Shengjing Conspiracy

The skeleton-like crowd in ragged clothes moved forward stiffly. There was no communication between them. Everyone kept their heads down, their eyes empty like walking dead.

With a sudden sound, a large net swooped down from above the crowd, covering everyone firmly. The four corners of the large net were decorated with heavy objects, and the crowd could only be suppressed if they couldn't break free.

Fang Xu stepped on someone who was about to climb out, and looked up at Jing Yun opposite, "The general's jackhammer is pretty good, otherwise it would be really difficult for the two of us to hold down this group of madmen who have lost their minds."

"I don't have many skills, but luckily enough." Jing Yun touched the arrow and let it out, "Just wait for someone to come over now."

The two of them squatted for a whole day just for this group of people offline, and now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As soon as the tense nerves were relaxed, Fang Xu touched his shriveled stomach, took out dry food from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The people under the net seemed to be attracted by the dry food in Fang Xu's hands. Their dry bodies curled up in the net and squirmed towards Fang Xu like fleshy insects. Their godless eyes locked on the dry food in Fang Xu's hands, as if it wasn't a big piece of food. Cakes are the elixir of immortality.

"Hey—these are all starving ghosts!" Fang Xu couldn't bear to be stared at by these creepy eyes, so he could only put it away angrily, "Jing Yun, how did you meet these guys?"

Jing Yun was also very hungry, but the injury on his waist was still throbbing, which made him less eager to eat.

Hearing Fang Xu's words, he sneered, "We marched here to camp and rest, and these guys came at night. If we hadn't been vigilant, I'm afraid they would have been eaten by those two-legged sheep."

Two-legged sheep, during times of war, the people were in dire straits, starved to death everywhere, and those who fled had no food to eat, so they cooked women and children as two-legged sheep and ate their stomachs.

Jing Yun has seen this kind of thing many times, and tried to stop the chaos, but he never succeeded.

Those two-legged sheep can survive when they stop them, but as soon as they leave, those two-legged sheep will be killed in a blink of an eye.

This is the chaos of war in which human nature is wiped out, and it is also the scene that Jing Yun hates the most.

On the night when the camp was set up, the exhausted soldiers who had been traveling all night had just rested when a burst of rough hooting noises broke into the camp, awakening the soldiers who were sleeping lightly.

In the dark night, the refugees were like ghosts crawling out of hell. Their rickety bodies stood up, walked, and crawled. Their bruised and purple eye sockets could hardly catch the bloodshot eyeballs, and their saliva flowed out towards the soldiers.

The soldiers who saw this scene knew that these were not evil spirits, they were refugees who fled here.

If ordinary people see this scene, they will feel pity and give them some food.

But the soldiers knew that they could not give food to the refugees.

The food for the march is limited, and you need to eat in the war. If you don’t have enough food, you can’t fight. If you can’t fight, it means the city falls to the enemy. At that time, there will be more refugees like this walking dead.

Jing Yun also knew this truth, so he asked people to tie up the refugees, and let them go after they left.

But something happened suddenly when they were tied up. One of the refugees seemed to be stimulated by something. He bit the soldier closest to him and tore off a piece of flesh on the other's neck with his teeth. His body was covered with blood.

And the soldier's face turned pale quickly, and he even died on the spot without waiting for treatment. Seeing this scene, everyone present, including Jing Yun, looked extremely pale.

It was Jing Yun who was negligent. He forgot a very important point—refugees are never weak.

The dead soldiers were just the beginning, and then the refugees began to riot and attack the soldiers. Under Jing Yun's order, the soldiers could only take up weapons to fight back.

After chopping off a refugee's head with his backhand, Jing Yun wiped off the remaining blood on the knife. He jumped to a high place and looked at the refugees who kept coming here, his face became more and more gloomy.

How could he fail to understand that the sudden emergence of refugees must have been sent by Shang Lanyun, and it was self-evident for what reason.

Let the soldiers of Dasheng kill the people of Dasheng.

What a disgusting trick.

The refugees rushed up one after another, so Jing Yun didn't have much time to think. He suspected that the breath he exhaled was bloody, his body was covered with blood, and his limbs became more and more tired. He waved the knife in his hand numbly and mechanically. The sight is not clear to the eyes.

What awakened his consciousness was the pain from his waist. When he lowered his head, he saw a child with a big head and big belly but abnormally thin limbs. The child stabbed into his body with a dagger in his hand.

The sharp pain pierced Jing Yun's brain fiercely like a sharp thorn, and he regained consciousness in an instant, only then did he realize that the sky had dawned at some point.

Did they fight all night?

It should be more than one night. Given how tired he is right now, it is possible that he fought for three days and three nights.

Something is wrong with the refugees this time!

Jing Yun, who woke up, pushed the child away, and looked around in a blink of an eye. Sure enough, the soldiers were all in a daze, and what's more, they were almost in the state of refugees.

Spiritualism.

This idea appeared in Jing Yun's mind, and then everything that didn't make sense was smoothed out.

Some people use refugees to use soul-stirring techniques on these soldiers, trying to kill each other here in this way.

Holding the wound on his waist, Jing Yun smiled wryly. Fortunately, he was able to wake up early after receiving such a knife.

"Jing Yun!"

A shout came, and Jing Yun searched for his reputation and found that it was Fang Xu, Xuanyi Wei, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

After Fang Xu left Beijing with his people, he hurried over in one day. Fortunately, Jing Yun and the others were held back and did not go too far.

After Fang Xu led people to suppress the refugees, the soldiers who were not deep in the soul-devouring technique also gradually came to their senses, and they were a little ignorant of what happened today.

Only then did Jing Yun heave a sigh of relief and ask Fang Xu why he came here. After learning that Wen Youqing entrusted him, Jing Yun touched the place on his chest where the small bamboo tube was placed, and it was already empty.

Maybe it was lost in the chaos, and the tracing Gu ran out and went back to the capital to find Wen Youqing, so Fang Xu came to meet him.

"...So that trace-seeking Gu ran out by itself?" Fang Xu looked at him in astonishment, "After fighting for three days and two nights, you can count yourself as a stroll outside the gate of hell, that bug is your life-saver Benefactor, uh, benefactor."

"The tracing Gu was given to me by Yan Yan." Jing Yun chuckled, "Yan Yan is my lucky star."

Jing Yun's facial features are firm and three-dimensional. Because of his foreign blood, his eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people. In addition, he has a thin lip that has been tightened and pursed all year round, so his face looks somewhat cloudy, and he looks fierce and unfriendly. phase and.

But now this fierce face actually showed a smile that can be described as tender as water!

Fang Xu, who caught the smile in his eyes, felt that he was about to go blind. He quickly turned his head to protect his eyes, "I stayed here for two days, and now I have caught the last wave. When are you going back to Kyoto?"

Jing Yun put away the smile on his face, he looked at his subordinates who came on horseback, "Leave today."

Shang Lanyun gave him such a big gift, he must return the gift to make sense.

What's more, his Yanyan is still waiting for him.

The Imperial Study Room, the place where the emperor handles government affairs, is currently owned by Shang Lanyun.

Shang Lanyun was wearing a bright yellow robe, no one in the palace except the emperor would dare to wear this color.

"Is the ironware you ordered ready?" Shang Lanyun was flipping through the memorial in his hand, taking instructions with a vermilion pen from time to time.

"Your Highness, my subordinates went to the Ministry of War and said that they could not make ironware without money, and went to the Ministry of Households. Mr. Cheng said that the treasury was empty and would not give money." The person who reported said with a sad face.

At this time, six days had passed since Emperor Anping passed away, and eleven days had passed since Jing Yun left the capital.

All the forces on the surface have been taken over by Shang Lanyun, as for the invisible...

Shang Lanyun sneered when he thought of those old things who were always against him.

He thought to himself that he underestimated Wen Youqing. He originally thought that Wen Youqing would be more restrained if Jing Yun was taken away, but now it seems that he is even more sharp-mouthed. Don't let go.

Shang Lanyun put down the vermilion pen, leaned on the back of the chair, and smiled, "Now send someone to Anguo Gong's mansion and bring it up and down into the palace."

No matter how sharp-toothed a person would be, he would have worries, and he didn't believe that Wen Youqing would be willing to let go!

At the same time, Wen Youqing on the other side listened to what happened to the military department of the Ministry of Households in Anyi gossip today, and after many days, he finally got his breath back.

I didn't expect the old men to be so brave. According to what An Yi said, the old men are saying directly to Shang Lanyun - "This old man wants to confront you to the end!"

Not only is this ginger still old and spicy, this old ginger is spicy, ruthless and fierce!

Being dragged by the old men, Shang Lanyun was a little bit tied up, but Wen Youqing knew that this was not a long-term solution.

Shang Lanyun is a madman who doesn't care about the consequences. If he goes crazy, the old men can't stop him.

and……

Wen Youqing was worried that Shang Lanyun would start with other people.

Thoughts were growing chaotically, a guard suddenly ran in anxiously, saw Wen Youqing and said: "Master Wen! It's not good!

Wen Youqing's heart skipped a beat, "What's the matter?"

"The palace sent people to surround An Guogong's mansion!" the guard said loudly.

"What? Dark one dark three little five." Wen Youqing stood up abruptly, with a solemn expression on his brows, "Bring some people and follow me."

"Yes!" The three responded in unison.

After Wen Youqing took people to An Guogong's mansion, a carriage stopped in a hidden corner outside the west gate of the palace.

Bai Lu sat outside the carriage, and Jian Jia also got out of the carriage. The two looked at the west door and sighed.

Wen Youqing sent two people to guard the gate six days ago, and they have been guarding it all the time, but no one has come out from here until now.

Bai Lu held a piece of dog's tail grass in her mouth, "Jian Jia, I have something I wanted to ask you for a long time."

Jian Jia stared intently at the west door, and replied without turning her head, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"Why are you so loyal to the master?" Bai Lu leaned on the carriage and said boredly.

"No reason, he is my master, who else can I be loyal to if I am not loyal to him?" Jian Jia sneered angrily, "Could it be possible to be loyal to you?"

Bai Lu sat up straight, frowning, "There must be a reason, what does it mean that he is your master and you have to be loyal, he asked you to kill and set fire, why don't you go too?"

Hearing the seriousness of the other party, Jian Jia also put on a straight face, she turned to look at Bai Lu, "It's because the master won't let me do bad things, so he is the master I recognize!"

Bai Lu was taken aback, Jian Jia didn't bother to answer him and continued to stare at the west door.

After a while, two people suddenly came out of the west side door that had been silent for a long time, and Jian Jia recognized Shang Lanqing from a long distance away.

Prince Shang Lanqing was the only one who could let Wen Youqing send someone to meet him. Jian Jia pulled Bai Lu up and wanted to go, "Bai Lu, let's get through soon!"

Jian Jia was covered by the people behind her before she finished speaking, and she heard Bai Lu whispered an apology in her ear, and then she fell to the ground because of the severe pain in her stomach.

Blood oozing from her stomach, she watched Bai Lu drive the carriage towards the west door, and there was only one thought in her sleepy mind.

Can't be dizzy!

She can't faint!

She had to tell Wen Youqing that Bai Lu had betrayed her!