Hidden Blade Chapter 80: Da Zhou Sheji is tied to one body

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Zhao Xingyu stands in front of the Weiyang Hall of Putian Palace.

An old man in a red python robe by his side led dozens of powerful figures in the Great Zhou Dynasty to kneel here.

It was early spring in February, and the sky was drizzling.

This group of people has obviously been kneeling here for a long time, and even this drizzle has soaked their clothes and hair. And it seemed that it was to show some determination, and none of them opened this true element barrier to block the rain.

Zhao Xingyu looked up at the dusk of the sky a little helplessly, then bowed his head and said to the old man headed: "Mr. Deer, it's not early, and your Majesty should rest. Why..."

It's just that his kind words of persuasion were interrupted by the old man's sonorous voice before it was finished.

"It's about the people of the world, the century-old society of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhao Tongling does not need to persuade, if your majesty does not see the ministers today, the ministers will kneel and die in front of the Weiyang Hall to tell the sages and heroes!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, but finally put away the meaning of continuing to persuade.

He stood there thinking for a while, and then ordered his guards to look at this group of people. After all, there are many old and rare antiques among them. If they are showered in the rain, they will spread it out, whether it is to the big The reputation of Zhou court or His Majesty is not very good, and a group of imperial doctors not far away have been waiting for orders.

After explaining all this, he straightened his clothes and walked into the closed palace door behind him.

......

Stepping into the gate of the hall, the candlelight in the hall is leisurely, illuminating the whole hall with magnificence and magnificence.

On the high platform of the main hall, a woman in a yellow robe is holding a pen and looking at the memorial in her hand. Such memorials are on the left and right sides of her desk with a thick stack of almost half a person. Zhao Xingyu knows very well that the pile on the left has not yet been marked, while the pile on the right has been marked.

Although the woman's picture is not so glamorous, it has an indescribable taste that makes Zhao Xingyu inexplicably fascinated.

At this moment, the woman frowned and stretched her face from time to time, as if she was worried about the pile of thick memorials in front of her eyes, but this smile touched Zhao Xingyu's mind.

"What's the matter?" Suddenly the woman's voice sounded in the hall.

Zhao Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, and came back to his senses.

He knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Deer and others have been kneeling outside the temple for two hours..."

"Oh." The woman didn't look up, her attention was still focused on the memorial before her.

"Mr. Deer and Zhang Cheng are of equal age..." Zhao Xingyu hesitated slightly, but still couldn't bear to say at that time.

"They like to kneel, so let them kneel. Anyway, this time is not bad." The woman's voice was extremely calm, as if she was not moved by Zhao Xingyu's words.

And indeed as he said, this is not the first time Mr. Deer and others have done such a thing.

From the very beginning of Zhuxian who reopened Chang Yesi, to the reduction of the military salary allocated to the Jizhou Mujia Army, and now that Linglong Pavilion is set as the state religion, a series of things involve too many interests and entanglements. It’s hard to say a word. The game between monarchs and ministers also happens from time to time. Such kind of kneeling and petitions like forcing the palace are more frequent. Although each has a concession, the Sacred Heart is no longer Tiance Mansion. It is already known to the court. It's something obvious.

Take the establishment of the state religion this time as an example.

For the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tiance Mansion was firstly not an organization established by the imperial court. Secondly, although there were orders issued by the imperial hall every time the palace head was replaced, the new palace head was actually selected It was decided by the current palace lord himself. In a sense, the imperial order had a symbolic meaning that far surpassed its practical meaning.

In the final analysis, Tiance Mansion is something between the Jianghu sect and the imperial palace gate.

In other words, Tiance Mansion can be regarded as the state religion of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but this status is not declared to the mouth like the Longyin Temple to Daxia, it is more like some kind of default consensus.

The significance behind setting the Linglong Pavilion that had been close to Zhu Xian as the state religion couldn't be more obvious-in order to suppress the now overwhelmingly powerful Tiance Mansion.

Any emperor doesn't like the existence of such a giant in the land under his control. Of course, Zhao Xingyu also understands the mind of this unprecedented empress.

But he still couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty, Da Xia is in the army again, and the spies in the front bring the news. The minister of Da Xia State Zhujiang will probably lead the army to suppress the border after the autumn, and the Mujia army will be in Jizhou. Deep-rooted, to resist strong enemies, your majesty may still need to rely on..."

This is natural enough to be euphemistic, but the meaning can't be better understood. Without the support of the Mu's army, Da Zhou would not be able to guard the Sword Dragon Pass.

It seems to have noticed that Zhao Xingyu speaks a bit more today than in the past. The empress raised her head at that time, looked at the young commander of the forbidden army, and said with a smile: "Some people in this world are very strange. ..."

"They care more about famous festivals than everything..."

"For example, the king of Northern Xinjiang, even if my brother slaughtered his family, didn't he still clear all obstacles for me in Da Zhou?"

"In this great week of the world, anyone can commit chaos, but his shepherd family will never do such a thing."

The woman's tone was extremely calm when she said this, but there was a certainty that made people hard to question in her calmness.

Zhao Xingyu had heard of the frontier battle, and he was even more fascinated by the Mujia army. This iron-blooded army that has been facing Daxia for hundreds of years at Jianlongguan is compared to his uncle Zhao Wang Zhao Chu The hundred thousand euphorbias under his hand may be worse than the others.

He was a little puzzled because of this, and couldn't help but ask again: "Since your Majesty believes in this pastoral army so much, why do you want to..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Xingyu paused. He felt that it was a bit wrong to ask questions like this. After all, questioning the emperor was not something he should do for his subjects. Therefore, he received the talk and fell silent.

But the words have reached this point, how can the woman not hear the latter?

The female emperor who has always been gentle and soft, her eyebrows sank at that time, and a hideous color appeared on her eyebrows: "Because... he was involved in things that shouldn't be involved..."

"Counted people who shouldn't be counted..."

......

Zhao Xingyu came to the gate of a mansion called Linglong Mansion with a heavy and composure night.

As the name suggests, the immortal from Linglong Pavilion and his disciples live in this mansion now.

There was a secret decree hidden in his arms. Yuwen Nanjing did not tell him what the secret decree was, but he could probably guess one or two of them. Yuwen Nanjing seems to have made up his mind to eradicate Tiance Mansion, and as the most important ally of Tiance Mansion, the Jizhou Mujia Army, who has a **** feud with Zhu Xian, is obviously counted as a thorn in Yuwen Nanjing's eye and a thorn in his flesh.

The contents of this secret edict can be seen from this one or two.

Zhao Xingyu could not judge whether such an approach was right or wrong, but he felt very uncomfortable.

It feels uncomfortable as if the chest is pressed with a heavy load.

He admires Yuwen Nanjing, and since he saw the woman for the first time that day, he has determined his mind.

If Yuwen Nanjing’s move is only to consolidate his own royal power, Zhao Xingyu is unacceptable, but he can live in peace. After all, he grew up on the edge of Youzhou, and he was struggling with the royal power of the Central Plains. There is not much feeling.

But he knows very well that the most fundamental reason for Yuwen Nanjing’s approach is because...

Because of that man named Xu Han.

The dead Palace Master of Tiance Mansion!

As for what happened in the Chang'an Rebellion during the replacement of Huangquan Springs, although the big figures were secretive about it, Zhao Xingyu still vaguely heard some rumors. It seems that this was also the reason why Yuwen Nanjing killed Xu Han. Blame it on the people represented by Tiance Mansion.

For Xu Han, Yuwen Nanjing was able to do this, and what position Xu Han was in Yuwen Nanjing's heart, Zhao Xingyu is also not difficult to guess.

Thinking of this, he not only grew more irritable.

But after all, he couldn't go against Yuwen Nanjing's meaning, so he gritted his teeth and walked into the palace gate in front of him.

......

The world has rumored that Linglong Pavilion is a place to save the dead and heal the wounded.

His medical skills are enough to dominate the world. For Linglong Pavilion, Zhao Xingyu's senses have always been quite good, but when he followed this disciple-like servant into this mansion, he was a little surprised.

Whether it is the decoration in the palace gate or the disciples of Linglong Pavilion that I have seen along the way, they are incompatible with the Linglong Pavilion in Zhao Xingyu’s impression. They are all silent, and there is probably something indescribable all over their bodies. The cold breath, even the entire palace gate seemed to cover this thin brown breath, which made Zhao Xingyu extremely uncomfortable.

"Here." While thinking about this, the disciple who led the way in front of Zhao Xingyu suddenly stopped. His voice sounded at that time, like the weird atmosphere in this mansion, cold and cold. It was low, like the whisper of a mountain ghost in the forest, it was creepy.

Zhao Xingyu was a rousing spirit, and he recovered. He looked up but saw that he did not know when, he had already come to a door of a house.

"Master is here waiting for the adults." The disciple's cold voice sounded again.

Zhao Xingyu glanced at the disciple, only to see that the other party lowered his eyes, his face was pale, not like a stranger, he didn't want to stay long, and hurriedly nodded to thank the person, then opened the door and walked in.

It's just that the scene in this room door is worse than the mansion door.

In the door of the room, the candle was brightly lit, but it was deep. Zhao Xingyu could only vaguely see the old man sitting on the high platform with white hair scattered, and his eyes were glowing with a faint red light, like a wolf in the woods. Watching his prey.

Under the gaze of that gaze, Zhao Xingyu felt that the blood was not smooth, and his face was slightly ugly.

"The commander of the Great Zhou Imperial Army, Zhao Xingyu, have seen a fairy!" He hurriedly bowed his hand to the old man. For fear of neglecting etiquette, this immortal was offended.

"Hmm." The old man on the high platform responded like this, wondering if he didn't understand the origin of Zhao Xingyu, or looked down on him in his heart. This kind of piety made Zhao Xingyu's face slightly changed, but he didn't know how to continue this topic.

"Hehe, Zhao led a hard all the way, I don't know what happened here?"

But at this moment, another voice suddenly rang in his ears. Zhao Xingyu was taken aback. He turned his head and saw a figure in a purple robe stood up not far away. Maybe It was because the sky in the door of this room was too dark, or the immortal's impact on him was too strong, Zhao Xingyu did not notice the presence of the other party for the first time, although he could not see the other party's appearance at this moment. , But Zhao Xingyu, who had done enough homework before this, quickly guessed the identity of the other party.

"This is the high disciple of Immortal Sagong, Hall Master Song." He hurriedly said to that person, "In the name of your majesty, I will send a secret decree to Immortal Sagong..."

"Let it go there." But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old man on the high platform.

Zhao Xingyu, who was already deeply digging out his secret decree, was taken aback when he heard the words, and a touch of anger would inevitably come to his heart.

He is a little dissatisfied. In a sense, he can be regarded as Yuwen Nanjing’s half spokesperson. Si blank space is so arrogant. This is something that Zhao Xingyu has never encountered since he took over as commander of the Forbidden Army. He frowned. But after all, he didn't dare to confront the immortal, so he could only hand out the secret decree and deliver it to the hands of Hall Master Song beside him, and then he resigned.

......

With an aura of anger, Zhao Xingyu rushed out of the gate of Linglong Mansion. This was a moment of cursing. When this blank arrogant and domineering and arrogant and arrogant, suddenly there was a familiar voice behind him.

"Leader Zhao!"

Zhao Xingyu subconsciously turned his head and looked around, only to see that the person who came was the only Hall Master Song.

He was taken aback for a moment and asked: "Hall Master Song is this?"

"Hehe, Commander Zhao has worked hard, Song wants to send Commander a ride." Song Yueming said with a smile.

This was probably the first smiling face Zhao Xingyu saw in Linglong’s mansion. He didn’t feel bad about Song Yueming. He just couldn’t figure out what the other person was thinking, but after all, he didn’t say anything. He nodded at that time. He said: "Since the hall master is so kind, please please."

The two were convenient to walk side by side on the quiet streets in Chang'an.

"Keqing recently..." Suddenly Song Yueming asked, opening her mouth, feeling wrong only after speaking out, and hurriedly changed her words: "I mean your Majesty has been fine these days?"

Zhao Xingyu probably understood Yuwen Nanjing’s previous experience. Listening to Song Yuanming’s words, it seems that he was quite close to Yuwen Nanjing before. He didn’t mean to pursue it. He simply nodded and responded: "Your Majesty is a **** body, naturally There will be no illness, but it’s busy at noon, and Daxia is restless, so I am always worried."

Speaking of this, Zhao Xingyu frowned slightly, as if he was also worried about this matter.

Song Yueming on the side looked at Zhao Xingyu at the moment, he suddenly laughed: "It seems that Commander Zhao is very worried about your Majesty."

I don’t know if it’s being pricked in the center, or Song Yueming’s smile in her eyes is too meaningful at this moment. Zhao Xingyu’s heart is inexplicably tight, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty manages everything every day, and he is his majesty for the subject. Sharing worries, this is a duty and a responsibility."

It's just that when he said this, he himself felt a bit wanting to cover up, and his face suddenly turned red.

"I understand." Song Yueming nodded again and again, but did not investigate the matter. Instead, the conversation turned, and her tone suddenly sank a little: "Your Majesty wants to establish Linglong Pavilion as the state religion, Commander Zhao wants to come. Do you know it?"

"Huh?" Zhao Xingyu was taken aback when he heard this. He naturally knew about it, but Song Yueming mentioned it suddenly. Could it be that he wanted to bribe him to fuel the flames? After all, once it was established as the state religion, the value of Linglong Pavilion would naturally rise, and as the only disciple of Fairy Si Baikong, the biggest beneficiary was naturally Song Yueming in front of him. Thinking of this, Zhao Xingyu's face sank, and he was about to refuse.

"That must be how the Taiyuan Emperor died, and how his Majesty inherited the Datong, Zhao Tongling should also be clear?" But Song Yueming's voice sounded again at that time.

Zhao Xingyu frowned slightly, but he was a little confused about Song Yueming's mind. He said in a deep voice: "It is said that the immortal Sikong holds the Xingtian sword for the world, except for this faint emperor, just now has the peaceful and prosperous age of his majesty."

"What is the Xingtian Sword, does Commander Zhao know?" Song Yueming asked again.

"The ancient fierce sword was originally a guardian of the Jianling, but it was stolen by the Canghai Liu. It is rumored that this sword is very fierce and evil. With this sword, the son can kill the father, the minister can kill..." The last word of the king Whirled around in Zhao Xingyu's mouth, but couldn't vomit it out, a deep shock of shock appeared on his face. At that time, he turned his head and looked at the purple-robed boy~IndoMTL.com~ but he didn't know how to continue.

At that time, Song Yueming's eyes were narrowed, and the cold light in his eyes was full: "The commander can know where the sword is now?"

"Naturally, it is in the hands of Immortal Sikong..." Zhao Xingyu understood it.

"What status is the state religion? It satisfies the appetite of ordinary people, but it may not necessarily satisfy the appetite of an immortal." Song Yueming said calmly.

Zhao Xingyu's expression was immediately complicated. He understood how threatening this matter was to the emperor's power, but he didn't understand why Song Yueming, as the successor of your lord Linglong, would do such a thing?

"The commander doesn't have to think too much." As if seeing the other party’s doubts, Song Yueming smiled and patted Zhao Xingyu’s shoulder, saying: "My Majesty and I are brothers and sisters who have experienced life and death. His Majesty Yu’s concern is by no means less than the commander’s, but one side is the teacher who is as kind as a mountain, and the other is my respected Majesty. Song can’t bear to see the day when swords will face each other, so he has only found the commander and discussed with the commander. Strategy."

"Huh?" By this time, Zhao Xingyu had almost completely let go of his guard against Song Yueming. He took a step forward and looked straight at the boy in front of him, waiting for his later text.

But Song Yueming didn't say much, but smiled and took out an item from her arms and handed it to Zhao Xingyu's hand.

Zhao Xingyu looked intently, but saw that the thing seemed to be a letter that had been sealed in wax. He was quite puzzled and was about to ask questions.

Seeing his body receding, he straightened his clothes with a serious face, and then bowed his hand to Zhao Xingyu and said in his mouth.

"This letter contains the law of holiness, and I hope the commander will give it to your majesty."

"Da Zhou Sheji, your majesty is in danger. At this moment, he is all in command. I hope that the commander will not let his majesty be disappointed."

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