Avenue in the autumn of the third year, Lin'an Capital, Zishi.

Qingque Street was brightly lit left and right, and the Xuanjia sergeants lined up around the Jiang Mansion, holding torches, surrounding the huge Jiang Mansion without leaking. The doors of the rest of the mansions were closed, and the homes were neatly dressed in the mansions, and the steel blades were shining. And Jiang Mansion is still calm, as if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with it. Above the main gate of Jiangfu, there is a gold lacquer plaque with the word "loyalty", which is written by Yan Gaozu, the founding emperor of Dayan, elegantly and domineeringly, no matter who passes by here, he needs to dismount to show respect, but no one pays attention to it at the moment.

The first person wore carved silk armor, rode a high-headed horse, and the next person saluted him, "General, the time has come, the brothers have blocked the surroundings of Jiang Mansion, and it is difficult for him Jiang Haoyue to fly even if he has wings!" ”

The man nodded, looking at the quiet Jiang Mansion in front of him, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, but then it was replaced by a determined look. He looked around, "Jiang Haoyue, who joined the army, intends to rebel, today we are ordered by His Majesty to arrest this person, except for Jiang Haoyue, if there is resistance, it will not matter if there is resistance!" ”

"No matter what you think in your heart, he is no longer your army!" He paused and said, "He's. . . Rebels and thieves! ”

"Yes!"

Inside Jiangfu.

A group of Jiangfu disciples gathered in the main hall, all wearing armor and crowns, and their expressions were calm. One person was about forty, wearing a blazing red battle armor, a blazing eagle crown on his head, his back to the children of the Jiang family, and he was silent. Suddenly, there was a loud sound outside the house, mixed with the sound of soldiers and armor clashing. Determination flashed in the eyes of all the children, just waiting for the last moment.

Jiang Haoyue slowly turned around, "Now that the traitor is in charge, His Majesty's whereabouts are unknown, the dynasty is chaotic, and Rong Di is in transgression, my Jiang Mansion disciples should have tried their best to support the government and destroy the enemy." But it's no longer possible! ”

The woman beside him put the finishing touches on him, her head slightly raised, her eyes full of tears, but her eyes were relieved.

Jiang Haoyue looked at the bright fire not far away, "Our Xingyang Jiang clan, since Gaozu started the army, has been fighting for twenty-three years, and countless children have died on the battlefield, but none of them have been afraid until they die in battle. ”

The sword was slowly drawn, the blood groove outlined a dark aura, and the blade pointed straight ahead.

"Jiang Jia'er Lang is here?!"

"In!"

"Dayan Wansheng!"

"Dayan Wansheng!"

In the autumn of the fourth year of the avenue, the big Yanjiang family, Zhu, none of them survived, and the world was called "Lin'an Midnight". After this night, one hundred and sixty-seven people of the Jiang family ceased to exist, and the head of Jiang Haoyue hung above the gate for three days, and the heads of each child were buried in the sea of fire or in the wilderness of violent corpses. The next day, Ji Yuan, the fourth emperor of Dayan, issued an edict to punish the nine clans of the Jiang family. Suddenly, people up and down Dayan were panicked, and people were transported to the vegetable market every day, for 37 days, and even countless places and so on.

The Jiang family, which had stood in Dayan for 80 years, was reduced to ashes, and no one dared to take pity on them.

----- "Dayan Tongzhi. Volume VII