On the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Quan Ce went to the mansion of Li Yuanming, the king of Shu, and a polo game that had been agreed on a long time was finally realized after the New Year.

On the polo field, the soldiers were divided into two columns to confront each other, Quan Ce and his cousin Wang Hui, friends Dou Lu Congchang, Han Zhai, Cui Rong, and Lu Zhaoyin on the side, almost all of them were old faces, missing Zheng Zheng and Ling Hulun, and a few more people, including Di Renjie's eldest son Di Guangyuan, the famous Luoyang scholar Ge Hui, and Lai Chong, who came from Chang'an to guard in rotation, a row of twelve people, all of whom were in the prime of youth, wearing crimson narrow-sleeved robes and tight breeches, heroic and cool.

On the other side is the team of landlords, led by Li Yuanming, the king of Shu, wearing a silver-gray narrow-sleeved robe, most of the people are from his generation, nearly forty years old, Wang Miao is impressively listed, but his mental state is not very good, his face is gloomy, and he will be in a trance from time to time. It's worrying.

There is no father and son on the field, Wang Hui and his father are playing against each other, jumping is even more active and cheerful, Di Guangyuan is also a good player, both civil and military, galloping on horseback, indomitable, very brave, and this person is not selfish, he does not complain about dirty work, and is willing to assist his teammates.

There is also a cheerleading team on the sidelines, only Xue Chongyin is alone, half of the eldest son strongly asked to play, but Quan Ce categorically refused, but he did not hold grudges, and still strongly supported his cousin's team, every time the team on Quan Ce's side hit the ball into the net and played a beautiful pass, he had to shout at the throat for a while, his face was red, his face was red, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was more committed than the players on the field.

The only thing that displeased him. It's his admired cousin, who has a mediocre performance on the field, is not active in scrambling, and has no strong desire to score, and only does some work, which is not brilliant, especially after the lead is expanded, basically just going with the flow on the field, riding horses and jogging, as if he is doing senior sports.

Quan Ce did not regard this polo as a competition, the middle-aged against the young, the difference was too great, it was more of a political gesture, and the Empress Wu sent a notice to the Li family represented by King Shu, implicitly accepting the reality of the existence of the pro-Li clan in the court.

However, if Empress Wu knew about the secret work between King Shu and Wang Miao, secretly mobilized a huge amount of money, and stretched out her claws to gunpowder, I am afraid that this Anmin notice would immediately become a life-threatening talisman.

"Ahh......h Li Yuanming, the king of Shu, was riding a horse and accidentally collided with Di Guangyuan, who was alive and well, fell off the horse, and was trampled on his shoulders by the startled horse, making a tooth-shattering sound of bones.

Everyone got off the horse one after another and ran to help and take care of it, only to see Li Yuanming's face pale, cold sweat dripping, teeth chattering, and he tried hard to hold on for a long time, and then fainted.

The steward of the palace rushed to the wolf, carried out the stretcher, found a doctor, and gave Li Yuanming a diagnosis and treatment, saying that the shoulder bone was broken, and if he recovered well, he could move freely, but he couldn't exert too much force, and if he didn't recover well, his left arm would be scrapped, and he could only hang it, not move.

The palace of King Shu was gloomy, his wives and concubines and children rushed to serve the sick, and the inside was chaotic, and everyone did not stay for a long time, so they dispersed one after another.

When they broke up, Di Guangyuan felt quite guilty, and took Quan Ce's hand and said, "Virtuous brother, foolish brother has no form, he will get carried away on the court, and don't blame him, after returning home, he will explain his situation to his father, and then take the blame before His Royal Highness King Shu gets out of bed."

"The eldest brother is serious, the court is like a battle array, injuries are inevitable, Shu Wang Xian is famous, I don't want to blame" Quan Ce said good words to appease, glanced at Wang Miao, who had lost his soul, and sighed in his heart, no wonder King Shu could survive the fierce weaving and cleaning of the martial queen, this strong man's decision to break his wrist is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

In contrast, Wang Miao's eyes are low and he is really mediocre.

Quan Ce thought about arranging an accident for him for a moment, so that he was also injured and born, but he was finally ruthless, and the gentle and loving face of his aunt Princess Gao'an always flew in front of his eyes, no matter how unbearable Wang Miao was, he always stayed by his aunt's side, which was much better than Quan Yi, who was in a slump and left home.

Everyone went back to their homes, Quan Ce returned to Xuanrenmen with Wang Hui and Han Zhai, and the afternoon drill was indispensable.

White Horse Temple. Xue Huaiyi ushered in the long-awaited martial arts order, but the content was not what he expected.

"Xue Huaiyi, the Duke of Hubei State, ran rampant in the township, repeatedly violated the law, harassed the people's livelihood, served the imperial Shi Zhou Ju impeached him, and carried out the punishment of whipping for 20 years, in order to set an example"

The edict was extremely brief, and after reading it, the eunuchs who came to announce the edict and the senior monks of the White Horse Temple who knelt down to receive the edict fell into a short silence together.

After the Lantern Festival, Xue Huaiyi aged by more than ten years overnight, his cheeks were thinned, and in his dark blue eyes, a few blood streaks were suddenly squeezed out, and his expression changed a few times between sneering and mockery and cruelty and ferocity. Frozen on the rampant sneer, "Haha, hahaha, whipping? I thanked Your Majesty for your grace and didn't send a pickled eunuch to slap my mouth."

The eunuch's face was angry, an abandoned male dog, he still dared to be arrogant, and he didn't smile, "Grandpa Guo, please don't embarrass the old slave, let's do it."

Xue Huaiyi tilted his head, snorted coldly on his shoulders, took care of his own clothes, took off his fine clothes in public, and a string of black and dark things stabbed the eunuch's eyes again, and took the thorny whip handed over by the little eunuch next to him, rounded it, and whipped it down viciously.

"Slap, slap, smack" The whip slapped on the flesh, the skin opened and the flesh bloomed, and the blood purlins bulged one by one, Xue Huaiyi snorted twice at first, but when he came to the back, he didn't say a word.

Twenty lashes are gone. Xue Huaiyi didn't let people help him, he stood up, didn't speak, didn't move, was covered in cold air, and panicked.

"Guogong, the old slave farewell" The eunuch sensed the unkindness in the air, and when he was done, he ran away quickly.

The monks dispersed after watching the excitement, Xue Huaiyi's henchmen surrounded him and put on clothes for him, Xu is temperature of the clothes recalled his soul, he looked at these people, and said in a deep voice, "You, carry me into the palace to apologize later"

At night, Quan Ce went to the Vientiane Shrine on duty, Xue Huaiyi was whipped the news, he also knew, after hearing that he was beaten, he also let people carry him into the palace to ask for guilt, the Empress Wu avoided it, and was seriously injured on the way back, and rested for half an hour in the Tianshu Buddha Hall next to the Vientiane Shrine.

Tianshu Buddha Hall? Quan Ce looked sideways at the towering building next to the Vientiane Shrine, and clenched the hilt of the horizontal knife in his hand.

On duty at night, bored, and no one comes and goes, the thousands of cattle hug their chests and pretend to sleep, only the right strategy, has been vigilant, staring at the Qianyuan Gate in front.

At the end of the day, before the palace gate was locked, the people he was waiting for came.

Xue Huaiyi was alone, holding a torch and entering the palace gate, followed by the palace gate guards, accompanied by a bitter face, and kept thinking in his mouth, the palace gate was about to fall key, please leave the palace earlier, Xue Huaiyi ignored it.

Passing by the Vientiane Shrine, he glanced at Quan Ce, his eyes were empty, and there was no joy or sorrow.

Walking to the Tianshu Buddha Hall, Xue Huaiyi sat down on the stone ladder of white marble.

"Grandpa, the time has come, please move away from the palace immediately, if there is anything wrong. The last general can't afford to wait" The guard gradually became impatient and his tone was tough.

Xue Huaiyi opened his mouth and smiled silently, the tiger fell into Pingyang, even a puppy dared to bark in front of him, waved his hand and threw the torch in his hand, smashed it on the red lacquer column, and sparks splashed everywhere.

A large flame instantly ignited on the pillars of the "Peng".

The fire took advantage of the wind and spread rapidly. Soon the Tianshu Buddha Hall became a sea of fire, when the Tianshu Buddha Hall was built, it cost tens of thousands, and the house was exhausted, and there was only a pile of brocade ash left in an instant.

The fire continued to spread, setting the Vientiane Shrine on fire.

The fire was raging, and the entire Taichu Palace was like daylight.

"Ahh......hh

Quan Ce led the Qianniuwei people to rush over and pull out the snowy horizontal knife. Hanging around the neck of the guard, "Who did it?" Are you bold, do you want to find death? ”

"No, no...... It's not" The guard was like this, there was a burst of warmth in the crotch of his pants, and he peed out directly, and he shivered and pointed at Xue Huaiyi.

Xue Huaiyi looked at the soldiers in front of him coldly, grinned, and let out a strange laugh, "Hey, hey, hey, hahaha"

In a flash of cold light, Xue Huaiyi's head flew into the air, and his bones rolled out of the air, and his smile was forever fixed on his face.

Quan Ce slowly lowered the horizontal knife, and the red blood beads slowly flowed down the blade to the ground.

"Tick, tick"

The fire burned until dawn, and the Vientiane Shrine and the Tianshu Buddha Hall, as well as the two political buildings of the Empress Wu, were reduced to ashes.

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