The first part draws a sword and clears the clouds. The first section: the snow cracked the dragon and caught it nine times.
Whistling for a day, the north wind finally became much smaller, but the heavy snow fell silently. Against the backdrop of the swirl of snowflakes, the night in Guo Dajin Palace is more silent and profound.
Since the expansion of Emperor Xizong three years ago, this palace in Beijing has thousands of courtyards, which are resplendent and magnificent, quite like the capital of song dynasty in Tokyo. At midnight, from a distance, many palaces, such as Gan Yuan Palace, Qingyuan Palace, Mingde Palace and Wude Hall, are dark and towering like beautiful peaks. Frozen ponds, thin rockeries and jagged eaves are all covered with thick snow, and all of them shine with faint green light under the dark red palace lantern.
Just then, several men wearing mink hats, fur coats and thick cloaks went straight to the palace in the heavy snow.
"Stop, what do you do?" The guards in front of the palace waited anxiously when they saw people rushing to He Wen. "Don't you recognize me?" One of the people across the street should be smiling. The guards stirred up the red lantern, only to see that the bearer was Tang Guobian, the son-in-law of the dynasty. The guardian of the palace gate saw that the near servant of Zongzong had grown up and revitalized the country. That's the boss of the palace guards, and a dozen guards straightened up for a few minutes.
Daxing Guo held the key to the bedroom in his hand and said with a dry smile, "It's almost the birthday of His Royal Highness the King of Jin, and we officers will wait on you." Several guards also hurried to smile and laughed with their boss, but they didn't find that the laughter of Daxingguo was stiff and trembling at the moment.
When Tang Guobian and Da Xingguo stepped into the palace, a cold wind rolled the cold snow on their faces, which hurt a little. Tang Guobian and others are wearing thick mink coats with their necks narrowed, but they still feel a chill in their hearts.
One of the few people smiled proudly. This man is tall, wearing a golden fox fur, and opens his chest to the left according to the custom of jurchen, revealing the snow-colored kapok robe inside. During the Song and Jin Dynasties, kapok produced very little and was regarded as a precious cloth far more expensive than silk. The color of this cotton gown is white that Jurchen likes best. Dust comes out on a snowy night, which is quite free and easy. Coupled with his smug eyes and faint sneer at the corners of his mouth, this person is even more outstanding.
Xu Tangguo stared at the man for a few times and couldn't help saying, "Wan Yanliang is really a lean man. This time we came to assassinate the emperor, which is a big violation of the Tao. If we fail, our reputation will be ruined and the Jiuzu will perish. It was so beautiful that I held my breath. "
It turns out that the present WanYanKu of Xizong in Dajin Kingdom was originally a temple name revered after the death of WanYanKu, and it was only for the convenience of readers. Later, it was sometimes called "Emperor Gaozong" by Emperor Zhao of Song Dynasty, similar to this. ) This is also an ambitious emperor. Since Guo Dajin ascended the throne, he paid attention to talent and propriety, and fought in the south and north, which made Xixia and North Korea successively known as vassals. In the first year of Tongtong, Song Bing was strong in Ma Zhuang, and set up a "salt-and-peace negotiation", paying a tribute of 252,000 yuan every year. However, Xizong insisted on drinking all day a few years ago. Excessive binge drinking finally made the wise and capable Xizong unpredictable and changed his temperament. A few years ago, he began to kill ministers for nothing. Most of them killed him on a whim, regardless of personal relationship or guilt. Over the past few years, North Korean officials, large and small, have consciously been in a state of precariousness, leaving their relatives like execution ground before entering the DPRK.
Xizong's behavior naturally made everyone in the ruling and opposition feel insecure, and even made some important officials feel strange. The leader is Yan Hongliang, who always has a sneer on his face.
Wan Yanliang's father Wan Yanzong Gan was Xizong's uncle and adoptive father, and was also an important official of Guo Xu's three dynasties. Wan Yanliang/Kloc-joined the army at the age of 0/8. He has been looking at Han Yun with great ambition. Because he is Xizong's cousin, his career is smooth sailing. Two years ago, he was promoted to the high position of Shangshu Zuo Cheng, and a year later, he was promoted to Pingzhang politics and also served as a marshal. Yan Hongliang came to power, and he became more and more arrogant. In private poetry singing, there are many magnificent sentences such as "Wait for the first time, shake the thunder and shake the mountains and rivers" and "Once famous all over the world, learn from the king Huang".
In the past two years, the monks were addicted to alcohol and violent, and ministers hated it. Yan Hongliang thought the time was ripe, so he stepped up the cultivation of partisans. Growing up and rejuvenating the country, Tang Guobian, Prime Minister Zuo, Bingde and Jinshi were all close ministers of the Sect, but they all held a grudge against the Sect because they were scolded by the violent Sect for no reason. All these people were recruited by Yan Hongliang. In addition to rejuvenating the country, Ali Chuhu, the personal attendant of Xi Zong, and his servants scattered around the country were also invited to him by Yan Yanliang with generous gifts and heavy benefits.
Yan Hongliang's close friendship with etiquette now aroused Xi Zongsheng's suspicion. A few days ago, he was questioned and condemned by Xi Zongsheng. Yan Hongliang knew that anyone who did great things would succeed soon, so he decided to take a risk.
Just last month, drunken and furious Xizong actually personally killed his queen Pei Man, and then killed his concubines Wu Jialun, Jia Gu and Zhang. Seeing Zong's madness, he thought the time had come. He figured it out that this night should be the time for Ali to leave Humen, so he dispersed his servants to guard Zong's bedroom. After careful planning, he took Hong Yan Bingde and Xiao Yuqing, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, and through the argument with Xu Tang and Daxing, he opened the door of the palace and went straight to the palace.
This night, it is the middle of the night of the ninth day of December in Jin Jiu.
The road from the palace gate to Xizong's bedroom and nocturnal hall seems to be particularly long, and several people walk silently with a sword at their waist. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the air is filled with dense snowflakes, which makes people blind. The night wind is much smaller, the night in the palace is quieter, and the squeaking sound of the ball boots stepping on the snow is particularly harsh.
Hong Yan Binder, the left prime minister, suddenly stepped on a pile of soft snow, and his feet became soft and almost fell down. Xu Tangguo grabbed him and asked in a heavy voice, "What's the matter, your legs are weak?" Yan Hong Bing de raised his head full of oil and sweat, grinned and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't make any noise. The waiter grew up and rejuvenating the country, gasped and muttered, "Don't say Hongyan Yexiang, even my legs are a little weak. If this thing goes wrong. "
Before the words were finished, a man suddenly reached out his hand, blocked his mouth and whispered, "It's no use crying over spilt milk. How can you turn back?" It's my husband, Han, so he does it. "Big Xingguo mouth was hurt by the man's hand, was about to attack. In the dark, he saw the man's sparkling eyes, which was Xiao Yu, assistant minister of the Ministry of War. Knowing that this person is Yan Hongliang's confidant, Da Xingguo has always been timid. As soon as his heart cooled, he only smiled twice.
"Go!" The speaker is Yan Hongliang. He didn't see anything strange on his face, but he was also nervous: these people hid sharp weapons and entered the palace at night. Although Ali, the chief bodyguard of the palace on duty, bought it for himself, it would be a narrow escape if a bodyguard who didn't listen to him shouted loudly. Or the tiger Ali broke his word and took the credit for telling Zong in advance. At this time, a tight encirclement has been set inside and outside Zong's bedroom.
Thinking of this, an anger suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart: "They are all descendants of Mao. Why should he be emperor?" Hum, when my dad framed him, it was not a temporary right. As far as qualifications are concerned, I am the eldest son and grandson of Yan Hongliang. Who is he? Hong Yan's grandson! Besides, he was raised by his father. Without my father Hong Yan Zonggan, where is his throne? Moreover, it is really a necessity for me to do this great thing today. "
He couldn't help taking a deep breath. When the wet snowflake was poured into his mouth, it became cold, and the coolness went straight from his throat to his heart and lungs. Yan Yanliang shuddered and suddenly felt a rare piety: "The ancestors were alive, and Yan Yanqi acted crazily, regardless of good and evil. If he doesn't punish this, the great cause of his ancestors will be ruined in an instant. Please Taizong Taizong in the spirit of heaven, bless my success! " So secretly chanting, but some confidence in my heart, it seems that the souls of Daikin Hong Yan's ancestors are looking down at him and smiling.
Yan Hongliang looked back and saw that the eyes of the two people who followed him were as sharp and aggressive as ever, and his heart gradually solidified.
One of the two men is a tall and thin man like a bamboo pole, and the other is a strong and burly man. At first glance, they are all plain-looking, but in fact, they are all top martial arts experts who have won over Yan Yanliang. A stout, black jurchen named Puchanu, also known as "Fireknife", is one of the five disciples of "Knife Overlord" in "Eight Repairs of Fengyun" and a master in Wulin. It is said that he has got the teacher's biography. This tall and thin man is a Taoist priest. He is carefree and has learned the most bizarre' wizard' sect in the Eight Practices of Fengyun.
Knife master and wizard are both outstanding figures in the Wulin today, so Worry-Free Son and Puranu naturally give way to each other. The assassination in the deep palace was a narrow escape, and both of them were secretly more energetic. Worry-free son developed his ingenious lightness skill, but left no footprints in the snow. Pupunu, that fiery knife, every step it takes, shakes the snow on the ground. It is strange that he made such a big gesture when he landed, but he didn't make a sound.
Daxing, a member of the group, is a servant of the Xi family, and his martial arts are naturally good. When he happened to see the footsteps of the two of them, he couldn't help but sigh from the heart: "Thin bamboo poles have brought the kungfu of stepping on snow to such a state, which is really good! This short, chubby hillbilly can combine the two forces of rigidity and softness, but he is better. Isn't this the' bow without strings' in the legend of Wulin? It is deliberate that Wan Yanliang can win over such a master. "
I finally saw Xizong's bedroom and night clothes hall in front of me.
In the two long corridors in front of the temple, watermelon lamps covered with gauze were carried, and the faint small lamps meandered away, like the same sick and silent dragon. There was a red palace lantern burning in front of the temple. Under the red light, silent snowflakes were woven into a pale and chaotic net in the air like dense broken cotton wool. The dark red light only shines in front of the temple, and it is not clear at a distance. The trees and rocks on both sides of the bedroom are hidden in a cold and dark shadow.
There are two figures dangling in front of the temple. It's Ali, the valet on duty tonight. He got out of the tiger and dispersed his servants. Look at that hat covered with thick snow. I think they have been waiting anxiously outside the temple for a long time. Yan Hongliang heart slightly wide, a wink, Zhang Guotao, rejuvenating the country and others followed into the Dan chung.
The octagonal palace lantern on the top shines with cinnabar light, which makes several people's eyebrows and eyes grow dark red. Ali gently held out his hand and slowly pushed open the door of the night clothes hall. With a creak, the sound is not big, but several people feel particularly harsh. The door of the temple was only opened a crack, dark and silent, like a deep abyss. A few people crowded in front of the temple and suddenly felt a heart pounding badly. It seems that the gap is an evil spirit with a split mouth, trying to suck them in.
Just then, I suddenly heard a crunchy sound on the eaves, which startled several people. When Yan Hongliang looked up in a hurry, he realized that there was a sudden gust of wind in the quiet night, blowing up the iron horse and two bells on the eaves. Several people suddenly disturbed the bell and broke out in a cold sweat on their foreheads and necks.
When it was unusually quiet, I suddenly heard a voice in the temple: "Who?" This is the voice of Zong.
Suddenly, I heard the turbid and slightly drunk anger shining on the master who had accumulated power for many years. Everyone's heart is like thunder, and a cold chill suddenly came up on his back, and his body froze and did not dare to move. Slightly sinking, Xiao Yuxian, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, sighed in vain, gritted his teeth and burst into a hoarse roar: "It's no use rushing in, okay?"
The only prince of Emperor Xizong of Jin Dynasty, His Royal Highness the King of Jin, was crowned Hong Yan. At this time, he can't remember how much wine he drank that night. He drank hard liquor for the first time in his life. He drank it with his god-fearing father. He couldn't tell how excited and happy he was. In his memory, his father's face is often cold. Although his father always looks at him with some expectation and relief, he seldom talks to himself. I dragged myself into the bedroom for the first time and talked like this all night.
In two days, it is Yan Guan's twelfth birthday, and Xizong loves his only prince very much. In his eyes, the child is smart and alert despite his bad temper. According to the rules of Dajin Kingdom, children after the age of twelve should have their birth year. Xizong thought that on the birthday gift the day after tomorrow, he was officially canonized as the Prince of Jin.
That night, Xizong suddenly came to his heart and handed the crown of Hongyan, the king of Jin who never drank spirits, to the bedroom to accompany him to drink. In the spacious hall, there is also a short, sparkling middle-aged man. Disciple Samma, nicknamed "Dwarf Shura", is not surprising in appearance, but his swordsmanship is extremely high. He is an excellent master transferred from Longxianlou six months ago. On the one hand, he protected the safety of the king of Jin, on the other hand, he was good at teaching emperors and nobles how to ride horses and fencing on several roads in his spare time. On the twelfth birthday of the Prince of Jin in the future, Xizong will hold a big banquet in Mingde Hall, so it is difficult to show his hands to entertain him.
Guan Xingfen turned all the joy into ruddy and stuck it on his face. Drink it. According to my father, don't men just get drunk several times? After two or three glasses of wine, he felt that the magnificent bedroom was turning, and he didn't know the taste of the wine if he drank any more.
The giant candle in the hall is covered with crimson gauze, and the light and shadow are dreamlike deep purple. The light scattered softly, scattered on the huge curtains and cigarettes. Everything in the bedroom turned hazy purple in Guan's eyes, even his father's laughter was purple ... Finally, his head sank and he fainted in an intoxicating purple. Suddenly, a lonely sigh rang in my ear.
In a daze, I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard a sharp roar from my father in the bedroom hall: "Who?" Guan's mind was shocked by this. I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids are extremely heavy.
I heard a bang, the bedroom door was suddenly knocked open, and a cold north wind rolled in snowflakes. Yan Guan struggled to open her eyes, but she saw a group of people pouring in outside the door. He couldn't see their faces clearly, but he vaguely felt that their heads and skirts were covered with a layer of red.
I was about to take a closer look, but I was hit by a knife light. Guan is vaguely waiting to dodge, but his body is lazy, but he can't lift a muscle. Seeing that the knife was about to cut to the head, Guan suddenly felt a force behind him, dragging his body away for half a foot. Rao, the knife light of lightning still drew a half-foot long blood mark under his neck.
A string of blood beads flew to the brocade robe, and the stabbing pain in the neck went straight into the bottom of my heart with the biting chill, and most of the closed wine woke up. He let out a cry and rolled on the ground. He looked up and saw two figures, one strong and one thin, each dancing with a sword, rushing towards him. However, a short and chubby figure stood in front of him waving his hands like the wind. Isn't it Master's "short shura"? Who is Shan Ma? With tears of pain in her eyes, Guan felt as if she had fallen into a fearful and dark nightmare.
Census grinned angrily: "I didn't expect there were hard claws here." Master Pingzhang, you go and do great things. We will take good care of this boy! "As I said, the steel knife in my hand is getting faster and faster, and the light of the knife is like a snake." Do you really want to rebel? "ACTS single hemp unarmed, immediately drove him to the controls, even the voice trembled with eagerness.
It turns out that when Zong and Guan were drinking, Tushanma always accompanied him. Today, Zong was in a surprisingly good mood and gave him several bottles of royal wine. A few mouthfuls of white wine poured in, and his head was a little high. After a few drinks, Yan Guan passed out on the console table. Xizong didn't care when he saw that his son was as drunk as a fiddler. He simply drank a few greetings and went into the back room to rest.
The fainting disciple Shan Ma was waiting to help King Jin out of the palace, but he just saw these people go straight into the bedroom angrily. If the dwarf shura hadn't arrived in time, Pu Chanu would have killed Wang Hongguan with that knife.
Suddenly, I heard a funny laugh, and the Sangnan sword in my hand spat and swallowed it. Immediately, he let out a miserable cry and his chest was dripping with blood, but it was this mysterious sword that drew a blood mark on his left chest. "There is an assassin!" ACTS single hemp suddenly shaking whistle.
Yan Guan's eardrum was jarring with howling, and he finally knew that it was not a dream. He didn't consider the tearing pain coming from under his neck. He tossed his head and looked into the inner room. Black shadows poured into his father's bedroom.
In the temple, my father suddenly shouted angrily, "Yan Yanliang, what are you going to do with these dog thieves?" The roar just started, like a thunderbolt in the still night, shaking the bedroom for a while. Worry-free son and census angry action slowed down.
Slightly sinking, a cold voice suddenly broke out in the bedroom: "Don't start work yet!" " This gnashing of teeth stabbed Guan's heart like a steel needle, and he will never forget this cold drink. Suddenly gasps, hoarseness, the sound of swords and guns and his father's screams were generated together, while Heguan struggled to stand up and rush in crying, but his legs were soft, but he had no strength.
"Stop it-"ACTS single mother heard the cries of cases. In a state of shock and anger, he only felt that the wine he had just drunk splashed out from every pore with a cold sweat. He had to struggle to rush into the inner room, but he was stumped by the stormy move of the census. How can he escape?
Crashed with a clash, the crystal bead curtain in the back burst open, and Zong ran out covered in blood, but fell to the ground. Several Xu Jinguo etiquette who killed the red eye also rushed out.
Yan Hongliang's fox fur coat has been cracked for him, and his kapok white robe is covered with blood, but his knife is the fastest and most malicious. Seeing that Zong threw himself on the ground, he stepped on it, holding a knife in his hands and firmly plunged in from behind. A loose blood whoosh fly up, splashed Yan Hongliang a face of hot. Xizong began to make noise, and there was no sound. When I closed my throat, I grunted, but I felt full of blood gushing up at once. I was black at the moment and almost fainted.
The sad hiss of the city made everyone's heart tremble. Yan Hongliang was also frightened by the oncoming blood, which was the blood of the son of heaven. The arrogant emperor finally stabbed himself to death on this bitterly cold snowy night!
Ecstasy, pride, surprise, anxiety, all kinds of feelings flooded into Yan Hongliang's smug heart. He held up a horrible face full of blood in Zhang Ning, and suddenly he was there.
"The emperor-"or acts single hemp tore heart crack lung of a roar from the bottom of my heart, while they stay leng, jump disease, took the landing of the king's crown, a kick flew the bedroom window, flying.
Just then, I heard footsteps and the bedroom door was knocked down by several guards. It was Ali's guard who heard the wrong voice and got up the courage to rush in. Seeing Emperor Xizong who fell to the ground and was bleeding, several guards were pale and their legs were soft, so they knelt on the ground first.
"What's the panic?" Da Xingguo gnashed his teeth and took out the prestige of being a near minister in the past. "The warriors in the Dragon Room are so bold. Why don't you chase them and catch them for me!" A few guards were so scared that they just kowtowed and stumbled out, but they ran into more guards at the door. The two groups were in a mess, and the dormitory hall was in a mess at once.
Xu Tangguo was a little dumbfounded when he saw the bloody face that the emperor scolded himself a few months ago. He just stared at the ferocious face that was still alive and giggled. The laughter is low, which is really scary.
The first person to wake up was Prime Minister Zuo Yan Hong Bing de. He coughed gently and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the country can't be without a king for a day! Now that the bad king has been abolished, the descendants of Taizong still exist. Who should be the emperor? " (Press: The founding emperor of the State of Jin was Jin Taizu Akuta. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, several generations of clan chiefs were brothers and sisters, and the heirs were not Taizu's son, but Taizu's younger brother. Wu begged Jin Taizong to buy it. Because brothers, sisters and the system ensure that their successors have rich political experience, they have certain advantages, which is one of the main reasons for the rise of the Wan Yan family and even the Jurchen nationality. In his later years, at the request of the powerful ministers such as Zonggan, the son of Emperor Taizong, he was still located in the front line of Emperor Taizong, and made Xu, the grandson of Emperor Taizong, the crown prince. )
When Hong Yan Binder said this, his eyes flashed and he muttered, "Yes, there is no leader at this time. My father is Hong Yan Han Zong, who laid down half the imperial clan for Guo Dajin. I also have a share in this dragon chair! " Yan Hong shook his head brightly, and two angry beasts sparkled in his eyes: "What did you say?" His eyes seemed to tear Hong Yan Binder to pieces, but his tone was as calm as ever. Yan hong's heart was empty and she dared not answer.
Xiao Yu, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, suddenly took a step forward and shouted, "Before doing something big, I decided to make Pingzhang emperor. How to repent at this time? " As he spoke, he pulled up a sandalwood carved dragon chair in front of the console table and pushed it straight to Yan Hongliang. He shouted, "Please put the world's major events first, conform to the destiny, and treasure it immediately!"
Yan Hongliang stared at the exquisite carving patterns on the dragon chair, and his heart ached. He knew that at this time, he should have struggled to export, but he caught a glimpse of the burning eyes of Henry Tang and Hong Yan Bingde, and his lips trembled, but he didn't know what to say. When the servant is scattered, he can't bear the soil. He walked over and pulled him over, sat down abruptly in the chair and shouted, "Please ask Mr. Pingzhang to be emperor as soon as possible, and we will enjoy the happiness as soon as possible!" He is a bodyguard, outspoken, but telling the truth. Xiao Yu saw Bing De's eyes flashing, but she still didn't mean to give in. He suddenly cut off a corner of the console table with a sword and said angrily, "People who repent in the face of things are like this!" " His expression, Yan Yanliang's anger and worry-free eyes behind him are also full of anger.
Prime Minister Zuo Yan Hong Bing de is also a versatile advocate. When he caught a glimpse of the murderous look in Xiao Yu's eyes, he quickly took the lead and knelt down. When Zhang Guotao and Ali came out of the tiger and saw him kneeling, they both regretted that this man had won the first prize and scrambled to climb to the foot of Yan Hongliang. Seeing the unruly Prime Minister and Xu Shuangshuang kneeling down, the tense heart was slightly stretched. At this time, all the people in Daxing country and Xiao Yu climbed in the blood-stained temple, making three obeisances and nine knocks. Suddenly, the bloody Xizong bedroom rang with the voice of "Long live".
Yan's hands clung to the armrest of the wooden chair to prevent himself from shaking with excitement, but his red eyes could not help but blur. He sobbed, shed those two lines of tears of joy, and cried and said, "If the Lord is drunk and shakes the whole country, how can our generation have what it is today?" Ai Qing, kneeling on the ground, quickly praised the emperor for his ancestral righteousness, which was really a benevolent move.
In the crying, Yan Hongliang waved his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes, but he wiped the blood on his hands and face on his eyes and blurred it. He suddenly remembered something, opened his bloodshot eyes and shouted, "Zhang Guotao!" He pointed his bloody finger at Xizong's body on the ground and issued the first imperial edict. "Let's draw up a will in his name and call Marshal Du Yanzong Xian into the palace quickly, saying it is a great event to discuss the establishment of the queen!"
Hong Yanzong Xian is Yan Hongliang's sworn enemy in Korea. He has always been loyal to the Sect, and he is tit for tat everywhere. At this time, everyone listened to Yan Hongliang's gloomy and cold tone, and their hearts were cold.
At this moment, Wan Yanliang has awakened from the ecstasy of suddenly going to Dabao and quickly recovered the fine and profound wisdom of the past. He also said in a low voice: "Pu Cha is angry. We must quickly arrest Yan Yanguan, the king of Jin, and live to see people and die to see the body!" Seeing the furious salute of the census, he hurried away and said coldly, "If you can't catch him, you don't have to come back to see me alive!" " "
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Guan gave the disciple a single marijuana clip in his ribs and flew out of the bedroom. "Dad, I want to see Dad." He cried and screamed, but he covered his mouth with a hemp rope. "Little ancestor, stop screaming, the sky has fallen!" There was a sob in Sam's trembling voice. "We just want to leave this palace and the capital safely first!"
Yan Guanguan studied Confucian classics with a scholar personally appointed by her father. In the past, she browsed regicide usurpation in China history books. At this time, when she saw that her master, who had always been calm and capable, was shaking all over, she gained some reason from endless grief: "Yes, the sky has fallen, and under the cover of the nest, Ann has finished!" In the future, it will be difficult for the Great Gold Kingdom to have its own place. "
There is a voice in my heart shouting: "Guan, you have to hold on!" " Can't lose the face of Taizong Taizong! "He forced himself to bite his lip, but his heart ached and he kept crying. He just muttered in his throat for a moment.
The wind is blowing, and the whistling north wind is wrapped in snowflakes and hits the face. Guan feels that the wound under the neck is very painful. Through the faint light scattered by the palace lanterns strung in the palace corridor, he vaguely saw that the thick red clouds in the sky were still heavily condensed overhead, and the heavy nightmare night seemed endless.
Vaguely, there was a loud noise and fire in the direction of the night clothes hall behind him. This is a very chaotic moment, but the two men dare not look back, through the gate of Yan Guang, angrily rushed forward. On the way, I met several patrolling guards and attendants. I don't understand why the king of Jin fled in such a hurry, but bowed his head to meet him from a distance. When they arrived at the palace gate, Guan and Tu Sanma pretended to be calm, drank the chamberlain, opened the palace gate, and swaggered out of the palace gate.
Just out of half a mile, there was a series of frightened hoofbeats behind him, followed by the shouts of "His Royal Highness King Jin, stay" in the quiet night. The hearts of both master and apprentice are tense. Knowing this critical moment, no one could believe it and ran as fast as they could.
Fortunately, the two men ran out as soon as possible when Yan Hongliang and others were in shock, and the pursuers behind them could not tell where they were at the moment in the dark snowy night. Dwarf shura regardless of their physical injuries, launched a superb flying skills, with a Hong Yan crown, like a foot without touching the ground, galloping in the snow.
"Where are we going?" Yan Guan's words were full of tears. He knew that he had fallen from heaven to hell, and there was no cone angle of his own in this vast land. "Where to go? At present, this Dajin takes you in, and I think only Long Ta! " Long Ta?' Yan Guan ran very fast, panting. He suddenly remembered that Master seemed to belong to the Dragon Room, so he sobbed and asked, "Where is it? Is it far? "
"It's far away," Tu Shan said in a hoarse voice. "When Yan Hongliang was in power, what I was most afraid of was our Dragon Boat Building. A year ago, he moved Wang Rui, the owner of the Dragon Boat Building, to Nanyang, south of the Yellow River, on the pretext that the people of the capital of Liang remembered the Song Dynasty. " With that, he picked up Hong Yan's crown from the middle, put it on his back, and galloped away with strength.
"Wang Rui Hong Yanheng?" I lived in the deep palace for a while, but I always heard Master mention Heng's name, and vaguely remembered that this man was the first master that Master often said.
TuShan horse eyebrows flying snow, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "That's him! Yan Hengheng, the king of destruction, is the son of Yan Zongbi, the great hero of our Jurchen. He is brave and resourceful, and only he, the dragon landlord, can fight bravely! " After a pause, he added, "Besides, what about your highness and the dragon Yu Pei?"
Yan Guan's heart was shaking. She reached out and held it in her arms. But she felt that the jade on her chest was still warm, so she held it tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Yes." Acts single hemp low a smile: "good! Long live this jade, and put it on your highness in front of all civil and military officials, which is proof that your highness will visit Dabao again one day. Hey hey, if I can't arrive on time, when your highness finds Heng Shi alone, when he sees this jade, he will make decisions for your highness ... "
Originally, Ma Dan's heart was infinitely soft, but after talking about "Dragon's Feet Building" and "Yan Hengheng", he felt a little more down-to-earth, hugged Yan Guanguan's arm tightly and shouted: "Your Highness, you must hold on, and it's up to you to punish traitors, shovel evil and reorganize rivers and mountains!"
Guan trembled and looked up. The night sky overhead is deep and dark, and there is a smell of blood in the dark and sticky night sky. He felt that his heart was smashed into seventeen or eighteen pieces and his blood was gurgling. He couldn't help crying again: "master, I can't do it. I'm ... I'm so scared!" "
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