Jiao.

Li Qi suddenly felt a little scared, scared like he had never been.

Especially when the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the fires seemed to light up half of the capital.

Li Qi knew that he might be getting farther and farther away from the throne that was so close at hand.

Li Qi didn't dare to return to the city, because he didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be confined in the Sixteenth Mansion like a pig and dog for the rest of his life, and then he had to repeat those so-called confessional words over and over again in the direction of the Xuanzheng Hall every day.

He didn't dare to go south, because he knew that he might not be able to go ten miles at all, and he would be stabbed to death by a random knife that stretched out out out of nowhere.

Even if he stayed where he was, Li Qi didn't dare to relax in the slightest, because he knew that these people who were still bowing down in front of him just now might treat themselves as gifts to their new masters in the next moment.

People are always insidious and despicable, especially above the court.

Li Qi suddenly regretted letting Qiu Shiliang leave him, as long as Qiu Shiliang was there, although he would always be a puppet, at least he was still useful, as long as he was still useful to him, no one dared to hurt him.

Li Qi kept the crown that had been held tightly in his arms aside, and let it roll down at his feet, and at the same time, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the ministers, and Guo Rui keenly noticed that the crown was not because Li Qi deliberately gave up, but because his hands were trembling, trembling so violently that he couldn't continue to hold the heavy crown in his arms.

"Your Majesty......"

Guo Rui said in a low voice, and at the same time pointed to the crown next to Li Qi's feet.

Li Qi felt out of shape, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he was about to reach out to pick it up, but he saw that Guo Rui had already presented the crown with both hands, and at the same time, he took a slight step forward under his feet.

"Your Majesty, don't panic, there are ministers here!"

Li Qi was a little relieved when he heard this, and said in his mouth: "Guo Qing is still the most heartfelt!" ”

At the same time, Li Qi was about to reach out and take the crown, but found that there was more than just a crown in Guo Rui's hand, and a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

......

Lishan, descending to the Holy Pavilion.

As it grew dusk, the temperature dropped sharply, Xiao Liang sat cross-legged by the campfire, his eyes slightly closed, the iron sword by his side, never half a step away from it.

The worries and fatigue of the past few days made Li Chen look a lot haggard, and he slant on the haystack not far from Xiao Liang and fell asleep, like the down-and-out prince who traveled to the south and north of the Tang Mountains twenty years ago.

That year, Xiao Liang was there, Wang Po was also there, and the maid who couldn't remember her appearance for a long time and the girl she picked up from nowhere.

Now, only Xiao Liang is left.

Maybe only when Xiao Liang was by his side could Li Chen sleep so peacefully and deeply.

Suddenly.

Xiao Liang's eyes were half-opened, and the iron sword was slowly unsheathed, like a poisonous snake trying to ambush its prey in the dark.

It's quiet, but it's deadly.

Quite appropriately, the sky outside the house was rapidly darkening, and it seemed to be silently cooperating with an impending ambush.

......

Meanwhile.

At this time, He Renhou was somewhat resentful in his heart, especially after handing over Bai Minzhong and his ministers to He Hongjing.

Undoubtedly, this is a great credit, a credit that is enough to make himself a marquis, but now it is cheaper for He Hongjing.

This is naturally Li Zhen's arrangement.

Although he was not angry, He Renhou still did so.

Because Li Zhen said that at this time in Lishan, there is still a big man.

He Renhou couldn't think of anyone who could be more noble than Bai Minzhong's status today, but he still chose to believe it.

As a result, after arriving at Yanxing Gate, more than 10,000 elite horsemen almost did not take any rest, and immediately turned around and headed north, and went straight to Lishan again.

So much so that even He Hongjing couldn't figure it out, after He Renhou gave away such a great credit, not only did he not even mention a condition, but even refused the food and grass supply he had comforted.

What exactly is he for?

He Hongjing would never believe the high-sounding rhetoric of "loyalty to the monarch for the country", but there seems to be no other reason to find otherwise.

Therefore, He Hongjing decided to use the easiest way to figure out this matter.

That's tracking.

And this best candidate has no one else but Zhang Zhifang.

First, it is because Zhang Zhifang belongs to Lu Longjun; Second, He Hongjing hates Lu Longjun the most.

Sometimes, the simplest word "hate" is enough to change one of the most important decisions.

In this way, Lu Longjun could not participate in the siege battle, and all the credit here had nothing to do with it, and this was also the most high-sounding reason to be able to suppress the arrogance of the domineering Lu Longjun.

He Hongjing is very happy.

Zhang Zhifang is a straight man, but he is not stupid, he naturally guessed He Hongjing's intentions, but he has no choice but that the other party is the commander of the three armies, even if he is angry, he does not dare to challenge the majesty of the coach at this time.

Three moments later, Zhang Zhifang led three thousand Lu Long Jing to ride away, and galloped away under the sympathetic gaze of Wang Shaoyi and the two brothers.

"He Hongjing, this dog slave, actually harmed Lao Tzu at this time!"

When Zhang Zhifang understood the meaning of "Lao Tzu" from Li Zhen's mouth, he had already used this national scolding from later generations perfectly.

Scolding and scolding all the way, Zhang Zhifang's ingenious words, and the viciousness of the curse, after listening to the general on the side of the direct teaching, he felt more and more that his knowledge was shallow and his vision was short-sighted.

Whether it is a horse soldier or a crotch dismount, Lu Long's strength is several times stronger than He Renhou's Northern Ya soldiers.

Only half an hour later, Zhang Zhiyi had to suppress his speed and personally take a hundred elite cavalry to follow up as a pioneer, so as not to be discovered by He Renhou, after all, the sound of three thousand war horses can be heard clearly by a deaf person several miles away.

......

"Huge Lishan, where does Li Zhen want General Ben to find out!"

He Renhou stopped at the foot of Li Mountain to look, but found nothing in the dim sky.

No one could guess Li Zhen's thoughts, but he had to follow his arrangement, because He Renhou knew that his opportunity was due to Li Zhen.

I guess I should have repaid this kindness.

"General, it's getting late, we're ...... Still going up the mountain? ”

A lieutenant asked with a sad face, after all, searching the mountains at this time is as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's more, even He Renhou himself doesn't know who the "big man" he is looking for is.

He Renhou glared at the captain when he heard this, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Search, you must search, even if the sky falls, you have to go up the mountain for the general!" ”

When the captain heard this, he should have made a promise, but then he asked timidly: "Dare to ask the general, if you meet someone from the Shence Army, ......?"

After hearing this, He Renhou's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, saying: "If it's in the way, kill it!" ”

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