The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Since the two princes conspired, the Beijing army quickly began a large-scale purge, and those who were transferred from afar were promoted, and the closeness and estrangement became clear within a few days.All of a sudden, hundreds of thousands of soldiers had a plan in their minds—the Prince of Jin was going to make a move!

Jin Wang's side is orderly, and Han Qi, who has been secretly accumulating strength for many years, is also orderly.The number of troops transferred from Jiangdongyuan in the past few days was only [-]. It was said to avoid people's eyes and ears, but it did not lack the momentum it should have.Most of the cannons and firearms that accompanied the Zhao army to Beijing were bought by Japanese businessmen as tribute through oceangoing.In terms of numbers and strength, although they are not as majestic as a hundred thousand elites, they are definitely not shabby.

"Soldiers are not enough to make good use of them." Zhao Wang supported the barrel of the artillery with one hand, and laughed in a low voice, which was somewhat sinister in the middle of the night: "Our 'General Zhenwu' is finally going to show his prestige! "

Chang Yingxiong, the general in charge of the assault operation, puffed out his chest and was full of confidence: "Of course, this 'General Zhenwu' will blast a big hole in the door of what kind of work it does!"

Zhao Wang hooked his chin, glanced at the warehouse where the artillery was hidden, and lowered his voice a lot: "This matter is of great importance, are you ready?"

General Chang, who was born as a mud-legged son, didn't know a lot of characters, and his words were less thoughtful: "Please rest assured, my lord, everything is ready. When King Jin's army breaks through the North Palace Gate, we can attack from the east..."

Han Qi shook his head resentfully, his face darkened a bit: "With the help of the King of Jin, it is not difficult to break into such a show that has been emptied long ago! The so-called important certainly does not refer to this matter."

"My lord is saying that the prison is on fire?" General Chang squeezed his eyes and curled his lips indifferently.

Han Qi turned around abruptly, grabbed General Chang's collar, his hands were stretched with blue veins, and his teeth were sharply ground together: "Not only to light the fire, I want you to see Wan Zixiao burned to death with your own eyes!"

The careless man was taken aback, but he still didn't want to think about it when he spoke: "The last general takes orders! It's just that the last general doesn't understand why burning a death row prisoner is more important than capturing the palace? If you are the first to become king, you may still be safe." Who will be the emperor!"

"Fool!" Han Qi let go of his hand, touched his chin habitually, and his expression returned to normal, as if the appearance of Yan Luo just now was Chang Hero's illusion: "Our power is far away in the east of the river, and now the flood is still in progress, and a large number of soldiers and horses are walking every step It's hard to move, so what's the matter of directly taking the throne. Han Jing has a deep foundation in Dadu, and he has directly dispatched [-] elite soldiers. We have to be good-looking if we want to take advantage of other people's chassis. As for burning Wan Zixiao to death , of course I have intentions."

Chang Yingxiong lowered his head and gritted his teeth unwillingly.

Han Qi looked away from the door, patted the depressed man comfortingly, and smiled nonchalantly: "Just wait and see! This throne is mine after all."

A nimble figure swayed into Fang Xinyu's bedroom, and seeing that the man had already taken off his coat and was about to go to bed, Qibao still couldn't help calling softly: "Mr. Fang."

Fang Xinyu was taken aback, and couldn't help complaining to himself: "It must be because he usually follows his temper too much, and now he doesn't understand the rules."

Qibao calmed down and approached Fang Xinyu without hearing Mr. Fang admonishing him, "Mr. Fang, there is something I want to ask you..."

"What time is it now? The prince is in danger at any time. As a personal bodyguard, you should not appear in my room at this moment." It is inevitable that you will be a little tempered when you are interrupted, let alone at an extraordinary moment, Fang Xinyu said seriously.

Qibao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stepped back and bowed, but said with some inexplicable grievance in the hoarseness unique to the voice-changing period: "Mr. Fang's lesson is that Qibao will return to the prince's side right now."

"Since you're here, let's talk." I don't know if it's because of the seemingly insignificant grievances, Fang Xinyu couldn't bear it: "If you pretend to be busy, you will be distracted."

Qibao raised his head and asked doubtfully: "We came to the capital to help the prince win the throne? But why is the prince not in a hurry to kill the emperor, but in a hurry to kill a death row prisoner?"

"Death prisoner? Who does Prince Zhao want to kill?" Fang Xinyu panicked and grabbed Qibao.

The reaction to Fang Xinyu was obviously beyond Qibao's expectations, he almost blurted out without even thinking: "Wan Zixiao!"

Fang Xinyu sat back on the bed and muttered: "My lord wants to kill Wan Zixiao... Wan Zixiao..."

Qibao stood blankly for a while, feeling that his Mr. Fang would not give an answer tonight, so he was about to leave, but just as he lifted his foot, he heard Fang Xinyu say: "Qibao, I have something to ask you."

"Huh?" Qibao tilted his head, he was always the one looking for Mr. Fang, and it's rare that Mr. Fang will turn around one day.

"You..." Fang Xinyu hesitated for a long time: "You help me rescue Wan Zixiao!"

Qibao shook his head: "I don't recognize Wan Zixiao."

"It's the person the prince asked you to sneak attack on the Jin Palace a year ago." Fang Xinyu lowered his voice: "Help me save him!"

I came here because I wanted to answer questions, but now I have more questions in my mind, and Qibao frowned: "Mr. Fang is very familiar with that Wan Zixiao? Why do you want to kill one and protect the other? This is who told me to listen!"

Fang Xinyu smiled helplessly: "Wan Zixiao, I can barely recognize him. To him, I am just a stunned scholar; to me, he is my benefactor."

"Benefactor?" Qibao's eyes widened. It turned out that the omnipotent Mr. Fang would also have a benefactor, "Is he a good man? A good official?"

"No", Fang Xinyu sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Qibao, and sighed: "But he could have been. Qibao, you can decide who you want to listen to!"

Qibao nodded half-understood, pushed open the window behind him and disappeared in a flash.

Just like in the past, the officials of the early dynasty were still waiting for the emperor to play in the Hall of Zhenghe, when suddenly the sky-high flames spread from the direction of the North Palace Gate, and the adults of all ministries panicked for a while, either fleeing or waiting.

The palace here is in a mess, all the jailers have been transferred away to serve as the resistance army, and the sky prison in a corner of the imperial city has changed from being heavily guarded to a veritable no-nonsense zone.

When the thin young man appeared in the prison, Wan Zixiao instinctively took two steps back, then thought about his situation, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not true that the well rope will fall after being bitten by a snake for ten years! I'm really afraid You are so small! It's just that I never knew that Prince Zhao was still in such a hurry!"

"Small man!" Qibao, who was poked into the sore spot, gave Wan Zixiao a hard look, and said unhappily, "Follow me! You won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

Hearing it was the accent of a foreign vassal, Wan Zixiao was even more suspicious: "What happened? Why should I leave?"

"They're going to set fire to you!" First, time is running out, and second, Chinese is so hard to speak, Qibao explained extremely impatiently: "You'll know as soon as you get out! I don't know so much!"

The vigilance cultivated over the years and a strong anxiety made Wan Zixiao unable to help himself to suspect the young man who had assassinated him before him, and he followed Qibao and left the cell.Along the way, there were still shouts of grievances in the cells, but the jailers didn't know where they all went. There was no shock as expected, and Wan Zixiao felt like he was dreaming when he completely left the prison and saw the sky again.

"Go through the south gate and leave the capital and don't come back." Qibao stiffly repeated what Fang Xinyu taught him, "From now on, this world will not belong to Emperor Jiayou!"

It was expected, Wan Zixiao didn't look surprised: "Congratulations, King Zhao! Thank you King Zhao for not killing me."

"It's Mr. Fang!" Qibao corrected solemnly: "The one who saved you was Mr. Fang! Fang Xinyu! My lord..."

Before Qibao finished speaking, a loud "bang" exploded in his ears, followed by flames soaring into the sky.Qibao pointed at the dancing fire and frowned slightly: "That's what the prince left for you!"

Wan Zixiao watched the fire spread silently, and said to herself with a chuckle: "Prince Zhao, I'm afraid you will be disappointed! If Han Jing really had my heart in his heart, how could he end up in the situation he is in today."

"I don't understand", the noisy voice completely overwhelmed Wan Zixiao's whispers, Qibao turned his head to look at this pale and thin man and muttered to himself, his two eyebrows almost knit together: "Han people are so strange, say They do things that people don’t understand.”