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The Palace of Compassion and Peace is the place where the empress dowagers of all dynasties honored and raised them. Needless to say, it is magnificent. Pavilions, terraces and pavilions are built in the courtyard, and exotic flowers and plants are planted in the courtyard.But now, all the candles in the Compassionate Ning Palace are extinguished, only a few residual lamps are lit in the side hall.The courtyard is full of dark shadows, almost every five steps one post, ten steps one sentry.

Zhang Jingche felt a certain familiar atmosphere, which was the chilling aura that only soldiers have.

"I heard that Uncle Zhongyong has a personal army. They are not many in number, but they are extremely elite. They can be regarded as one of the best soldiers in the Great Yin garrison." Zhang Jingche stepped over the threshold calmly, and said calmly, "I'll surround you today." The Compassionate Ning Palace is supposed to be this fine cavalry army, right?"

Yuezhao smiled: "Commander Zhang was joking. The Jingcai Army was wiped out nine years ago. How can there be any survivors? The ones who came with me today are just a few lonely ones that crawled back from the underworld. Soul ghosts... come to pay back the blood debt from the noble lord in this palace city!"

Sitting by the table, he took off the eunuch's robe and wore a short gown with arrow sleeves, at first glance he looked like a handsome young officer.But after all, he has been in the palace for a long time, and he is used to lowering his eyebrows and bowing his knees. Even if he tried his best to straighten his back, the corners of his eyes and brows still showed traces of femininity and flattery.

"Commander Zhang," he nodded to Zhang Jingche, with a rather polite expression, "Thanks to you for not being afraid of hardships and dangers, and bringing the evidence of my father's injustice back to Beijing... Although the evidence of this crime has become a piece of paper, but I I still took your favor."

He didn't even look at Liu Yanzhao, and he didn't pay attention to the master who had served him for many years, but Liu Yanzhao's face darkened, and he noticed a strange aura from this servant who was familiar with him since he was a child.

It was as if the person he had known for more than ten years suddenly changed beyond recognition, and the painted skin with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes was peeled off, and what was hidden inside was actually a ghost that grinds its teeth and sucks blood.

"Yuezhao, don't let the queen mother go!" Emperor Xinglong couldn't hold back, he gritted his teeth and reprimanded, "You have been in the East Palace since childhood, these years, I have treated you well, is this how you repay me!"

"Treat me well?" Yue Zhao covered his mouth and laughed lightly as if he had heard a big joke. He entered the palace cleanly and received strict training. Overwhelmed, choked by the sound of the wind, bent over and coughed, "Why not thin? Stay by your side, be like a cat and a dog. If you are in a good mood, just take something to reward people. Kick it aside... Your Majesty, you are really kind to your servants!"

Inexplicably, Liu Yanzhao felt that these words sounded familiar, so he couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Jingche. Zhang Jingche didn't realize it, and said softly, "At least he's the queen...why do you make yourself look like this?"

Emperor Xinglong's stern shouting did not change Yuezhao's color, but he lost control of Zhang Jingche's almost soft words.He suddenly restrained his smile, bit the corner of his mouth tightly, and a faint look of wind and thunder flashed in his eyes.

"Who does Commander Zhang think he is seeing?" He whispered, "Young Master Duan? The Major General of Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion? No... I am just a dead soul who has been wandering around in this world for nine years. It's been long enough."

He stood up, walked around the curtain that was blown by the wind, and slowly walked closer: "You already know who I am? You checked me out, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Zhang Jingche said calmly, "The youngest son of the Duan family, named Shizhang, was dispatched to the border nine years ago. On the way, he encountered Beile cavalry. I found out that it has been devoured by wild beasts beyond recognition..."

"That's a blindfold," Yuezhao said with a light smile, "someone is staring at the Duan family eagerly, lest I, the remnant of my crime, will make it to northern Xinjiang alive. Since they want me to die so much, I complied with their wishes and sent a The dead body, so that they can rest easy."

Zhang Jingche shook his head: "You were only ten years old back then, and the incident happened so suddenly that there was no time to arrange these... If I guessed correctly, it was true that you met the Beile cavalry, but you didn't die under their sword, and It was hijacked to the territory of the Beile people, right?"

Yuezhao's eyebrows were gloomy, and she clenched her fingers during his narration.

"Beile is your feud, and even fabricated the injustice of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion, but what you hate the most is not them, but the Central Plains court who believed in slander and ransacked all of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion," Zhang Jingche said in a low voice, "You Hate them, you want them to suffer retribution, you want them to taste the pain you have tasted, so you are willing to be a knife in the hands of the Beile people, aiming the blade at your own blood compatriots!"

Yuezhao closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes twitched wildly.

"I gave them a chance," he said almost nonchalantly, "Back then, when you returned to the capital with the evidence of your crime, I also thought about reining in the horse... As long as the East Palace handed over the evidence of the crime, as long as the late emperor cleared up the grievances of the Duan family and paid my father back... With justice, I can put down the butcher knife!"

"But no...they didn't even think about it!"

Yuezhao suddenly erupted, pushed a tea set on the table to the ground, pointed at Liu Yanzhao and laughed loudly: "Our Qingming and benevolent Prince, His Royal Highness, only cares about our own bright future, and we don't care about others' grievances, blood and tears." Even if I released the news and aroused the suspicion of the first emperor, he would not hand over the evidence, and only cared about pleasing the emperor... Hahaha, in vain I thought that the Duan family would have a chance to rehabilitate, but it turned out to be just wishful thinking, this father and son are hypocritical and cold , Selfishness, it’s all in the same line!”

This rhetoric coincided with Zhang Jingche's. Liu Yanzhao thought of all kinds of contempt and disdain Zhang Jingche had for him, and his eyes turned dark and cold.He ignored his anger, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Jingche, only to see that the man lowered his brows and eyes, neither happy nor angry, and he didn't intend to refute, and a depression suddenly surged in his chest.

"Bloody feud, we have to avenge it," Zhang Jingche said flatly, "I have nothing to say if you want to settle accounts with the present, even if you bloodbathed the Palace of Compassion and Peace, it is your own ability... But what can the people of the Central Plains do to you? You Indulging foreigners and washing the mountains and rivers with blood, are you afraid that after a hundred years, you will have no face to meet the ancestors of the Duan family under the nine springs?"

Yuezhao laughed tiredly, clutching his chest and being out of breath, he hid behind the heavy curtains and looked absently at the candlestick on the table: "No face? They look like neither humans nor ghosts, and I have long been ashamed to see them... Anyway, it’s a death, why don’t I make a mess? Wouldn’t it be fun to ask these hypocritical nobles to accompany me to cry and suffer together?”

"The common people are innocent... am I not a common man? I am not innocent anymore? My family died in a pool of blood. When I was humiliated at the hands of the Beile people, they were dreaming soundly in a peaceful and prosperous age - that was my father's life. Yes! Why can they sleep peacefully while my father is suffering a terrible death?"

"Why... why!"

This night was starless and moonless, Zhu Hong Fanyan, who had been silent for a hundred years, was frightened by the shouts of killing, Yang Fan galloped on the street, brandishing a long knife in his hand, every fight would surely take a life away.

The Beile people lay dormant for a long time, and a sudden thunderous blow was enough to defeat the imperial army and imperial forest army, but they were defeated in front of the elite frontier army.The Marquis of Dingbian took care of Emperor Xinglong and Zhang Jingche who were in the palace, and had no intention of entangled with the Beile people, and fought his way out of the shadow of swords and swords.

"Get the people to evacuate the people, don't let the Beile thieves fish in troubled waters!" He said sharply, "There are also internal responses from the Beile people in the palace, I don't worry, I have to go and see for myself!"

Liang Yi responded, "Yes, Commander!"

Yang Fan rode his horse towards Shenwu Gate, he was about a hundred zhang away, only heard the cries in front of him, but it was Beile cavalry who drove a group of people towards this side.Marquis Dingbian reined in his horse suddenly, and turned his horse's head without hesitation, only to see the cavalry chasing at the front with a knife in hand, chopping down a white-haired old man to the ground.

Hou Dingbian's eyes were about to burst, he untied the long bow on his back, and was about to draw the bow and let it go, when he heard a loud roar from the oblique stab: "Don't hurt my people!"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, and saw a group of flying horses galloping towards them. The knights were all wearing the armor of the Forbidden Army, and the leader was Fang Huai, the deputy commander of the Forbidden Army.

When he rushed to the front, he didn't bother to greet Yang Fan, and first fought with the raging Beile people - he fell into a disadvantage within two rounds.Yang Fan didn't say anything, he rushed forward with his horse's belly, his long saber protruding like lightning, and suddenly swiped away two curved sabers that were pressing in front of him.

Fang Huai was born in a family, and he has never left the beautiful and prosperous capital in his life. He never thought that he would have the opportunity to fight the northern Lemans, and he broke out in a cold sweat after being shocked by the two sabers just now.Seeing that the Qingqi under Dingbianhou's command joined the battle group, the situation immediately reversed. He let out a sigh of relief, not knowing whether he was grateful or ashamed: "...Master Hou!"

Yang Fan has been hiding in Beijing these days, and he has seen all the hidden activities of the family. How could he not know that the chaos tonight is caused by the family?He was about to question Fang Huai, but when he remembered that this person put him in the city at the risk of failure, he desperately rescued the people in the city just now, he couldn't help venting his breath, and after a moment of silence, he said: "There are no fewer than one hundred thousand people in the city, use their corpses Can you sleep soundly at night if you pile up your own way to climb high? When you dream back at midnight, won’t you see the ghosts of the people come to collect debts?”

Fang Huai may be a dude, he may be mercenary, but he is an official of the Han Dynasty after all. He grew up listening to "serve the country with loyalty" since he was a child. .Yang Fan's two questions were not serious, but his face was flushed, his lips were trembling, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "I... I don't know..."

"Maybe you really don't know, but the crime has already been done." Yang Fan sighed, raised his hand to stop Fang Huai's hesitation, "You don't need to explain anything to me. In a hundred years, just go to the one who died in vain tonight. Let the common people share their grievances."

Fang Huai's face turned purple, and he wanted to defend himself but couldn't speak.

Most of the people who were driven away by the Beile people were old and weak women and children. A woman seemed to have injured her legs and feet, and fell in front of the horse, holding her belly and crying.Fang Huai was close, and he caught a glimpse of the woman's swollen abdomen, which was clearly pregnant. Thinking of his wife who was also pregnant at home, he hurriedly fell off the horse and helped her up: "Are you okay? Did you hurt the child? "

The woman covered her face and sobbed: "The housewife is fine, it's just my husband..."

She suddenly burst into tears, her body was on the verge of falling, and she fell down as if she was extremely weak.Fearing that she might fall, Fang Huai hurriedly used both hands to half-support and half-support her. In a blink of an eye, the panic-stricken woman suddenly raised her head and showed him a ghostly smile.

Fang Huai was startled, and pushed the person away, but it was too late, two silver lights flew out from the woman's sleeve, one entered Fang Huai's chest, and the other went straight to Yang Fan!

This happened in a hurry, no one could react, Yang Fan was in a hurry to slash his knife diagonally, only heard a soft "Keng", the hidden arrow broke into two pieces, the remaining half was unabated, and it was actually nailed into his chest!

In an instant, the voices of "Marshal" one after another can be heard endlessly, but it seems to be separated by a layer, and it seems to be distant and close at times.Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and after recovering for a long time, he found that he fell off the horse's back at some point and was hugged by the general.

"Marshal!" The general panicked, and there was a cry in his shout, "How are you doing? You, hold on!"

Yang Fan touched the arrow in a daze, and when his hand was covered with blood, he knew that the arrow was extremely dangerous.Holding his breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fang, where is Commander Fang?"

The general gasped for breath, and it took him a long time before he said, "Commander Fang...has died in the line of duty."

Yang Fan was silent for a while, and sighed softly.

The dude who was born in the splendid land of Jiaoliang ended up dying in battle and turning himself into a loyal soul. Is this the kindness of fate, or irony?

The soldier seemed to have thought of something, reached into his arms, frantically took out a few bundled oiled paper bags, and stuffed the pills inside into Yang Fan's mouth: "Marshal, hold on! Mr. Zhang explained that if there is a What, go to the palace to find him, he is skilled in medicine, he will definitely save you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman who had just assassinated suddenly let out a loud laugh: "It's hopeless...he was poisoned by my Bei Le's voodoo, and it's hopeless!"

Hearing this voice, Yang Fan seemed to have known him before. Holding the hand of the soldier, he gritted his teeth and sat up: "You, you are..."

A soldier had long ago tied up the woman, and brought her closer like a chicken.The woman raised her head, her face was stained with blood and tears, but her eyes were as bright as ghosts, staring at Yang Fan with hatred and pleasure: "Dingbian Hou, you should pay back the debt you owe!"

Yang Fan moved his lips, and called out a name almost inaudibly: "Su... Rina..."

"Hahaha! You killed my husband, burned our cattle and sheep, and drove us from the grassland to Mobei...you butcher, you have finally received retribution!" Su Rina looked up to the sky, laughing wildly, "But Khan, did you see it? I avenged you... I finally got my revenge!"

The soldiers were furious, and they stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar: "You witch... hand over the antidote!"

Su Rina looked at him proudly and resentfully, the corners of her mouth curled up secretly, a trace of black blood slowly oozing out, dripping on the dusty skirt.

The general caught a glimpse of it, and exclaimed, "No, she committed suicide by taking poison!"

The soldiers who grabbed her stretched out their hands to break her mouth, but Su Rina's face darkened visibly. She lay silently on the ground, her eyes still fixed on Yang Fan.

"Damn Central Plains people, you will pay the price for your sins. The Longevity Heaven has cast a curse on you. You are doomed to die a bad death. You will struggle and cry in the sea of ​​blood forever..."

Su Rina didn't finish her sentence, she had already lost her breath, and she couldn't rest in peace after death, her bloodshot eyes were full of resentment and resentment, she stared at Dingbianhou.

The most beautiful flower on the prairie, carrying the tempered venom and curse, withered on the road to Huangquan in a foreign country.

Yang Fan covered his chest, and suddenly coughed hissingly.

He lowered his head, and found that the hidden arrow nailed into his chest seemed familiar—it was a silver shuttle with two sharp ends, the sharp point even penetrated the leather armor, and penetrated three points into the flesh and blood.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, suppressed the spiritual consciousness that was on the verge of drifting back to the backbone, and gritted his teeth: "Go... go to the palace! He has a way!"

The soldiers hastily agreed, but did not dare to help him onto the horse, so they picked up an overturned ox cart from the side of the road, tied it behind the horse, and dragged him towards Miyagi.

"I won't die," Yang Fan thought calmly and clearly, "He is still trapped in the palace, if I die, what will he do? Even if I die... I can't rest in peace!"

With a "boom", thunder rolled across the sky, and bright lightning shone through the night.