Yanta Academy.

Han Zhaozhi took a sip of tea, and then glanced at the old dean again, he was waiting for the old dean to give him the answer, and the old dean's deep frown seemed to indicate that this question was difficult to answer, even the old dean, who was known as the erudite and close to heaven, was not easy to answer, because Han Zhaozhi was asking about royal affairs.

Han Zhaozhi asked, if His Majesty only felt guilty about Shen Leng, why would he be so indulgent.

The so-called indulgence is the situation today.

If His Majesty is bent on enthronement of the crown prince, and even has a look at the future decades later, why not cut Shen Leng?

Mr. Shen has not given a definite answer until now, whether Shen Leng is His Majesty's child or not, but His Majesty has already regarded him as his own son, and then looked at the people around Shen Leng, not to mention that Mr. Shen is a close minister of His Majesty, but seems to be a little farther away...... Han Zhaozhi himself, the old dean, Ye Liuyun, Concubine Zhen, plus Concubine Zhen's mother's family has such a huge power in the rivers and lakes of Liangshu Dao, as well as the relationship between Zhuang Yong and Meng Changan and Shen Leng.

Speaking of which, isn't Shen Leng a big trouble after the crown prince ascends the throne?

If so, how will the crown prince's throne be secured?

Don't forget that Your Majesty thinks that Dou Huainan, the mainstay of the court ten years later, was also recommended by Shen Leng to enter the cabinet.

This question is too difficult, it is speculation about the Sacred Heart, so the old dean cannot answer it.

"Let's not give the answer, but why you asked this question."

The old dean looked at Han Zhaozhi: "Do you know that you are making a mistake by speculating on Your Majesty's mind like this, and you have not made a mistake in your life." ”

Han Zhaozhi shook his head: "I don't know what I've been thinking about lately, I always feel that Your Majesty's mind is not so simple, but I can't say anything else, just as the old dean said, even if Shen Leng is really the child that Your Majesty lost back then, Your Majesty will not let him ascend the throne, the adults in the court will not accept it, and the major families will not agree."

The old dean also shook his head: "If you don't understand, do I just think about it?" ”

He asked Han Zhaozhi, "Do you think Your Majesty thinks less than us?" ”

"Of course not."

"Go with the flow."

The old dean said lightly: "What Your Majesty thinks is the destiny of heaven. ”

Han Zhaozhi got up: "The day after tomorrow, Lord Dean will come early." ”

The old dean laughed: "Congratulations first." ”

Han Zhaozhi actually looked a little shy, like some kind of ghost worry.

The day after tomorrow, it is the day of his majesty's wedding with Yun Sangduo, and it is also the day of Ye Yunsan and Zhou Xiaorou's wedding.

Different from the time of Shen Leng's wedding, when the weather was warm and people could also be set up on the long street, if you eat out in this cold winter weather, I am afraid that you will not be able to eat a few bites, and the wind will fill your stomach.

Han Zhaozhi got up to say goodbye, it was just past noon, Han Zhaozhi, who had had lunch at the old dean's place, decided to meet her bride, she had been nervous in the past two days, even more nervous than when she took over Da Aijin.

According to the customs on the grassland, she must have a shaman present when she gets married, and this time she just missed Han Zhaozhi where she could expect His Majesty to give marriage, so she didn't bring too many attendants, but fortunately, there was a person named Dewang who was an official in the Ministry of Rites in Chang'an City, who was once a shaman on the grassland, although according to his status and status was far from enough to be qualified to marry Da Aijin, he was just a little shaman, but after all, he was the only person who could be relied on.

Dewang lives in Jiuxiang Street, his house is not big, but he is a five-grade official of the Ministry of Rites, this person was recommended by Yun Sangduo to Chang'an, the Ministry of Rites should be familiar with the number of rituals of various ethnic groups but there are things to ask every day, Dewang does not have much to do in the Ministry of Rites, it is considered an idle job.

After receiving the news sent by Da Ai Jin, Dewang was also nervous and a little at a loss, since yesterday, Yun Sangduo has been living in his house, so he can't calm down.

Han Zhaozhi came to Dewang's house for the first time, a five-grade idle official of the Ministry of Rites is really nothing in Chang'an City, and the most important thing in Chang'an City is officials.

The alley was relatively narrow, and Han Zhaozhi's wide carriage couldn't get in, so he got out of the car at the entrance of the alley and let his entourage wait by the car, and walked into the alley alone, and when he was about to reach the door of Lord Dewang's house, Han Zhaozhi's face suddenly changed.

He was wearing the official uniform of the Imperial Commander's Mansion, and he was wearing a black beam crown on his head, with a black silk rope hanging down on both sides of the beam crown, and a metal dzi like a dzi hanging at the bottom, Han Zhaozhi raised his hand to pull one of them down, and with a flick of his fingers, the thing flew into the air and made a very sharp whistle-like sound.

Then he drew his sword and kicked the courtyard door open.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the entourage at the mouth of the alley immediately rushed towards this direction, and one of them activated a mechanism on Han Zhaozhi's carriage, and the roof of the carriage opened, and several things like fireworks shot into the air.

Anyone who saw this thing would immediately rush over to this side.

There were seven or eight corpses in the courtyard, which looked like they should be members of Dewang's family, and among them was a woman, judging from the costume, probably Dewang's wife.

Dewang was covered in blood and didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, from which it could be judged that he was not just a little shaman, Yun Sangduo recommended him to Chang'an City, of course, it was also a kind of preparation.

When she came to Chang'an, she naturally couldn't bring too many subordinates according to the rules of the imperial court, but the battles on the grassland would always be more direct and cruel to the Central Plains.

Dewang is the answer she arranged in Chang'an City, and if something happens to her, she can go to Dewang's side to avoid it.

There were also two or three corpses lying in front of Dewang, that was Yun Sangduo's guard, the guards she brought from the grassland were all brave, they were all battle-hardened dead soldiers, and they were also loyal to her, the strength of these grassland men Han Zhaozhi was very clear, but it seemed that they died quickly.

And it's just one person who does it.

In the middle of the courtyard stood a man in a masked robe, a costume he hadn't seen in a long time.

A long time ago, there was an extremely powerful empire called Mongolia, sweeping the world, at that time the rule of Mongolia was the Bei people, after the collapse of the Mongolian country founded by the Bei people, the Bei people were divided, part of the evolution of the Tiele people on the grassland, part of the evolution of the Sark people on the side of Heiwu, and part of the evolution of the Wei people.

The robe was the military attache uniform of the Mongolian Empire.

I haven't seen this kind of clothes for at least a thousand years.

It is rumored that the pure bloodline of the Bei people has a very small branch living in the snow-capped mountains in the northwest of the steppe, because the climate there is harsh so inaccessible, the Tiele people once sent troops to explore but found nothing, seeing this robe, only to be sure that the rumor is true.

The man in the masked robe glanced back at Han Zhaozhi, his eyes were not shocked, and he didn't seem to take Han Zhaozhi seriously at all.

The knife in his hand is not common, the standard horizontal knife of the Daning soldiers is three feet long, and it is a two-handed knife, even if the length of the handle can reach more than three and a half feet, now the people on the grassland are used to using the scimitar is shorter than the standard horizontal knife, but there are about two and a half feet, and the knife in the hand of this person is only about two feet, the arc is not large, and the blade is narrow.

It was the Mongol Empire's standard war knife that had long been eliminated.

"Who is he?"

Han Zhaozhi asked.

Seeing that Yun Sangduo was blocked by several guards and was not injured, Han Zhaozhi's heart relaxed slightly, but the masked man's calm eyes made him feel a little nervous.

"Snow Mountain Walker."

Yun Sangduo replied: "The people who should have been exterminated a long time ago didn't expect to be able to find here. ”

Han Zhaozhi nodded and walked towards the masked man.

The people on the grassland, for so many years, have also been unconvinced that a woman is big.

It seemed that Han Zhaozhi was more interesting than these people in front of him, and the man in the robe gave up Yun Sangduo and turned towards Han Zhaozhi.

The two of them walked to a distance of less than two meters, Han Zhaozhi made a move, his sword has always been fierce, even in front of Chu Jianlian, he has the strength to draw his sword, but he never thought that the knife of the man in the robe was so fast, unimaginably fast.

Poof.

When Han Zhaozhi's sword was still a foot away from the man in the robe, the strangely shaped knife slashed at Han Zhaozhi's heart, Han Zhaozhi's face turned pale, if it wasn't for the quick reaction, this knife might have hurt more seriously or even died.

But the most important thing is that there is soft armor under his brocade clothes, and the soft armor blocking the sword is the most effective, but the strength of this knife slashes the software, and the blade cuts into Han Zhaozhi's body, and the flesh and blood immediately turn up.

Han Zhaozhi was shocked that this masked man's knife was so fast and heavy, and the masked man seemed to be a little surprised that he couldn't kill the other party with one sword.

So he was slightly dissatisfied.

Taking a step forward, the knife was raised again.

At this time, Han Zhaozhi's entourage rushed into the courtyard, and after entering the door, the crossbow in his hand shot out, and a crossbow arrow covered the man in the robe, and the man's knife spilled out a curtain of light, even making people feel that he was not a knife in his hand but dozens of them, and the knife accurately cut down all the crossbow arrows.

The man in the masked robe looked at Han Zhaozhi, and then looked back at Yun Sangduo, as if he was thinking about what his chances of winning were if he continued to fight, and then he decided to continue to kill.

So he gave up Han Zhaozhi, turned around and walked towards Yun Sangduo, the most incredible thing was that he didn't show the slightest sign of hurry, and he didn't even speed up his pace.

Han Zhaozhi's men shot the crossbow and rushed forward with their knives.

Just when the few court lieutenants arrived about two meters behind the man in the masked robe, he suddenly squatted, and then kicked his feet, his body rotated half a circle and rushed towards the back, the knife cut the neck of a court lieutenant, and the next breath had already cut off the head of the court lieutenant behind him.

And in this breath, Han Zhaozhi's sword arrived again.

When the bang.

When the tip of the sword was less than half an inch away from the throat of the masked man, the masked man's knife was withdrawn to block it, the tip of the sword was against the blade, and his knife was as stable as a mountain, not moving at all.

At this time, the bodies of the two court captains fell.

The court lieutenant who came to support jumped on the courtyard wall, and the crossbow shot towards this side, a trace of irritability appeared on the face of the man in the masked robe, and the knife shook Han Zhaozhi's long sword away, and then rose from the ground, his body was not light, as if a heavy cannon was out of the chamber, it rushed out diagonally, a trance man was already on the roof, and those crossbow arrows missed.

The man in the masked robe stood on the roof and looked back at Yun Sangduo, and said something, Han Zhaozhi was also proficient in the words on the grassland, but he didn't understand it.

Yun Sangduo ignored it and had already rushed over to see Han Zhaozhi's injury.

The masked man jumped off the roof, and there were several wails outside, apparently another lieutenant had been killed.

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