After traveling quickly for several days, Lin Heng and his party left the city of Tianzi and entered the fiefdom of the Marquis of Jin.
The prince came to the capital early to return to the country. According to etiquette, the princes should send their ministers to greet him. However, the Marquis of Jin went against the grain and sent people to intercept and kill Lin Heng several times on his way back home, not to mention not allowing the clansmen guarding the border to come out to greet him.
Not to mention, the team had to cross the Luan River to go to Suzhou. The county doctor ordered people to move the boats in advance and did not allow the boatmen to leave the city. This was obviously a dilemma.
"That's too much!" Fu Ling opened the car window and looked at the closed city gate, saying angrily.
Lin Heng tightened his cloak tightly and looked out through the half-opened car window. He saw the city wall made of rammed earth and the figure flashing past the city. His heart sank slightly, but it didn't show on his face.
"Zisu, summon the wolf armor."
"promise."
The beautiful maid opened the car door, ignored the falling rain, leaned over and told the man slave: "Click the whip."
Manu immediately shuddered, immediately let go of the reins, untied the long whip tied around his waist, and threw the whip flowers in the air.
There was a snap, the shadow of the whip swept across, and the sound of the whip exploded.
The knights stopped at the same time, and the armor commander galloped closer, facing Lin Heng's cold face: "Sir, the county doctor is from the Xian family, and the family is attached to the Hu family."
Lin Heng didn't say much, and signaled Fuling to open the wooden box, took out a wooden sign from the box, and handed it to the commander in front of the car.
The wooden sign is five inches long, completely black, and as hard as rock. One side is engraved with a totem, symbolizing that Lin Heng is the legitimate son of the princes, and the other side is engraved with two rows of words, which are the titles awarded to him by the emperor.
"Before going to the city, don't open the city gate and shoot." Handing the wooden sign to the commander, Lin Heng looked at the city head again. The figure wearing a long crown stands under the flagpole, and it is unknown what his expression is at this moment.
"No!" Commander A held up the wooden sign with both hands, turned around on horseback, and pointed out the five riders to go with him.
The group of people flew towards the city and informed the people in the city of their identities.
"Open the city gate!"
The county official could use the monarch's secret order to stop the prince of Jin, but he could not stop the Beijing official. This was a disregard for the emperor's authority.
Xian Cheng's expression suddenly changed when he saw the wooden sign held high. Holding the secret letter sent from Suzhou, the wavering attitude became firm again.
Mrs. Li is favored in the inner palace, and the young master is highly regarded by the king. There is a fox family that is rising when the tide lifts all boats, and all the clans in the country avoid its edge.
The Xian family declined and had to rely on the Hu family.
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
If the young master succeeds, the Xian family is expected to revive. If it fails, what you did in the past will become a reminder.
"Open the city gate to welcome Young Master Heng!" The commander held up the wooden sign and roared like thunder.
Xiancheng clenched his fists and pressed his fingertips into his palms. His cheeks trembled slightly, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes. He is destined to be at odds with Young Master Heng, so he will never stop doing it!
"Anyone who pretends to be a prince must be a spy and shoot arrows!"
When the order was given, arrows rained down from the city.
The armor commander had already been on guard, quickly retreated, picked up the short spear on his back, danced with one arm tightly, blocking the falling arrows, and swept them all out.
"Continue." Xiancheng approached the female wall, clasped his hands on the wall, stared at the team below the city, and said fiercely, "Use the giant arrow to aim at the carriage!"
The giant arrow is two meters long and requires three people to work together to control the string.
Compared with a bow and arrow, it is more like a spear, sharp and thirsty for blood.
The city soldier took off his shirt, stepped on the bow body with both feet, leaned back, and used six hands to draw the bow string with a creaking sound.
A cold light flashed from the top of the city, and the knights below the city immediately shouted: "It's a giant arrow, protect the young master!"
Before the sound could reach the ground, the horse slave had already turned the horse's head and drove the horse to run towards the road.
Seeing this scene, Xiancheng burst into laughter. His previous concerns and worries were swept away, and he felt extremely happy. He even had the time to say arrogantly: "So what if the legitimate son is running around with his head in his arms, he is not worthy of fighting with the son-in-law!"
Before he finished speaking, the expression of the house slave beside him suddenly changed, and he roared and rushed towards him.
"Master, be careful!"
Xiancheng was caught off guard and stumbled to the ground, thus avoiding danger and not being hit by rockets flying from outside the city.
The domestic slave was not lucky enough. His vest was pierced, and the flames from the arrow quickly spread all over his body. He burned into a burning man on the spot, rolling on the ground, wailing in pain.
This scene shocked everyone.
"Get out of the way!"
Before Xian Cheng could get up from the ground, another rocket flew towards him.
The rain of fire on the arrow can never be extinguished, which is incredible. What's even more frightening is that as long as it is contaminated by sparks, it will immediately wrap around the whole body, and beating and rolling will be completely useless, and the only thing left is to exhaust its life in the heat wave.
"Help!"
Rockets flew in continuously, and the city was in chaos.
House slaves and city soldiers turned into flaming figures one after another, rolling and colliding in the limited space, causing even greater fire.
After a while, black smoke rose from behind the parapet and plunged into a sea of fire.
The screams are endless, and people on fire frequently fall from high places, or are trampled by crowds, or are turned out on their own initiative, with similar endings. After falling to the ground, all the bones in his body were broken, and he stopped breathing in pain.
Seeing this scene, all the knights in the city took a deep breath.
They all held the clay pots around their waists tightly, thinking about the contents in the pots and looking at the situation at the top of the city, they couldn't help but feel fear.
"It's so powerful..." Armor Chief murmured.
After a brief period of confusion, he captured the figure of the county doctor. He quickly gathered his thoughts and took off the strong bow hanging on the horse's back. His left arm was like holding a mountain, and his right arm was like holding a baby, and the bowstring was fully drawn in an instant.
"First, let's execute him!"
When the wind broke, the luck that had been achieved came to an end. The whistling arrow hit his face, passed through his eye socket, and exploded into a large blood mist.
"ah!"
Xiancheng covered his left eye and howled in pain.
Two domestic slaves rushed forward regardless of their own safety and escorted him out of the city.
Unexpectedly, the fire spread to the city, and the people in the city fell into panic. They even broke through the obstruction of the city soldiers, opened the city gates on their own initiative, and scrambled to escape from the city.
"Curse!"
"It must be heaven's punishment!"
The fire would not be extinguished when exposed to water, and the tongue of flames would rise several meters, illuminating the horrified faces of everyone.
There was a witch in the city, and he fled the city with everyone.
Seeing the knights outside the city and the carriage guarded by the knights, and then looking at the sea of flames in the city, he suddenly gritted his teeth, rushed forward a few meters and knelt on the ground.
"Greetings to the young master!" Wu pulled off the linen clothes on his body, revealing the tattoos covering his back and chest. At the same time, he raised his voice, "The first person who disrespects the young master will be punished by heaven!"
The witch's voice spread far away, and the flames suddenly shot up on the city wall.
The chaotic citizens were confused at first, and then gradually woke up. Regardless of the wet mud on the ground and the cold rain in the air, they knelt down behind the witch.
"Greetings, sir!"
Everyone's voices merged into one voice, changing from loose to neat.
The theory of ghosts and gods is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the eternal fire spreads panic. Except for a few domestic slaves, the city soldiers had no intention of resisting, even if their number was dozens of times that of the knights.
The knight passed through the crowd, walked backwards into the city, and easily found the seriously injured county doctor.
Xiancheng was sitting against the wall, one eye was damaged, and half of his face was stained red by blood. The domestic slave tried to protect him and was pierced by a short spear on the spot.
"Quite loyal."
Captain Jia rode his horse closer, looked Xiancheng up and down, threw a rope with one hand, lassoed him like a sheep, tied him behind the horse and dragged him out of the city.
"Be bold, I am a member of the clan!"
What a shame!
Unable to break free, Xiancheng cursed on the spot, his anger overwhelming the severe pain of the wound.
The knight ignored him and continued to ride back, dragging him to the front of the carriage and throwing him on the ground.
With a bang, Xiancheng rolled into the mud, looking extremely embarrassed.
The car door opened, two maids sat on the left and right, and a thin young man appeared in front of everyone.
The young man was wearing a black robe, with black hair like a waterfall, and his face became increasingly pale. The cold wind blew by, and he seemed to be unsteady on his feet. He was supported by the maid next to him, and he coughed repeatedly. He was obviously weak and weak.
The crowd fell into silence.
Xiancheng tried his best to open his only remaining eye and looked at Lin Heng in disbelief.
Young Master Heng has been away from the country for nine years. It is said that he will not die soon, but he still lives to this day and returns to the country with the emperor's destiny.
Such a sick seedling would fall over if the wind blew it, but there was a disharmony all over the body, which frightened him.
Meeting Lin Heng's gaze, Xiancheng shuddered involuntarily. Fear climbed up his spine, his limbs seemed to be frozen, and his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
From those dark eyes, he couldn't catch any emotion.
Like an abyss.
Just endless darkness.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Xian." Lin Heng brushed Zi Su's hand away, stepped out of the carriage, and stopped in front of Xian Cheng.
Xiancheng lowered his head and remained silent.
He was inferring Lin Heng's thoughts and trying to find an opportunity to escape.
Unexpectedly, Lin Heng directly broke his delusion.
"The Xian family intends to rebel and the clan will be destroyed. When I return to Suzhou, I will report it to my father in person and give you the fate you deserve." Lin Heng's tone was calm, as if he was talking about the weather rather than the life and death of his clan.
"No, it's the order of the palace. The Xian family did not rebel!" Xiancheng panicked and shouted on the spot.
"Where's the evidence?" Lin Heng tilted his head.
"I have..." Xiancheng was about to hand over the secret letter when he suddenly realized something was wrong. However, the knight grabbed his arms and forcibly took away the silk cloth.
"Sir." Chief A checked the silk cloth and confirmed that there were no problems before presenting it to Lin Heng.
The silk was stained with blood, but Lin Heng didn't care. He spread his hands and read the words on it carefully. Then slowly use force to tear it in half.
The broken silk fell into the mud, and the soles inlaid with colorful treasures stepped on it, gently crushing it until the cloth was completely dirty and the words on it became blurred and could no longer be read.
"No!" Xiancheng's eyes were splitting, and he struggled forward, only to be suppressed even harder. Half of his face was pressed into the mud, and he could hardly breathe.
"Lang Jia, throw him into the river to sacrifice to Uncle Shui." Lin Heng stood on the spot with sleeves and hands, signaling to the commander. He turned his gaze to the prostrate shaman on the ground and said gently, "You will preside over it."
"promise!"
Commander Jia took the order and mentioned it first in person.
Wu Xing stood up and followed closely behind Commander Jia.
Lin Heng turned around and returned to the carriage. Before closing the door, he issued an order that made the people in the city disbelief: "I will leave in two days. During this period, all the charges against the Xian family can be submitted. Those who are true will be rewarded."
The citizens raised their heads in a daze, looking in a daze.
Common people sue the clan?
Isn't it ridiculous?
"Only two days." Lin Heng took in everyone's expressions and set a deadline of two days. Then he summoned two knights and ordered them to rush to the old capital Jinyang to contact his uncle.
"Send a boat across the river and deliver the letter to your uncle. Don't delay on the way."
"promise!"
The knight mounted his horse, found the boatman among the crowd, and headed straight to the river.
The fire in the city gradually weakened until it was completely extinguished.
Commander Jia escorted Xiancheng to the river and forced him to kneel on the ground.
Wu Gao recited divination and threw out tortoise shells.
"Good luck!"
As the tortoise shell fell to the ground, Xiancheng's limbs were tied up, lifted high by two knights, and thrown into the raging river.
The river was rolling, the waves were falling, and it was instantly submerged.
Xiancheng struggled feebly and disappeared into the torrent in the blink of an eye.
"Sacrifice Uncle Shui!"
The witch raised his arms and sang melodiously.
The river surges forward, making waves of thunder.
"Festival!"
The citizens of the city prostrate themselves facing the river, touching their heads to the ground.
Lin Heng sat in the car, looking at the roaring water dragon, and looked away for a moment. There is a small piece of silk wrapped around the index finger, taken from the secret message. There is a private seal on the silk, which symbolizes the Marquis of Jin and is usually given to the first lady. When the first lady passed away, this seal should have been sealed.
"Father, even though my mother has passed away, she will never let anyone else do the same." He rubbed the pattern on the silk, recalling his experiences over the past few years, and slowly lowered his gaze.
Mrs. Li, the eldest son, has a surname of Fox.
And the Marquis of Jin, his father.
Don't be in a hurry, take your time one by one.
