Silver spear and silver armor, and a horse in each hand. The galloping momentum was as if he was really on the battlefield of the corpse mountain and sea of blood.

And rushing to the forefront was Chen Zhaoming, who also changed into armor.

I have to say that Chen Zhaoming, who has never put on armor, is like a cheerful young man. However, after changing into armor, he suddenly became a fearless man with strict military discipline and could go up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire.

"Kill!"

A low roar sounded between the horse's hooves. This was followed by a dozen angry roars.

Chang Xiujun, who had already been stunned, was stunned and at a loss.

There was no armor, just a cloth coat, no war horses, only Changge, and some were even stained with a trace of rust. Not to mention the military formation and cooperation, there is no trace of it.

From the inside and outside, in addition to the large number of people, Chang Xiujun couldn't find a single point of victory at all.

Of course, there is almost no difference between this person, in front of the cavalry who have already charged, there is and there is not.

The palace guards of more than a dozen people are even more desperate than Yu Meng's more than thirty people.

Blood and heads flew together, and the fifty or sixty people who had originally gathered at the entrance of the alley were just working on tea, and only a few people could barely cover their wounds and lay on the ground wailing.

The other dozens of people in the alleyway were a blessing in disguise. After all, although Yu Meng's subordinates cooperated well, they were still too much worse than real soldiers.

In addition, the alley is too narrow, there are many corpses, and it is inconvenient to move, and there are not as many people killed as imagined.

"Let them all quit and kneel at the entrance of the street, but if they don't comply, they will be killed!" In the alleyway, Xia Huan, who also heard the movement outside, said to Yu Meng, who was a little stunned on the side.

"Whoa!"

Yu Meng didn't dare to slack off, and immediately took his subordinates and shouted.

Fortunately, the remaining group of Changxiu Army has long lost their fighting spirit. Seeing that he can save his life, how can he hesitate?

When Xia Huan walked out of the alley full of corpses, all Chang Xiujun knelt down honestly with their heads down.

And Jing Zhong, who was riding on the horse before, also knelt on the ground tremblingly, not even daring to look at Xia Huan.

"What's your name?" Xia Huan walked up to Jing Zhong and asked.

"Little, villain Jing Zhong, I've seen His Highness!" Jing Zhong hurriedly knelt down to the ground and said.

In the entire Ying, there can be such an elite cavalry, except for the Seventh Prince, who is almost forgotten, there is no second person.

With armor, besieging the prince, or sealing the king, such a mouth can already be regarded as a rebellion.

He, Jing Zhong, is just a side branch of the Jing family. If it was an ordinary prince, maybe the Jing family might be able to protect him and spare his life.

However, the seven princes in front of him are the sons of Queen Jing. That's the nephew of the head of the family, Jing Che, and the younger brother of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Although above the court, these seven princes have been unknown, but if the queen learns that the Jing family bullied her own son so much.

Without waiting for the Emperor of Chu and the Empress to make a move, the head of the family, Jing Che, had to kill him first, no matter what the reason was.

"The villain didn't know that His Highness was coming, and His Highness forgave his sins in vain!" Jing Zhong said as he slammed the ground twice harder.

A man in his fifties, with a lot of white silk, is quite pitiful to look at.

"Benjun, it's not easy to know you." Xia Huan smiled mildly and said.

"Thank Your Highness for not killing!"

Jing Zhong, who was relieved, immediately kowtowed again, full of gratitude. However, Xia Huan's next sentence made him feel as if he had fallen into the cold abyss.

"Take him to Shoudu!"

"Whoa!"

The two palace guards, escorting Jing Zhong, who had collapsed to the ground, couldn't help but say something, and threw them directly on the horse.

"Da Da Da!"

The sound of another horse sounded, and Lin Mu, who was wearing a crooked official uniform, dismounted before the horse stopped.

It's a pity that he is not good at riding and fell directly to the ground.

"Minister, Yingshang ordered, meet Your Highness! Frightened His Highness, the ministers deserve death! ”

"Don't be in a hurry to die, this gentleman still needs you!"

Flicking his sleeves lightly, Xia Huan put down a sentence, rode on a horse, and rode away towards the Junfu.

Although Yingshang is big, but such a big thing happened, it didn't take long for almost everyone on Yingshang to know about it.

Unlike those who are a little apprehensive or gloating.

Ordinary people are just curious about who this Yingshang army who has made the Jing family suffer such a big loss.

Yingshang is only a few dozen miles away from Shoudu, and before it gets dark, the four palace guards took Jing Zhong, who was like a dead dog, to Shoudu.

As one of the most wealthy families in Shoudu, the people who want to win over the Jing family every day can be described as like a carp crossing the river, endlessly.

However, in front of the Jing family, it is always extraordinarily quiet.

Anyone who knows the rules knows that cars and horses are not allowed to enter the main gate of Jing's house. It was the head of the Jing family, and Jing Che, the prime minister of the dynasty, dismounted dozens of steps away and walked back on foot.

It can be said that the Jing family is in the downtown area, but there is a rare quietness.

Today, however, the sound of a fast horse shattered the silence.

"Big brother! Eldest brother! ”

On top of the fast horse, a somewhat rugged-looking man completely ignored the people who were waiting in front of Jing's door. In his surprised gaze, he roared and hurried towards the door.

"Third master, the prime minister is handling official business, you can't disturb it!" A man who looked like a domestic servant stopped the rugged man with a bitter face.

Jing Qi slapped the servant dizzy, and also yelled in his mouth: "Get out of the way!" If you make a mistake, can you take it? ”

It's just that no matter what, the servant just refused to let go of his hand and stopped Jingqi deadly.

"What a noisy and noisy thing!"

Finally, at this time, Jing Xiu, who heard that Jing Qi was back, frowned and appeared in front of Jing Qi. The servant, on the other hand, hurriedly bowed and left.

The Jing family is a family of Wenchen, but the third master of the Jing family is a natural martial artist. and Jing Che Jing Xiu, who has always been like a humble gentleman, are simply worlds apart.

"Second brother, something happened on the chin!" Jing Qi still looked anxious.

However, Jing Xiu said impatiently: "Yingshang? What can happen to the chin? ”

"That little prince, Yingshangjun, killed more than 30 people of our Jing family! Later, Changxiu Army, who killed dozens of people, was afraid that no less than 100 lives were killed! ”

"What!" When Jing Qi said this, Jing Xiu was also taken aback.

As if feeling that something was wrong, Jing Xiu glanced around, and after finding that there was no one, he frowned and shouted, "Follow me!" ”

In the palace, although Xia Ze tried his best to maintain the majesty of the king, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Putting down the letter in his hand, Xia Ze glanced at Jing Zhong, who was kneeling under His Royal Highness, waved his hand, and said, "Send this person to the queen's palace!" ”

"Whoa!"

On the side, Wang Shu answered quietly. Then, Na Jing Zhong was dragged out again.