Xu Zixian had already taken over the head at this time, and first asked Tian Heng and the others to release a round of crossbow arrows, stopping Jin Wuwei and Yu Linlang from moving forward, Yu Linlang was wearing dozens of catties of heavy armor, but within a hundred steps, if there was no shield, they did not have the confidence to carry the crossbow arrows with the armor on their bodies, everyone stopped, and no one continued to move forward.

"Look!" Xu Zixian said sharply: "Tonight's matter involves the dispute between the prime minister and the Great Staff, Xu Zicheng plotted to save the position, and he was also captured together, Liu Zhiyuan was ambushed, you serve and protect the Son of Heaven, there is no reason to intervene in such things, and you don't stop?" ”

As he spoke, Xu Zixian also raised Liu Zhiyuan's head high, and the hideous head swayed in mid-air, who is it not Liu Zhiyuan?

Which of the many Lang Wei doesn't recognize Liu Zhiyuan?

This big ginseng is a popular person around the Son of Heaven, and he goes to the Xuanzheng Hall to meet the Son of Heaven almost every few days, and it takes an hour to talk about it.

The Son of Heaven has also visited the Great Counselor's Mansion many times, and these Lang Wei are also responsible for the guards, and of course they are so familiar with Liu Zhiyuan that they can't be more familiar.

After all, he is the person promised by the Son of Heaven and the future prime minister.

Now Liu Zhiyuan's head is dangling in mid-air, and blood is still dripping from his severed neck, which looks shocking.

A few Lang Wei vomited angrily, and many of them were pale, turning their heads and not daring to take a closer look.

"This is the Son of Heaven Guard?" A group of Fujian barbarians on the corner tower have been discriminated against in Beijing for a while, especially the Jin Wuwei who pressed the ground of the imperial city, everywhere they walked, they were full of chest and belly, and they looked like they were arrogant.

When it comes to Fujianese, of course, the "barbarians" are long and the "barbarians" are short, and the attitude of contempt and contempt is really infuriating.

These guards are tall and strong, the armor on their bodies, and the weapons in their hands, all of them are the best of the best, when they walk in front of people, that kind of posture of looking at all directions, but also have the unique arrogance of the guards of the Son of Heaven, who would have thought that when they really encountered a dangerous scene, they would actually look like this?

"It's unbearable." Tian Heng said in a sullen voice: "Even when we were in the first battle of Shiqiao. ”

"The first time I cut off my head, my brothers were also scared." Gao Shilai also said: "But I am not afraid of being like this." ”

"The recruit is responsible for cutting off the head, which is really a good way to train his courage."

"We are poor people, when the city of Zhangzhou is broken, we will see a lot of dead people. Hungry and full every day, of course, seize the opportunity. Look at these uncles, I am afraid that they are born into noble families, at least they are middle-class families, they have never suffered hardship in their lives, they have never starved, how can they have any hard work? There is really a chance to cut off someone's head, and I'm afraid I can go back and ......."

Tian Heng's words, but everyone nodded, it is indeed a different environment, whether it is a military soldier in Nan'an or a general of the exiles in Zhangzhou, the characteristics are all living, hunger and a full meal is the norm, these Lang Wei, even if they are not the children of the powerful of the civil and military families, at least they are from generations of guards, living in Yanjing City, living at the feet of the Son of Heaven for generations, they are generous, and the tax pressure is light, and those inexplicable local miscellaneous taxes do not dare to collect them in Beijing, let alone collect them from these Lang Wei.

In order to win over and appease the hearts of the army, the reward for Lang Wei is the first class, the New Year's Day, as usual, there are rewards, the Long Live Festival of the Son of Heaven, the Thousand Autumn Festival of the Queen and the Queen Mother, the crown prince, the Son of Heaven ascended the throne, will be amnesty to the world, and reward the Beijing Forbidden Army and Lang Wei.

These people are indeed as Tian Heng said, born in peace, how can they have the mind and motivation to work hard?

The current thing, hard work may not be how, if you don't fight, your life is worry-free, and there will be a promotion according to seniority, even if you are an ordinary Lang Wei for the rest of your life, the quality of life is more comfortable than that of a petty official outside the Beijing Division, how can these people have the motivation to work hard?

A few crossbow arrows stopped their progress, and it was not for nothing.

"Don't listen to their treacherous words and instigation, Da Shen entered the small hall of the inner east gate, but His Majesty personally deployed to arrest Han Zhong......" Xu Ziwei continued to roar, but unfortunately there were few people listening to him.

The Son of Heaven wants to help Liu Zhiyuan and take out Han Zhong, so what?

Now Han Zhong is still alive and well, Shi Yuji, Chen Changde did not desperately attack the Prime Minister's Mansion at all, Liu Zhiyuan is dead here, and the matter is quite obvious.

Finally, a deputy commander of the Xiangdu said coldly to Xu Ziwei: "The personal grudges between the period gate order and Nan'anhou, I can't care about it." The Son of Heaven sent me to rescue Liu Dashen, and now that Dashen is dead, what should I do next, of course, is to ask the Son of Heaven for instructions, if you really want to punish Nan Anhou, and the Son of Heaven will send a messenger to come with a festival, do I dare not obey the edict? ”

Xu Ziwei retreated dejectedly, he now understood why the guard lieutenant Jialang who had been sent before ran into a wall in front of the prime minister's mansion and gained nothing.

Now he can be sure that it is impossible to rely on these Lang Wei to do things, if it really wants to succeed, of course he must send a forbidden army, but after dawn, Han Zhong enters the palace, will the Son of Heaven still send a forbidden army here?

It's impossible, the dust has settled.

Xu Ziwei retreated to the rear with hatred, he couldn't do anything at all, if he forced Lang Wei to step forward, what Lang Wei could do without any fighting intentions could be, you can imagine.

That night in Jiangxin, Xu Ziwei had watched the Nan'an regimental training and the battle with the group of thieves, and he knew quite well about Xu Zixian's martial arts and the elite of the regimental training.

With the level of these Lang Wei in front of him, it's better not to come forward and send him to death.

"My third brother is quite interesting." Xu Zixian also breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, not fighting is the best result.

"Now wait for dawn." Xu Zixian sat down slowly, soothed his aching body, and said to everyone with a little tiredness: "It depends on the result of Han Xianggong's entry into the palace." ”

……

The Son of Heaven barely slept all night.

Under the persuasion of many attendants, the official family finally took a nap in the second half of the night, but the silence outside the palace was as silent as a pinprick, which made the Son of Heaven feel unusually embarrassed.

Thousands of Langguan and Jin Wuwei were sent in a row, but Leng didn't hear the slightest movement, and the incompetence of Langguan and Jin Wuwei made the Son of Heaven feel that he was not safe.

Can such a Lang guard really protect the safety of the palace ban?

By the dawn of dawn, when the palace gate was reopened, the Son of Heaven had already washed, and he didn't even have time for breakfast, so he hurried to the small hall of the inner east gate to wait for Han Zhong's arrival.

The inner chamberlain, who had been ordered to take over Sendai to see the situation of the Jingshi, had also come down, and the ground in the Jingshi had gradually returned to normal, and many officials and guards had come out of the mansions to prepare to go to the government office to do things as usual.

Many snack shops, still open for business, many people, go out to buy soup cakes, noodle soup, the customs of the people of Beijing are always like this, many people do not even have coal stoves, the morning washing water is in the morning when buying breakfast with a big copper kettle hit home, the family's washing is enough.

At night, I go to the bathhouse to take a bath, or buy hot water to use at home.

Lazy people have lazy blessings, tens of thousands of small food shops in Beijing are to provide such a one-stop service, from hot water for washing, to hot soup cakes in the morning, that is, noodles, or baked cakes, oil cakes, meat cakes, meat steamed buns, steamed buns, all kinds of snacks, many of them are still from the Taizu in the Jiangling era left over the special food, but also moved with the move over.

To this day, the accent of the clan still has the flavor of Jiangling official dialect, and dialect islands have been formed in Fuzhou and Jiangling as well as Jingshi.

Not only breakfast, lunch, dinner, are not fire to solve, the price is also very close to the people, many small food shop tableware are silver, the old customer orders a meal, more than ten or twenty silver plates sent over, will not be afraid of the customer to take the plate away.

The entire Jingshi gradually woke up in the sound of the bell tower and the sound of wooden fish running along the streets.

Last night's events seemed like a nightmare, and when the day dawned, people found that things were not as terrible as they imagined, and there was a shout of killing in the middle of the night, which quickly disappeared, and in the second half of the night until dawn, there was no movement at all.

When the first family pushed the door tremblingly, they found that everything was normal in the market, and finally thousands of families went out together, and by the beginning of the hour, the Jingshi market had almost completely returned to normal.

Saying almost, there are still quite cautious people who choose to continue to stay closed.

The dignitaries and nobles go out later, most of them have their own kitchens, and they don't have to hurry to open the door to buy breakfast, and when the market has recovered its popularity, after the noise rises, the city gate opens as usual, and the vegetable farmers outside the city, after the servants come out to work, one by one the nobles' mansions open the side doors, and one by one the officials dressed in various colors, or riding horses, or sitting in carriages, sedan chairs, and rushing to the direction of each person's office.

……

Li Guorui also went out at two o'clock in the morning, one minute earlier than his usual outing.

The sun is already high, and in the spring it is much warmer than in the winter.

Li Guorui, as a member of the ruling party, is also a royal gift in the mansion of the Beijing Division, a mansion with more than 300 rooms, a vestibule car, a middle hall, a backyard garden, and a stable, but Li Guorui is not used to living.

He has been in the local area for a long time, he has been an official for many years, and he is very cautious in using the minister's money, this is an old-style bureaucrat who upholds the legacy of the Great Wei officials, and it is precisely because of his dissatisfaction with Han Zhong's luxury and the prime minister's taking the lead in accepting bribes that Li Guorui decided to join Liu Zhiyuan's faction.

In today's imperial court, there are also officials who are not in the party, but they can only sink into the bureaucrats and want to make a difference, and there will be no future without a party.

When he went out, Li Guorui looked like a sign and stopped his Yuan Sui guard.

"I've seen the Governor."

The person who came was a man in his forties, wearing the robe of a third-grade military attaché, and after meeting, he hurriedly hugged his fists and saluted, and quickly held the war horse behind him.

Although he was dressed simply, he didn't bring many guards, only two guards on horseback followed in the distance, but where this man stood, not many people dared to stay, the surroundings were empty, only this man was alone, a horse, the morning sun was as brilliant and dazzling as elsewhere, but here it seemed to form a black hole, all people, light, even air, seemed to be unable to stay.

And this person, Yuan Yu Yuezhi, is generous and calm, if he is not a very familiar person, I am afraid that he will not be able to see a trace of anxiety and worry in his eyes at all.