East Palace, Prince's bedroom.
He once again dreamed of the polo field, with white knights galloping around, dust and smoke rising, the polo ball racing with lightning speed, and the cheers of mountains and tsunamis coming from the stands.
In the dream, he was also sitting on a horse, and walking side by side were Jin Jiaoyu and Wang Sima. However, their descriptions in the dream were a bit vague. They were only phantoms, like gray ghosts, riding on the dense fog. Right away.
"Your Highness, you don't need to play in person, you just need to command us from the stands!" Jin Jiaoyu's voice was a little blurry.
"I, the king, should take the field in person!" Li Hong said proudly: "Does the emperor think that my riding skills are not good?"
"That's not true!" Jin Renwen said with a smile: "Your Highness has the hope of the world, how can he be in a dangerous place!"
"It's just a polo match, what kind of dangerous place is it?" Li Hong said with a smile.
"Your Highness, you are wrong, this is the battlefield!" Wang Wenzuo, who had been silent until now, spoke. Li Hong laughed, and when he was about to retort, he found that the riding figures opposite him had changed. Their bodies were exposed with iron armor, and the sticks in their hands turned into steel knives and spears, while the stick in his hand also turned into horned bows and arrows. Arrow, the shouts of the audience also turned into the sound of horns, as if they were on the battlefield.
"Your Highness, please step back a little and watch us kill the enemy on the battlefield!" Jin Renwen picked up the reins and blocked Li Hong behind him.
"Jiaoyu——"
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Someone else said in the dark.
Li Hong groaned and opened his eyes, the moonlight filtered in from the window and sprinkled on the windowsill.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" A shadow stood beside the bed.
"Who are you?" Li Hong's head was still a little dazed. He rubbed his head and the quilt on the bed was in a mess.
"It's a slave!" The candlelight rose, illuminating a beautiful face. She handed over a fox fur shoulder pad: "Your Highness, it's cold, please put it on first."
"Yeah!" Li Hong took the shoulder pad and wrapped it around himself.
"Your Highness!" After Li Hong wrapped up his body, the maid said: "Jin Jiaoyu and Wang Sima are outside the Yanxi Gate. They have something important to say and want to see you in the palace!"
"Jin Jiaoyu and Wang Sima want to see me? Now?" Li Hong looked at the sky outside: "When is it now?"
"It was just after the ugly ceremony (around one o'clock in the morning)!" The palace maid said, "This is against the rules. Why don't we let them go back first and come back tomorrow morning!"
"No, tell them to enter the palace! Jin Jiaoyu and Wang Sima are both people who understand the importance of importance. If you want to see the king at this time, there must be something important that cannot be delayed! Bring the clothes and help me dress!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Hong got dressed and came to the small hall with his bedroom. Wang Wenzuo and Jin Renwen hurriedly gathered their clothes and bowed down: "Please forgive me for disturbing Your Highness late at night!"
"No courtesy!" Li Hong waved his hand: "I'll give you two a seat. What can I do for you?"
Jin Renwen glanced at Wang Wenzuo and said in a deep voice: "Sanlang got the news last night that someone wanted to take advantage of the Qianqiu Festival to cause trouble, so Sanlang wanted to ask His Highness the Crown Prince to mobilize the soldiers of the East Palace to capture the thieves overnight!"
"Is the matter so urgent?" Li Hong asked, "Why didn't you ask Jing Zhaoyin to mobilize troops to arrest him earlier?"
"Your Highness!" Wang Wenzuo said solemnly: "I am doing this for the sake of your Majesty's virtue!"
"Oh? What does this have to do with Aye and Aniang?" Li Hong asked curiously.
"Your Highness, the leader claims to be the grandson of Chu Pushe, and the thieves plan to take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Ah?" Li Hong's face changed drastically. Although he was not very old, he also knew about Chu Suiliang: "I see. If that's the case, we should really hide it for him. Is this what San Lang wants?"
"No, Your Highness, please forgive me for speaking frankly. There are many villains in the court today. If Jing Zhaoyin is to handle the case tomorrow, and those villains get involved, a big prison will inevitably arise, and the implication is very wide. Only I’m afraid that in ten thousand years I will damage the virtues of your majesties!”
"Not bad!" Li Hong thought of his two half-sisters who were imprisoned and tortured in Yeting Palace, and nodded: "Sanlang is very considerate, and that's right! Come, tell me who is on duty tonight Here comes the captain!"
"Xuanjie Colonel Murong Mu pays homage to His Majesty the East Palace!"
"Captain Murong, how many servants are on duty tonight?" Li Hong asked.
"Reporting to your highness, there are two hundred people!"
"Then take half of the people and let them be led by you, Colonel Murong. Everything will be at Wang Sima's command!" Li Hong pointed at Wang Wenzuo who was standing beside him.
Murong Miao raised his head and glanced at Wang Wenzuo, then quickly lowered his head: "Here!"
"Your Highness, only fifty people are enough!" Jin Renwen whispered.
"Fifty people?" Li Hong was stunned.
"The law says: No more than fifty troops can be mobilized without the rune of the Ministry of War!" Jin Renwen lowered his voice.
"Thank you Jin Jiaoyu for reminding me!" Li Hong nodded gratefully and said to Murong Miao who was kneeling on the ground: "Then fifty people will be at Wang Sima's disposal!"
"I will obey your order!" Murong Miao responded and exited the room.
"Wang Sanlang, go ahead. The smaller the noise about this matter, the better. It's best to get it done before dawn to avoid further complications!" Li Hong warned.
"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness, I understand!"
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The group of people left Yanxi Gate and headed south. The sound of horse hooves along the way spread far in the quiet night, causing dogs to bark in the streets on both sides of the road. Wang Wenzuo could even feel the walls on both sides. Countless looks of horror were cast after him.
"Wang Sima, I guess a lot of people won't be able to sleep all night tonight!" Murong Miao said with a smile, his face full of gloating.
Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly. Of course he knew what this guy said was right, but it was a little inappropriate. According to the city system of the Tang Dynasty, everyone must return to the city after dark. Except for a few patrolling on the streets outside the city, Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly. All those who violated the ban were treated as thieves. Even if there were a few nobles who were not afraid of Jing Zhaoyin and dared to go out for a night out, they would never gallop past with dozens of tall horses like this. There is only one possibility like this, and that is the imperial guards in the palace. At this time, the imperial guards in the palace are galloping on the street, either to capture under the imperial edict, or simply to die. After hearing this, the dignitaries behind the walls naturally couldn't sleep. Sleep.
"Is this right here?" Wang Wenzuo pointed to the square gate in front of him and asked Wu Xiaoyi.
"Yes, Liu Weili's house is in this square!" Wu Xiaoyi said.
"Very good! Colonel Murong!" Wang Wenzuo said coldly: "I'll leave the rest to you!"
"Here!" Murong Miao responded and waved his hand. The two cavalrymen jumped off their horses, rushed to the door of the square and knocked hard. After a while, there was a burst of noise from behind the door, and someone shouted: "You're here in the middle of the night. I just came back now, I must report to Mr. Fangzheng tomorrow morning and deal with you bunch of wandering ghosts!"
A small window opened on the door, revealing a sleepy face.
