[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

After this assassination, everyone raised their vigilance and arrived in Taiyuan in the afternoon of the next day without stopping.

To Yan Jingbai's regret, although a few people were caught alive from Longwei, those people were all dead men who were not afraid of death. They killed themselves with poison sacs hidden in their teeth the moment they were caught, without any clues. Leave.

But he wasn't too impatient. If the cold-blooded guess was correct and these assassins were the same as last time, then as long as he survived for a day, the leader behind the scenes would definitely not be reconciled, and one day he would surface.

Taiyuan, also known as Jinyang, was the ancient capital of nine dynasties. During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, countless dynasties made their fortunes here, or took it as their country, which earned him the reputation of "Dragon City".

In the fourth year of Taiping Xingguo, Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi destroyed the Northern Han Dynasty and unified the whole country. Because he was afraid of Taiyuan's name as "Dragon City" and Taiyuan's military and people's tenacious resistance to the Song Army, he ordered Jinyang to be burned, and Jinyang was diverted from Fen and Jin. The city is in ruins.It was not until three years later that the new Taiyuan Mansion was rebuilt.

If it weren't for Yan Jingbai's arrival, Taiyuan would be unconditionally given to the Jin people by Zhao Huan in the near future, and the people of Taiyuan would have spent more than 80 years of misery under the oppression of foreign races.

When the emperor's Luanjia arrived in Taiyuan, it was already sunset. At the gate of the tall city, a group of people, old or young, in shirts or armors stood respectfully at the gate, and the atmosphere was solemn.

It was early spring at this time, and the wind blowing from the north was still cool, but a group of people straightened their backs and let the north wind roll up their sleeves and hair. .

"Boom!" An overwhelming roar came from a distance, and the sky was billowing with dust and smoke. A black shadow, two black shadows, and countless black shadows jumped out and were reflected in everyone's pupils.

The ground was trembling, iron cavalry was bursting out, war horses were neighing, and elite soldiers in armor galloped madly in a delicate and luxurious carriage pulled by eight bloody horses.

The officials of Taiyuan Mansion watched this scene nervously, they couldn't breathe because of the monstrous momentum.

Du Tong Wang Zhi stretched out his hand, and quickly supported the person in front of him.

Zhang Xiaochun's complexion was slightly pale, and he pressed his chest and forced a smile at him.

"Woo--" Thousands of elite soldiers stopped when they were fifty steps away from the city gate. Their movements were neat and well-trained, and they looked majestic.

Fang Ying looked at the red-clothed and silver-spear, heroic and heroic, sitting tall on the horse's back.His slender eyes quickly glanced around, and then he raised his hand, and the dozens of cavalrymen in the front parted left and right, revealing the tightly wrapped luxury carriage.

"Squeak!" The car door was opened, and Yan Jingbai, who was dressed in vermilion uniform, stood on the shaft with his hands behind his back, the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped his whole body, dignified like a god.

Crashing, countless people lifted their clothes and knelt on the ground, bowed down and kowtowed, shouting long live, and the loud noise startled a flock of birds.

Yan Jingbai narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the three ancient and vigorous characters on the city gate, and suddenly curled the corners of his lips...

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, very few emperors would leave Kaifeng. Therefore, Yan Jingbai’s northern tour was not only opposed by the court, but also discussed and speculated in the local area. He didn’t know what the emperor wanted to do.

As the first stop of the emperor's northern tour, Zhang Xiaochun, the magistrate of Taiyuan, hardly had a good night's sleep since he received the imperial decree, and his already gray hair became even more gray.

The emperor's daily life, the emperor's safety, and the emperor's mood, he must consider all aspects thoroughly, otherwise, if something makes him unhappy, dismissal and demote are still minor, but losing his head is a major matter.He knew everything about Zichen Palace.

Zhang Xiaochun was also an official in Beijing. He met Zhao Huan, who was still the crown prince a few years ago. He has been in the officialdom for decades, and his eyes are so vicious. It is almost obvious at a glance that Zhao Huan is just like his father. Soft, incompetent and irresponsible person.

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly became stronger after a few years, he only thought that his personality had changed after becoming the emperor. As for other aspects, Zhao Huan was still the same Zhao Huan.

But such thoughts disappeared without a trace on the first day when the emperor refused the banquet he specially organized, and on the second day he personally summoned all the officials, big and small, in Taiyuan Mansion, and on the third day he ran non-stop to the military camp for inspection.

The emperor had really changed, he was no longer the weak and incompetent prince in his impression, and it made him tremble with fear.

On the fourth day, when Zhang Xiaochun begged to see him again but failed, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked someone to prepare a carriage, and went to the Dutong Mansion.

Dutong Wang was a brave general who had participated in the battle against the Liao Dynasty. He was upright, brave and good at fighting. He was a rare official in the Northern Song Dynasty who persisted in resisting the Jin Dynasty.

When Zhang Xiaochun came to the door, he had just come back and was changing clothes. He heard the servant's announcement and rushed to greet him personally. He always respected that old boss very much.

When the two met each other, Zhang Xiaochun couldn't wait to get down to business, "Wang Dutong, we have worked together for many years, and we are old friends. I don't want to be polite to you. I just want to ask you a question today. What have you been up to in the barracks for the past two days?"

When Wang Fu heard this, he was a little confused: "My lord, it's not that I deliberately concealed the truth, it's just that I, as ministers, should not discuss the whereabouts of the officials."

"I know, but I'm not at ease." Zhang Xiaochun stood up, pacing irritably, "You've heard about the Zichen Palace incident, the officials suddenly changed their temper, and even the people above the court were trying their best to repel the crowd." It is suggested to stick to the northern tour, and the first stop is our Taiyuan. You don't know, I haven't been able to eat well these days, and I'm always wondering what the official intentions are."

"It's been four days. The officials have been in Taiyuan for four days. Every day they are busy summoning the officials below, or going to inspect the military camp. The number of times I see him is pitiful." At the end, he stood in front of Wang Ting, With a sincere tone, he said: "Brother Wang, just let me know the truth, otherwise I really don't feel at ease in my heart!"

Wang Ting hesitated for a while, and finally said: "The official went to the barracks to check the situation of the soldiers' drills, and then summoned all the generals, promoted some of them, and removed some of them."

"That's it?" Zhang Xiaochun said suspiciously: "Is this the same as when the civil servants were summoned? Is there anything else?"

Wang Ting shook his head, "The official gave me a book, a book called Qilue." Having said that, his eyes lit up, "It's a peerless book on the art of war. I heard it written by the official. The man of the book is just a young man in his 20s, such an amazing person, I really want to meet him in person if I have the opportunity.”

Seeing his gradually excited face, Zhang Xiaochun secretly sighed, it seems that there is no more useful news from him.

Yan Jingbai's current residence is Taiyuan Fuya, which was originally Zhang Xiaochun's residence, because of his arrival, Zhang Xiaochun deliberately moved out, vacated the place, and repaired it.

The assassin's matter has not been found out yet, and the people below dare not take it lightly. The entire mansion is tightly guarded, and even a fly can fly past under the guards' noses.

Yan Jingbai was tired all day, he had someone prepare water and take a bath as soon as he returned home, and after taking a comfortable bath, he instantly felt much more relaxed.

He stood on the carpet with his arms slightly open, allowing the maids to carefully dress and tie his hair, and he didn't need to lift a finger during the whole process.

Sure enough, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, and it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance. Now he has completely degenerated.

Laughing at himself secretly, he entered the study without the slightest psychological burden. The list of officials in Taiyuan, the economic account books and other copywriting had already filled the entire table.

He rubbed the space between his brows, opened a book, and checked it carefully. It was the same as the previous few days, and there was no difference.

He didn't let go of the bill in his hand until Fuquan'er softly came to call him to eat at sunset.

Fuquan'er stepped forward vigilantly, and kneaded his sore neck with just the right amount of strength.

Yan Jingbai breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Is Leng Xue not back yet?"

Fuquan'er said: "Go back to the official's house, I'm already back, I just wait for the official's house to finish the meal, and then come to see me."

Yan Jingbai thought for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Let him come and have dinner with me."

"Yes."

When Yan Jingbai arrived at the dining room, Leng Xue was already waiting there, seeing him coming in, his green eyes flashed a light very quickly.

Yan Jingbai sat down at the main seat, then waved to him and said, "Come here, let's eat together."

Leng Xue was not polite to him, and sat neatly.One after another delicate dishes were slowly put on the table, perhaps not as good as the imperial palace, but it was almost the same. It can be seen that Zhang Xiaochun, the prefect of Taiyuan, really put a lot of thought into it.

They didn't eat or sleep, and neither of them was the type to talk casually at the dinner table. The meal was extremely quiet and warm.

It was not until the meal was finished that Yan Jingbai returned to the study in cold blood.

"How? What's the situation?" Yan Jingbai asked calmly, suppressing his eagerness as much as possible.

Leng Xue took out a thick stack of paper from his bosom, put it in front of him, and said: "On the surface, Taiyuan is under the jurisdiction of Zhang Zhifu, and the commander of the king's capital is assisting, but secretly the money is controlled by the Yilin family. In the hands of the leading families." After a pause, he added, "The eldest son of the Lin family is the favorite student of Xiangguo Fu Zongshu."

"Is that so?!" Yan Jingbai looked at the papers casually, and said after a while, "It seems that many of the officials I removed are from them. Why? The other party didn't move?"

He shook his head coldly.

Yan Jingbai narrowed his eyes and sighed: "You really can hold your breath."

As the night gradually fell, the orange lights dimly lit up, finally bringing Yan Jingbai back to his senses.

Leng Xue still stood where he was, and his green eyes shone slightly.

Yan Jingbai suddenly remembered that the other party was still wounded, and suddenly felt a rare sense of guilt.

He beckoned Leng Xue to sit on the low bench by the wall, and personally took off his clothes to check the wound. Seeing this, Leng Xue was flustered and wanted to reach out to stop him, but Yan Jingbai stared lightly at him so that he dared not move.

A faint blush appeared on the young and handsome face, but unfortunately, Yan Jingbai, who had already bent down to check the wound, did not see this rare scene.

He tried his best to slow down the movements of his hands, and carefully unwrapped the bandages. On the honey-colored skin, the hideous scars were particularly conspicuous.

Yan Jingbai asked someone to fetch the ointment, applied it on him himself, and then wrapped a brand new bandage around his waist and abdomen.

The warm breath sprayed on the bare skin, and the cold-blooded body was tense, and he didn't dare to move. The soft hair tip gently touched his chin, making him itch to the core, but he didn't dare to scratch it.

Just when he was almost unbearable, Yan Jingbai finally healed, Leng Xue secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and put on his clothes almost in the blink of an eye.

Although Yan Jingbai, who knew nothing about this, sighed at the speed at which the other party put on clothes, he just thought that the young man was thin-skinned and embarrassed. It will heal in a few days, remember, don't get wet, and don't use a knife or a sword, otherwise no one will care if the wound is opened."

Leng Xue responded softly, his emerald green eyes were astonishingly bright.