As night falls, it hangs heavily over the imperial city. Tonight, there are faint stars and a pale moon, and the clouds are rolling, and there is no refreshing autumn atmosphere.
The sky is not good, but the Taiyuan Imperial City is becoming more and more splendid, the palace lanterns are full of ribbons, all the trees are tied with brocade silk, every three steps there is a pot of imperial chrysanthemums in full bloom, hanging from the top The crimson palace cup, the reddish light illuminates the flowers and colors more vividly, and the five colors are blurred and dazzle the human eye.
On the water pavilion in front of Qian'an Palace, there is a jade belt pontoon bridge, blue waves are rippling, red lotus lanterns are floating in the pond, night pearls are hanging on the top of the pavilion, and dried and fresh fruits, water, land and delicacies are on the table. Just sit down.
All the princes had arrived at Qian'an Palace at this time, waiting for His Majesty to arrive in the side hall, chatting and laughing with each other happily, and it was a scene of harmony in the family.
King Qi Xunyi leaned on the armchair, picked up a grape and ate it slowly, squinting at the hourglass in the glass bottle while eating.
At this time, the application time is over.
The West Sixth Palace, which is some distance away from Qian'an Palace, is much more deserted than the main hall. There are not many old concubines, many palaces are vacant, and the palaces are dark and unlit. It was desolate, the wind blew the lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the red halo soaked in the dark night, looking as desolate as blood.
But there was a pair of black shadows, hurriedly heading towards the Xin Palace, they looked like a pair of eunuchs and maids in their costumes.
Those two people were in a hurry, and they often dodged into corners when the guards passed by. They were light in stature, and they didn't disturb anything along the way.
When they reached the Xuande Hall, the two stopped.
Ahead, past the Xuande Palace where the former concubine lived, is the Lenggong Xingong, and after passing the Xingong Yongxiang, is the west gate of the imperial city, commonly known as the "Dead Gate". The corpses of servants and servants in the palace will be dragged out through this door. It is said that Yongxiang has not seen the sun for many years, and the wind is bleak, so few people pass through here.
However, today is different.
In front of the palace wall between Xuande Palace and Xin Palace, there are soldiers like forests, and armored armor shines brightly. Teams of guards are like black snakes entrenched in the narrow alleys, patrolling back and forth endlessly. The guards are so airtight that even a mouse can get through don't go.
The two looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
The palace wall of Xingong is just ahead, but this short distance of tens of meters is now a natural moat, and it is impossible to fly across.
Yun Hen anxiously raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky. There is still a hint of summer in October in the south. When the wind and rain are about to come, even the wind is low and depressing. The damp wind hits the face, as if clenched You can squeeze out the water if you hold it.
There are still three quarters of an hour before the royal family banquet.
Yun Hen's face was ashen, staring at the front, the footsteps of those guards rushing, gradually changed in his eyes, some pictures hidden deep in the memory, after many years, across the River of Forgetfulness, came to his eyes again.
…these are also messy legs, swaying his high angle of view, those hurried legs, stepping indifferent steps in front of his eyes, he panted, stretched out his hands, trying to grab something he could rely on, but was trampled by someone's boots Stopping, he raised his head in pain, but the boots, slowly, rolled over.
Or at the mass grave that night, the night owl flew over the treetops at the end of the forest, his wings rubbed against the rustling leaves, and he moaned like a devil crying. He lay on the wet ground, saw the bright shovel, The bloody mud turned out splashed on his face, blocking his vision, he couldn't see clearly, couldn't see clearly what was in the pit...
Yunhen's breathing gradually became rapid.
When will those nightmares buried in the depths of time find their final redemption
A little spark swirled in his eyes, like a flame exploding, Yunhen suddenly tightened the sword at his waist, and was about to take a step, but was suddenly held back.
Looking back, Yun Hen stared at Meng Fuyao who was holding him, and coldly shook off her hand, the sparks in his eyes twirled and jumped, as if they would fly out at any moment.
Meng Fuyao was also taken aback by his sudden cold and sharp eyes, she saw that Yun Hen seemed to have the urge to single out, so she quickly grabbed him, she kindly didn't want him to die, why is he so angry
With a flat mouth, Meng Fuyao didn't intend to quarrel with him at this time, but just made a quick gesture to signal him to turn around.
Doubt flashed across Yun Hen's eyes, but seeing Meng Fuyao's determined expression, he still followed his words.
Meng Fuyao took a step back, and quietly cut off a branch from a flower tree beside him, held it in his hand, carefully peeled it off, and made it into a certain oblong shape, looked at it in his palm, and then put it wretchedly in his sleeve middle.
The sky was gloomy, but it couldn't hide a suspicious blush that suddenly flashed across her face.
Holding that thing in the palm, it was round, thick and long, rough rubbing against his fingers, Meng Fuyao's face became hot, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly.
Damn, it's really impulsive to stir into the muddy water. The good reputation of this old lady in this life will be buried in this damn Taiyuan Palace.
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Shen Shi, two quarters.
Inside the Qian'an Hall with burning candles.
Qi Xunyi was talking about the superb skills of Huaizuo's No. 1 juggling troupe "Wujiaban", and he was eloquent and eloquent.
He smiled and stretched out his hand to the crown prince, the crown prince moved his head very cooperatively, and Qi Xunyi said in a low voice, "Prince, there is a girl named Juanjuan in that team, she is still a yellow flower, her waist is like cotton and she is unparalleled in appearance, really Ecstasy, ecstasy..."
The crown prince said "Oh?" and said softly, "Since it is a yellow flower, how does the third brother know that she has a 'waist like cotton'? Could it be..."
The two brothers looked at each other and both laughed.
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At the second moment of Shenshi, Qian'an Palace is on duty.
Deputy Commander Tie of the Imperial Guard was about to go out for inspection, when the curtain was lifted, and his immediate superior, Du Wei Yanlie, entered the door.
"The old man will go with you."
The two of them moved their arms forward, and suddenly saw a slender shadow reflected in front of them. Commander Tie raised his head, and Princess Pei smiled sweetly and stood facing the wind.
Commander Tie immediately stepped forward to see the princess who "met by chance", Princess Pei smiled and helped.
A sword suddenly appeared in Xu Fu's hand, and with a flash of sword light, it pierced into Tie Commander's heart.
Commander Tie subconsciously wanted to fight back. Lord Yan, who was beside him, smiled and stretched out his arms suddenly. His sleeves rolled up and clamped Commander Tie's crooked body under his armpit. Commander Tie's head struggled unwillingly under his armpit, rubbing against him. covered in blood.
Yan Lie smiled as before, smiled, and twisted his arms.
Commander Tie's head immediately tilted to one side strangely, and the crunching sound of his neck breaking was covered by the cold night.
Throwing the corpse on the ground, Pei Yuan and Yan Lie looked at each other and smiled.
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At the second moment of Shenshi, the triple gate of Miyagi.
The night wind was like iron, and the sound of hooves crushed the pale moonlight in front of the gate of the Crimson Palace. The guards in front of the gate of the Triple Palace in Taiyuan Imperial City stood upright like javelins, and faint black shadows interlaced on the ground, motionless.
But there is a fast horse that breaks the silence of the night and gallops like a gust of wind. The horsemen are dressed in brocade robes and swords, and their followers are like clouds. They are the father and son of the Yan family who are in charge of the palace guards.
"Your Majesty ordered that the triple gates of Changning, Guang'an, and Changxin be changed urgently!"
The swords reflected the cold light, the iron armor collided with a clanging sound, and the clouds in the sky were flying, and piled up like fish scales, pressing on a corner of the imperial city.
Yan Lie sat on the horse, waiting for the change of defense with cold eyes. The captain of the Changxin Gate Guard was Tie Cangmo's confidant, hesitatingly reached out to Commander Tie for a warrant.
Yan Lie smiled and said, "Yes!"
He smashed a head over with his hands, crushing the captain's head as well. Blood mixed with brains slowly flowed across the lines on the ground, drawing a hideous picture of killing.
The falling human heads and blood stained the sky street, and were instantly wiped away by well-trained soldiers.
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At the second quarter of Shenshi, Daying Camp in the suburbs of Beijing.
Fang Minghe, the commander of the Beijing army, summoned all the generals, read out the order of the king of Qi, saying that the prince was plotting against him, and the Beijing army quickly entered the palace to escort the king of Qin. He had five generals under his command, and three of them immediately listened to the order to dispatch the army, and the two raised objections.
Fang Minghe calmly listened to the opponent's opinion that the Beijing army should not move without imperial decree, nodded calmly, and then waved his hand.
Dozens of spears suddenly pierced into the cowhide main tent, piercing the two generals through seventeen or eighteen holes.
Blood was shot, one after another shot onto the tent, flying criss-cross, the map of Taiyuan behind Fang Minghe was covered in blood, and that location happened to be in the imperial city.
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At the same time, there was a hidden villa somewhere in Yanjing.
In the green screen window, there are pearl curtains and jade fronts, and the bright pearls are shining, reflecting the slender back of a graceful man.
"Kill thirty-one people." He raised his fingers and smiled gracefully. "People don't have the effect of killing too many people. Only when they kill with precision and when they are necessary can they be truly killed."
"Go." He lightly raised his palm, a white imprint flashed faintly, and was instantly covered by the wide sleeves, "This is the first gift I gave Qi Xunyi."
As soon as the voice fell, black shadows shot out from the room like smoke, and shot to every corner of Yanjing—the places they went, the people they wanted to kill, maybe inconspicuous, maybe it seemed insignificant, but it would really affect the key situation , After the outbreak of the incident, Yanjing City was immediately paralyzed due to poor government orders and information obstruction.
The list of the thirty-one people was written in elegant and unrestrained handwriting on gold ink paper.
The magistrate of Yanjing Prefecture, some princes and nobles who have privately recruited soldiers, the post officials of military stations and post stations, the guards of the beacon towers, and the small officials on duty in the imperial city special office to issue news orders to the clerical office...
The death of these people will make the whole of Yanjing no one to adjust and no one to send a message if something happens.
The man bent over to read the list showed admiration in his eyes, but he still hesitated, "The imperial guards are still in the hands of the crown prince. He has expanded privately over the years, and the number has exceeded the establishment. There are 80,000 people. Look..."
"He won't be in time," the man smiled slightly, "unless he can escape Qi Xunyi's killer and arrive at the camp before Xu time."
There was a moment of silence, everyone knew it was impossible.
"Actually, I don't mind if they fight. Taiyuan has not been honest all these years, and it's time to wash his brain with blood." The man stood in front of the screen with sparse plums and pale moon, his sleeves were lightly fluttered, and his black hair was flying away, his smile was like a flowering epiphyllum. Open, but the tone is a little lonely, as if living on the top of the world, overlooking the world, there is no opponent.
"It's a pity that Qi Xunyi won't give Prince Qi a chance. At this moment, there should be no one in Yanjing who can turn the tide of Prince Qi's defeat..."
He stood up with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep and far away, as if he saw some predestined endings through the darkness.
Smile and repeat:
"pity."