A thick wall surrounded the bodies of Zhao Yizhi, Yi Xiaodao, and Meng Mulie. The corpses of the Beiyi soldiers were piled up layer by layer, forming a wall of corpses.
The three of them still had their eyes closed and their bodies were motionless. This wall of corpses was obviously not made by the three of them.
Precisely. Not by themselves.
The Qilong sword was stained with blood, but it was just a sword. At this time, it was filled with murderous intent, pointing at the fearful Beiyi soldiers not far away.
The soldiers of Beiyi were afraid to move forward. Over the past few days, they tried countless methods, including burning, shooting with arrows, and even the soldiers swarming forward to chop, but nothing could be done with the Kailong Sword.
The surrounding wall of corpses was the fate of these soldiers.
"How long are you going to stay here?" A Beiyi general came over and shouted angrily at the surrounding soldiers.
The soldiers replied in fear: "General, this sword... is too weird... we can't do anything..."
The Beiyi general pushed aside the soldiers in front of him and said: "The sword is dead, but the people are alive! You can't do anything with the sword, don't you know how to attack people? If you are good at archery, go kill those two Central Plains people. I shot someone!"
After giving the order, the messenger quickly returned to the city to deliver the order. Soon, a small group of archers holding bent bows and carrying quivers came outside the city.
The Beiyi general glanced at them and nodded with satisfaction. These archers were indeed among the best among the Beiyi and were somewhat famous.
He added uneasily: "You have done a great job by shooting these two Central Plains people to death! But be careful, if anyone accidentally hurts the Khan, you can use the heads of the entire clan as an apology!"
The originally confident faces of the archers suddenly became solemn, but there was no turning back when they fired their bows. Moreover, the distance from the target here was only a hundred steps at most, so it was not a difficult task for them.
The archers drew their bows and nocked arrows. Just as they took aim, they saw the Beiyi general reaching out to stop him: "Slow down!"
Everyone looked at the general in confusion: "General, what's the matter?"
The Beiyi general looked at the Qilong Sword in mid-air. At some point, the sword's edge had deflected and slowly landed next to Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao.
Jian understood what they meant!
"General..."
The soldiers all looked at the general. Everyone knew that the sword was the most difficult to deal with.
"Huh... you are strong, go and take the hammer and destroy this sword!" The Beiyi general took a deep breath and said helplessly.
"us…"
The Beiyi soldiers who were spotted immediately panicked. The wall of corpses around them was still there, which was shocking to see. Let them go now, isn't that asking for death?
The Beiyi general didn't waste any time. He drew his sword out of its sheath and looked at several people with an unkind look. His meaning was self-evident.
Dozens of Beiyi soldiers looked at each other, knowing that there was no hope of survival. They all said bitterly in unison: "General, please... treat your family well."
After saying that, everyone held their weapons and walked towards Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao.
The sword edge rises, pointing at Beiyi.
"Come on!"
Dozens of roars intertwined together, and the Beiyi soldiers rushed forward.
The roar of the dragon and the crisp sound of swords covered up the screams of these Beiyi soldiers.
On the Beiyi side, some people could no longer bear to look and turned their heads, unable to bear to see their former clansmen dying like this.
"Why are you still standing there? Shoot the arrows!" the Beiyi general gave the order, and before the archers could hear the order clearly, the arrows in their hands had already been shot.
They are all sharpshooters in the Beiyi Army, and their grasp of opportunities is far better than ordinary people.
The Qilong Sword suddenly split open the Beiyi soldiers who were blocking him in front of him. The sword's light was so powerful that he had to turn over the sword to fight back.
A burly Beiyi soldier stood in front of the Qilong Sword, pounced forward, and let the Qilong Sword pierce him. Seeing this, the rest of the Beiyi soldiers rushed forward one after another, imitating his example and blocking the edge of the Qilong Sword.
There is also no shortage of bloody men in Beiyi.
The sharp edge of the Qilong Sword has pierced the three of them. The three struggled painfully, but no one refused to let go. They hugged each other tightly. The person in front also clenched the sword of the Qilong Sword tightly. handle.
The sword light was so powerful that the three of them were about to lose control. Dozens of Beiyi soldiers rushed forward, layer upon layer, trapping Qilong Sword in the middle.
"Swish swish!"
The archers fired several arrows in succession, and hundreds of feather arrows were shot at Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao who were on the ground. Their archery skills were very good, and they were about to be shot into hedgehogs...
"You bunch of northern barbarians are so brave! This is the emperor of Daqi!"
An old man wearing palace clothes and a Qiaoshi Guan fell from the sky and stood in front of Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao.
He rolled up his sleeves, and the arrows were rolled into his cuffs. With a wave of his hand, the arrows were shot back, pointing directly at the Beiyi archers.
The archers failed to react in time and fell to the ground one after another after being hit by arrows.
"who!"
The Beiyi general was angry, and this was just one step away.
In fact, he also knew that the visitor must be from the Central Plains, but seeing that he was wearing official uniform, he decided to ask again. If you are a master of martial arts in the Central Plains, you may be afraid of him, but if you are a member of the Central Plains court, the ants will bite the elephant to death.
Naturally, those who came were non-stop, chasing Wang Zhenliang who came all the way after Zhao Yizhi.
His big sleeves were torn by the arrows of the feather arrows. Wang Zhenliang slowly lowered his sleeves, revealing his white, tender and beardless cheeks.
"Wang Zhenliang, the chief internal affairs officer of the Daqi Palace!"
This general name was full of energy, without the high-pitched voice of the past.
The soldiers of Beiyi were also slightly shocked by his rich voice, and their formation retreated slightly.
"What are you afraid of?! Come to me!" The Beiyi general drew his sword and glared at the soldiers, almost as if he hated iron for not becoming steel. He just shouted to get up, but he stood motionless.
Wang Zhenliang blocked him, and Qilong Sword broke free from the shackles of the Beiyi soldiers, flew to Wang Zhenliang's side, and stood in front of him.
Wang Zhenliang looked at the Qilong Sword in front of him, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Qilong... If the late emperor were here, he would be heartbroken to death when he saw these barbarians from Northern Yi being so rampant! This old slave is useless... This old slave is useless …”
The Beiyi soldiers rushed forward with shouts, and a sea of people swarmed towards Wang Zhenliang.
They are afraid of swords because they have nothing to do with them, but if the opponent is a living person, then they are not afraid.
Wang Zhenliang slowly reached out and touched the hilt of the Qilong Sword.
The sword didn't react at all and was allowed to be picked up by him.
If you live with a true dragon throughout your life, even if you don’t have the dragon spirit, you will still be imbued with the power of the dragon.
"I swear to death today..."
…
"Whose child is this? Why is he lying outside this cleansing room?"
"Back to the emperor, this child has purified himself at home and wants to enter the palace, but he is too thin and does not meet the standards..."
"I purified myself!?" The young man in the dragon robe was startled and quickly took two steps forward to see what was going on.
The young emperor is still a little younger, and this is the first time he has heard of such a thing.
The old eunuch on the side quickly stopped the young emperor: "Your Majesty, don't go there... dirty..."
"Look, are you still alive? Why is no one taking care of such a big living person? What should I do if I freeze to death in the twelfth lunar month of winter?" The young emperor was a little angry.
"Your Majesty... There are not many others in the world. There are just this poor man. There are too many to count... How can he manage it..." the old eunuch said half-jokingly, half-embarrassed.
The young emperor pushed the old eunuch away, strode forward, squatted on the ground, and looked at the filthy and dying child in front of him.
"It looks like you are a few years younger than me. Child, are you still alive?"
The weak child opened his eyes, looked at the young emperor, and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
The young emperor pulled off the big cloak on his body and covered the child: "Inform me and tell the imperial doctor to treat him quickly. After he is cured, he will stay in the palace and do simple cleaning work."
The old eunuch rushed up, took a distressed look at the goose down bird feather cloak, and said to the young emperor: "Your Majesty... give him some silver and just find a doctor in the market..."
The young emperor stamped his feet vigorously: "Go quickly!"
"Yes, yes...slave, go right now, go right now..." The old eunuch hurriedly ran away and followed the order.
"Thank you...Your Majesty..."
Perhaps the sudden warmth made the child regain some of his vitality, and he spoke with a trembling mouth.
The young emperor squatted down again: "What's your name?"
…
"Wang Zhenliang, your handwriting is better than mine, but why can you only write your own name?"
"Your Majesty has given me the prize. I have never read a book and am illiterate. I don't know if I can write well or not. I only know that this is the name given by Your Majesty. I practice every day and night, just thinking that I can write neatly." some…"
The middle-aged man in the dragon robe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Being able to write your name is the most basic thing in being a human being. If you can't even write your own name, who are you? I hope that one day, everyone in Daqi will be able to do so. If you can have books to read, you can be literate!”
The middle-aged emperor thought for a while before coming back to his senses: "After all these years, the thieves who harmed you have not been found yet. What a shame that they dared to file a complaint to the ablution room first, saying that you were the one who did the ablutions yourself." If I catch them..."
"It's okay, Your Majesty." Wang Zhenliang's lips twitched with a smile, but he didn't say much.
Outside the door, an old eunuch hurriedly ran in: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, Nanhuai and Donglu are fighting again. It seems that it is because a village in Nanhuai occupied Donglu's land. Hundreds of people were killed and injured on both sides. Woolen cloth!"
"Furthermore, a distant nephew of King Donglu also died in this fight. This is a memorial from King Donglu... If nothing is done..."
"Put it aside, let me ask you. Have the murderers who killed Wang Zhenliang been caught?"
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, Nanhuai and Donglu..."
The middle-aged emperor was furious: "Are you just turning a deaf ear to my decree? You usually brag to me about the magical powers of the Twelve Heavenly Guards, but now you have to catch a few thieves for so many years? Come on, drag them out!"
Wang Zhenliang was startled and knelt down together with the panicked old eunuch: "Your Majesty, have mercy!"
The middle-aged emperor hesitated again and again, but finally shook his head: "Drag him out and go home to rest for three days!"
The two eunuchs kowtowed quickly to express their gratitude. Wang Zhenliang smiled. His Majesty is still so soft-hearted, as soft-hearted as ever...
…
"Queen... once I leave, you will be... the Queen Mother..."
"How long has it been and you are still joking!" The queen with a beautiful face and phoenix robe stood beside the bed, her eyes red.
The old emperor smiled, turned his head with difficulty and asked, "Where is Zhi'er...?"
"I haven't seen you for three days... From now on, Daqi will be handed over to Zhi'er. How can this be done..."
When it came to her son, the queen finally couldn't bear it any longer, and tears rolled down her face.
The old emperor breathed a long sigh of relief, which made the eunuchs and maids around him nervous. After a while, he said leisurely: "It's okay... Zhi'er is smart! I...I'm not as good as him...haha"
Wang Zhenliang was already a young man, and his heart felt like a knife when he saw the old emperor out of breath.
"Wang Zhenliang..."
"The old slave is here!"
"Over the years...you have done a good job in the palace...you basically know everything you should know and shouldn't know...Although you and I are servants...I have always regarded you as a friend...I hope you will take it for my sake... well…"
"I swear to death..."
Before Wang Zhenliang finished speaking, he saw the old emperor's hand hanging down by the bed... Everyone around him saw it and all knelt down with a "crash".
Wang Zhenliang felt his head buzzing. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he continued to mutter: "To repay Your Majesty..."
…
After returning to the city, Wang Zhenliang stood in a sea of blood and corpses. His palace clothes were in pieces and covered in blood. He slowly let go of his hand and closed his eyes...
"To repay His Majesty..."
The Qilong Sword flew into the air again, and the sword pointed at the Beiyi soldiers who were returning to the city and were afraid to leave the city.
