Doomsday super smelting system

Chapter 115 Behind the Scenes
At dusk, in Bianliang Yuelai Inn, in Room A of Tianzi, a group of people in black were sitting around the table, and the atmosphere was very dull.

Zhou Yuwu knew most of these people.

Ding Chunqiu, the old monster of Xingxiu, Murong Fu and his four ministers were sitting in the high seat. Obviously, they were the leaders of these people.

Standing or sitting around him were some exotic costumes, several of them were dressed exactly the same as Jiumozhi, and they all looked like foreign monks.

"Murong Fu, if today's plan fails, our agreement between Tubo and you will be void! We will think of other ways to deal with our grievances between Tubo and Da Song!"

Someone always has to break the atmosphere of silence, and this unrestrained person is the middle-aged man sitting among the three foreign monks.These three people were also the only ones present not wearing black clothes.

Hearing his superior tone, Murong Fu's eyes flashed coldly, then he thought about his own plan, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, smiled hypocritically, and said: "Master Jiuhui, don't worry, he raided the palace for several days, just yesterday It has already paid off, and all the guards in the palace have lost their ability to resist, I believe that after tonight, this Great Song Dynasty will be wiped out!"

When Jiuhui heard this, ridicule flashed in his black eyes, he got up and walked out with the two young novice monks, and said: "This is the best, according to the agreement, if this matter can be accomplished, I will lend you the soldiers and generals of the Tubo tribes, I will regard you as king, and rule over the great mountains and rivers, and I will never break my promise."

The three monks left, leaving only the men in black in the room.

"Senior, can we really kill that little emperor tonight?"

As soon as the monk left, Murong Fu looked at the masked old man with Huafa standing by the window with a sad face, and asked with a sad face.

The masked old man didn't turn his head back, but he replied affirmatively with an indisputable, neutral and powerful voice: "I will definitely do it! Let's go together tonight, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!!!"

Hearing the old man's tone more resolute than himself, Murong Fu was a little moved. He didn't understand why the old man would help him unconditionally, and he didn't know why he was able to ask that old monk with the world's best martial arts to help him , although it was only a shot, it solved the most insurmountable natural moat for them.

But he knew that it was the old man who invited the old monk, which made the Tibetan tribes agree to his proposal or request.

Contrary to the determination of the two of them, Ding Chunqiu snorted displeasedly: "Hmph! What if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent? I don't have such leisure, if I can't succeed tonight, then I will forgive me for not being with me!"

"Hehe..." Murong Fu chuckled, displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he also cupped his hands with the same hypocritical smile and said, "Mr. Ding, don't worry, if things can be done tonight, I will win the world, and you will be my big swallow." The founding father of the country! It's just that Mr. Ding will be tired a lot tonight."

"What's not tiring? Isn't it just going to the palace dining room to poison? Playing poison is my specialty. The masters in the palace are either completely destroyed by you, or you succeed in instigating rebellion. It is easy to enter and exit the palace. Just wait for my good news."

As Ding Chunqiu spoke, he floated out like green smoke. Listening to his words, he went to poison the palace.

Murong Fu looked at Ding Chunqiu's leaving direction and fell deeply into his own thoughts.

He was born to restore the country. He didn't have any chance in the past, but he never thought that such a strange plague would appear in this world, which caused Xixia and Liao countries to surrender unconditionally to Song Dynasty one after another. Even Tubo almost became a big Song Zimin didn't want the little emperor to be kicked by a donkey and become stupid, forcing Tubo to fight back when he was dying, and let him see an opportunity.

When he was planning, the old man brought an old monk to help him, and successfully made his plan come true.

Speaking of it, his plan was actually simple and crude, but it was also the quickest.

That is to organize the Tubo elite to besiege the city, block the connection between the imperial city and the outside world, and then instigate rebellion against the city guards and the forbidden army. The commander of the forbidden army only vaguely agreed to sit on the sidelines, but it also gave them a chance to do it.

After overtly killing and assassinating, he finally eliminated all the masters around the little emperor. Tonight, success is already in sight!

At nightfall, a black shadow floated into the imperial city like green smoke, and the guards guarding the imperial city just looked at each other, as if nothing had happened, they still stood there like wooden stakes.

This is the key to why the Ouchi Imperial Palace allows people to easily break into it!
Hall of Mental Cultivation, this is Zhao Xi's imperial dining room. When Zhou Yi completely integrated the "Broken Soul Sound", as expected, the "Ritual and Music New Chapter" naturally merged with "Broken Soul Sound" , so that his "Sound of Broken Soul" was instantly raised to such an extremely high level as nuanced.It made him not only have a different experience of music, but also the use of sound.

First changed into a black brocade dress, then came to the little maid and woke up the little maid with a soothing and benevolent rhythm. Forgetting the horror just now, he led Zhou Yuwu to the Hall of Mental Cultivation obediently and docilely.

Stepping into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there is a large round table in the center of the huge hall, but there are only a few seven or eight dishes on it. Although it is exquisite and gorgeous, compared to the identity of the royal family, it is extremely simple. up.

"Yuwu is here? Sit down." Zhou Yuwu had just stepped into the threshold of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Zhao Xi greeted him with a gentle smile, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, you and I have never had dinner at the same table. , as my only friend, this is indeed a pity, why not let it be tonight."

With a smile on his face, Zhou Yuwu unceremoniously pulled out the chair opposite Zhao Xi and sat down. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty, but you still feel despair in your heart?"

Zhou Yuwu's question caused the smile on Zhao Xi's face to stagnate, and then he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Hey! I have been in charge of the court for less than two years, and the people in the court and the public can't be of one mind and one mind. That's why I have the act of entering the palace so easily at this moment. The photo studios I relied on have basically been destroyed, tell me, what is the hope?"

What Zhao Xi said was not unreasonable. Speaking of it, looking at all the imperial courts in the history of China, the Song Dynasty was regarded as the most lax in guarding the palace. Yu, lack of strategy, will not achieve great things in the end.

The royal family has taken frugality and diligence as their motto, and even the palace is not as gorgeous as the previous Tang dynasty, and looks a lot stingy in comparison. This has also directly led to the extreme laxity and negligence of its guard force.

In such a big environment, it is easy for a martial arts master to come in and assassinate with the deliberate connivance of the imperial army.

(End of this chapter)