Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 23: Overturn the universe

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"I'll come too!"

This is a notification method unique to Zhanbei's wild and domineering temperament-specifically used to notify Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fu shook his head, looked at the sky that was burned red by fire, and watched the blue dragon flying and disappearing into the middle of the clouds, his eyes shone with a smile.

For more than half a year, she worked painstakingly, from Zhenwu to Chaotang, slowly laying and rising step by step, until today, she finally grabbed one-third of the military power in the heart of Tiansha's heart, and completely approached Zhan Nancheng. The vow she made when Zhan Beiye left will finally come true!

But now, she has more important things to do. How can she fall short for Shan Jiuren?

She went downstairs and changed her clothes before going out, and someone suddenly said: "I will go with you."

It is the voice of Yunhen.

Meng Fuyao turned around. Against the backdrop of the distant fire, the young boy’s eyes were clear and clear, and the flames were rising and falling. He looked at Meng Fuyao and said: "The prince is injured, and his identity should not be exposed. It is not convenient for Mr. Zong to accompany me. You go."

Meng Fuyao was silent, Yun Hen said again: "Taiyuan's house has sent me several letters asking me to go back, but I haven't answered it, just waiting for this day, when you're done, I can leave without worry."

Meng Fuyao looked at him and didn't know what to say. He remembered that several people belonged to the same country and all had their own careers. Because the Zhenwu Conference was gathered in Tiansha, after this matter, you probably have to leave. For example, Zong Yue, Bacheng is also the same as Yun Hen. It is because he is worried that this last battle has stayed until now. Since I saw Xuanyuan Yun some time ago, he has become more mysterious, and the news is transmitted very frequently, sometimes going out at night. Not knowing what he was preparing for, Meng Fuyao thought about life gathered and scattered like floating mountains. After all, everyone has their own way to go, and on that road, no one can avoid being alone.

Looking at her in a daze, the young man turned his head silently. The two were relatively speechless in the red light and noise rising in the distance. The red light reflected the two people's complexion, but their eyes had a dark color. For a long time Meng Fuyao took a long breath and said: "When you are leaving, you are not allowed to sneak away, you have to let me see you off."

Yun Hen said, "Yes", and changed his protective clothes. When Meng Fuyao waited for him, he asked Tiecheng, who had originally planned to follow her, to go back and called Yao Xun to give a few more instructions.

She took the cloud mark and went straight to the imperial camp. The transfer order in the palace has not yet come down. According to the laws of the Tiansha imperial court, the general has the right to command troops but not the right to transfer troops. She must act according to the order, and Meng Fuyao hurried to the palace again Zhongguo met Zhan Nancheng, and at the gate of the palace, I met an **** who was led out of the palace gate in a panic expression. When the **** saw Meng Fuyao as if he had seen a rescuer, he hurried forward and pulled her sleeve, saying: "Commander Meng, please hurry Quickly follow the minions into the palace......"

Meng Fuyao stared at his hurried look, his eyes flashed, but he pushed him away more anxiously than he was on the face, and said annoyedly: "What time is this and he is still in the palace? Your Majesty did not give me an order. Huh? Didn’t make me go to town to fight!"

She said that she turned around and left. The **** was in a hurry, and grabbed her, crying in her anxious voice: "Commander Meng, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Huh?" Meng Fuyao turned around, "What happened to your majesty?"

"My good commander, let's go and take a look with the minion, please!" The **** pulled her sleeves, Meng Fuyao nodded, Yunhen followed. The **** subconsciously wanted to stop, Meng Fuyao said: " Do you want to stop my confidant guard? What are you?"

The **** shrank his hand, quickly apologized, and took Meng Fuyao all the way to Zhan Nancheng's Qinzheng Hall. Meng Fuyao looked at the dark palace and frowned, "Haven't the three officials of Zhongshu come? "

The **** bowed his head and said nothing, and the noble ministers of the gods were very disgusted with eunuchs. They were afraid that these yin men would confuse the Sacred Heart and disturb the government. Every time they see it, they will face each other. If there is no mistake, find the mistake to rectify it. Death, something happened to your Majesty tonight. As the chief **** of the Palace of Qinzheng, once he informs the three ministers, he will definitely end up dead. In a hurry, he thinks of Meng Fuyao, this beloved young leader every time he enters the palace to talk and laugh. Both upper and lower have a great affection for her, and if she is there, you may be able to escape.

Meng Fu shook his lips with a slight smile. He already understood the selfishness of this eunuch, very good, and God helped me.

She walked quickly into the hall and passed through the candle-fired outer hall. The thick silk curtains fell down, blocking the hall from any light. The thick yellow carpet on the ground fell silent, Meng Fuyao Swapping away those maze-like curtains, scratching and scratching like an inevitable nightmare, while the corners of the hall were filled with smoke, which made people feel lazy and sleepy.

On the last floor of the inner sanctuary, Zhan Nancheng was lying on the couch, his cheeks were blue and his eyes were red and his breathing was heavy. Seeing Meng Fuyao lifted the curtain in, there was a little candlelight in the gap between the curtains, and he immediately waved annoyed. ,"Let it go, let it go!"

Meng Fuyao lowered his hand and raised his eyes to look around the corner of the temple. There were two guards standing there, tall, silent, majestic, and loyal. The guard was on the side of Zhan Nancheng’s couch-belonging to the Zhan clan. The guards raised by the family were loyal, brave and dull. Zhan Nancheng thought they were both troublesome and stupid before. Since the last time they were held hostage, these guards have stayed with each other. If Meng Fuyao is right, Zhan Nancheng’s bed There should also be agencies.

She is now Zhan Nancheng's favorite, but so far, she has not been able to step into his three steps. At this moment, Zhan Nancheng is sick, is she more vigilant or let down? Meng Fuyao stepped forward on probing tiptoes, and Zhan Nancheng immediately turned his head and said out of breath: "Back, back..."

Meng Fu can't move anymore, Gong would like to retreat, and Zhan Nancheng said: "Outside...what's going on outside?"

Meng Fuyao didn't change his expression, "The Beiye has attacked the city."

Zhan Nancheng was shocked, and desperately propped up his body, saying: "Give me the decree... Pass the decree..."

Meng Fuyao looked back and motioned to the **** to send a pen and paper. The **** would also go to pass the minister of Bingbi who was on duty in the Taishu Pavilion. Meng Fuyao said sternly, "What time is this, and dare I delay it? Don't I read? "

Zhan Nancheng said disgustingly: "Don't make a noise...Don't make a noise...Proclaim... Xie Yu and you... Bring the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Camp to defend the city... The Imperial Forest Army is led by Kou Zhongshu and guards the palace. …Let all the three ministers of Zhongshu come over…and send someone to contact King Pingjing in Fujing again…"

Meng Fu shook his pen to walk the dragons and snakes, just write, and said: "Please use the imperial treasure, and give the tiger charm."

Zhan Nancheng tremblingly pressed the armrest in front of the couch and took a seal. Just about to put it on, he suddenly glanced at him and exclaimed, "You...how did you write this..." He grabbed the chapter. To move his fingers away, Meng Fuyao was already smiling, grabbing his hand, and stamping the imperial decree.

Zhan Nancheng trembled all over, and pointed at her torn eyes: "You—you—"

The two guards turned their gazes dullly, and Zhan Nancheng's other hand was also quietly leaning under the pillow. Meng Fuyao smiled and watched, instead of stepping forward, she took a step back. Wei Nu didn't move immediately. .

Immediately Meng Fuyao took out a small cup and a small pot of wine, gently, in front of Zhan Nancheng's face, slowly poured the wine in the pot into the cup.

The sound of water.

The drink was clear, and it fell into the glass, making a pattering sound of water, calm and serene, sounding without murderous, lingering long.

However, for some people with weird illnesses, this is a deadly bell!

Zhan Nancheng suddenly jumped all over, jumped up half a meter high from the couch, and then fell heavily on the bedding. He twitched, panted, and struggled. There were thin bloodshot eyes and nostrils. pop up.

He moved painfully on the couch, swimming like a dying fish spasm, and the blood stains could not help being stained on the beautiful quilt, as stern as a gorgeous color.

The guards do not move--these slaves who have been destroyed with normal consciousness since childhood, received the order: if someone approaches your Majesty and intends to attack, kill him!

But now Meng Fuyao is standing far away, just pouring wine.

She calmly poured the wine in the pot into the cup, and then poured the wine in the cup back into the pot, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Zhan Nancheng's pain is endless.

He screamed and rolled: "Don't--don't--"

Meng Fuyao stopped his hand and asked him, "Where is the tiger charm?"

Zhan Nancheng looked up at her. He was so weak that he didn't have the strength to open the mechanism. He was sweaty and mixed with blood on the corners of his mouth, rolling down, but his eyes were resentful, like crawling out of **** and wanting to eat others. Evil spirits.

Meng Fuyao is unmoved-if anyone has watched his companions and comrades die in front of him by being eaten into a skeleton by ants, no matter how tragically* they die, there will be no more scenes they can't face in this life.

Everyone who harms others is always harmed, that's all.

Seeing that Zhan Nancheng didn't answer, Meng Fuyao took the Huozhezi out of his arms and approached the pot of wine.

Zhan Nancheng's expression immediately changed. He stared at the Huozhe in horror, as if he saw 10,000 poisonous snakes suddenly added to his bedding.

"Don't--" he whispered silently.

Meng Fuyao immediately opened his palm to him.

Zhan Nan was trembling and reluctant to speak. Meng Fuyao threw the fire fold in his palm and said lightly: "Death is not terrible. What's terrible is the torture before death. Your Majesty, you like it. The latter way?"

Zhan Nancheng closed his eyes. He no longer has the strength to think or hate anything. He only feels vaguely in his heart that he has committed an irretrievable huge amount since Changhan Mountain chased and killed Beiye. Mistake, and then he fell into a foresight trap, Zhenwu Conference... the young leader... In Wuji became a male favorite, the depressed 250 commander... Bei Heng was killed... His illness occurred early... It turned out from the beginning , He fell into the stubbornness of other people's calculations.

He failed to kill Zhan Beiye, so he would eventually lose his life.

And he...who is he? He and Zhan Beiye, one looted his land, the other took his life as an official, and attacked from the inside. He lost so badly!

The smile of the young man on the opposite side, the glimpse of floating waves like flowers in the water, swayed turbulently in his field of vision. His eyes were gleaming, as pure as snow, and as clear as a black butterfly falling on a glacier.

Zhan Nancheng was hit by such gazes——he was the stupidest one, who actually believed the incomprehensible eyes between Prince Wuji and him, how could such brilliant eyes be possible? Owned by an aggrieved male pet?

Zhan Nancheng finally closed his eyes, raised his painful finger that had broken nails, and pointed at the top of the temple.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw the inconspicuous corners on both sides of the roof, each with a decorative beast head, the beast's mouth opened slightly, and the golden light flashed.

Meng Fuyao smiled, measured the position of the beast's head, selected the left beast's head, flicked his fingertips, and a little golden light fell.

She was holding the tiger charm and holding the imperial decree and walked out. Suddenly the wind rang behind her. She grabbed it with her backhand, and the thing slid away from her hand. Meng Fushao immediately flashed back without turning her head, and the knife light flashed back, violently The wind of the sword lifted up the heavy curtains, and the thing still slipped past the tip of her sword.

Meng Fuyao was startled in his heart, and hurriedly slid away, but the thing was chasing him, whizzing and hitting it as fast as sound and light-you didn't notice it, it arrived.

In his busy schedule, Meng Fuyao turned around with the knife, and had no choice but to take it hard. As soon as he turned around, he felt a fishy odor. A pair of deep purple eyes were close to the eyes. When those eyes blinked, there was a purple mucus flying around!

And Meng Fuyao's knife has been shot out, just to splatter the liquid, most of it is blocked by Meng Fuyao's gas, but there are slender lashes like eyelashes, which hit her eyebrows at close range. .

Meng Fuyao's heart was cold--under his pride, he was careless!

"哧——"

A sword came in suddenly!

The thin and long sword, the silver light of the sword, flashed a meteor-like arc in the dark in an instant, and it penetrated Meng Fuyao's face faster than sound than light, and it stirred her hair. Wu's eyes can't be opened, the cold light shimmers, sharp and domineering.

Then, the sword stopped instantly!

Moving Meng Fu and shaking his eyebrows, he stopped.

Coming quickly, stopping faster.

The silver light of the sword flickered endlessly, and it was extremely close to Meng Fuyao's front door. She almost blinded Meng Fuyao's eyes or penetrated her temples, but didn't even cut Meng Fuyao's longest eyelash. drop.

The sword must be stopped in front of her eyebrows, and the purple liquid just splashed on!

The dark room! Matte! The key is close at hand! Silky venom.

What amazing wrist strength and vision is needed for this sword that is so precise that words cannot describe it?

With a sound of "chi", the purple liquid spread out instantly, polluting the clean sword face into a turbid black, and the center where the liquid fell into, slowly corroded a hole... so powerful!

Meng Fuyao let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Yunhen gratefully—you save me again!

She immediately drew the knife to kill the purple monster, Yunhen closed the sword, and when she retracted it, he struggled with strength. The wrists seemed to have been dislocated due to the control too hard, and the vest was full of cold sweat, and the shirt was tight. Stick to the body tightly, like a rope.

The sword just now... the best sword in his life.

At that critical moment, he had been waiting outside the curtain to hear the sound of the wind, and he saw nothing when he lifted the curtain and saw the venom that was about to enter her.

He shot it without thinking about it, but now he looks back and thinks about the sword just now, only to realize that he didn't see anything clearly when the sword stabbed.

With his skill, such a hasty sword will only poke a hole in Meng Fuyao. Then, how did he get it out? How did you control that sword so well? What kind of power is such a great sword miraculously realized?

Yun Hen sighed, closed his eyes, and thanked God.

Behind, Meng Fuyao strode over, and while wiping the blood from the tip of the knife, said: "Unexpectedly, this last tiger charm is also a linkage mechanism. The monster on the right is hidden in the head of the beast." She looked at the **** underground. The purple ball said again: "Yunhen, your swordsmanship is getting more and more refined, and I can't use this sword."

Yun Hen smiled, Meng Fuyao opened a face to his face, and said in amazement: "What's wrong with you? So much sweat?" He took out a sweat towel to wipe his sweat, thought for a while and passed it over. Said: "I'm clumsy, hey..."

Yun Hen took it, but put it directly in his arms. Meng Fuyao blushed. When he didn't see it, Yun Hen looked at Zhan Nancheng, who was already unconscious on the couch, and said, "Don't kill? Keep Ye Changmeng."

"This is what I want to ask you." Meng Fuyao said: "Zhan Nancheng can't kill now. I pretended to order hundreds of civil and military officials to gather in the outer hall of Qinzheng Hall to trap the right to mobilize the army. The three major ministers of Zhongshu, the three senior officials, will surely enter the temple if they are anxious, and keep Zhan Nancheng and the guards, you can win their trust and delay the time, here I ask you to act accordingly and stay here as my guard. If things have changed, please kill Zhan Nancheng. If it is done, please... kill him in the end!"

The cloud mark shook, Meng Fuyao smiled helplessly, and said: "Zhanbei's ambition is soft, he may not be able to kill his brother. Keeping Zhan Nancheng is definitely a cancer... Let him be clean. The emperor of the net, the crime of killing brother, I will bear it for him!"

She laughed, with a candid smile: "Anyway, I seem to have made Lao Zhou Grand Master the second, and the evil spirit is the second minister first, haha."

Yun Hen looked deeply at her with a bright and fearless smile that bravely broke through and took on everything. After a while, she opened her eyes and said: "Okay!"

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile, and handed a Wolong bag that had been taken off from Zhan Nancheng, and said: "Take the emperor to make the princes, and the husband is the same!" He gave him the wine glass and water bottle, and Yun Hen took it. After that, he asked in amazement: "What is Zhannan's illness? Why is it so weird that I can't hear the sound of the water or see the light?"

"I don't know." Meng Fuyao shrugged, and Zhan Beiheng told her of Zhan Nancheng's illness before she died. After she went back, she asked the Mongolian doctor. The Mongolian doctor carefully asked about Zhan Nancheng's expression. , I even asked about the color of her nails. After a few days of tinkering, she gave her a little powder and asked her to apply it on the sleeves of the official robe to see Zhan Nancheng. There was no need to do more, just wave the sleeves more. Zhan Nan Cheng is generally not close to people, but when she gave advice to the Golden Temple the day before, she danced and swung her hands and swayed. It is estimated that the unlucky emperor should have sucked it. As for what kind of illness Zhan Nancheng is, she only thinks that she is afraid of water and light. It’s a bit like rabies, but it’s not quite like it. Rabies does not have seasonal onsets. It has always died at the first shot. 80% of the hands and feet are made by Mongolian doctors. The use of powder that is probably in the category of neurotoxicity will aggravate the original. Symptoms, slandered his central nervous system and made it irritated and convulsed.

Hey...Poor Zhan Nancheng, how many great people have calculated it at the same time...

Reassuringly smiled at Yunhen, Meng Fuyao opened the curtain, and grinned at the **** who was silly outside the curtain: "Is it good to hear?"

The eunuch's face suddenly paled, and he took a step back and knelt down with a thump, kowtow desperately: "Leader Meng is forgiving, leader Meng is forgiving..."

"What did I kill you for?" Meng Fuyao patted his shoulder with a smile, and put a pill into his mouth, "I'll give you candy...sweet? Send me the order after you finish it."

The **** hesitated to accept her imperative, her fingers trembling constantly, Meng Fuyao smiled and said: "Tell me well, I will give you sweets when I come back." She suddenly looked cold, and said: "Your Majesty is now What is it like, what is the dynasty now, you know best, what to do, do you understand?"

The **** raised his eyes and took a peek at the dark inner hall, where the slight and heavy breathing of the dead spread, and the last history of the seven years of Tiansha Qianqiu was written in a loud voice, and beyond the city gate, The young and brave celebrity is galloping on a horse... Doomed death, doomed end, who would have lost all of his future for such a **** annihilation?

He bends down respectfully.

Meng Fuyao smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Congratulations, you have become the first batch of servants from Long Neilong to His Highness King Lie!"

The eunuch’s eyes brightened, and he took a small step out. Meng Fuyao sneered slightly. Because of his miserable experience, the **** is the most selfish and selfish dog, the most focused on personal interests, threatening to subdue the town. Before and after glory, she was not afraid of him going out of the sky.

She strode out of the temple and turned on horseback outside the palace gate. Tiecheng and her guards had already arrived in two carts. Meng Fu nodded and went to the imperial camp. The imperial Feihu camp commanded Jian Shuang. Jin Zheng was anxious like a hot pot ant, he saw her hurriedly greeted him, and said: "My lord! But the order to transfer troops is here?"

Meng Fu shook his head, frowned and sighed: "Your Majesty doesn't see anyone, I haven't seen it."

"Why is it like this?" Jian Shuangjin rubbed his hands again and again, "The opponent's offensive is fierce, but the men of the 100,000 imperial battalion are not moving. This...what is this!"

"Is Commander Jian questioning your Majesty?" Meng Fuyao squinted at him, "Your Majesty Sheng Cong, is it you and I can guess?"

Jian Shuangjin was startled, and quickly lowered his head, and said: "Subordinates dare not..." Meng Fuyao let out a cold snort, and went back to the chamber first. Jian Shuangjin followed behind her and said in a low voice: "My lord, will In the foreign monarch’s order, your majesty did not issue a transfer order. You can also ask the three ministers of the Chinese Academy of Sciences to issue the order with their one-third seals..."

Are the three major ministers in the book of Zhongshu's transfer of troops to India? A faint smile appeared on the corners of Meng Fuyao's lips... Yao Xun should have completed the task, right? It didn’t take a long time for the "God Hand" to be itchy. Now he is a big one. He must be very happy. I hope the three ministers can keep a piece of underwear to wear...

She stopped and took a look at the famous impulsive straight man in the imperial camp... It is easy to kill him, but killing him at this time would be a horror. Besides, this guy is brave and good at fighting, leaving it to the future of the war. It’s good to use it...the idea just turned around in an instant, then he smiled and turned around and said: "The commander Jian said that the pan is surrounded and things are urgent. Heavenly generals should not be afraid to assume the role of defending the city. If your majesty has not transferred orders , Let’s go and invite the three ministers. The three ministers did not order. Let’s pull the team up to the top of the city by ourselves! Any guilt, I will bear it in the future!"

She spoke with impassioned spirit, and Jian Shuangjin heard blood boiled and tears filled her eyes, and said loudly: "Never let the leader bear the responsibility, half of his own subordinates!" He whispered ashamed: "Subordinates... ashamed... before Almost suspicious lord..."

Meng Fu patted him on the shoulder, his eyes looked deep into the distant sky, and said affectionately: "The wind knows the strong grass, and the loyal minister is stern..."

Suddenly a thunder struck down in the sky, and thundered a tree into a mess in the wind, outside and soft...

Jian Shuangjin is still blaming himself, and Meng Fuyao has said gracefully: "Okay, the battle is about to come, please lead Jian to rectify and check the camps. Please also call the four deputy commanders of Yao, Liu and Wangsu. I have some details. Be sure to discuss with them."

Jian Shuangjin hurried away very happily. Meng Fuyao waited in the chamber, and the four deputy commanders came over for a long while. These were all friendships with Meng Fuyao who played Pai Gow by throwing dice and betting on Pai Gow, and they are also familiar with each other. Li, the four people smiled as soon as they entered the door: "I don't know if the adults are calling, what is the order?"

Meng Fuyao sits high on the seat, sipping a cup of tea, lightly clothed with a gentle mood, she waved her hand, and the main chamber door suddenly closed.

As soon as the four of them were startled, Meng Fuyao waved his hands again, and her personal guard presented two plates, one plate was full of thumb-sized pearls, and the other plate was a dagger.

The bright pearl gleamed in the dim meeting room, eye-catching. All four of them have seen the world, but they have never seen so many high-quality pearls of this size at one time. Bright pearl illuminates.

Meng Fuyao watched their reactions with satisfaction and calmly drank tea...These were selected by her to make friends. In the commander-level dice and Pai Gow activities, the baht must be worth an inch. Contestable characters, how can such a character have any perseverance and integrity?

She has been gambling every day since she entered the imperial camp. It is not in vain. It is still a trivial matter to send money to buy people's hearts. It is the most important key to use Pai Gow to guess the people who can be attracted.

The dark room deceives the heart, and pearls are like snow. When the eyes and breathing of the four people are oppressed by the round baby and become unstable, Meng Fuyao puts down the tea bowl, and the fine porcelain bottom hits the rosewood tabletop with a crisp sound. The man raised his head lightly.

"I'll give you a wealth of wealth." Meng Fuyao pointed at Pearl.

Everyone showed bewildered joy, but Meng Fuyao pointed at the dagger again:

"Or, a killing."

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A quarter of an hour later, the chamber door slowly opened. Meng Fuyao still smiled high on the seat. The Pearl and the capital were gone. The four commanders sat down, looking at her with a nervous smile, with a little bit in their sleeves. weight.

After a while, the other commanders came to the Chamber. The three imperial battalions. Each battalion should be assigned a commander and two deputy commanders. However, the quota is not full. For example, the leader of the Feihu Camp is Mongolian At present, besides Meng Fuyao and Jian Shuangjin, who is in charge of the patrol camp, and the first four deputy commanders, there are also the Vice President of the Imperial Camp, one deputy commander of the Feihu Camp, and one deputy commander of the Feihu Camp. , A deputy commander of Feibao Camp.

Zheng Hui, the vice president of the imperial camp, was a close associate of the former president Xie Yu. Xie Yu was downgraded to the Ministry of War. He thought that he had the potential to be promoted to the president. He didn’t want His Majesty to grant this important post to the stinky child Meng. Fuyao, Zheng Hui naturally couldn't be convinced, and had always acted against Meng Fuyao.

At this moment, his thin and pale face is hanging, and his nose, which is longer and sharper than ordinary people, stands there like a sword. After sitting down, he half-rolled his eyes and looked at the sky. , Looked at him with a smile, and said: "Dear commanders, brothers just entered the palace and received your majesty's decree. Our imperial camp assumes the role of guarding the imperial ban. We will change defense with the Imperial Forest Army later."

Everyone in the chamber was stunned, and the deputy commander of the Feibao Camp was stunned: "Our imperial camp has always been the main city defense force. Now that the rebels attack the city, we should immediately send us up to the city to fight. How can we change defense with the Imperial Forest Army?"

Meng Fu shook her knees, frowning, "Your majesty, brothers can't resist." She stood up and said: "Excuse me, everyone, prepare to change defense."

"Slowly."

Meng Fuyao slowly turned and looked to the first place on the left. Unexpectedly, Zheng Hui opened his mouth. He drooped his eyelids, his slender nose twitched, and said slowly: "My lord, the imperial camp is a fighting army, no The Yulin Army who was watching the gate for the empresses, the adults actually took the orders without saying a word? Why didn't they fight with your Majesty for reasons?"

"Dare to ask Master Zheng, how should I fight for reasons?" Meng Fuyao smiled and asked him amiably, "I should say to your majesty, oh my majesty, your imperial forest army is not capable of fighting. It's rusty. Why don't we fight at the imperial camp. Should we watch the gate or the gate?"

Zheng Hui suffocated, and said disdainfully for a long while: "Sir, don't tell me, I'll tell you!" He got up and left.

"Stop!"

With a loud drink like thunder, the stunned and glorious leaders all jumped and buzzed, and a blue and white enamel porcelain vase on the Eight Treasures frame fell to the ground, splashing to pieces with a splash. Cyan fragments of porcelain flicked around, and several deputy commanders flinched their feet back.

Zheng Hui also gave this loud shout that his heart beat like a drum, and then he remembered that the famous 250 commander was the leader of this real martial arts conference. He wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to stop stiffly. , I heard that the young leader, who had always been gentle and full of spring breeze, suddenly thundered and furious, and his momentum was like a violent storm.

"Zheng Hui!"

She spoke with spring thunder, furious, and sternly said: "I can't help but remind you. I am giving you an order, not discussing with you. If you feel that my order cannot be carried out, it means that we There is no longer a relationship between subordinates and subordinates. There are two ways to solve this problem. One is that I will not be the presidential leader, and the second is that you will not be the vice presidential leader. And I do not plan to not be the presidential leader. Then if you If you continue to resist my orders, I have to give you two ways. One is to immediately lead the generals to execute my orders, and the other is to immediately lead the generals..."

Zheng Hui was stunned by this large, fast and clear word front, and his heart was beating like a galloping horse. He was frozen there and didn’t know how to react. Subconsciously waiting to hear her last words, Meng Fuyao suddenly He lifted his clothes, stepped on the ground all over the broken porcelain, and pounced like an angry dragon goshawk.

"Kill you!"

When she swooped, the violent infurience rolled up the broken porcelain on the floor, and flew around. The commanders subconsciously raised their sleeves to cover their faces. Only the dark black clothes were seen in the air between the sleeves. Passing a pitch-black blade-like arc, the condensed air was split in a flash, and the person was already in front of the stiff Zheng Hui, with **** like a phoenix head, one peck, one pinch!

"Chuck."

A very slight sound, like the sound of a walnut being crushed.

Everyone was shocked and nailed to their seats instantly.

The only thing that moved was Zheng Hui-his throat was surging strangely, his throat made a weird noise, his neck collapsed, but his body fell straight down.

With a bang, he fell on the ground full of broken porcelain, hitting a dull echo. Gradually, thin blood flowed out of his body. It was blood from the skin cut by broken porcelain, not much. It's not too thick, creeping slowly like a snake, creeping to the feet of the leaders.

The commanders wanted to shrink their feet and escape, but suddenly realized that they couldn’t move. At the moment they were shocked by the shock of Zheng Huis’ being killed, the few who were first bought by Meng Fuyao with Mingzhu The colleagues quietly stopped.

They looked at Zheng Hui's body, and then at the colleagues beside them, they were silent for a long while, and no one resisted.

Meng Fuyao stood in front of Zheng Hui's body and smiled slowly.

Kill the fewest people and achieve the greatest effect-Changsun Wuji said.

With her preparation and ability, she can completely kill all the leaders, but why bother? Why push people to a dead end, cause unnecessary resistance and bring variables? Let them see the death of their boss, and let them see that their colleagues have betrayed, wouldn't it be easier to give up the struggle and completely submit?

People have a herd mentality, everyone is desperate-take me to death! Everyone surrendered-that would not be a difference to me.

Meng Fuyao stood in a pool of blood, raised his head a little tired, and looked towards the head of the city. There was not enough time. Her airborne troop only had time to obtain the position of the president at the last moment, occupying the commanding heights of power. It’s not enough to fully establish her authority and let the imperial camp follow her to rebel. What she can do is to try to put the key to Pandu’s one-third of the strongest military power, the fierce snake Qi Cun ,defeat!

Let the four deputy commanders go to the palace to change defenses, and the others surrendered with Jian Shuangjin. Meng Fuyao let out a sigh of relief and left the Huangying camp and walked out. Just walking out of the camp, he bumped into one head on. people.

Xie Yu.

Meng Fuyao squinted at him, thinking that this kid didn't actually go to the Qinzheng Hall according to the decree? This is a bit troublesome.

Xie Yu looked at her with a sullen face. Just about to speak, Meng Fuyao had already spoken first. She smiled and took out the tiger charm and her own decree from her arms, and said: "Xie Shilang came just right, to accompany me to receive Are you from the Imperial Guard? Your Majesty asked me to command the imperial camp and the Imperial Guard and be responsible for the defense and defense of the city."

Xie Yu saw the decree, his brows jumped, took it and took a closer look, and then took a closer look at the half of the tiger charm, he had been with the soldiers for a long time, and naturally recognized these things, his face turned white, but Still indifferent: "General Meng is young, I'm afraid I can't take on this important task. The three ministers of Zhongshu have just given me an order to temporarily take the Imperial Guard and fight with General Meng. What I mean is, General Meng Xinzhong, The general still goes to the palace to defend your Majesty. I will do everything on the city."

"Oh?" Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The three major officials of Zhongshu have issued a transfer order? Can you give me a look?"

Xie Yu hesitated again, then slowly took out a piece of order from his arms and handed it to Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao laughed when he saw it.

She smiled and pointed to the order below. There was only one leaf seal at the seal that was supposed to be the mark of the three leaves. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Xie Yu with a smile, and said in a funny way: "I only heard about the three leaves. Qi Zhizhong Daling, but I never heard that a leaf can be counted as Daling."

Xie Yu's face twitched, and he said coldly for a long while: "This matter was ordered by Kou Zhongshu and will be executed underneath. But what is the guilt? Kou Zhongshu and I will lead the crime before your majesty drives. Commander Meng, you should take the order. ."

"There is no such saying," Meng Fuyao returned the order to him, sneered: "Xie Shilang's request is really absurd. Holding one-third of the order of the middle book to adjust the army, he actually wants to deprive him of his imperial decree and army. The military power of Zhonghu Talisman, does Xie Commander think that one third of Kou Zhongshu's Zhongshu Ling is more sacred than His Majesty’s Imperial Decree and Tiger Talisman?"

This is already very serious, but Xie Yu did not respond, "Kou Zhongshu has led the Guards to the city to fight the enemy. He said that he is a civil servant who can fight the battlefield for His Majesty's Shroud and is better than Jinxiuzhu. Surrounding the old and dying wealth and wealth, this is the same for the next. Since Commander Meng refuses to take orders, he will not reluctantly go to talk with the soldiers in the imperial camp."

Meng Fu shook his brows—Xie Yu, this bastard, is actually Zhan Nancheng’s diehard loyal. He has controlled the imperial camp for many years. He is strong and disciplined. He is very much loved by soldiers and is extremely authoritative. He is more powerful than her. The commander who has been here for only a month or two has no idea how much stronger the right to speak. Once he appears, the soldiers will follow him even if the commanders who surrendered to her no longer turn back. Then her actions will be put into effect. Running water.

The thought flashed in her heart, and then she smiled and spread her hands. She said: "What are we fighting for? Isn't it all for the great cause of the dynasty? For the sake of your majesty's authoritarian rule? Just died? Xie Shilang is A veteran of the gods, the old man values ​​the outstanding experience, I am young and shallow, so I can only thank the servant for the first look."

Xie Yu looked happy, took a closer look at her, and nodded: "It's the best."

"But," Meng Fuyao said again: "After all, Xie Shilang holds the incomplete three ministerial orders, but he holds the imperial edict and tiger amulet. Xie Shilang dares to despise the imperial edict, but he dare not. What Xie Shilang thinks is The Shroud of Horse Leather, what I think about is the trust of loyalty, so let’s make a compromise."

She turned around and pointed to the imperial camp, and said: "Two-thirds of the imperial camp are guarded by the imperial palace, and one-third of them are following. With Xie Shilang and Kou Zhongshu's guards defending the city, what if your Majesty has anything in the future? Blame it, and ask Master Kou and Master Xie to mediate on your behalf, how about?"

Xie Yu took a look at the slippery "judge" with disgust, thought about it, and said: "Okay."

He calculated for a moment, Meng Fuyao only brought one third of the imperial camp to the city, no matter what, he couldn't make waves under his nose. With him, Meng Fuyao could command the imperial camp? Your Majesty didn’t know what was going on. Tonight, he sent out messy life frequently. He and Kou Zhongshu desperately resisted the decree, just to save the imperial city from danger. When Xi Laozhong who entered the palace saw his Majesty, he advised him not to be too trusting. Fuyao, get the new decree, and then take all the imperial camp back into his hands.

Pandu has strong walls and cannons. The high walls are the best in the world. There are also five layers of city defenses. Wengcheng, Yangmacheng, and suspension bridges are all available. There are also three sections of trenches dedicated to the cavalry. The city has sufficient troops and complete weapons. Compared with the long supply line of Zhan Beiye, the tired soldiers who have been running for thousands of miles without sleep at the fastest speed, the advantage is self-evident, Xie Yu is very confident-as long as he takes back the imperial camp, he will be able to kill Zhan Beiye under the city!

He glanced suspiciously at Meng Fuyao, who was calmly smiling, thinking that Kou Zhongshu has repeatedly said that this kid is unpredictable, and now that he is willing to hand over military power, it may not be what Kou Zhongshu said.

Meng Fuyao looked at him under her eyes, and the corners of her lips smiled slightly. She clicked on the Huangying Feihu Camp and galloped towards the city gate with Xie Yu. Xie Yu saw Tiecheng driving the cart behind her and was a little surprised. Glancing at him, Meng Fuyao said: "Your Majesty asked me to bring the family members of the two governors of Jin Yanming Lun to the city head and act according to the original plan."

Xie Yu looked happy and nodded. At this time, the two of them had arrived at the city gate, and they saw the fire dazzlingly screamed and shook the sky. The guards in black and the imperial guards in purple were like Running up and down like ants, the machine crossbow on the turret creaked, rotating 360 degrees, projecting a dense rain of arrows, and the two climbed up the stairs. Just as they went up the tower, they saw a clumsy shot of Kou Zhongshu, who was in a messy beard and white clothes. Stabbed in the face of a Canglong soldier who was on the wall, he was slapped far away by the painful palm of the soldier. Everyone rushed to drag him down in anxious manner. Kou Zhongshu was still struggling desperately to pick him up, and shouted: "Shoot. Shoot me! Rock! Rolling wood! Hot oil! Sandbags!"

He shouted hoarsely, and when he looked back, he saw Xie Yu and Meng Fuyao. The black-clothed Meng Fuyao quietly sank in the bright red and bright fire, standing indifferently in the rain of arrows, his face was a little pale, and he looked at him. The expression in his eyes was dark, and the expression made Tiansha's loyal veteran's heart jump. However, the feeling passed in an instant, and the next moment Meng Fuyao greeted him with a smile.

"Master Kou is loyal to the country, and a civil servant has taken the lead, and he will admire him at the end!"

Kou Zhongshu panted and waved, Meng Fuyao walked to the wall and looked down.

Then she saw Zhan Beiye!

The plains under the city are wide and wide, and the flames are raging. Among the cavalry in the line, a figure of a black horse, followed by a group of fierce and fierce cavalry, is galloping in the formation like an angry dragon, gold in his palm The pestle is heavy and beautiful, waving a golden arc like a meteor in the night fire, and he occasionally raises his passing gaze. After such a distance, he can still feel the hardness and strength, the diamond-like sparkle, so brilliant and sharp. The crashed the night sky and exploded the sky full of broken stars.

As far as he passed, people separated like waves from left and right. He went straight to the city wall by a line of black light. Those big slabs of smashed rocks were like children’s toys between his fingers, and were instantly caught by a golden pestle. In the smashing, constant bang, a piece of stone was even thrown by his arm, and it was thrown back to the wall for a long time, and the thick wall filled with rice mash was smashed into a big pit!

True Titans, heroic, fierce, pioneering and brave champions!

Zhan Kitano pulled out a pestle, took a look upwards, and then he was shocked.

He saw Meng Fuyao.

On the high city wall, behind a battlement, a delicate and thin young man with light clothes and thin armor, his hands on the battlement, with a completely different attitude from the tense and fierce guards around him, he smiled and looked down deeply. The black robe and silver hairband were floating in the air, freely, and behind her, there was a huge imperial city standing silently.

Her purity, amidst such busy soldiers fighting in blood, seems to be so calm and graceful, and everything is calm.

It's not surprising for the superiors.

Zhan Beiye looked at her, his chest felt like a heavy blow, and his hands were so soft that he almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly tightened his five fingers, but found that his palm was suddenly full of sweat, so wet and greasy grip. Unable to hold weapons.

After half a year, I missed day and night for half a year, and that kind of yearning is so heavy, day by day, it is superimposed to be higher and thicker than the wall in front of him, standing in his day and night while walking in his sleep, he walked everywhere It’s her shadow. I bump into her wherever I go-I want her to swing a horse while walking, I want to drink hotter water when I drink, I want her unsightly eating when I eat, and I think about it when I sleep. When the two of them were on the same couch, he looked at her back, beautiful and thin, and the crescent moon was close at hand and far away.

Thinking like...Thinking like that, you can't get rid of the inescapable thoughts going around in reincarnation.

He also thought about it countless times, under what circumstances will they meet again? On the golden palace? In the street? In the original mansion? In what way will they meet again? She greeted him with a smile, or did he greet him with a smile?

He even woke up suddenly in his sleep once, and got up with a cold sweat on his face, and he was about to fire up soldiers and horses to rush back to Pandu, and was held back by his subordinates--he dreamed that she was dead that night and squatted down in blood. , Painted something against a pool of blood, and then fell.

He never fell asleep again in the middle of the night, sitting in the yard holding his knees and watching the moon till dawn.

Once again, he dreamed that she didn't wait in Pandu and ran away by herself. After waking up, he was stunned, maybe, Meng Fuyao could do this kind of thing, then he would go to her when he hit Pandu? Still don't fight at all?

As a result, I saw Heifengqi the next day and saw the one-armed Ji Yu, and he was on the road again-men have the responsibility of men, and there are some things that can't be indulged by themselves.

Now... he finally saw her again after half a year away. At the moment when he saw her, he was shocked to realize that the painful thoughts before were not deep enough, and the torment of day and night missed the original and this moment. Compared to thin as a piece of paper, seeing her as struck by lightning, she wanted to run away, her figure to him, like a dry desert traveler who finally met the oasis of life, crawling over—no matter what life and death.

So he really passed, waving his golden pestle, from the rain of arrows, from the bushes of knives.

Meng Fuyao gently raised his finger at him.

She faced the distant but still blazing gaze, raised her index and middle fingers, making a scissor-shaped, playful erection.

"Victory!"

Zhan Beiye stopped and looked at her in amazement, but Meng Fuyao turned around and watched Xie Yu **** the family members of the two prefects.

The few weak women and young youths who haven't gone are bound up in layers, guarded by Meng Fuyao's guards and pushed up the city.

Xie Yu grabbed a woman, held a shield, and leaned out of the city wall to shout.

"Zhan Beiye, this is Jin Yanminglun's family member of the two prefectures!"

The soldiers who had rushed to kill the city wall at the bottom suddenly stopped their offensive. They turned their heads in panic, and Zhan Beiye's eyes became darker than ebony instantly, and his palms were slowly raised.

Xie Yu smiled at the corners of her lips, and peeked out further, saying: "The two governors of the two prefectures, first followed you, and you will fight for thousands of miles regardless of this body, but they will leave you rich and honored and sprinkle blood. Now their family members Just above this city, as long as you order another step to attack the city, I will kill people immediately, and let you guys in the north see what kind of cool stuff you loyal following rebels are!"

The call to kill gradually ceased, the breeze was cold and the moon was cold, the torches ignited like countless stars on the plains, the sound of Bi Bo was faintly audible, and countless pairs of eyes were cast toward the center of the crowd, the handsome man.

At this moment, Wan Jun is silent, waiting for someone to make a difficult decision.

Xie Yu put the knife on a young woman's neck and ordered: "Retreat!"

Zhan Beiye was silent, Senran's eyes were like iron, and he ran into Xie Yu.

Xie Yu was unmoved, the sharp knife in his hand tightened tighter.

"Retreat! You bound yourself up to the city! Otherwise, you are the sinner whom Qianfu refers to!"

Zhan Beiye slowly raised his head and looked at the city wall. His black robe was rolled in the wind, and his handsome face was like corundum under the fire light. He was firm and tough. He stared at the weak **** the wall. , Looking at Meng Fuyao, who looked calm, finally took a step back slowly.

This step of retreat is like the surpassing of the sky, like the collapse of a soldier!

Xie Yu's eyes burst out with joy!

"Ha!"

Snow lights up.

Like a snow-colored flood dragon passing through the clouds on the nine heavens, rising from the clouds with its head high, a choking dragon roars into the world, drinking blood when turning to the side!

A silver light suddenly spit out from the mouth of the tied "weak female family member of the governor of Jinyan Mansion", fierce and outrageous, fierce and swift, and it fell into Xie Yu's eyebrows in an instant!

Blood slowly flowed from the center of the eyebrows, falling into the dust in a straight line, Xie Yu's body, forever stiff on the city wall, beyond the battlement.

His joy was forever condensed in the moment when Bei Ye took a step back. When he died, the expression on his face was half astonished and half joy, forming a weird smile.

He slowly let go of his hand and glanced at one person last.

Meng Fuyao.

The boy stood with his hand on the side of the city wall, with his guards in front of and behind him, smiling at him, calm, serene, gentle, and profound.

With that look, he finally understood everything before he died.

Finally... I lost...

The dynasty...will die.

This is the last thought in Xie Yu's life.

Immediately he softened, planted a battlement, and fell straight from the tallest city wall in the world, and fell heavily in front of the North Mustang with a bang. When the corpse fell, he bounced again, and the broken red, white and white head and yellow dust , Aroused half-zhang height.

At the moment.

Thousands of miles stood silently, watching the death of the last loyal general of a dynasty.

Under the cold moon, the Wanjun was silent.

Zhan Beiye slowly raised his head and looked over the city wall, the black-clothed teenager who was smiling between the wind and clouds, looking at the naughty man, not in line with the solemn atmosphere and momentum at the moment, but it could only belong to her alone gesture.

Suddenly he stiffened.

On the city wall, behind the young man, a man dressed as a guard suddenly walked over slowly, standing beside her without moving and showing no trace.

He stood beside her, in such a suitable position, from the look in his eyes to the smile, it just covered her completely.

He gave a faint look, his eyes swept down the city, and his gaze was a bouquet of king incense,

That kind of grace and dazzling, graceful eyes.