Boom!
Huge thunder rolled, and lightning shattered the darkness, shining into the deep palace, shining in a pair of cold eyes.
Ma Enhui walked towards Zhu Yunwen and said softly: "It's late at night, it's time for the emperor to go to bed."
Zhu Yunwen turned his head and looked at Ma Enhui, then looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and said seriously: "This storm is bigger and more violent than I imagined."
Ma Enhui held Zhu Yunwen's warm palm and smiled gently: "No matter how strong the storm is, it will eventually clear up."
Zhu Yunwen's serious face was broken by a smile: "If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow? Stronger wind and rain may not be a bad thing."
Click.
The lightning split open the darkness again, fighting the darkness ferociously.
Deep in the bamboo forest.
An old man stretched out his hand, dropped the oil-paper umbrella in his hand on the ground, let the rain hit him, opened his arms, and embraced the wind and rain.
"Heaven, is lightning your gaze? Then see clearly, I will use my own way to end Zhu Yuanzhang's will and end Zhu Yunwen's life! The Ming Dynasty will face the biggest crisis since the founding of the country!"
"No one can stop this era of violence!"
"Make the storm even more violent!"
"When the chess piece falls, the sky and the earth change. Murderous intentions start a war in all directions! The clouds are turned upside down, and the sky changes. I am Ziya..."
In a mansion, the window was pushed open.
There was a figure hidden in the darkness. Listening to the sound of wind and rain, the corner of his mouth moved slightly: "This is not rain, this is a celestial phenomenon. Zhu Yunwen, how much longer can you sit there."
Lightning passed through the doors and windows, illuminating the deserted Fengtian Hall. There was no one on the supreme throne.
Gu Gu.
In distant Xuzhou, it also rained heavily, with thunder and lightning.
A pigeon tried to fly against the wind and rain, but the wind was strong, the rain was heavy, and the thunder was terrifying, so it flew down and fell in front of the window when it saw a bamboo courtyard.
"Mom, there are pigeons."
Eight-year-old Zhu Zipei looked towards the window, still holding a brush in his hand.
Mo'er mended her clothes, glanced at the pigeon, and said softly: "Being a human being must be compassionate and know how to sympathize with all things. You see that the pigeon is tired, what should you do?"
Zhu Zipei smiled and put down his brush: "Then give it some grain."
Mo'er praised: "That's right."
Zhu Zipei got the grain, walked gently to the window, and stretched out his hand. The pigeons were obviously not wild and were not afraid of people. When they saw something to eat, they jumped over and pecked at it.
"Mom, look at it, it looks like a homing pigeon."
Zhu Zipei looked at the bamboo tubes on the pigeon's legs.
Mo'er put the clothes aside and walked to the desk to take a look: "It's really a homing pigeon."
"Could he be a messenger from the imperial court?"
Zhu Zipei raised his head and asked.
Mo'er stared.
A messenger from the imperial court?
No, the imperial court's concrete roads have been built to connect major towns, so it's not slow to start a horse. Moreover, the imperial court will not use pigeons to deliver some key information.
Raising her hand, Mo'er grabbed the pigeon and looked at Zhu Zipei: "Child, take it off and see what's inside."
Zhu Zipei hesitated: "Mother, is this inappropriate?"
Mo'er said seriously: "There's nothing inappropriate. It landed in our house, maybe it's a message to us. If not, just put it back and send it away."
Zhu Zipei thought about it for a while. Although he felt it was inappropriate, he was curious about what was written in it.
Something happened, so he nervously took off the bamboo tube, took out the note inside, looked at it, frowned and said, "Mother, look."
Mo'er looked and saw the note saying:
Northwestern star position, no worries about success.
Mo'er stared at the words on the note, always feeling a little dazed, and the memories that had been sealed for many years were split open by a bolt of lightning.
Mother Buddha: "Mo'er, Guangxiu, you must remember that the white lotus will bloom in this territory."
Guang Xiu: "Buddha
Why is mother so determined? "
Mother Buddha: "Because there is a mysterious person who controls the chess game. His strategies have the power to change the world."
Mo'er: "Who is he?"
Buddha’s Mother: “I don’t know his true identity, but I only know that he is carrying a chessboard and is a player of chess. The game of Go is divided into nine levels, the first level is trance, the second level is seated, the third level is concrete, the fourth level is secluded, the fifth level is wisdom, and the sixth level Xiaoqiao, seventh-level fighting strength, eighth-level Ruoyu, and ninth-level Shouchuo. It is rumored that this person has entered the concrete state and will be able to take a photo soon."
Guangxiu: "Can such a chess player really overthrow the Ming Dynasty?"
Mother Buddha: "It depends on the will of the past and the present. There is no need to worry if the chess falls, and the sky will change when the chess falls. Who can tell clearly? Our mission is to stir up the wind Walk..."
Mo'er's face became extremely solemn, and she took a step back: "Worry-free chess?! This, is this the chess player sending a message?!"
Zhu Zipei quickly asked: "Mother, do you know this chess player?"
Mo'er looked down at the pigeon in her hand, let go, and the pigeon flew out.
"Mom, pigeon..."
Zhu Zipei exclaimed.
Mo'er sat down, calmed down her fluctuating thoughts, and said to Zhu Zipei: "Put the note into the bamboo tube, string it up with a rope, and hang it around my mother's neck. She will take it to a far away place." .”
Zhu Zipei knew that it was inconvenient for his mother to do things with one hand, so he did it obediently, hung it on his mother's neck, and then asked, "Where are you going, mother?"
After Mo'er ensured that it was firm, she raised her hand and stroked Zhu Zipei's head, and said softly: "Mother did bad things in the past and owed many people, but because of one person, mother has you and us today. This Once, my mother is going to repay a favor. You stay at home and don't move around. Your father will come back at dawn and tell him that there is an emergency. I will go see that person and your father will understand."
"Mom, it's raining heavily outside, can't you wait until dawn before going?"
Zhu Zipei was a little nervous.
Mo'er looked out the window, smiled bitterly, and shook her head: "I'm worried, it's too late to go now. Go and take out the raincoat."
Zhu Zipei went to get the coir raincoat. When he came back, he saw his mother pushing open the bed, revealing a secret compartment underneath. When he opened the secret compartment, there was a long wooden box lying inside.
Mo'er opened the wooden box, took out the sword inside, and pressed the pressure spring. The sword glowed and a scent of oil oozed out.
"Mom, what is this?"
Zhu Zipei was a little surprised.
Mo'er hung the sword on her waist, stood up and said, "Child, you have to remember that you are waiting for your father at home and you are not allowed to go anywhere. As for my mother, she will come back to you."
"mother……"
Zhu Zipei watched his mother put on her raincoat and walk into the heavy rain.
In the darkness, a figure walked vigorously down the mountain, lightning opened the way, and people looked back at the corner.
It was dawn the next day.
In the post station outside Xuzhou City, the postmaster sat paralyzed on the ground. My dear mother, we lost two horses in the heavy rain last night. Isn't this going to kill me?
No, horses can't open the gate.
Who opened the door!
There's a thief!
Report to the official, report to the official!
On the concrete road, horses galloped all the way south.
Western Xinjiang, Urumqi.
Qu Neng stood on the Tianshan Martyrs Monument Square, silently remembering the fallen soldiers.
Zheng Dacheng hurriedly came to Qu Neng's side and said hurriedly: "Commander Qudu, according to the information from the Security Bureau's secret agents, the Oara tribe is gathering strength and there seems to be something strange. But it is not clear yet that this strange movement is aimed at the Ming Dynasty. Or for the Tatars."
Qu Neng glanced at Zheng Dacheng, then looked at the statue of Song Sheng, and said in a deep voice: "Although there is a peace treaty between Ming and Wala, Wala will not take action against Ming easily. But this is the territory of Ming after all, and it is the territory of countless This is a territory that people fought with their lives, and our mission in guarding this place is to ensure that not an inch of territory is lost!"
Zheng Dacheng nodded solemnly: "What do you mean, Commander-in-Chief, to raise your defenses?"
Qu Neng's eyes were steady: "I guess Wala is targeting
After the Tatars left, Mahamu probably didn't have the courage to take action against Ming. It's better to be prepared than to be unprepared. Let's just treat it as a training exercise. After all, the troops in Western Xinjiang were scattered, and Yuan Yue brought a group of sergeants to leave, so he had to be on guard. "
"Tell the generals of the Dusi Department to send orders to the garrison stations in Hami, Yiwu, Turpan, Jiayuguan, Dunhuang, Yumen and other places. From then on, the order will be transferred to wartime alert. Before the movement of Wala is confirmed, no negligence can be made. The order threatens The sergeants who captured the city should carefully inquire about the news, strengthen the city defense, and strictly prohibit the Walas from entering the city."
Zheng Dacheng happily accepted the order and reported to the capital.
The sergeants of the Western Xinjiang Security Bureau became active and looked towards the Oara border.
After hearing the news, the chief envoy Rujun sighed worriedly: "The Silk Road has just begun to pick up, and it is not suitable for a war at this time. Mahamu, Tupolo, Taiping, you are smart people, you should know how to draw your sword out of its sheath and fight against the Ming Dynasty." The consequences, right? Just stay on your grassland and don’t have any other ideas.”
Along the Yalu River.
Zhang Fu looked at the secret report sent by the security bureau, frowned and said, "Duoyan Guard and Fuyu Guard have made strange movements. They seem to be gathering troops. What do they want to do?"
Sheng Yong sneered: "It seems that these people are still dishonest after all. I have written to the court a long time ago, suggesting that they be eliminated as soon as possible. Now that they are left here today, they may have become a disaster."
Mao Zheng asked for an order: "Give me 10,000 cavalry, and I am willing to attack Duoyan Guard and Fuyu Guard!"
Zhang Fu put down the secret report and chuckled: "You really know how to pick your time. Now Seoul, North Korea is surrounded by water. We have mobilized the main force of Liaodong and Northeast Guard Stations to assemble. Unexpectedly, there are people behind us who want to cause chaos. At this time It's not time to take action against them yet, these people have surrendered to the imperial court after all, and there is no evidence to rush into action, which is harmful to people's hearts."
Yang Wen held the waist knife in his hand: "But if we let them take the initiative, we will be passive. They are all elite cavalry. Once chaos breaks out, the entire Northeast will be uneasy. General Zhang, it is time to adjust the combat strategy and retain troops. Partially defend Duoyan Guard and Fuyu Guard, and divide the troops into North Korea."
Zhang Fu looked at Sheng Yong: "Who is guarding Daning City?"
Sheng Yong replied: "What a blessing, what an old general."
Zhang Fu nodded slightly and said firmly: "There is no need to change the plan, there is no need to change the plan, there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to lose."
Yang Wen said anxiously: "Daning will be fine, but the people outside the city and the people who just broke into Guandong are in trouble. General, these people are all invited by the imperial court. We cannot let them suffer in the Northeast." ah!"
