Zhao Qing looked at the three people who expressed their whereabouts and sighed in his heart. This was considered a good destination for the three of them.
I don’t know when it began to rain continuously outside the window, pattering like a prelude to farewell.
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It is about three thousand miles from Jingzhou to Beijing.
Passing through the tall Yongding Gate, Zhao Qing entered this prosperous capital city, one man and one horse.
Counting back more than two thousand years, Jingzhou City was the capital of Chu State, Yingdu, and here was Jicheng, the capital of Yan State. But now, times are easier, and the development of the two is very different.
It was the first time that Zhao Qing saw a large ancient city with a population of one million. Zhao Qing was a little surprised and took a few more glances. The main street inside Yongdingmen is surprisingly wide, busy with traffic, and very lively.
Some martial arts people wrapped their weapons in their bags and walked silently along the edge of the street, no longer as showy as they used to be in other areas.
In the capital, there are many public servants, and most people in the world are careful to avoid getting into trouble.
But what these people never imagined was that Zhao Qing, who was walking with them on the same street, not only planned to cause trouble when he went to Beijing, but also wanted to cause the most serious kind of trouble.
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Late at night, Zhao Qing fostered the horses in the backyard of the inn and sneaked to the palace alone.
She was dressed in black night clothes, with a small black-painted steel buckler attached to her back, a bloody knife in her left hand, and a long sword in her right hand. Her shoes were also specially treated to eliminate as much noise as possible when walking.
The palace wall in the northeast corner of the Forbidden City is relatively short, where servants live, and there are few guards patrolling it. Zhao Qing investigated for a while and came to the side of the thirteenth row in the north. He quietly walked around and hid behind a big tree. When the guards passed by, he lightly jumped into the palace wall with his feet.
The guards inside the palace are not as tight as those outside the palace. After all, it is the backyard of the palace. Most of the guards cannot stay overnight late at night.
Regarding the residence of Emperor Jiaqing, Zhao Qing had inquired in advance. It should be the Yangxin Hall in the west of the Qianqing Palace. This hall is adjacent to the Military Aircraft Department of "Zhang Military and State Affairs" and is the place where the emperor manages politics.
Zhao Qing has profound internal energy. Although he is in the dark, he can see things as if they were in daylight. She walked quickly, and when she encountered guards and watchmen patrolling her, she hid in the corner of the house or behind the woods.
Going west between Le Shou Hall and Yang Xing Hall, bypassing a long corridor, Zhao Qing passed through Xuan Qiong Palace, Jing Yang Palace, Zhong Cui Palace and arrived at the Imperial Garden.
Then she walked along the west side of Kunning Palace, Jiaotai Palace, and Qianqing Palace to the east side of Yangxin Palace, lightly jumped up the courtyard wall, entered through Yuehua Gate and ZY Gate, and soon stood at Yangxin Gate. Top.
I saw a plaque outside the hall in the distance. It said "Yangxin Hall" on it, and there were winding Manchu characters next to it.
Looking at the vermilion palace walls and yellow glazed tiles under the light of the hand-held lanterns of the guards and eunuchs outside the palace, Zhao Qing knew that the first critical step had come.
To be honest, she didn't expect that her sneaking into the palace would be so smooth. Not only did she not see the Chief Marine or the Deputy Chief Sai along the way, she didn't even see a few ordinary first-rate and second-rate players.
But this is more in line with common sense. After all, he is going to invade the palace today, but the people in the palace have no idea at all.
Gui Xinshu encountered so many guards back then, mainly because Kangxi had obtained information from the traitor and increased the intensity of the guard. In fact, during the Xiaoao period, Dan Qingsheng had the ability to break into the palace and kidnap the imperial cook. Although it was not aimed at the emperor, it was evident.
The reason why I said that I didn't see a few good players, rather than that there were no good players, was because at this moment, there were indeed two guards who were generally considered to be first-rate and were guarding the entrance of the palace.
The two of them may have been standing at the palace gate for too long and were too bored. One was counting the tassels on the sword on his waist one by one with his fingers; the other had his eyes wide open, breathing in and out through his mouth and nose, and his whole body muscles were trembling slightly. It seems that he is practicing some kind of hard Qigong, and he is quite diligent.
But judging from the long breaths of the two people, they still have some attainments in internal skills.
In addition to these two people, there are still forty or fifty guards guarding the Yangxin Hall with swords, and they are heavily guarded. It is estimated that these people came in during the night shift. After resting throughout the day, they felt energetic at night.
There are so many of these guards that if they want to kill them all at once, some of them will definitely make a sound before they die. It would be extremely difficult to break into the palace silently.
Just when Zhao Qing decided to jump down from the Yangxin Gate and kill the guards, four eunuchs in the distance carried palace lanterns and led two officials over.
While the guards were checking the official's identity, Zhao Qing jumped and landed lightly on the eaves of Yangxin Palace. Putting away her weapon, she lowered her body, lifted up the glazed tiles, and used her inner strength of Shenzhao Gong to move down.
But after hearing a slight sound of sand scattering, a small hole had been opened on the roof of the temple.
Zhao Qing looked down and saw several eunuchs lighting lamps and candles in the palace. A tall, thin and bald military attache stood on the right side of the emperor, who seemed to be deeply trusted.
Two old officials were bowing and standing beside the throne, reporting on political affairs. They mainly talked about the famine in the Yunnan-Guizhou region. They said that there had been an uprising in recent days, and they suspected that people from the Red Flower Society were involved.
He was quite diligent, but it was a pity that he was a Manchu emperor. In addition, the Red Flower Club still exists, and you can indeed contact us in the future.
Now that the emperor's position was confirmed, Zhao Qing raised his blood knife, drew a full circle on the roof of the palace above him, and cut off two rafters. Along with the tiles and dust falling from the air, she jumped down to the hall.
As the black shadow shook, Jiaqing's back was stamped with a swift and unparalleled palm by Zhao Qing. Under the intertwining strength, in an instant, he felt that all his internal organs were displaced, his vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.
But soon, the growing pain in his heart made him wake up again, and he could only lie down on the desk. This was the Qi Sha Chi practice practiced by Zhao Qing, and the heartbreaking pain caused by the Qi Sha Qi.
Of course, Zhao Qing was worried that the emperor who had never practiced martial arts was too weak to bear the excessive pain, so Zhao Qing greatly reduced his palm strength. Otherwise, with Jiaqing's physique, he would have fallen to the ground rolling and howling in pain, completely losing the dignity of the emperor.
He never expected that he would be attacked by an assassin without any warning in the middle of the night. The tall, thin, bald old man standing next to the emperor had no time to defend him. By the time he reacted, he saw Jiaqing lying on his desk and screaming in pain. .
Knowing that he had committed a major dereliction of duty, the old man took action in panic, using the strong wind with his palms to strike at Zhao Qing one after another. Every time a palm is struck, there is a wheezing sound, as if there is a person in the palm exhaling rapidly.
Zhao Qing glanced at the old man, stretched out his hand to feel the pulse on Jiaqing's wrist to check the condition behind the middle palm, and casually held hands with him. But when he heard the sound like being beaten, the old man's face turned blood red, he stepped back four or five steps, and suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.
With just one palm strike, Zhao Qing had already figured out the old man's true identity, and guessed that the other party was most likely Mr. Hai, who had practiced the martial arts of the Shenlong Sect. His martial arts was quite good, but it was still inferior to that of the ancestor of the Blood Sword. Not your own opponent.
This secret attack has been completely successful. But this does not mean that he has succeeded in controlling the current emperor.
Will the Manchu nobles be willing to allow an emperor who is controlled by the Han to continue to be "emperor"? Zhao Qing didn't know what the outcome would be, but she was ready to deal with the enemy's counterattack.
