Spirit Realm Walker

As a king of a country, especially a faint king, Zhao Shun had six bedrooms, four in the imperial palace, one in the Summer Palace in the western suburbs of the capital, and one in the Sheep Palace in the southern suburbs.

The Summer Palace is for summer vacation, and the Sheep Palace is for hunting and sightseeing.

The four bedrooms in the palace were also built according to the needs of the four seasons of "spring, summer, autumn and winter". The summer palace was built on the bank of an artificial lake shaded by vegetation. The winter palace is the palace that is currently on fire. It faces south and can be accommodated 24 hours a day. illumination.

The Spring Palace is on the edge of the Imperial Garden, and the Autumn Palace is on a low hill in the Xiyuan Garden, making it easy to enjoy the autumn scenery.

Now that the Winter Palace was burned down, it must be uninhabitable. The Imperial Guards from the Imperial City Division escorted Zhao Shun to the Summer Palace by the artificial lake.

Originally, the commander of the Forbidden Army disagreed because the assassin who had just escaped was obviously a water ghost. Living by the lake would mean putting his neck in front of the enemy, which was too dangerous.

But His Majesty has his own way, and the ministers can only accept orders.

The candlelight was bright and the level of luxury was not inferior to that of the Winter Palace. Zhang Yuanqing put his hands behind his head and stared blankly at the roof with crisscrossed beams.

He reviewed the current plot of the copy:

The Northern Dynasty eliminated the foreigners on the grassland and moved southward in an attempt to destroy the Southern Dynasty. At this critical moment, the foolish king Zhao Shun favored the queen and appointed Yang Ce as the commander-in-chief regardless of the opposition of his veteran relatives, the Zheng family.

This made the Zheng family feel a huge threat. After all, Empress Dowager Zheng had been dead for many years, and Empress Yang was favored. Once Yang Ce defended Linxia City and returned to the capital with his military exploits, the Zheng and Yang families would surely change their throne.

So, he simply colluded with the Northern Dynasty Marshal Tuoba Guanghe to kill the king and usurp the throne.

As long as the Zheng family helps Tuoba Guanghe defeat the last defenders of the Southern Dynasty, the Southern Dynasty will be a piece of meat for others to slaughter. At that time, whoever Tuoba Guanghe supports will be the emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

But the risk of doing so is too high, and it is tantamount to handing over one's wealth and one's life to the enemy. What good outcome can there be in seeking skin from a tiger?

Although Zheng Longtu said that Tuoba Guanghe wanted to raise the bandits to respect themselves, even Zhang Yuanqing found it unreliable, let alone the head of the Zheng family with ups and downs in officialdom?

Therefore, the Zheng family has other sources of support that allow them to collude with Tuoba Guanghe with confidence.

This support should be the national teacher.

"The main mission is indeed very clear. The enemy on the other side of the battlefield is the army of the Northern Dynasty, and the enemy on my side is the Zheng family and the national division. I just don't know where the national division comes from."

However, there are still some things that he doesn't understand. Why would his teammates "turn against" him? Is it just that the dungeon wants to increase the difficulty?

Zhang Yuanqing thinks it's unlikely. Highly difficult dungeons usually have solid plot lines.

Well, it may be that Hunjun has made people angry, and the rebel forces behind them want to assassinate Hunjun. If this is the case, I hope the rebel forces are the background, otherwise it will be too difficult. Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

Gathering his thoughts, he turned over and sat up, called the palace maid, and ordered:

"It's been a long night and I don't want to sleep. I'm going to invite Wanmei to come over. I want her to sleep with me."

"Wanmei?" The personal palace maid was stunned for a moment, and carefully reminded: "Your Majesty, Wanmei attempted an assassination attempt today, but was rescued by her accomplices."

"It's not her." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand: "I'm talking about another Wanmei."

Another beautiful person? Another beautiful person! The palace maid seemed to think of something, and couldn't control herself for a moment, showing a ghostly expression.

Then there was the expression of broken faith.

What's your expression? Come on, go out to the Meridian Gate and behead you! Zhang Yuanqing stared at her displeasedly: "Do you need me to repeat it?"

He had just been assassinated, and the imperial army of the Imperial City Department was guarding the outside of the palace. There might be spies of the Zheng family among them. If he summoned Wanmei for no reason, he would definitely be suspected.

Therefore, sleeping in bed is a perfect reason. Zhao Shun was once saved by Wanmei, but now he is assassinated. He lacks a sense of security and longs for the broad shoulders of the person who once saved his life. It is reasonable and reasonable.

She stammered: "Yes, I'm a slave. I'll go and invite you now."

He lowered his head and walked away in a hurry.

If the palace maid talks too loudly, I will die in the palace, but it doesn't matter, my fault is Zhao Shun's fault, and Zhao Shun's fault is not my fault.

Zhang Yuanqing yawned tiredly and fell asleep unconsciously.

Until the sound of an urn came to my ears: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my concubine is here."

Then, a big hand pushed "gently" on the shoulder.

Zhang Yuanqing woke up with a start, his eyes were sharp, and when he saw the honest figure kneeling beside the bed, his tense muscles relaxed with relief, and he said with a pleasant expression:

"Wanmei is here!"

The beautiful woman with a square face and copper bell-like eyes lowered her eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty, I am here to sleep with you."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing silently moved his eyes away from the face of the beautiful oriental nobleman - her face always reminded Zhang Yuanqing uncontrollably of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses.

"Ahem!" Zhang Yuanqing cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, please step aside. I want to make peace with Wanmei."

The maids and eunuchs in the outer hall retreated in shock.

After everyone left the bedroom, Wanmei bounced her knees, walked to the bed and sat down on her strong legs.

Zhang Yuanqing moved back without leaving a trace and said, "Wanmei, what are you doing?"

The beautiful woman showed an "honest" smile: "I am here to sleep with you, Your Majesty. It is said that walls have ears, but no one can hear me when I speak on your dragon bed."

Then just sit on the edge of the bed and don't move. If you dare to mess around, I'll call for help. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly regretted his reckless move, and said calmly:

"Where are the three female assassins?"

Wanmei replied: "I have trapped the three assassins at the bottom of the lake and set up a barrier. Their lives are not in danger."

"Wanmei, the walls have ears." Zhang Yuanqing reminded the female man to speak softly, and then asked: "Can anyone torture to reveal the mastermind behind this?"

Wan Meiren shook her head: "They did not explain. Without His Majesty's permission, I did not dare to use lynching. However, under my concubine's inducement, Chu Meiren revealed the reason for assassinating His Majesty."

"Speak quickly!" Zhang Yuanqing urged.

Wan Meiren said: "Chu Meiren has already confessed that she was the culprit who poisoned His Majesty a few days ago. Unexpectedly, His Majesty was lucky enough to survive. That day when His Majesty went to inspect the harem, she felt very guilty, fearing that her plot would be exposed. , so I wanted to assassinate him while I was sleeping."

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and said, "What happens after the assassination?"

Wanmei shook her head: "Chumei is stupid, the city is not deep, and she can't tell what to do after the assassination. I don't understand, who would send such a stupid person to assassinate?"

Sent by the Spirit Realm dungeon, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but complain.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, tapping his knees lightly with his fingers, lost in thought.

Chu Meiren only knew that she had poisoned the emperor, but she did not know who was the mastermind behind it. This means that after entering the spiritual realm, the information she obtained was that "Chu Meiren failed to poison the emperor," and that was it.

There is a high probability of one of the side missions: assassinating the Hunjun.

Therefore, when she found out that Hunjun was inspecting the harem, Chu Mei was panicked. She agreed to stay with him, partly because she was secretly cooperating with the side mission, and partly because she was worried that if she didn't take action, she would be found out by the Imperial City Secretary and Hunjun.

It will be a dead end then.

With this sense of crisis and side missions, the three beauties did not expect that the "Faint King" who was born on the opposite side was a teammate in the spiritual realm.

After all, this is a team dungeon, not a faction confrontation dungeon. It is impossible for teammates to become life-or-death enemies in the plot.

It was also for this reason that Zhang Yuanqing happily recruited three beauties to accompany him to his bed, but he almost capsized in the gutter.

Jiang Jingwei's confession suddenly opened up Zhang Yuanqing's thinking and made him understand many doubts.

In addition, although Green Tea Wanmei and Wang Geji are very strict, Jingwei's confession is also their confession to a certain extent, because the assassination actions of the three beauties coincided with each other, and they are spiritual realm practitioners.

Zhang Yuanqing boldly guessed that these two guys were also involved in the poisoning of the faint king.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of what Li Changshi said: Zhao Shun's poison was a strange mixture of multiple poisons. The effects were violent, but they restrained each other, so he would not die immediately.

Tonight, Zheng Longtu was so proud that he revealed part of the truth: Even the strange poison he refined failed to kill you, so who came up with the ingenious plan to fight poison with poison? The imperial doctors in the palace are not of this level.

The information is right.

The plot was almost finished. Zhang Yuanqing let out a breath and felt determined. The biggest fear in downloading the dungeon was not that the enemies were strong, but that the plot was unclear.

If the plot is unclear, key information may be missed, and if key information is missed, it may easily overturn.

And there is no room for error.

"Ren Mei, no, Concubine Wan, do you know the Imperial Master?" Zhang Yuanqing, who understood the plot clearly, began to inquire for information.

Linxia City, barracks.

Fu Qingyang woke up from coma with a splitting headache, the muscles all over his body seemed to be torn apart, and every cell was whining.

He endured the pain, frowned and sat up, and saw Xiahou Aotian squatting in the corner cooking medicine, Lingjun picking herbs, and the Demon Eye King standing in front of the map, silent.

"How long have I slept?" Fu Qingyang asked weakly.

"You should tell me: when did I fall into coma?" Lingjun raised his head and glanced at him.

Fu Qingyang thought about it and found that he really couldn't remember.

Lingjun clicked his tongue and said: "After you pierced Tuoba Guanghe with your sword, you stood there motionless. The defenders were cheering for you. I thought you were pretending to be cool. But after the Northern Dynasty withdrew its troops, I found that you had already Comatose."

Fu Qingyang remembered it and said calmly: "How can we scare away Tuoba Guanghe if we don't do this? The bewitching demon is cunning and despicable, and the battlefield requires soldiers to never tire of deceit. If Tuoba Guanghe breaks the bet, we will definitely lose."

That's why he fainted while standing, without closing his eyes.

The Demonic Eye King on the side turned his head and said: "Just say Tuoba Guanghe, the bewitching demon didn't provoke you."

Xiahou Aotian, who was standing next to the stove, commented: "You are not the protagonist, so what can you do?"

After speaking, he picked up the hot pot of medicine with his bare hands and said, "The medicine is ready. Drink it while it's hot. I guess you don't want to waste the life source liquid."

Lingjun virtuously opened the bowl, poured the medicinal soup, and blew it on Fu Qingyang's behalf.

Fu Qingyang did not refuse. After drinking the medicine, he announced:

"I seem to have learned a new sword skill."

Are you a pervert? The three of them suddenly came up with this idea.

Lingjun sighed: "Putting you on the same page as the three of us good-for-nothings has wronged Mr. Qian. From now on, there will only be three young masters officially. Mr. Qian will be removed from the list."

Xiahou Aotian squinted at Young Master Hua: "Three of the four young masters have been promoted to masters, shouldn't you be the one to be removed?"

Lingjun shrugged: "I'm a loser, but I never rely on others. It's more decent than some people who just lie down and ascend to the throne."

Xiahou Aotian was furious, feeling that Hua Gongzi's taunt was even more despicable and serious than Han Xin's crotch humiliation.

The Demon Eye King looked at Fu Qingyang: "How far has your skill improved?"

Fu Qingyang shook his head slightly: "It's not the improvement of swordsmanship, but the sword's will. The skills are already comparable to the rules, and it is difficult to improve. There is a fatal flaw in my slashing. The sword's strength is limited. Even with the blessing of a cloak, it cannot sustain it. I fight across levels and encounter enemies whose level is higher than mine, and I am good at defense. Even if I can hit with every sword, I can't hurt the enemy."

Lingjun sighed: "After all, not every swordsman is called Fu Qingxuan."

The Demon Eye King recalled the sharp sword light that penetrated Tuoba Guanghe with his sword tonight, and frowned:

"What's the price for such a powerful sword intention?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him: "Waste your life!"

This sword intention overdraws spiritual power and essence, burning longevity.

Lingjun: "."

The Demon Eye King high-fived: "Wonderful! From now on you will be the Life-Destroying King under the Lord of the Sun."

"When did you become Yuanshi Tianzun's lackey?" Xiahou Aotian was greatly shocked.

The Demon Eye King touched the sports headband on his forehead and smiled: "I am only loyal to my ideals."

Fu Qingyang said lightly: "Before you pledge your allegiance to your ideals, please pledge your allegiance to me first, Lingjun, what time is it now?"

"It's almost dawn." Lingjun said

Fu Qingyang immediately said: "Take a rest for a day and make a surprise attack on the enemy camp of the Northern Dynasty army tonight."

Lingjun's eyes lit up: "Wonderful, Tuoba Guanghe just promised not to attack the city for three days. In the eyes of the Northern Dynasty army, we must relax our vigilance and rest for three days. This move goes against the grain and can catch them off guard. "

The Demon Eye King shook his head: "Although Tuoba Guanghe was stabbed by you, he has recovered now due to the resilience of the bewitched demon. Defending the city is still difficult. Taking the initiative to leave the city is tantamount to courting death."

Fu Qingyang looked grim:

"Xiahou Aotian, I need you to make something that can fix six torches on a piece of wood. Magic Eye, after dark, you lead five thousand men and horses quietly out of the city, each carrying six torches, and attack the Northern Dynasty military camp Right wing. Remember, make a big noise and let the Northern Dynasty's scouts discover you in advance.

"Thirty thousand troops will come out of the city to make a surprise attack. Tuoba Guanghe will definitely lead his troops to fight in person. You have to delay for twenty minutes for me, and I will lead the main force to attack the Northern Dynasty military camp head-on."

Demon Eye pondered for a few seconds and said: "If we delay it for twenty minutes, all five thousand soldiers and horses will probably die."

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "When fighting on the battlefield, we must not only use our troops like gods, but also use our troops like clay. Tonight, I will make the Northern Dynasty's 400,000-strong army lose troops and lose generals."

Next, he began to describe the detailed deployment, including but not limited to setting fire to grain, slaughtering horses, destroying siege equipment and other arrangements.

After the three of them chewed and digested, Fu Qingyang said: "Summon the senior generals of the Southern Dynasty to the military machine hall for discussion."

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.