The palace gate warned Duanmu Lan twice in his twenty years as emperor, but this was the first time in broad daylight. After looking around the main hall for a long time, there was no news from the old eunuch. Remembering that there seemed to be no news about Dahua's martial arts masters for several days, Duanmu Lan felt a little uneasy and said in a deep voice to the leader of the guards beside him, "Go and ask for Mr. Yu."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the leader of the guards responded and left the palace.
He had just stepped down, and the old eunuch followed him up the palace. He hurriedly walked in front of Duanmulan, knelt on the ground with a thud, and reported in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's incredible, it's really incredible. Come to the palace gate." We've got an assassin." The old eunuch looked panicked, and his eyelids were shaking slightly, showing that he was still frightened.
Duanmulan saw his frightened look, and his disgust rose sharply, and he sternly scolded, "You are such an indecisive bitch!"
The old eunuch was frightened and frightened again. His hands softened and he lay on the ground with his head on his back, trembling. After a while, a strong smell of urine came from under him, and he was so frightened that he became incontinent. The urine soaked his crotch and flowed all over the floor
"The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die." This made the old eunuch even more anxious, kowtowing like crazy and begging desperately for mercy.
Duanmulan frowned and cursed, "You courageous slave, get out of here."
"Your Majesty, why don't we retire from court today?" Ni Juzheng said softly, following behind Emperor Yonghua.
"Oh, no, what can I do when I go back? I can't sleep anyway." Emperor Yonghua blinked his dry eyes and said helplessly, "I don't know what's going on these days, but I can't sleep well no matter what. The imperial doctor's medicine, Zhan Wei's Dan Jie can only calm the mind for a while, but it is extremely difficult to get a sound sleep. Starting from midnight, the right eye has been beating non-stop, and I don't know what trouble will happen again." Although his Taoism is not very deep, it is simple. But the truth is that we know that the Mao time belongs to Wood. If a man jumps in his right eye, it will bring disaster.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped again. He turned his head and asked Ni Juzheng, "Zhan Wei has been away for a day, has he come back?"
"I think not yet. I sent someone to Taoist Master Zhan's alchemy room. If he comes back, the boys will come to report immediately." Ni Juzheng bowed and replied. He had served Emperor Yonghua for many years and knew the Holy Will very well. Many things would be done naturally without any explanation.
"Yes." Emperor Yonghua breathed out a heavy breath, stopped talking, and walked quickly towards the Qinzheng Hall. He got up late today and missed the morning court time. All the civil and military officials had been waiting in the palace for more than half an hour.
"Long live the Holy Emperor, long live the Emperor!" When Emperor Yonghua sat down on his throne, all the officials knelt down and shouted in unison.
"No, no, just tell me if you have anything to do." Emperor Yonghua had something in mind, and his patience was not so good, and his impatience was revealed in his words.
Today is the Chang Dynasty, and the people in the palace are either full-time officials of the fifth rank or above, or government secretaries, inspectors, and assistants of the county governments of the third rank or above who have entered the capital to perform their duties. None of these people had become human beings. Seeing Emperor Yonghua's expression, they all shut up and no one spoke.
Bamboo roots have no intention, and branches grow out of joints.
Emperor Yonghua dragged his tired body to court because he was afraid of delaying political affairs. He never thought that his careless words just now would actually make them "mute". "Farmers are returning to their hometowns. Is there any disaster relief report coming from Pingzhou?"
Nong Guili was the chief minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Xia Muren went to Pingzhou to provide disaster relief, and he always complained to him when there was a shortage of supplies. Although Xia Muren held the title of prince, disaster relief still had to follow disaster relief procedures, and reports were sent to the Ministry of Household Affairs, who then forwarded them to the emperor. Of course, if it is Xia Muren's secret book, it can be submitted directly to the Hanlin Academy.
"Back to the Emperor, I have not received the relief supplies from His Highness King Yi for two days. I have sent someone to ask for help. We are still on the way." Nong Guili replied cautiously.
"Oh, I haven't delivered anything for two days and I need to fold the copy." Emperor Yonghua raised his eyebrows and said, "I guess the Shenshao Camp has arrived at Pingshan, and King Yi has left for the capital." Thinking of this, he suddenly felt much more relaxed. He smiled consciously.
Yu Lingyi walked quickly to the main hall, bowed and held his hand and said, "Your Majesty, there is an enemy attack at the palace gate. Please suspend the court and retreat to a safe place." When he spoke, his expression was solemn, and his eyes slowly showed incredulity. color.
"Mr. Yu, Dahua's martial arts master is here," Duanmulan asked coldly. But I was thinking, "Didn't you already know that Dahua's Jianghu people are coming to cause trouble? Gong Fang has also checked it several times, so why is it like this?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Yu Lingyi replied solemnly.
Duanmulan frowned, pretending to smile and said, "Haha, that's it. What's supposed to come will come sooner or later, just send it away, why do you need to retreat from the court?" In the history of Jue Kingdom, it is also How could Duanmulan want to do this without an emperor who had to leave the court to avoid disaster?
"Your Majesty, for the sake of safety, I respectfully ask Your Majesty, all princes and ministers to retreat first." Yu Lingyi suddenly knelt down on one knee and reported loudly. Duanmu Lan's laughter just now was already a precursor to anger, but he did not worry about this and once again asked the emperor to retreat.
Duanmulan knew Yu Lingyi well. He had never been rude and reckless. Now that he insisted on asking him to retreat, there must be a reason. He asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Yu, Dahua's thieves are coming. There are many three thousand iron armors. Even the ten guests could not stop him."
"Back to the emperor, there is only one person who attacked the palace gate," Yu Lingyi replied in a daze. The martial arts of the white-haired Taoist outside the palace was far beyond his imagination. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it. He took a look from afar and rushed over to report. "No matter what, nothing can happen to the Emperor and His Royal Highness."
The morning breeze blew away the smell of blood and drove away the moans.
Qingxuan had no intention of killing too many people. These eight hundred guards were either blinded by him, or had their hamstrings broken by him, or he stabbed one or two deep holes in insecure places on their bodies, making it difficult for them to fight again. Only twenty or thirty people were killed.
A hundred or two hundred feet away from the palace gate, thousands of people from Yinyang gathered. They were all stunned and said, "Is this old Taoist a human or a god? He must be a god of death who has descended to earth."
Qingxuan returned the sword to its sheath, turned sideways, turned into smoke, and disappeared into the palace gate.
There is a stone mountain on the left, a stone mountain on the right, and a stone mountain behind. The only thing that does not block the road is the front, where Zhao Qianming's 50,000-strong army is guarding.
"My lord, you will change into the clothes of a guard in a moment, and I will lead my men to fight. If the fight breaks out, you may be able to rush out during the chaos." Zhou Xukuan said softly to Xia Mu. He didn't have any confidence in what he said, but this was the only way he could think of that still had a chance of survival.
Xia Muchao looked sad, shook his head and said, "Xukuan, who do you think I am? In this desperate situation, we just give it a try and use some small means to teach these thieves such a joke. Even if they kill themselves, they can kill more." A few rebellious ministers and traitors can be regarded as living up to the country's favor. You can entrust me with your life. Why should I, Xia Muchao, cherish my life as a companion?"
At this time, there were only about two hundred people left around Xia Muchao. After hearing his words, everyone choked up and felt overwhelmed with thoughts.
"Good boys," Xia Muchao yelled loudly as he absorbed his heartache.
"Yes" everyone replied in unison, striking the ground with their swords.
"Follow me to kill the thief." Xia Muchao raised the sword in his hand, raised his arms and shouted loudly, rushing to the front.
