Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

"I don't understand something." Chen Li suddenly said while drinking tea.

Cang Lang changed the paper again, and folded the ones that had just been dyed ink and put them on the desk, asking him, "What's the matter?"

"Since a year ago, the sage wanted to support King Yan to ascend the throne, and it would be harmless to have a good relationship with the cabinet. Why should he be the first bird to suppress Hu Jingzhai? If it weren't for the deep-rooted grievances between the two parties, the cabinet ministers repeatedly succumbed. , the prince will not be taken away from Suwei's jurisdiction so easily, and the following things..."

Before Chen Li finished speaking, Cang Lang dipped in the ink and calmly concealed the trembling of the last stroke.

"The art of the emperor is not alone. The authority of the world is concentrated in one person to balance all parties. The saint wants to praise Ah Lin, but beware of him being higher than the zenith, and supports him to move forward, but does not allow him to have Only by borrowing power from the side. Only when this is the case, the one who is finally pushed into the dragon chair is the ideal successor in the saint's heart, and the one who is passed on is his own court plan."

Chen Li heard it thoroughly, his expression was slightly restrained, and he sighed: "Your heart——"

Cang Lang threw the neatly stacked waste pages into the brazier and burned them. Since the palace change a year ago, he has become so cautious.Seeing the flames devouring the last bit of ink marks, he shifted his eyes and said, "Okay, the shocking changes in Fuya Palace will soon be settled."

A bright embroidered spring knife reached Feng Lin's neck, he paused slightly, raised his eyelids, the blood in his palms was still hot, but his eyes regained ice-like calm in just a few moments.

"Actually, in a sense, the prince and I are on the same road." Yang Dazhi held the knife, his tone relaxed, "The prince's determination to reverse the case is no less than that of the last general, and now the opportunity is in front of us. Kill the faint king, and then use Yan In the name of the family, I issued an edict of guilt, and the grievances between the Grand Tutor and my brother will be cleared from now on."

Feng Lin said coldly: "Killer, you have had countless opportunities to attack since just now, why do you want me to come?"

Yang Dazhi pursed his lips and said cheerfully: "The sage has lived in the high palace for a long time, he is free from disease and happy, but he knows that there is no pain of life and death in the ordinary world. Let him experience it personally today, and this life will be complete."

In the corner, Emperor Longkang exploded angrily, and shouted angrily: "Forcing people to fight each other, to commit suicide, Yang Dazhi, how courageous you are!"

Jin Yiwei stomped his foot on his chest, and Emperor Longkang fell on his back. He hastily covered his face, blood seeped from his fingers, and he was still cursing: "Crazy! "

"Family?" Yang Dazhi's eyes turned cold, "I belong to the Yang family. My father and mother were thrown into the sea by Japanese pirates and fed to the fish. My elder brother has become an unrecognizable bone in a pile of graves. Why don't I want to care about the whole family, but Saint, tell me, where is the minister's family?"

Burning hands, smashing cups, [1] The tears of the mayflies in the peaceful world are as insignificant as themselves.Even if it really hit Emperor Longkang's heart at this moment, only anger was aroused.

"Why doesn't your lord do anything?"

Feng Lin leaned over to pick up the long sword on the ground, and flicked it over with his finger, the blood drops hit Emperor Longkang's eyebrows with a "slap", and slid down the bridge of his nose.He shivered, his chest was beating rapidly, and even his breathing was disordered.

"No, Ah Lin, no..."

Bai Chi-Feng's quick release was beyond everyone's expectations.Jin Yiwei slid back in an orderly manner, they retreated neatly, Feng Lin took advantage of the gap to jump up with all his strength, and threw himself at Yang Dazhi.Xiuchun Dao blocked the sword's edge that was attacking by the wind in time.But Feng Lin's strength didn't focus on the blade, his injured hand suddenly clenched into a fist, the sharp protruding thorns got stuck between his fingers, and slammed into Yang Dazhi's frightened and dodging face.

The stabbed left eye was bleeding profusely, and Yang Dazhi was trembling with pain, but at the same time, he swung the knife and slashed Feng Lin's sword-holding hand.Jin Yiwei rushed up together, Feng Lin gritted his teeth and turned the thorn, touching Yang Dazhi's throat.

"Tell your people to back off." He said indifferently, there was no room for negotiation in his voice.

Yang Dazhi smiled wildly, panting, "My lord once said that Jin Yiwei's knives are best at catching birds in cages. Now that you've got the hook, there's no reason for Xiuchun knives to return to their sheaths."

Feng Lin suddenly said: "I know the reason why you are afraid of rats, you are for the national seal. The one in the Palace of Qinzheng is full of flaws and suspicious behaviors. Once the situation in the capital is settled, it will only be based on the [-] to [-]% similarity in appearance. , can’t hide it from the clan court at all. What does his identity need to prove his identity, these days, in order to find that national seal, the commanding envoy has spent a lot of effort, right?”

Yang Dazhi's smile was slightly stiff, and the only remaining one eye was walking on thin ice even when turning.He didn't know how much Feng Lin knew, but he felt that the afterimage of the other party dragged on the ground penetrated him, and he already knew all the secrets.

In the silent silence, Yang Dazhi slowly raised his palm, which was a restraining gesture, he said: "Obviously everyone can be happy, but the prince wants to lose both, why can't you learn the word smart?"

Feng Lin tilted his head to hold the leather rope around his arm, lifted his chin slightly, and the moment the iron armor was tightened, it felt as if the husband couldn't bear it anymore, and his fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh.He smiled vaguely and said, "There are too many smart people in the world, so infatuation is especially valuable."

Yang Dazhi smiled approvingly, and listened to the distant bell of Qiaolou.Feng Lin restrained him, retreating step by step towards the gate of the palace.

Countless pairs of military boots hurriedly stepped through the knee-high weeds outside the cold palace, and a circle of bright knives flashed around them.The densely packed brocade guards followed Feng Lin's footsteps, but none of them dared to approach within ten steps.

When the wind blows and the grass lies low, Jin Yiwei regards Feng Lin as a ferocious beast to hunt, but he is indeed under siege.But for some reason, Xiu Chundao, who had once blown his hair and cut his hair, showed timidity for no reason in front of a trapped beast.The bells were still ringing, one after another, as the bells seemed to float from a corner of the huge imperial city, the sound of killing was not clearly heard.

Yang Dazhi kept his palms up all the time, and at the moment before he was about to cross the threshold, he asked softly: "Guoxi, does the prince really refuse to hand it over to the last general?"

"The sign of the Son of Heaven is granted by the gods of the monarch," Feng Lin said in a slightly mocking voice, "I'll give it to you, do you dare to take it?"

Yang Dazhi sighed with regret, glanced over the eaves of the palace to look at the unattainable blue sky with one eye, waved his palm and pressed down: "Do it!"

Chi Xiaoyu galloped his horse across the long street, and the soldiers of the palace flew behind him on horseback. The fiery red armor twisted like a red snake in the dark sky, and rushed towards the forbidden area.

The horses were stationed under the city of Quetta, waiting anxiously with their whips in their hands. He turned his head and asked the chariot behind him, "It's been a while, why is there no movement in the forbidden city?"

The curtain of the car moved lightly, and a corner was lifted, Bai Fu'er had already changed into a fresh outfit.She looked up at the sky, and a sternness flashed across her beautiful face, "Don't wait for Ruomuji, open the gate of the palace and welcome our Qiang warriors into the city!"

Quetta whistled, and the messenger turned his horse's head and ran towards the palace gate not far away.But in the middle of the journey, the horse suddenly neighed and knelt down on its front hooves, and the orderly fell out in an extremely strange posture.

In a blink of an eye, Chi Xiaoyu raised his arm to retract the tripping rope, twisted it around his wrist a few times, and threw it out again while galloping the horse. Before Quetta even had time to raise his whip, his brains were splashed by the sweeping hammer.

"The King Yan's order is here, and he will be arrested quickly. Anyone who violates it will be shot to death!"

Bai Fu'er came out through the curtain, and the sword bestowed by Emperor Longkang lay across his chest, blocking Chi Xiaoyu's way.

"Get out of the way, I don't kill women."

Bai Fu'er's eyebrows are proud, and the green silk that has taken off the gold hairpin, silver ring and exquisite beads is tightly tied up with a bamboo crown, looking clean and neat.This is the dress she is accustomed to at home. Bai Fu'er is going to go to Maxi Pass, and shoot geese with a bow, but the cloud temple, which is loved by Jiao'e in the capital, is a distressing bondage to her.

"I visited Mulan Temple on the way to Beijing," she said with the long sword out of its sheath, and the light was cold, "That's the only allusion from China that I like to hear."

Under the city gate, dozens of royal guards in black robes with knives and sharp faces.They stopped the oncoming cart, without looking at the badge handed by the driver, and shouted loudly: "There is an order in the ban. From midnight yesterday, the city tower is under martial law. No entry or exit is allowed. Anyone who violates it will be shot! Turn around, go back!"

The coachman covered his face with a veil, and hurriedly said: "Last night, a young man died in the princess' mansion. The doctor saw it and said it was an epidemic. He must be pulled out of the city to bury it quickly, otherwise there will be a big mess. I hope the officials will be lenient."

As he spoke, he put another ingot of silver on top of the token, but Jin Yiwei didn't pick it up, turned his head to look at it for a moment, and reached out to pull the straw mat on the cart while walking: "Is it really a disease?"

"I can't help it, this is a disease that can infect people!" The coachman hurriedly stopped him, but Jin Yiwei raised his knife and pressed it against his ribs, "Ouch" bent over in pain.

Jin Yiwei lifted the straw mat with a "swish", and a stench forced him to take two steps back unconsciously.Suppressing his nausea, he poked the corpse a few times with the handle of the knife, but he didn't notice anything unusual, but the yellow-brown mucus slowly leaked from the chest and abdomen. He didn't have time to think about the essence of this thing, his stomach was already overwhelmed.

"Grandma, it's unlucky, let it go!"

The gate of the city opened slowly, and the coachman took the corpse and left the city calmly in front of a group of Jinyi guards.At this time, Chen Li under the straw mat also heaved a sigh of relief. He squeezed the token that the Princess had stuffed into his hand before he left, and silently recited her advice in his heart.

"I beg my lord to send a message for me when I see my father. It is cold in Xiguan, the Weiliang Wang family is full of enthusiasm, the capital is frosty and cold, and there will be sunny days. The Wang family's army must not make excuses for this."

The lone geese flew across the sky, the fog gradually rose, and the big raindrops finally fell, which quickly soaked the straw mat and also wet Feng Lin's armor.

There were only "ding dong" sounds of weapons clashing, Feng Lin lifted Emperor Longkang and threw him on the horse's back, knocked his legs, and the horse's hooves flew over Jin Yiwei's body, and he managed to kill a bloody path under the knife light.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Dazhi shook his shoulders and pushed away the entourage who wanted to come to help him, his hair was soaked in blood, he shouted loudly: "Stick to the city gate, don't let him take people away!"

The rain turned sharp, and the horseshoes broke through the muddy puddles, and rushed towards the city gate like an arrow off the string.

Emperor Longkang was so shaken that his bones were about to fall apart. He resisted the urge to vomit, and looked up and said: "Ah Lin, listen to me: I am now at the end of my strength, and the oil is dying in front of me. You take me and you The imperial seal, go out of the city to recover Wang Zhengxuan, and wait to clean up the old mountains and rivers in the future—"

Before the words were finished, the fire arrows rubbed against the ears and brought out a strong wind.Feng Lin slammed Emperor Longkang's head and neck down, followed by bowing down, saying not much as usual: "No need."

All kinds of meat and vegetables rushed up his throat. Emperor Longkang didn't understand which one he said "no need" to refer to taking over the imperial seal or recovering Wang Zhengxuan. When he coughed hastily, the sound of geese was loud above his head, and he shot arrows intensively. The sound once suppressed the roar of the rainstorm.

"Feng Lin, you can't get out of this Miyagi city today! Fugui Township, Luanchenzhong, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

The iron chains reverberated quickly, and the high-hanging city gate let out a muffled hum, and fell down in a hurry.Countless arrowheads protruded from behind the wall, and the eagle feathers trembled in the heavy rain.

According to the plan, Feng Lin broke into the palace alone, attracting most of the main guards.And in this gap, the royal soldiers led by Chi Xiaoyu should have taken down the three city gates, eliminating all possibility of the surrounding Jinyiwei returning to help.

At the end of the feeding time, that is, when the key is released at the palace gate, the two groups of people should meet here.

But right now.

Feng Lin tightened his grip on the reins, leaning on the thousand crossbows with his back ready to go, facing all the horses in silence.He was alone in the siege, Yang Dazhi's clamor was mixed with bow string's groans, they were all bustling outside the dust.When he heard the bell ringing in the late evening, like a wild goose feather shaking from the sky, he unexpectedly aroused joy in his heart.

That voice sounded like Mr. whispering to himself.

"Ah Lin."

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【1】"Chronology of Monk Xuyun's Self-narration"