Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

Wu Lang and Yang Jichuan each led [-] elite soldiers and set off from their respective territories to Yongning.

In ancient times, long-distance travel was troublesome and extremely time-consuming.Where is it like modern times, you can take a walk-and-go trip every now and then, as long as you bring your head and wallet.

Wu Lang calculated that from Yanmenguan to Yongning, on the earth in the 21st century, it would take only four hours by plane normally, but now, with a large group of people taking the official road, all the way from Yanmenguan to Yongning, they traveled for more than a month.

For Wu Lang, one thousand and one hundred people would not want to go to Yongning.However, apart from the irresistible factor of not being able to resist the decree, he was more worried about the deep-seated reasons why the emperor recruited him and Yang Jichuan into the capital this time, and Chang Shan.

Wu Lang glanced at Chang Shan who was quietly riding behind him on horseback, and he couldn't see any worry from his eyes or face.The five-year deadline is approaching, he is almost dead, does he even know it!

Roughly counting the time, it has been four years since Chang Shan followed him from Nanlin to Yuyang and then to Guangze.The assassin who broke into his room rashly at the beginning, is now working for him without paying any compensation, and he doesn't know what he is trying to do.Speaking of Chang Shan's loyalty, he has indeed helped him a lot in the past few years, and he has worked hard without complaint.It's just that bad personality, don't mention it.Now seeing that Chang Shan has a few months to live, how could he not be in a hurry.Even if Chang Shan didn't say anything, the various secret histories of the imperial palace that Wu Lang has learned one after another over the years can still guess his original identity.If you want the antidote, you really have to go to Yongning.

However, the closer he got to Yongning, the more uncomfortable Wu Lang felt.Not only him, but Yang Jichuan was also unwilling to return to Yongning.He left Yongning for nine years, and he didn't want to get involved in those messy partisan disputes.He also doesn't want to get in touch with strangers.Now stepping into the tall and splendid city gate of Yongning again, there is still a sense of time and space dislocation when people fished it out of the moat.

The two of them really had a bit of the same disease.

On the eve of entering Yongning, Wu Lang and Yang Jichuan stationed soldiers outside Yongning City. According to the rules, their personal soldiers were not allowed to enter the city.

Soldiers set up camp on the spacious land, cooking around the stove, and Wu Lang sat in front of the camp with a root of grass in his mouth, looking at the wall of Yongning City not far away.The customs clearance documents were sent to the city early, telling the emperor that they would be able to enter the city tomorrow.

Yang Jichuan called him to eat, and he walked over slowly with a piece of grass in his mouth, making the sword and shield on his back rattle and rattle.

He hung on Yang Jichuan's body at once, drooping his eyes: "Chuan'er, I think I have a phobia of power and aristocracy!"

"what?"

"It's just that when I see a high-ranking person, my legs are weak, my mouth is trembling, and I can't say a good word at all!"

"Ah."

"I'm still a senior fireman in the fff regiment. I want to burn someone like the emperor who is full of harem. What should I do!"

"Ok?"

"I want to express why it's so difficult that I don't want to see the emperor!"

"You have already expressed, do you still eat?"

"Eat! Chuan'er! General Chuan'er, for the sake of my entanglement, add a roast chicken to me."

"Chang Shan, what the hell did you get? It's my roast chicken, General!"

"Master, first come first served, this is what you often say."

The Xuanjia army has already covered their faces, general, do you want to lose your image!

The soldiers waiting in line for food all looked at each other and smiled, and the tension that had been caused by the proximity to the foot of Tiandu was also swept away.

Wu Lang leisurely followed Yang Jichuan to get the meal. Although the two of them were eligible to be given a small meal, they usually ate with the soldiers when they were out of the house, and they would have an evening chat around the stove when they had time.However, Yang Jichuan generally does not participate, because he looks too aggressive, and the soldiers dare not speak just by sitting there.Only a scumbag like Wu Lang can make a fool of himself.

At night, Wu Lang went to find Yang Jichuan.Yang Jichuan had already bathed himself, and was sitting under the lamp reading a letter in only his underwear and a cloak.Wu Lang raised the curtain of the military tent and went in. He found a cup and drank some water before leaning over to read the contents of the letter in Yang Jichuan's hand.The characters are beautiful and beautiful, and one can tell at a glance that they were not written by those old and rough school captains.It was nothing more than the matter of Guangze City. After watching it for a while, Wu Lang felt that it was meaningless, so he looked away.After reading it, Yang Jichuan burned the paper and took up a pen to write a reply.

Wu Lang suddenly said, "Hey, why didn't Mei Jiu write to me?"

Yang Jichuan glanced at him with clear meaning.Wu Lang immediately became unhappy, hugged Yang Jichuan from behind, and bit his neck.

"Stop making trouble, are you a dog?"

"How could it be possible? It's so hard to meet you without armor. What a chance to speak up. You bite me too, just like a dog bites a dog." Wu Lang smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled the chair over, just like this Sit down in the posture: "You write yours, and I will watch you write. These soft brushes are really annoying." Wu Lang put his chin on Yang Jichuan's shoulder and yawned.

Yang Jichuan said: "When you go to the palace to see the emperor tomorrow, let me tell you everything. No matter what the emperor asks you, don't answer too deeply."

Wu Lang responded: "I know, but this Situ Min made it clear that he wanted to use me to share your power, maybe he recruited me in private."

Yang Jichuan turned his head to look at Wu Lang, and said: "The emperor is suspicious. You like to say things that make people puzzled. When you are alone with the emperor, don't insinuate him. He is not Li Shimin, and neither should you." Thinking about Wei Zheng."

"Am I that stupid! I'm still trying to blind the emperor. Then you can just watch my acting skills. I will definitely make the emperor think that I am a real hillbilly bandit. By the way, what taboo does he have?"

"Situ Min is very concerned about his mother's background as a prostitute in a brothel, so he is very disgusted with his subordinates going in and out of the land of smoke and willows. Another thing is, don't easily recruit General Yi's family and King Linzi in front of him."

"Speaking of what the previous emperor thought, did he really let such a mentally ill son be the emperor?"

"Once a man starts thinking with his lower body, he has no brain."

"Then it doesn't matter if the emperor changes seats. If we don't have a chance to go back in the future and spend our whole life in this place, I don't want to work under a boss who doesn't support my project work."

"You want to be emperor?"

"Ha, just kidding! I'm already burnt out of being the big-ass Yanmenguan City Lord. The king of the mountain in Dongchang Mountain is more interesting than being an emperor." Wu Lang gently embraced Yang Jichuan, straightened his body to face himself, and stroked Lifting his forehead hair, kissing his lips cautiously: "It takes a war to fight for the throne, who knows how long it will take to end, and even being the emperor will be controlled by those old-fashioned old men and his wife. Then what about my Chuan'er Let’s do it, we still have to go back to Hyundai to get the permit. Even if we can’t go back, it’s okay to be two local snakes at the border.”

Yang Jichuan bit Wu Lang's lips lightly, helplessly: "It doesn't matter, if you want to be emperor, we can fight for ten or twenty years."

"Why are you so single-minded? It's good for us to keep it as it is now. We don't have to worry about food or clothing, the burden is not so heavy, and we feel at ease. The most important thing is that no one cares about us."

"If you ask me what I want, can I say that I want to fuck you so hard that you can't get out of bed... Hey, why are you blushing? It's not the first time I've said that. My General Chuan'er, if someone knows you With such a thin skin, your aloof image will be ruined!"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, you can continue to write letters."

Wu Lang actually wanted to have a good time, but tomorrow he was going to ride a horse into Yongning, if he didn't hold back, Chuan'er would definitely die of hard work.So I had to feel wronged and wronged myself.

After waiting for the second day, the two entered the city smoothly, and followed the escorting envoys to rush all the way from Yongning City Gate to the gate of the Imperial Palace.

In the forbidden area of ​​the imperial city, except for the guards with swords and the courtiers who the emperor personally allowed to carry weapons, everyone had to remove their swords.At that time, Yang Jichuan’s fire dragon gun was too difficult for others to hold, so he specially prepared a special area for putting fire dragons at the gate of the city, which was cited as a good story.

Nine years away, and now he is back again. Although the guards guarding the gate have changed, the area specially designated for fire dragons is still there.What the guards didn't expect was that not only did they see the lingering bloody aura mentioned by their predecessors, and they only recognized the fire dragon gun that was dominated by General Langqi, they also saw the same weight over a thousand catties, which was unbearable for mortals. The black Mo knife and armor shield.

"This is really strange. I thought that such a weird weapon as General Langqi is unique, but I didn't expect another one!"

"I heard that General Yangwei himself is also very legendary."

"Both of them are so young, hey, they really are geniuses."

"General Lang Qi isn't young, he was twenty-one when he left Yongning, and he is 30 years old this year."

"Just kidding, General Langqi looks like a young master in his early twenties."

"That's why it's strange. Maybe General Langqi took the elixir of life."

"What nonsense are you talking about, why don't you stand on your post?"

"Yes, Captain!"

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Counting from the Guanghua Gate near the market, you need to enter four more gates to enter the real Inner Imperial City, namely Dongsu Gate, Longwei Gate, Xuande Gate and finally Zhengde Gate. After the four gates, which are comparable to the length of the Forbidden City, you have to continue to walk around the imperial garden for half an hour on a winding gravel path, and then pass through a long corridor before you officially arrive at the emperor's imperial study.

Fortunately, there were few people in the palace, otherwise Wu Lang would be reminded of his bad memories of traveling to the Forbidden City every minute.

The envoy quickly withdrew, and the eunuch went into the study to report.The two were quickly allowed in.

Wu Lang subconsciously glanced at the emperor, and found that the emperor was quite attractive.However, he immediately lowered his head and knelt down on one knee following Yang Jichuan. This was probably the most acceptable kneeling ceremony between them.

Wu Lang found that the emperor's words were very interesting, he was good at talking, even if he talked with someone like Yang Jichuan who cherished words like gold, he could quickly win over and create a warm atmosphere. What does this mean? This kind of person is often quite self-centered, very expressive, and amiable on the outside, but actually very proud on the inside.If you want to go deeper, you can know that such an emperor will never make too many concessions when debating with his officials. Firstly, it is because he has a lot of self-esteem; secondly, his status is high enough; He has a strong ability to persuade others.If things go on like this, such an emperor will easily become self-willed and will not listen to opinions.

But if the emperor can only be manipulated by his officials, it would be meaningless to be an emperor.

Of course, there is another one.The emperor praised Yang Jichuan throughout the whole process, but for Wu Lang, he only gave him a very indifferent look at the very beginning.Then just let them go.

The emperor's wrists are naturally clever. If Wu Lang is really just an ignorant bandit, Le Diandian came to Yongning, thinking that he was going to be favored by the emperor and make a fortune, but in the end he was thrown cold water, and he must be worried. Uneasy, waiting for the emperor to appease.Seeing that Yang Jichuan, who came here together, received such praise, if he had been a little more narrow-minded, he would have already held grudges.

This kind of cold and hot needs to be controlled, but not too much.So the emperor had a short meeting with them.

It seems that the emperor is really afraid of Chuan'er.

After leaving the imperial study room, Wu Lang and Yang Jichuan exchanged glances, followed the little eunuch and left.

When passing through the imperial garden, I ran into the sixth son of the emperor who was playing Cuju in the garden after school. A group of little kids were making noise.

The small ball woven with thin bamboo was passed around different people's feet, and one accidentally flew out of the field and smashed in the direction of Wu Lang and Yang Jichuan.Seeing that it was about to smash the person's head, Wu Lang raised his hand and grabbed the bamboo ball firmly in his hand.

If you want to put aside modernity, throwing the ball back and leaving directly is the same thing.Not now, the group of children playing football on the opposite side has the emperor's son.If you don't salute when you meet someone, it's a big crime of disrespect.

There was no other way, so Wu Lang had no choice but to send the ball over with Yang Jichuan.

"Sir Wu Lang."

"Minister Yang Jichuan."

"See Your Highness Sixth."

The sixth prince, who was dressed in bright yellow clothes, with precious jade around his waist, pearls in his hairband, and a face like freshly steamed white flour steamed buns, circled the two of them curiously, pointed at Yang Jichuan and exclaimed: "You are General Yangwei!" !." Turning his gaze, he looked at Wu Lang, his eyes brightened: "You are General Langqi."

The audience was silent and the atmosphere was awkward.

Wu Lang was quite shocked, that kind of shrewd emperor would raise such a chubby, unbending son.

Afterwards, a young man in a sapphire blue double-breasted gown came out from behind the crowd, and whispered something in the sixth prince's ear.

The white breaded sixth prince scratched his head: "Oh, so the red one is General Langqi, and the black one is General Yangwei."

Wu Langjue fell down, his eyes fell on the young man, and his heart suddenly jumped.

That boy was only eleven or twelve years old, he was dressed in sapphire blue clothes, but his face was like jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he could be expected to be romantic.Standing next to the sixth prince, he neither overwhelmed the guest nor overshadowed him.The posture is high, there is no flattery, and there is a style of its own.Anyone who reads it will say that the sixth prince can only be compared with his status.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few years, His Highness Shizi already looks like this.

The little fat man who would clamor for crystal elbows back then may never come back.