Jincheng is like a beautiful girl who has been wilted by the sun. Taking advantage of the sun being blocked by the surrounding mountains, she quickly covers herself with a layer of dark cool gauze to relieve the heat of the day.

The city gates on all sides were locked up early, allowing the Huang Zi Gong, the common people in the city to enjoy the leisure and comfort in the night with peace of mind.

But tonight is a little different.

Because there are some people who can't stay idle.

With a dull creaking sound, the heavy gate of the southern city was slowly opened, and a general covered in armor rushed in first. Behind him were two thousand well-equipped elite soldiers of a hundred battles.

On the city tower, the guards stood upright, patrolling all sides. The guards of the city gate stood in the middle. With so many eyes, no one seemed to have seen the huge movement just now.

The torrent of iron armor that rushed into the south city without stopping, rushed towards the destination along the wide and straight Nancheng Street, which was directly south.

The Shu Palace located in the center of Jincheng.

The neat and harsh sound of horse hooves instantly suppressed all the noise around them.

He was talking loudly with a glass of wine, shaking his head and listening to music with rhythm, and shouting and blushing, drinking and playing with punches. All kinds of activities in various places quickly ended after an instant shock.

The timid ones quickly went home and stayed home, greeted the whole family, closed the house firmly, shivered in the quilt, and prayed that the dust would settle soon;

The courageous one quietly sneaked towards the source of the sound to see what was going on, which was the topic of talks and capital for the next year.

The square in front of the palace is also located outside the south gate of the palace, which is in line with the rule that the emperor faces north and south.

Zeng Anshi, the leader of the imperial guards of the palace, was pacing back and forth uneasy on the palace walls. His Majesty agreed to transfer all 10,000 guards guarded outside the city to the Xiling Sword Sect, which made him deeply worried.

Isn’t I worried about the end of Tan Qinhu and his ten thousand elite soldiers? What good end would I have if I killed the gods on the mountain?

He just subconsciously felt that without the guards around him, there was really something wrong with the little palace and the thousands of people under his command.

He sighed, there is no way. Your Majesty Yongding has always been very strict in controlling the princes and kings. The army and generals are nominally controlled by the princes and kings, but in fact they are directly controlled by the Ministry of War in Tianjing. If any prince wants to privately accumulate troops, it will definitely be miserable to wait for him.

The king of Shu was a particularly cautious person, and he was not far behind the rules at all. The number of people in his hands was suppressed by him on the red line of the number of people of one thousand, and no more than one can be.

Once I chatted with a friend, and they said that the limit for the Imperial Guards of other princes, palaces, cities and cities is 1,000, but other families have many ways to do it.

A formally organized imperial guard must be equipped with a person who helps wear helmets and armor, and a person who washes and feeds horses. One can't say that one can serve the daily life, and one can be equipped with three or four entourages, and the team can instantly rise to four or five thousand.

Zeng Anshi suddenly realized that, and then he had proposed this method privately to King Qiao Zhou of Shu in a very obscure way, but he never thought that he would get beaten up. King Shu said something, and if he mentioned it again, he would leave with a ruthless words that would never be forgiven.

Zeng Anshi thought about it again and again, perhaps it was the attitude of the King of Shu that could surprise everyone to ask for a hereditary brand from Tianjing City.

Heralds and heralds and heralds and heralds and this throne suddenly became a hot commodity!

Zeng Anshi, immersed in his thoughts, was suddenly awakened by the sound of horse hooves. In a while he was puzzled, he stood on a high place, his eyes shining through the long and straight streets of Nancheng. He first saw the red tassels on his helmet first, and then his vision was instantly filled with the surging torrent of iron armor.

So he used all his strength and roared: "Enemy attack!"

Seeing the large group of people getting closer, Zeng Anshi recovered from his initial shock and kept giving orders, and his followers ordered one by one. In a moment, there were already bows and arrows on the palace city, waiting for the battle.

A soldier hooked the bowstring tightly, and the tip of the arrow always pointed to the faint line in his heart, which was the maximum range of effective killing.

After a moment, the look of horror quickly crawled over his face. The gang of chaotic troops did not stop outside the range, but rushed straight towards the palace wall!

I heard a shout in my ears, "Let me go!"

Subconsciously, he loosened his right hand, and the arrow broke through the air and plunged into a gap between the armor of a chaotic army, causing him to fall from his horse, but the torrent behind him did not stop for a moment, instantly crushing the man into a ball of flesh and whistling by.

Two riders came out from the team, one guarded the left and the other on the right, and the two were not holding big swords and spears used by the soldiers, but each holding a thin sword.

It was these two swords that gently sucked and spit out some sword light, shattering the rain of arrows that enveloped the generals.

Under the rain of arrows arranged by Zeng Anshi deliberately arranged early, the rebel army left hundreds of corpses and rushed towards the palace wall, and then disappeared!

Zeng Anshi rushed to the other end of the palace wall in a panic, watching the incoming riots, cursing the eighteen generations of ancestors who rebelled against their country. He gritted his teeth, took out a whistle from his arms and blew it hard.

The sharp whistle sounded throughout the night sky.

After the rebels rushed in, they quickly dismounted and gathered, and then rushed towards the main hall with a shout.

The first general heard the whistle and looked back at the city tower. He wondered what Zeng Anshi was doing?

Unexpectedly, Zeng Anshi was so cruel that he actually pulled almost half of the soldiers on the palace wall to the front city wall. The dense and violent rain of arrows was probably able to consume most of the arrows stored in the palace wall.

It made me have to bite the bullet and exchange for casualties for time, and pass quickly with my internal response. Anyway, as long as the goal is achieved tonight, it would be fine even if all these two thousand people were told here.

After breaking through the Nangong Gate, on the way to the main hall, you also need to pass a small Nangong Gate. As the name suggests, it is smaller than the Nangong Gate and basically has no defensive ability.

One of the sword-holding soldiers was firmly guarding the general, silently complaining about the names of these palace gates in his heart. It was really down-to-earth, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The general who was running and thinking about things only felt that he was being pulled by someone, pulled him to the side, and then flew up.

After landing, he quickly turned his head and looked at it, exclaiming, "What's this thing!"

Twenty or thirty soldiers rushed out of the Xiao Nangong Gate. Everyone held a small bow and arrow in their hands, stood on the steps, and looked down from a high point, constantly shooting out urgent and fast arrows.

Because the distance was very close, these people were aiming at the gaps in the armor, and the lethality of the arrows was greatly enhanced. The rebels in front of them were harvested like straw, but in the end there were too many rebels. The rebels behind them rushed to the front with the corpses in front. The soldiers looked calm. After each released the last arrow, they smashed the objects in their hands to the ground, and then their heads were cut off by the rebels who rushed upwards.

But after just a stagnation, Zeng Anshi had quickly integrated a group of defenders behind him and shouted and chased after him.

After a secret discussion with the sword-holder beside him, the general decisively divided the army into two groups, one followed him to rush towards the main hall, and even went to capture the King of Shu in the harem. The other group held the Xiaonangong Gate, and under the leadership of another sword-holder, blocked the defenders coming to chase.

When Zeng Anshi rushed to the gate of Xiao Nangong and looked at the soldier who stood first with a sword, he thought something was wrong. This man should be a practitioner.

A snow-white sword light suddenly lit up in his eyes, illuminating his pupils and illuminating the darker night.

When Zeng Anshi's head was flying in the air, the last thought in his mind was to go to his n practitioner!

The soldier killed Zeng Anshi and roared, "The King of Shu is in trouble, the prince will come to the palace to rescue him. Who dares to stop him? It is regarded as a rebellion!"

The defenders following Zeng Anshi were under this sword, with no heads and looked at each other.

The soldier shouted again at the right time, "Put down the sword and let it go!"

The sound of swords falling to the ground made the sword-holder breathe a sigh of relief. His gambling was successful. If these hundreds of soldiers really rushed up and fought for their lives, I would probably have to explain it here.

He quickly asked the soldiers behind him to tie up the people one by one, confiscate the sword, and dozens of people were assigned to escort them aside, and he called the remaining people to chase them quickly.

At this moment, the palace was already in chaos, and the shouts of killing outside the Nangong Gate spread throughout the palace from afar. For a moment, crying and yelling were everywhere.

King Qiao Zhou of Shu came to the main hall accompanied by Eunuch He, a polite palace enshrined in the palace.

The hall gate opened in front of him, which made the rebel general who was leading troops to rush to be slightly stunned. After instructing the soldiers to surround the hall, they took out a firework from their arms and lit the fuse. The fireworks quickly took off with a whistling sound, and then exploded suddenly in the night sky.

The general exhaled a breath of turbid air, calmed down, and accompanied by the sword-holder, he stepped into the main hall.

King Qiao Zhou of Shu had no time to put on the crown in a hurry. His slightly messy gray hair could not be hidden, giving people an old and embarrassed image.

But his expression was calm and calm. He looked at the two people who were slowly walking towards him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The general stood in the hall, gently took off his helmet, revealing a majestic square face.

He knelt down on one knee toward the top and bowed, "Dong Pan pays homage to the King of Shu."

Qiao Zhou had no surprise in his expression, but said calmly: "Dong Pan, why don't he be in Cangwu County, why do you run to the palace to do?"

Dong Pan was stunned. Do you still need to ask this? But you asked me how to answer?

Qiao Zhou sneered, "I'm embarrassed to do it, I'm sorry to answer?"

Dong Pan lowered his head slightly. To be honest, the King of Shu was quite generous to him and always trusted him. He asked others for money, but he never said anything, but there were some things he could not do after all.

Qiao Zhou looked at the sword-holder again and asked with a smile: "What's the point of yourselves?"

The sword-holder pulled off his helmet and held the sword and bowed slightly to Qiao Zhou, "Chai Yupu, Qingxi Sword Chi, have met King Shu."

Qiao Zhou turned his head to look at Eunuch He, and his smile remained unchanged. "Gu really wants to see which son is so successful that he can invite such a big shot to help."

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On the top of Heming Peak, a few lanterns light up in the pavilion.

Xun Yu shook his head, "As a national teacher, he treated the princes with such means, which is not a long-term solution."

Xun You looked at the father opposite him calmly. This sentence sounded like what he taught him at home many years ago, "Xiao You, do things in the long run, and care less about the gains and losses of a temporary place, and be worthy of the world and yourself..."

Xun You shook his head hard. Useless nostalgia and sentimentality were one of the most useless things he thought. He slowly said: "You should know why."

Xun Yu sighed, "Even if you want to deal with me, it will be too unprofitable at the cost of the country."

Xun You also shook his head, "It's good, it's good."

Xun Yu looked at the chessboard with his eyebrows tightly, raised his head, and his forehead was squeezed with deep head-up patterns, "This is not fair to Qiao Zhou."

Xun You shook his head again, "It's fair. Otherwise, why do you think he can get a hereditary?"

Xun Yu nodded, a little surprised, "But Qiao Zhou will still be very sad."

Xun You spread his hands, "It's hard to achieve both worlds."

Xun Yu picked up a chess piece, "Then it's time for me to respond!"

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"Father, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Four fast horses rushed straight to the gate of the main hall before stopping, and even the steps in front of the gate of Xiao Nangong were rode straight into the horse.

The first person turned over and got off the horse, ran to the hall, stood at the entrance of the hall, calmed down a few breaths, walked in slowly, and said what he had just said.

Qiao Zhou narrowed his eyes, "You just rushed in on a horse?"

The prince of Shu King Qiao Wan, who was dressed in a gorgeous dress, looked full of joy of victory, "Aren't you afraid that your father will wait for a long time?"
To be continued...