Zhang's Mansion is also in Luocheng, not far from Yanwang's Mansion, just two streets apart, so as to facilitate Yanwang's summoning to discuss military and political affairs.

Zhangfu under the sunset, immersed in a sad atmosphere, white flags, white paper and white lanterns, monks and Taoists gathered, mourning and music were full of touching. All around, heavily guarded, with a white scarf wrapped in a white scarf on his head, and a cold face guarding the surroundings, are the sharp soldiers of Yanwangfu. Youzhou is now almost all soldiers, and after a year of expansion, battle damage, and reorganization, excluding Zhuo and Yi, there are more than 20,000 Mabu armies in the north with Youzhou as the center of gravity for defense.

Among so many soldiers, there were more than 30 generals and colonels with more than 1,000 commanders, except for those who were assigned to garrison the surrounding counties, towns, and forts, all of them were present and offered their condolences according to the courtesy.

"Shizi." In the corner of the courtyard, Zhao Siwan found Zhao Kuangzan and called.

Zhao Siwan was dressed in chain mail, covered with a mourning cloth, and his hand was always pressed on the waist knife, looking murderous.

Zhao Siwan was originally awarded by the imperial court for the merit of Jifeng Mountain, and received the Yongzhou Assassin History, and was more reused after following Zhao Kuangzan to the north, and was worshiped as the commander of the Yanei, becoming the first general under Zhao Kuangzan, which can be described as a spring breeze.

"Is it all arranged?" Zhao Kuangzan was hidden behind the gray wall, looking at the direction of the mourning hall, where there was a lot of noise in addition to the non-stop mourning and music.

"Please rest assured, the ghost face and the tooth army have been arranged, they are all absolute henchmen, and they will not miss the big thing, just wait for the order of the king and the prince!" Zhao Siwan seemed eager to try.

"How many people on the list haven't arrived?"

"There are also two commanders, do you want the last general to send someone to invite?" Zhao Siwan asked.

"No!" Zhao Kuangzan did not hesitate to veto, and ordered: "I will send another person to deal with it, you control the Zhang Mansion by yourself, and the people who pass through the mansion tonight have no orders, only enter and exit, and are not allowed to get out of the house!" ”

"Yes!"

In the front yard of the mourning hall, seven or eight tables of funeral banquets have been set up, and the civil and military forces of Youzhou who are qualified to pass through the house have all been seated, and the civil and military are distinct, and there are factions among the warriors, each gathering together. The buzz did not subside, disturbing the seriousness of the scene and showing no respect for the dead.

"Death is dead, and I will wait for this living sin." Several generals gathered around a table, mourning silk hanging casually, and one of them said impatiently.

"King Yan asked me to wait, but I was late, what is the reason. With this kung fu, it is better to lead soldiers in the army! The other chimed in.

People are divided into groups, and these people basically belong to the objects of Zhao Yanshou's "elimination".

"Shut up!" A general with a stern face scolded lightly, quite majestic. It seems to be the head of this dry man, and it is. This person Zhang Yan is the powerful military leader of Fan Yangji, and now he is the deputy commander of the Yanei (the commander of the capital is concurrently by Zhao Kuangzan), holding the power of the army, and his status in the Yan army can be ranked in the top five.

With this threat, the generals at the table closed their mouths, but only for a moment. Soon, the conversation began again. They are all military leaders, although they belong to the same way, who can really restrain whom.

"Judge Zhang is dead, King Yan is sick, and I don't know how long I can survive......" A white-faced and beardless colonel next to Zhang Yan lowered his voice, and his words seemed unscrupulous.

"Don't let anyone else hear such words." Zhang Yan glanced at the man, looking cautious in a low voice, but said in his mouth: "I guess, it won't last long." ”

"I heard that King Yan's condition is getting worse day by day, you see that he has recently fully supported Zhao Kuangzan to take power, which is obviously preparing for the future!" The white-faced colonel said coldly: "I can't say for sure, when King Yan will also die." Zhao Kuangzan is a child, how can he grasp the overall situation of Youyan. General Zhang, we have to be ready, Youzhou also has our share, and we can't destroy it in his hands. ”

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at the lantern in front of the mourning hall, looked at the word "lay" and said lightly: "This is not a place to discuss this matter!" ”

"Understood!"

Finally, it didn't make people wait too long, and when the patience of the head of the army was almost exhausted, Zhao Yanshou, the king of Yan, finally appeared. Black and white robes, plain clothes solemnly came, steady steps, from the appearance, there was no abnormality, as if the body was as healthy as before.

Carry the civil and military forces into the mourning hall. The scene of Zhao Yanshou's personal condolences is naturally much more solemn. The scribe held the album and read aloud the Shinto inscription written by Zhao Yanshou himself for Zhang Li. Zhao Yanshou himself has a good literary talent, a poetic talent, and the sacrificial texts he wrote are sincere and touching, and the martial artists present are drowsy when they hear it.

Until the end of the condolences, the ministers dispersed one after another, and the generals moved to other courtyards on the orders of King Yan.

"General Zhang, something is wrong." Since entering the courtyard, the white-faced Colonel has been staring at the guards standing around, many of whom have scars on their faces.

"It's the people of the Ghost Face Capital, and there are so many ghost face troops hidden in the Zhang Mansion!" Zhang Yan's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

His eyes flashed a few times, and without hesitation, Zhang Yan broke away from the team and wanted to return to the vestibule, and the white-faced colonel seemed to have thought of something, and followed closely, but was stopped by the sergeant in front of the courtyard.

"Presumptuous, dare to stop the general?" Zhang Yan scolded sharply.

The sergeant on guard didn't pay attention at all, he just stopped and didn't let him go.

Before Zhang Yan went crazy, a slightly sarcastic voice rang in his ears: "What does General Zhang want?" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yan squinted, looking at Zhao Siwan's ugly face, and suddenly felt a little panicked. casually made an excuse: "Ben will have an uncomfortable stomach, and it is convenient to be flattering." ”

"General Sun is also unwell?" Zhao Siwan smiled ugly, glancing at the white-faced colonel.

"I ......"

didn't listen to him at all, Zhao Siwan directly and coldly said to Zhang Yan: "The last general understands that General Zhang is inconvenient, but King Yan summoned him, so he can only wronged the general." ”

"Please General Zhao report to King Yan, Ben will be here later!" Zhang Yan said perfunctorily, and wanted to break out as he spoke.

was stopped again, facing Zhao Sijuan, who was occupying the way, Zhang Yan suddenly became angry: "Zhao Sijuan, you are a small commander, dare to rush into the official?" ”

Seeing his arrogance, Zhao Siwan didn't say much, just pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, and his eyes flashed with coldness. For this direct boss, he has long been unpleasant.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but glance at the school surnamed Sun, and they both saw the worries and concerns in the eyes of both parties.

The two of them were almost escorted into the courtyard, and in the meantime, the passages were occupied by Sergeant Ghostface. If it's such a scenario and you don't understand what's going to happen, you're hopelessly stupid.

"The king has arrived!" With a high shout, Zhao Yanshou and his son appeared and stood on the steps.

"Your Majesty, if you want to receive us, why do you want to make such a fight? Is this an attempt to treat us as prisoners? Looking up and seeing the father and son, Zhang Yan was full of resentment, and went out directly to the queue and took the lead in questioning Zhao Yanshou.

After sweeping around, Zhao Yanshou sighed and said, "You are all Youyan heroes, the backbone of the Yan army. If you want to go to the old age, Lone will go hand in hand with you, fight bloodily, recover Youzhou, and chase the Khitan. Now, in just one year, people's hearts have been dissipated. For you, I think I am tolerant enough, but recently, some people have gotten rumors to confuse the public, disturb the morale of the army, and cause turmoil in the morale of the army. Youzhou has reached a very dangerous point, for the sake of Youyan's tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, please forgive Zhao, you can't indulge it anymore! ”

"What does King Yan want?" Zhang Yan asked nervously.

"Take it!" Without any further words, Zhao Yanshou beckoned, and the soldiers around him pounced like wolves.