Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Heart Is Soft, the Poison Dove
Niu Wen was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, and sat paralyzed in the palace side by side.
Butler Ou was in Picheng before.
At this moment, Steward Ou fled on the road to the south with many Qingluo Hall and many subordinates.
"Mr. Ou!! You first..."
Facing Steward Ou's subordinates who had not finished yelling, short clusters of arrows passed through his throat.
It's dark at the moment, and it's lucky to be smeared by the indiscriminate arrows.
"It can't go on like this..."
At this time, Steward Ou said in his heart, he had already run for nearly a hundred miles, and it seemed that the Li family was still in hot pursuit.
Behind him, an arrow whizzed through, like a soul hook, and a muffled snort sounded from time to time.
The voice was not loud, but it was like an ear whisper in the ears of Steward Ou.
"..."Steward Ou scolded in his heart: "It's not a way to go on like this..."
"Diverge!!" Steward Ou whipped his horsewhip vigorously and yelled.
The details of the actions of many subordinates of Qingluo Hall can be described as the instructions of experience, and they are divided into two teams at the moment.
Three points away, running in their respective directions.
"Commander! What to do! ”
The leader of the Li family's unique armor snorted: "Chase straight!" ”
"Whoa!"
The Li family rode nearly a thousand people, hanging tightly behind Steward Ou's buttocks, bending their bows and throwing them from time to time.
"Commander! In front of me is Langguo Yancheng, don't dare to chase anymore!! ”
The commander of the Li family's light cavalry was quite unwilling, slowly lowered his speed, and slowly stopped.
Everyone in the Li family looked into the distance, lined with swords-rattling city guards, strong crossbows in the city, and all the things to defend were sufficient
The commander of the Li family's light cavalry squinted slightly, and without hesitation, he dragged the horse's head and ran back.
And at this moment, Yancheng is indeed heavily guarded, not only with strong crossbows and sufficient garrison materials.
The people on Tucheng were dressed up in peasant clothes, dressed in rough linen, and consciously stomped their feet in the cold sky.
With the rumbling sound just now, he subconsciously clenched the homemade stone spear and wooden knife in his hand.
This is also a helpless way, after all, the bronze products of this era exist in the homes of the powerful and the military.
At this time, the lord of Yancheng Mansion was Wang Fengyun, and when Niu Wen evacuated from Picheng, he had already calculated that Picheng was lost.
Urgently ordered Wang Fengyun to withdraw from Zhongshan Mansion to Yancheng.
As for Nandifu, Niu Wen doesn't want to think about it anymore, he loses his land, and he loses both people and land; If people lose land, people and land will survive.
This truth was taught by one of the world's greatest military strategists, and Niu Wen took this sentence as a creed of action.
At this moment, Wang Fengyun was nervous on the earthen city wall, looking at the distant rumbling, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Let all the people in the city evacuate and go home, and the real killing is just relying on the people to scare the enemy.
After all, the same enemy increases the momentum, but in the flesh-and-blood battle, it will definitely not help, and it will drag many soldiers to distract.
After all, without long-term training and camp edification, even ordinary soldiers can kill red-eyed and irrational in the process of killing, let alone ordinary people.
Maybe you accidentally cut a knife in the back.
Wang Fengyun looked at the people who were gradually leaving, and his heart was a little calm, waiting for the next order of the lord.
Originally, all the southern frontiers of Fenzhou fell into their hands, and at this moment they lost the land of Sanfu in vain.
Wang Fengyun was unwilling, especially the civil strife in Tiancheng, and it was too late to take the city, and he slapped it heavily on his daughter's wall.
He instructed the soldiers defending the city to carry out some spirit and report the situation at all times, and then went down to the city and entered.
At this moment, in the palace of King Lang, the rebellion that occurred some time ago has passed.
The rebels were led by the private soldiers of the left prime minister, Liu Heday, and some of the long guards outside the palace.
In the Kuanzheng Palace, all the officials of the court entered the main hall in a row.
The ministers looked at the king Lang and the king side by side, who had been waiting for the ministers.
Seeing this, the ministers of the court and the central government rushed forward in a panic, and asked the king and the king to wait side by side for a long time, not only panicked, but some of the left ministers were afraid of being implicated, and stood uneasy in fear.
Some faces, I'm afraid I won't see them again, a few days ago, the hanging beam of the left phase and the people of the same vein, did not hesitate to kill themselves.
What's more, he dragged his family and led his mouth, and directly set fire to his own mansion, causing a tragic incident for himself.
Fang Jing and the others waited quietly for the courtiers who were gradually standing up, and they didn't bother to ask in the empty position.
I also know what is going on.
The two glanced at each other, and Niu Wen nodded.
Fang Jing motioned to the chief eunuch to open the bead curtain in front of him.
The chief eunuch is serving the king of the three dynasties, and he is also an old slave, so he did not hesitate and slowly opened the bead curtain.
The eunuch was in charge of the old slave, and he had no intention of obeying, but he glanced upwards and was stunned.
"This..."
Although the voice of the old slave is small, it can be deafening in the quiet court.
The ministers of the court still bowed their heads at the moment, but they didn't dare to look up at the king's honorable face.
"Pull away!!" Fang Jing's lips opened slightly, and her majestic and sharp eyes glared at the old slave.
"It's... Yes, yes"
With a soft drink, the yellow oriole came out of the valley and circled around.
This... It doesn't seem to be the king's voice!
This is the same question in the minds of the courtiers.
"Heads up!! Look at Lone's face! Fang Jing commanded without the slightest emotion
"Don't dare!"
The main hall suddenly sounded, lifting the heavy court clothes and bowing down.
"Look!! Those who don't look at it!! ”
With a burst of applause, the courtiers quickly glanced at each other and raised their heads to look.
"It's... This..."
"How so!?"
"The king is a woman!!"
The ministers of the court and the central government instantly blew up the pot.
At this moment, Fang Jing's red luan robe is engraved with a lifelike golden dragon, and there is a phoenix dance behind it that is reborn.
The ministers of the court digested the information at this moment, isn't this heir the third prince of the Fang family who was appointed by the first king?
What is the reason for this?
The ministers of the court pressed the questions in their hearts deeply, and when they asked at this time, they had to ask the swords of the red armor guards on both sides.
Niu Wen calculated that the time and digestion time were almost over, and he stood in the center and said loudly: "Get up!" ”
The ministers of the court did not dare to act rashly.
This is indeed Niu Wen's intention, if he really stands up, then he will not be able to mix with the court.
"Get up and listen!"
When the ministers heard the king's words, the sound of hula standing up sounded.
Niu Wen paced to the middle and said coldly: "Listen to everything I say next, and give me any questions!" At the end of the sentence, there is no doubt about the sharpness between the words.
The ministers looked at each other, and now Zuo Xiang is imprisoned in the dungeon, Zuo Xiang has no backbone, and the clown who jumps off the beam does not dare to speak.
The old god Xiao Xu, the right minister, is standing in the first place on the right and is silent, so he will not jump out and be the first bird.
The ministers bowed and saluted: "Oh! ”
Seeing the answer, Niu Wen carried it with one hand, and continued lightly: "It wasn't a big deal a while ago, it was just a clown jumping off the beam."
Niu Wen looked at the door of the hall and said loudly: "Bring someone up!" ”
The ministers saw the sound of hula chains at the entrance of the main hall, the white prisoner's uniform, and the heavy wooden shackles on their bodies.
Dragged by the Janissary Guard, he was brought up without pity, and he fell in the center of the main hall for reuse.
The courtiers didn't need to look to know who it was, and they all sighed and shook their heads, trembling with horror and sarcasm.
All of a sudden's appearance was on the face...