When Ding Daquanfu returned to the east gate of Lin'an, it was already close to the end of the day.

As it was close to the gates, and it was too late, there were very few pedestrians passing by the gates, except for a few merchants who had traveled long distances and did not want to spend the night in the big car shops outside the city, and the sergeants guarding the gate could not see a few bystanders.

"Ah~~~~!" The city gate official yawned, took the key and came to lock the door, the rules of the city gate of the Great Song Dynasty, the door key is not controlled by the gate guard, but there is a special city gate official to keep, every day to open and close the door, must be unlocked by the city gate officer himself.

He rubbed his eyelids, looked at the dark night scene outside the door, and was about to drink to order the soldiers to close the door, but suddenly saw a team of Song officials holding signs and lanterns and carrying sedan chairs, coming in a hurry.

"It's so late, which prime minister is going to enter the city?" The doorman was strange and asked the gatekeeper.

The soldiers replied, "Lord Privy Council has just left the city, and when he went out, he said that he would come back before closing the door, and he must have come." ”

"Didn't Lord Ding go to Guanzhong? Could it be that you're coming back today? "Although the doorman is small, he enters and exits with the key of Kyoto, and he is very clear about the information about the entry and exit of the officials in Beijing, so it is even more strange.

"I came back this afternoon, and went into the city once, and went out again after dark, and I heard him say that he went out to comfort a noble man who did not enter the city." The soldiers were also careful and understood very well.

While they were talking, the group arrived at the door, and a large group of black people rushed into the city gate and blocked a huge doorway.

The head was a general with a huge waist, dressed in armor, and the black looked very scary, and the doorman had eyesight, and the interested did not step forward to disturb, but stepped aside, bent down and bowed to the sedan chair.

The general swept his eyes to the left and right, and at a glance he stared at the doorman, and strode over with a meteor tom.

"You're the one in charge of the key, aren't you?" The general grinned, his eyes crossed, and his tone was terrifyingly stern.

The doorman's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly replied, "Yes, in the next ......."

"Bring it!" The general stretched out his hand.

"Take what?" The doorman was stunned and instinctively looked up.

"Get the key." When he looked up, he happened to meet the black-armored general, and the surging murderous aura on the other party's face almost made the doorman's legs unstable for a moment, and he almost sat on the ground, stunned and unable to make a sound, and even forgot to call for help to the gatekeeper next to him.

Liu Cheng snorted, stretched out his big hand, twisted the doorman's neck, lifted the whole person up like a chicken, and the other took out the doorman twice and took out the key.

"Huh." Liu Cheng laughed twice, looked back at the sedan chair, and raised his hand.

The sedan chair paused, then continued to move forward, plunging headlong into Lin'an Street, which was still full of people.

More than two hundred black-armored soldiers followed closely, all of them wearing helmets and armor, fully dressed, and the bodies of the heavy armor oppressed the barbarians were extremely heavy, and they made a neat tom sound on the stone streets.

Everyone was carrying a huge Mo knife, I don't know why the blades were wrapped in black cloth, and they didn't light up, and they were not so eye-catching under the lights on both sides of the street.

Liu Quan looked at the dozen or so Great Song Gatemen who were already in different places in the city gate cave, threw away the doorman who was strangled by himself, grinned, and shouted loudly to order the hundred or so ghost guards who remained: "Close the city gate, leave ten people to guard the door, take the key and wait to open the door for the brothers of Long Xiang and the Flying Tiger Army." The rest of you will follow me up to the castle tower and open the armory! ”

The ghost pawns did not agree loudly, but only acted in the dark, like a group of ghosts in the night, and quietly took down the east gate of Lin'an.

The sedan chair ran along the royal street towards the imperial city.

Pedestrians on both sides looked at the incredible scene in amazement: at night in the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, a group of black-armored soldiers with solemn armor, holding an official sedan chair, ran on the royal road, as if there was no one around.

People all over the street were talking about what was going on, it must be a certain big man in the Privy Council, otherwise how could there be such a big battle.

But the dancing and dancing, singing and singing, the glory is like smoke all over the city, and the scene that passes by in the blink of an eye only stays in people's minds for a short time, and everyone forgets about it, and it is time to drink and drink, and to have fun.

When you sing about wine, you should live up to your good day.

In the sedan chair, Ding Daquan gritted his teeth and was drenched in cold sweat.

The heart is full of mixed tastes, surprised, afraid, scared, puzzled, and chaotic.

He peeked at Changsun Hong, who was huddled in the sedan chair with him, and felt the coldness of the iron armor on this handsome man, and the big stone in his heart became heavier and heavier.

Coincidentally, Changsun Hong was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other, and Changsun Hong smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disturb Lord Ding, I have to let you give me another ride." ”

He withdrew the short knife in his hand from Ding Daquan's waist and inserted it into his boot.

Ding Daquan still maintained a stiff posture of being held hostage by a short knife, swallowed his saliva, and asked with the courage to tremble: "Lord Eldest Sun...... What are you doing here? ”

Changsun Hong shrugged his shoulders and took out a huge Mo knife from behind him, the knife was so big, almost as high as the space in the sedan chair, just now it was wrapped in a cloth and stuffed behind it, and he didn't feel anything, at this moment Changsun Hong tore off the cloth wrapped in the blade, and the cold glow almost made Ding Daquan unable to breathe.

"Don't do anything, people from the countryside, want to go into the imperial city to have a look and see the world." Changsun Hong carefully wiped the blade with a black cloth and replied with a smile.

Ding Daquan's heart was tightened, he wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout, he wanted to scream but couldn't scream, so he had to desperately suppress the fear in his heart, and his mouth opened and closed several times before he sent out a shock from the depths of his soul.

"You're going to rebel!"

Changsun Hong glanced at him, didn't talk, wiped his knife with all his heart, the sedan chair was very narrow, and Changsun Hong's thick armor occupied most of the space, squeezing Ding Daquan aside.

Ding Daquan tried his best to maintain his body in a curled state, his hands were squeezed on the wooden board, and he couldn't lift it, so he bent his hands like this, half shocked and half frightened.

"You, you, you're crazy! The official family recruited you to be a concubine, a great favor, but you, you want to rebel! You are crazy! Lose your marbles! ”

"You can't succeed, there are forbidden troops in the city, there are Tiger Wing Army, and Mizhou Army, you can't succeed, you will be killed, and you will affect me, you ......"

Ding Daquan said incoherently, his face was depressed, and he almost burst into tears.

"Calm down, Lord Ding, calm down." Changsun Hong wiped the big knife clean, held the knife in his arms, and comforted him: "It's not you who went to rebel, when you get to the imperial city, your errand will be over, I will arrange someone to send you back." ”

Ding Daquan's panicked expression suddenly became frightened, and he struggled violently: "Send me back?" Where to send me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! ”

Changsun Hong slapped him in the face, which suddenly made Ding Daquan calm down, covering the red and swollen half of his face in a daze.

"If you are obedient, you won't die, take my people to the Privy Council, it's Jia Rudao's rotation today, right? He should live in the Privy Council's duty room on the edge of the Imperial City, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, it will be smooth for you to bring my people over, understand? ”

The eldest grandson Hong is fierce and threatening, like a wicked person who abducts the population.

Ding Daquan nodded instinctively, his eyes blank.

At this moment, the sedan chair paused for a moment, and then put it on the ground.

Someone outside knocked lightly on the sedan board, and someone whispered: "Ghost King, it's time to get there." ”