When Ding Daquan returned to the east gate of Lin'an, it was almost the hour of Hai.

Because it was too late to approach the city gate, there were few pedestrians passing by at the city gate. Except for a few merchants who had traveled long distances and didn't want to spend the night in the big car shop outside the city, the soldiers guarding the gate could not see a few people.

"Ah~~~~!" The city gate official yawned and came to lock the door with the key. The city gate rules of the Song Dynasty were not under the control of the gate guards, but were protected by the special city gate officials. When the door was opened and closed, the city gate official must unlock the lock himself.

He rubbed his eyelids and looked at the dark night view outside the door. He was about to order the soldiers to close the door, but suddenly he saw a team of officials from the Song Dynasty holding signs and lanterns carrying sedan chairs, coming in a hurry.

"It's so late, which husband wants to enter the city?" The gatekeeper asked the guards in surprise.

The soldiers replied: "Mr. Ding, the Privy Council, just left the city. When he went out, he said he would come back in front of the door. He must have come."

"Didn't Lord Ding go to Guanzhong? Could it be that he will be back today?" Although the sect official was small, he held the key to enter and exit the Kyoto capital, and he was very clear about the information about the entry and exit of the Kyoto officials, so he became even more and more strange.

"I came back this afternoon and went into the city. I went out after dark. I heard from him that he was going out to comfort a noble man who had not entered the city." The soldiers were careful and understood clearly.

While we were talking, the team arrived at the door, and a large group of people rushed into the city gate, blocking the huge door.

The head was a huge and round general, covered in armor, which looked scary, and the doorman had the sensibility. He was tactful and did not come forward to disturb him. Instead, he retreated to the side and bowed to the sedan chair.

The general glanced at the left and right, stared at the doorman at one glance, and walked over with a big stride.

"You are the key-holder, right?" the general grinned, with an angry look on his face, and his tone was so stern.

The doorman's heart beat for a moment and hurriedly replied: "Yes, I'm down..."

"Give it!" the general stretched out his hand.

"What are you going to do?" The doorman was stunned and instinctively looked up.

"Get the key." When he looked up, he happened to meet the black-armored general. The murderous aura on the other party's face almost made the gatekeeper unable to stand firm for a moment. He almost sat on the ground, unable to make a sound, and even forgot to call for help from the gatekeeper next to him.

Liu Chi snorted, stretched out his big hand, twisted the doorman's neck, lifted his whole body up like a chicken, and took out the other one on the doorman's body twice, taking out the key.

"Haha." Liu Jia laughed twice, turned around and looked at the sedan chair, and raised his hand.

The sedan paused for a moment, then continued to move forward, plunging into Lin'an Street, which was still crowded.

More than two hundred black-armored soldiers followed closely, without exception, with their helmets and armor, fully dressed. The heavy armor pressed the barbarians' bodies very heavy, and they made neat bangs when they stepped on the stone street.

Everyone was carrying a huge black sword. For some reason, the blades were wrapped in black cloth and did not light up. They were not so eye-catching under the lights on both sides of the street.

Liu Zheng looked at the dozen or so Song sects who were already in different places in the city gate, threw away the sector who was strangled to death by himself, and shouted loudly to the hundred ghost soldiers who stayed: "Close the city gate, leave ten people to guard the gate, take the keys and wait for the brothers of the Longxiong Flying Tiger Army. The rest, follow me to the city tower and open the arsenal!"

The ghost soldiers did not agree loudly, but just acted in the darkness, and quietly took down Lin'an East Gate like a group of ghosts in the night.

The sedan chair ran along the Imperial Street towards the Imperial City.

The pedestrians on both sides looked at the incredible scene in surprise: On the night in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, a team of solemn black armored soldiers, hugging an official sedan chair, running on the imperial road, as if no one was around.

People all over the street were talking about what was going on? Could it be that a big man from the Privy Council was traveling? Otherwise, how could there be such a big scene?

But the scene of dancing and singing is like smoke sings all over the city. The scene that passes by in the blink of an eye only stays in people's minds for a short time, and everyone throws it away, drink and enjoy it.

When drinking and singing, you should live up to good times.

In the sedan chair, Ding Daquan gritted his teeth and was sweating profusely.

The heart is full of emotions, surprised, afraid, afraid, confused, and chaos.

He secretly glanced at Changsun Hong who was huddled in the sedan chair with him, feeling the coldness of the iron armor on the man's handsome man's body, and the big stone in his heart became heavier and heavier.

It happened that Changsun Hong was also watching him.

The two of them met each other, and Changsun Hong smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing Lord Ding, I have to ask you to send me another trip."

He took the short knife in his hand back from Ding Daquan's waist and inserted it into the boot.

Ding Daquan still maintained a stiff standing posture held by a short knife, swallowing his mouth and tremblingly plucking his courage, asking: "Sir Changsun...what are you going to do?"

Changsun Hong shrugged and took out a huge Mo knife from behind. The knife was so big that it was almost as high as the space inside the sedan chair. It was just now wrapped in cloth and stuffed it behind. Before he could realize it, Changsun Hong pulled off the cloth wrapped in the blade, and the bitter cold light almost made Ding Daquan unable to breathe.

"What are you doing? People from the countryside want to go to the imperial city to see the world." Changsun Hong carefully wiped the blade with a black cloth and replied with a smile.

Ding Daquan's heart was tightened. He wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout. He wanted to shout but couldn't scream. He had to suppress his inner fear desperately. His mouth opened and closed several times before he felt a shock from the depths of his soul.

"You want to rebel!"

Changsun Hong glanced at him, without saying a word, and thoughtfully rubbed his knife. The sedan chair was very narrow. Changsun Hong's thick armor occupied most of the space, squeezing Ding Daquan aside.

Ding Daquan tried his best to maintain his body in a curled state. His hands were squeezed on the wooden board and could not be lifted. He bent his hands like this, half shocked and half afraid of eating.

"You, you are crazy! The official family recruits you as your son-in-law. It's so great that you are going to rebel! You are crazy! Crazy!"

"You can't succeed. There are imperial guards, tiger wing troops, and Mizhou troops in the city. You can't succeed. You will be killed and will implicate me, you..."

Ding Daquan said incoherently, and looked depressed and almost burst into tears.

"Calm down, Lord Ding, calm down." Changsun Hong wiped the big knife cleanly, hugged the knife in his arms, and comforted him: "It's not that you are going to rebel. When you arrive in the imperial city, your errand will be over. I will arrange someone to send you back."

Ding Daquan's panic expression suddenly became frightened and he struggled violently: "Send me back? Where to send me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Changsun Hong slapped him in the face, which made Ding Daquan calm down suddenly, covering half of his red and swollen face, dazed.

"If you are obedient, you won't die. Take my people to the Privy Council. Today is Jia Sidao's turn? He should live in the Privy Council's duty room next to the imperial city. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, it will be very easy for you to take my people over there. Do you understand?"

Changsun Hong threatened evilly, like a villain who had abducted the population.

Ding Daquan nodded instinctively, his eyes blank.

At this moment, the sedan paused and then placed it on the ground.
Chapter completed!