, got up, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for showing mercy, girl. I don't know where you are from. From now on, I, a disciple of the Tiandao Sect, should avoid you when you meet me." Chu Xinghe said to the end. He was a man. The woman's last move was to hit the hilt of the knife and shake her chest. He didn't kill her, so he also appreciated it.
"Don't thank me, I just think you are not worthy of killing me. Live well, you can only take seven of my moves. You are still far from martial arts!" The woman taunted and kicked Chu Xinghe to his feet. The long knife on the ground was kicked back, turned around and left. The crowd silently made way for the woman to leave.
Chu Xinghe took the long knife, his face turned red and white, feeling ashamed.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know. Among all the sword-wielding sects in the world, who can defeat the senior brother in seven moves?"
"Shh, stop it, stop it."
The woman walked alone halfway up the mountain and suddenly stopped: "I almost forgot, after following me for so long, is it worth risking your life just for such a little bit of information?"
There was no one around, and no one knew who the woman was talking to.
Moved! The woman kicked her foot, and the person disappeared on the spot, rushing towards the treetops behind her.
The treetops were shaking violently, and there was someone inside. When he saw the woman rushing towards him, he was startled and turned around to escape, but he was still a step too slow...
When the woman landed on the ground again, she let go of her palms, and a man's body was thrown to the ground casually: "I hate people following me the most."
The corpse was wearing a black and gray tight-fitting sleeves, and the waistband had a faint word "Q" sewn in black thread. Other than that, there was no other information.
"Wen Xiangge, it's these annoying guys again." The woman seemed to hate Wen Xiangge very much, and kicked the corpse at her feet. This kick was so powerful that it kicked the body from the mountain road aside and into the abyss.
After finishing dealing with the "tail" behind her, the woman clapped her hands and took out a piece of white silk from her chest: "Let me see, the next one is...Tang Sect."
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Ten days later, Yi Xiaodao and others finally arrived at the capital, and saw the towering city walls of the capital from a long distance away.
"I'm back. I heard that His Majesty also promised me a big garden at the east gate. I haven't gone to see it yet... I don't know how Asan and Asi are doing." Yi Xiaodao looked at the capital with emotion. . To go from being a beggar to becoming a prince in Daqi in three years is something that many people would never dare to think about.
Zhou Ziru said from the side: "Wu Dinggong deserves the most credit in this battle, but in front of His Majesty..."
"Credit? What credit? I just went home. What credit can I get? Ah, I hope that when Prime Minister Zhou reports to His Majesty, he can give me a reward to appease the people and make me look better." Yi Xiaodao pretended. Sha Chong was stunned.
Xiang Lian'er interrupted at the side: "How can this be done? You fought with Chu Xiang's Qilin Bow Soldiers and almost died several times. How can you not retaliate?"
Li Dingxing hissed softly, signaling Xiang Lian'er not to interrupt.
Zhou Ziru said with a smile: "Wu Dinggong is really a smart man, so this couldn't be better."
Yi Xiaodao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "What I have now is enough. If it weren't for Yue'er, I wouldn't have gone through this muddy water."
"Hey, that's not possible. I saw the truth of what Wu Dinggong did with my own eyes. If it weren't for him, it would be hard to predict whether he would win or not!" Zhou Ziru complimented.
"No, no, how dare you." Yi Xiaodao smiled from ear to ear and waved his hands repeatedly.
The two of them were complimenting each other politely. Xiang Lian'er got a little tired of watching, so she simply stopped looking and went off to look for He Yue'er while holding her injured arm and riding her horse.
At the city gate, Zhao Yizhi stood on the city tower, with civil and military officials standing on both sides. People inside and outside the city gate were crowded with people watching the excitement, and everyone was looking forward to it.
In addition to the Sichuan-Shu Army, the Beggar Clan and Tang Clan disciples also stayed in Wucheng, including Yi Xiaodao and Li Dingxing's Huizheng Camp, Shangwu Camp, and the Nanhuai Army, which can be regarded as a mutual restraint of all forces. The only troops entering the capital were the Yulin Army from the imperial court, and the Yulin Army only went outside the city and did not enter the city. They only passed by the city gate for Zhao Yizhi to review.
When Zhou Ziru was in Wancheng, he gathered together the previously defeated Yulin army, plus his remaining troops, plus Tang Xingchang's troops from the north and south to guard Wancheng, there were 120,000 soldiers and horses. many.
Wang Zhenliang originally planned to select only 10,000 elite soldiers for Zhao Yi to review to enhance the country's prestige. Zhao Yizhi insisted and refused. He wanted to see with his own eyes every soldier who fought for Daqi.
The Yulin Army passed by the city slowly and silently. Many of them were injured. Their movements were no longer as neat and uniform as when they set out for battle, and they were not even agile. Zhou Ziru had already tried his best to select a group of stronger and healthier soldiers to go in front. Slowly, the soldiers behind also followed, those on crutches, those carrying people, those with broken limbs...
The onlookers, who were initially excited by the novelty, gradually became silent, and many women covered their mouths and began to cry. Soon, there were whimpering sounds, and there was a gloomy mist at the city gate.
Wang Zhenliang was anxious: "This... is a great way to welcome Master Wang back. These people... are crying... so much that the old slave wants to cry..." After all, he is not a hard-hearted person.
All the civil and military officials on the city wall also wept secretly, but they didn't cry out loud.
Although Zhao Yizhi had already sensed the brutality of the battlefield with his spiritual consciousness, when these surviving Yulin troops appeared in front of him, he was shocked again.
"Dear dear friends, fellow citizens, this...is Daqi's Yulin Army! Why were they injured and why did they die? It's for me, for Daqi, and for you! As our monarchs, ministers and people work together, Daqi will be strong. ! Unstoppable!" Zhao Yizhi's words were sonorous and powerful.
"I am willing to die for Your Majesty!" The Yulin army under the city wall shouted loudly, and the sound was like a wave, spreading far to the front and back, and it lasted for a long time.
