The old coachman hurriedly rode his horse to the side, lowered his eyebrows, and let these military masters pass by first.

After this large number of people and horses galloped past and gradually disappeared into the streets, the old coachman got on the wheel, urged the horses pulling the cart again, and pulled Zhao Ting to Datong Academy.

"Old man, who are those who passed by just now?" Seeing that the old coachman was rarely speechless, Zhao Ting in the carriage asked softly.

The old coachman turned his head and glanced into the carriage, and replied in a low voice: "Those are Ying Longwei of the imperial court!"

"A few days ago, I saw a large number of Ying Longwei, thousands of people, coming out of the northern city, I don't know where they went. See these Ying Longwei again today..... It is said that Ying Longwei is directly under the orders of the imperial court, and local officials cannot mobilize them at all. But now that they are frequently mobilized, is it possible that something big has really happened in the DPRK and China?"

The old coachman cast a puzzled look at the place where Ying Longwei had disappeared, muttered a few words, shook his head and said no more.

......

It's thousands of miles away.

The imperial capital of the Dawu Dynasty, Youjing.

This majestic inner city of the imperial capital, Qionglou and jade are lined up, and there are gorgeous high pavilions towering into the sky.

Crimson palaces rise from the ground, perched on white marble foundations, and from a distance, they seem to be embedded in the snow, ethereal and illusory, like a cloud.

The palace has a red roof, a golden gate, surrounded by ancient trees towering to the sky, green grass is shady, red walls and yellow tiles, golden and brilliant, which makes people spontaneously have a solemn feeling.

Today the sky is very blue, blue and transparent, cloudless, but it is a good weather with a good wind and sunshine.

Outside the Changle Palace, under the same platform.

The second-grade official of the Wu Dynasty, Nakata Mingyuan, was standing under the white jade steps under the scorching sun. The heat of the sun made sweat gradually ooze from his forehead, and the sweat wet the high black crown he wore on his head, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

But he didn't choose to stretch out his hand to wipe the sweat, but looked up at the sky, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes: "The sky is vast......"

He was thinking about his thoughts, but a small yellow door suddenly stepped out of the Changle Hall with his sleeves folded, and called out loudly: "The emperor has a decree, Xuantian Aiqing will meet you!"

Tian Mingyuan sighed lightly and looked at the little yellow door. Xiao Huangmen also saw the opportunity to look at him, and slowly retreated outside the palace gate after bowing.

Tian Mingyuan's face was serious, and after carefully tidying up his clothes, he climbed the jade steps step by step and walked towards the Changle Palace.

The main hall is decorated with inverted bell-like flowers, the calyxes are white, the bone china is translucent, and the top of the petals is a circle of different shades of lilac, which seems to be dyed naturally.

Tian Mingyuan lowered his eyes, looked at his feet, and slowly walked to the center of the palace.

There are two black gold copper furnaces on the white pedestal, which are constantly spitting out sandalwood, the sandalwood fragrance is quiet and eye-catching, and the smoke surrounds this deep palace, which makes people feel refreshed when they hear it.

"Long live your majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Tian Mingyuan read slowly, his tone stiff, as if he was saying a line that did not fit his personality at all.

He didn't dare to look up, for fear of seeing the dying man sitting upright on the golden lacquer carved dragon throne in the hall, the dying emperor!

Although the saint is not a male lord today, he is a benevolent and righteous king. What's more, today's saint still has the grace of knowing and supporting Tian Mingyuan. Tian Mingyuan in the past, who was just a small official from a poor family, is the saint of today, admired his talent, and carried him to the court with one hand.

But today, he, Tian Mingyuan, is going to do something ungrateful! For the sake of the great plan, he wants to kill the current saint.

Thinking of the current saint of the previous generation, he is absolutely unwilling to live such a half-dead existence with the "help" of the Zhou family.

He's helping to liberate the saints of today!

Tian Mingyuan comforted himself like this.

"Cough," a gentle cough suddenly sounded in the hall, and then a voice with a majestic manly voice sounded: "Tian Aiqing, you take the initiative to ask to see, but why don't you dare to look at me?"

"Raise your head. ”

Tian Mingyuan smiled bitterly, slowly raised his head, and met the eyes on the golden luan seat.

The owner of the eyes is wearing a bright yellow dragon gon with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the robe, which is vivid and full of momentum. On the top of his head he wears a black crown, which is woven with colored threads in front of the crown, and several white beads of jade hang down, so that people cannot see the face hidden behind the jewels.

seemed to look at Tian Mingyuan for a while, and Emperor Wu Ming suddenly laughed softly: "It's really time to make people old, the old Lord Tian who was bold and had to speak up when he saw any injustice has become so cautious now." ”

"Tian Aiqing, in this Changle Palace, it's all your people at this time, right?"

Tian Mingyuan was silent, only frowning slightly. However, a few small yellow doors who were serving in the palace heard the words of Emperor Wu Ming, and they were immediately shocked, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed like kowtow insects, obviously terrified.

There was a small yellow door standing against the palace gate, and a different color flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly turned around, and wanted to escape from Changle Palace.

"Shui "!

He had barely taken two steps when a sword light flashed from behind him, and he suddenly saw a big man's head roll off his shoulder.

Tian Mingyuan withdrew the blood-stained Qingfeng Sword in his hand, slowly inserted it into the scabbard, his face remained unchanged, and he arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, don't blame, this person is very likely to be the spy that the Zhou family planted beside Your Majesty." ”

"The minister has been removed for His Majesty!"

He was so arrogant, Emperor Wu Ming was not angry, but said with a smile: "Good kill, good kill!"

As he spoke, he coughed violently again.

"Ahem, ahem...... cough,"

Seeing that Emperor Wu Ming's coughing sound became more and more violent, and even the red blood stained the sleeves of the dragon robe that Emperor Wu Ming used to cover his mouth and nose, Tian Mingyuan's eyes finally showed a trace of unbearability, walked up the steps, and gently stroked Emperor Wu Ming's back.

After a while, Emperor Wu Ming finally stopped coughing, looked at Tian Mingyuan, and there was a hint of a smile in his clear eyes: "Tian Mingyuan, who was in trouble in the past, always asked me to help him clean up, unconsciously, he has become the optimus jade pillar of my Wu Dynasty......!

"Ahem...... Chell asked you to come?"

Seeing that Tian Mingyuan lowered his head and was silent, Emperor Wu Ming also knew it in his heart, shook his head and smiled: "This kid is a person who has achieved great things, and in this regard, he is better than his father!"

"It's him, he's too anxious. ”

After a pause, Emperor Wu Ming's eyes gradually flashed with abnormal brilliance, his face flushed, and the whole person suddenly became a lot more energetic.

He suddenly turned his head, winked at Tian Mingyuan, and whispered in his ear: "The edict of the throne was hidden by me in the secret compartment under the bookshelf of the Heart Cultivation Palace, you can take someone to find it in a while." ”

"Also, tell the rebel that after the incident, I must keep you safe and safe, I don't want you to be forced to come down to accompany me before you live enough, and then you will have to complain about me all day long. ”

"Your Majesty......"

I don't know when, Tian Mingyuan's eyes were filled with tears, and in the hazy eyes of tears, the happy scenes of the past when Emperor Wuming were each other's monarchs and ministers suddenly came to Tian Mingyuan's heart.

At this time, he was asked to be ruthless, but he couldn't do it anyway.

"Your Majesty...... Minister, minister should die! Minister......" He choked up, and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Emperor Wu Ming looked at him with a smile, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Perhaps, Cheer...... Can you really serve the people of my Wu Dynasty...... Find a way out. ”

"I ...... Tired. ”

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......"

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The six-year calendar of the Jianming Dynasty of the Wu Dynasty, Emperor Xiao Wei of the Wuming Dynasty, Xue, the cause of death, poisoning.

The murderer is Emperor Wuming's close minister-serving Zhongtian Mingyuan, the incident happened, and the world was shocked!

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