Liu Yiming was naturally so happy that he danced his hands and feet, so he couldn't help Yan Xiao, lowered his knees, and knelt on the ground, "It's my duty to work for the imperial concubine, and the imperial concubine is welcome!"
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The night fell on Waqiao Pass again, Yan Li stood on the pass, looking at the capital, wishing for an angel to fly over and tell him how Rong Chang'an was at the moment.
Well, maybe he moved the gods. Sure enough, in the twilight, four bay red horses, like charcoal, galloped towards Waqiaoguan with vigorous steps, stirring up smoke and dust.
Immediately there were four people sitting there, and by looking at Xuan Hong's clothes, one could tell that they were from Da Nei. They all have tight and stern faces, and their eyes are piercing, as if two lamps are on, sharp and slightly ruthless.
Yan Li couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart: How could the person who sent the message be so cruel? Could it be that something happened to Rong Changan in the capital
Suddenly, doubt climbed up Yan Li's handsome face and cold eyes.
In a gust of wind, the sound of the horse's hooves was even more powerful. The four horses are like four arrows, rushing up the pass.
After a while, a military officer walked up to the city, and said to Yan Li who was standing by the female wall: "Prime Minister Yan, General Song wants you to go to the conference hall to discuss matters!"
Needless to say, those four people must have brought news from the palace! Concern for Rong Chang'an made him give up his doubts and precautions, and following the army, he strode down the pass city and came straight to the meeting hall.
The four horses were not tied outside the shaft gate, but tied to the willow trees in the yard outside the meeting hall. They were all first-class horses, with small heads, big bodies, well-developed buttocks, tight muscles, snorting, and ran away. For dozens of miles, he didn't breathe at all! The horses from Dawan may not be so good!
Yan Li secretly marveled inwardly. Looking at the four people standing in the meeting hall, they are all hulking, standing upright, majestic and murderous, with a big knife pinned to their waists.
"The prime minister is here!" Song Qiang walked out of the conference hall, smiled, grabbed Yan Li's arm, and blinked, "They are from the Grand Councilor, and they said they have news about General Rong to tell us."
Yan Li glanced at the four people, and he knew it already. He sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, took a sip of tea first, and smiled slightly, "Is there any news from Chang'an for you to convey?"
One of them said with a square face: "Under Empress Rong's repeated entreaties, the emperor promised to reward you all. This time we are here to let you go to Beijing to accept the reward from the emperor!"
Song Qiang said happily: "General Rong really lived up to expectations, she must keep her word and act resolutely, and she has never broken her promise to us. Since the emperor sent you here, the prime minister and I will set off for Beijing, and we can wait. Reward, let's go back and close it."
Yan Li coughed twice, and smiled cautiously: "If you came from the palace, you must have a letter written by Queen Rong on your body. After I read it, I will decide whether to go to the capital. Because you also know that there are many scammers recently. , as the Prime Minister of the Great Jing Kingdom, if I was deceived and spread the word, wouldn’t it make people laugh out loud!”
One of them smiled sullenly: "Prime Minister Yan wants the empress's letter, I have it on me, in my pocket. I'll take it for the prime minister to read!"
Yan Li couldn't wait to say: "Bring it to me to see!"
The man took two steps, came two or three inches in front of Yan Li, reached out his hand and felt in his pocket.
"Prime Minister, there are pigeons!"
Suddenly, the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion ran in, holding a carrier pigeon in his hand, and a small wooden tube was tied to the pigeon's leg.
"This is from the capital, it must be Queen Rong..." Before Menzi finished speaking, Yan Li winked at him.
At this moment, Menzi noticed that there were four people who were neither embarrassed nor embarrassed in the meeting room.
The person who said he had a letter from Chang'an suddenly had a cold gleam in his copper bell-like eyes.
"What are you waiting for, do it!"
The man took his hand out of his pocket, but there was no letter in his hand, but a dart!
Phew, the throw is close at hand, and no one else can dodge it. But Yan Li had been prepared for a long time, he picked up the teacup from the table of the Eight Immortals, put it at the throat, stabbed the dart into the teacup, broke the teacup, the fragments fell on the ground, and the tea spilled all over Yan Li.
At the same time, the remaining three people showed their knives one after another, one chopped down the door, one chopped down Song Qiang, and one came to attack Yan Li. In the meeting hall, there was a sudden chaos.
"Damn it, I've seen that you guys are tricky! Tell me, who are you? Who sent you?" Song Qiang held up the grand master's chair to resist the opponent's slashing, cutting, stabbing, and chopping, while shouting loudly, even though There is no weapon in hand, but it is not down at all.
"It's useless to tell you, because today is the day of your death!" The knife was in the opponent's hand, dancing like a gust of wind, and it was wrapped around Song Qiang.
Song Qiang learned the open and close moves on the battlefield, but he has no experience in dealing with the small moves and tricks in the rivers and lakes, so Song Qiang couldn't do anything to the opponent for a while.
Menzi is good at archery, but he doesn't know how to use his hands and feet. He only knows how to dodge when the opponent cuts him down. However, the space in the meeting room is limited, and there are three groups of people fighting in it.
These four killers are vicious in their moves, because it is an assassination, if Yan Li and Song Qiang cannot be killed in a short time, then the four of them will be chopped into meat paste when the army from outside comes in.
Poor Menzi was slashed in the neck by the opponent, and the blood was stained on the white powder wall.
"The door!"
When Yan Li saw that Menzi had died under the knife, his heart felt as if a knife had been twisted. He wished he could go and smash the man who killed Menzi into pieces, but he was entangled by two people, and he couldn't escape for a while. After the assassin killed Menzi, he came to attack Yan Li again. Because Liu Yiming told them that if between Yan Li and Song Qiang, only one can be killed, then Yan Li will be killed.
Enduring his grief, Yan Li unfolded his martial arts and dealt with the three of them. It would have been better if only one person had dealt with Yan Li, but now the three of them were attacking and killing Yan Li together, but they were scrupulous about each other, and dared not let go of their means and slashed and killed with their knives. Only with three rat-tossing weapons, Yan Li was able to play with ease among them. They wanted Yan Li's life, and Yan Li couldn't get away for a while.
Yan Li was secretly surprised: An assassin with such superb martial arts skills is really rare! Did not dare to be negligent.
The back of the grand teacher's chair in Song Qiang's hand was cut off with a big knife, leaving only a seat in its entirety.
Song Qiang gasped, if the fight continued like this, he would die under the sword with Menzi without three or four moves. Moreover, now that Yan Li is being besieged by three people, the situation is much more dangerous than him. In desperation, Song Qiang frowned, thinking about it, when the opponent stabbed with a knife, Song Qiang sent out the seat, and the big knife passed through the seat, and Song Qiang stirred it up.
The other party's face was terrified at this time, and only then did he realize that he had been fooled, and when he wanted to withdraw his hand and withdraw the knife, it was already too late.
Hearing a sound, Song Qiang handed over the other party's big knife: "Now it's up to me to chop you, and see if you are a golden bell jar or an iron cloth shirt!"
Song Qiang drew out the big knife he had handed in, swished, swished, and swished three times, forcing the opponent back. But instead of chasing him, he turned his knife and slashed at one of the besieging Yan Li.
The other party's attention was on Yan Li, but Song Qiang had a big knife in his hand. Song Qiang slashed at his right shoulder from top to bottom.
Song Qiang condensed all his life's strength on the knife, and forcibly chopped off the opponent's shoulder and right hand. Red blood spurted out, almost dyeing the entire conference hall red. The scene was so bloody that even Yan Li subconsciously shrunk his eyes after watching it.
The opponent fell to the ground, screamed and rolled over, rolled twice, then stopped moving, probably passed out.
"Hey, if you want to assassinate my Grandpa Song, you deserve it!"