Jingshi should be Tianfu.

The twilight is thick all over the city, and the cold wind adds a new coolness.

In the midsummer evening, the wind suddenly rose, which seemed to stir up the stuffiness condensed in the air, and people clearly felt that while the hot wind was blowing on their faces, the wind also brought coolness.

"Boom."

Inside the red wall, a dull sound of horses' hooves sounded faintly.

In front of the Qianqing Gate, two tin-topped blue mantle sedan chairs were parked not far apart, two Beijing officials dressed in four-grade court clothes, handing over the sign to enter the palace waiting interval, were talking with a small Zhang Jing in the inner room, and the sedan chair man and the subordinate stood behind.

"Huh?"

The sound of horses' hooves came, and the Jingguan and his entourage all looked involuntarily towards the red wall, their faces full of doubt.

Forbidden City?

"Grandma!"

The little deacon who received the sign was different from others, and when he heard the sound of horses' hooves, his face was stagnant, and he reached out to lift the hem of his regular clothes, and ran away.

"Get out of the way."

Xiao Zhangjing is quite exquisite, and while running with small steps, he didn't forget to turn his head and shout.

Everyone in front of the sedan chair was in the kung fu, a horse neighed in their ears, and when they looked up, they saw Jingyun Gate, a horse suddenly jumped out, followed by two horses, three horses, four or five horses.

Riding to the palace gate, the young man's half-leaning body suddenly straightened up, and he looked up at the dark clouds that were pressing down in the middle of the gallop, as if he was uncomfortable by the surrounding stuffiness, and he actually looked up to the sky and roared, shaking the reins to urge the horse.

"Boom."

The big black horse was in pain, and jumped out again while running, stopping in front of the doorway, and flew out with a jump. The four knights who followed behind all urged their horses to follow closely when they saw this.

The first and fourth and fifth horsemen rushed through the guards and guarded the palace forbidden, wrapped in a thick twilight, and jumped out of the palace directly.

It wasn't really true in the dark, but from the small size of the knight on the horse, it could be vaguely judged that it was just some teenager.

Manchurian teenagers? Forbidden Palace?

"It's not good, it's Brother Jiu."

The Jing official who was stroking the long beard under his chin in front of the sedan chair, Fang Wait remembered something, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he didn't mention the hem of the court clothes, just like Xiao Zhangjing before, he ran away.

"Huh?"

Hu Zhaolong, the young Zhan of Zhan Shifu, who was standing on the spot, didn't have time to react, and the five horsemen carried the sound of rolling horses' hooves close to the ground, and a gust of wind swept in.

"Boom".

The thick clouds in mid-air pressed down, and among the lead-blue dark clouds, there was a faint dull thunder.

"Ahh

A terrible scream, accompanied by a crisp sound of bone cracking, was in front of the sedan chair to hold the old man, to be a loyal protector of the long-term follower, just in front of Hu Zhaolong's eyes was knocked away by a horse.

"Look for death."

Urging the horse to rush in front of the master's horse to knock the roadrunners away, Sunrise Gan, cursed a Mongolian language, and at the same time immediately lowered his body, he carried the riding bow in his hand back behind him.

The cavalry marched in a hurry, did not stop when encountered, did not turn, and found that there were sporadic crowds in front of the road, and there was no flag, the leader of the sentry horse would give orders, and the cavalry marched directly between the ten thousand arrows in the air, covering.

The procession to greet relatives, the peasants who rushed to the market, the caravan camel caravan, the lifters who entered Beijing to rush the examination, and the county officials of the local state capital, etc., all did not care. As long as you block the path of the cavalry and block the road, it will be covered by the diffuse fire of the cavalry in the middle of the march.

The rest of the fish that slipped through the net, the cavalry crossed, the staggered effort, and all the moving targets within the arrow range would be killed.

"Ahh

Hu Zhaolong was so frightened by the wind brought up by the horse that he couldn't help but retreat again and again, and hit the blue sedan chair behind him, shaking the sedan chair with the curtain.

"Open!"

The horse galloped out of the front of the leader more than 20 paces away, and the young man suddenly picked up the bow and twisted his body, and at the same time the body twisted, the bow was half full, and he didn't aim at it.

"Bang, buzz!"

A three-edged long arrow, while the bowstring trembled, instantly pierced into the tin roof of the sedan chair, and the half-exposed golden eagle feathers trembled slightly, shooting directly through.

"Oops."

Hu Zhaolong, who hit the sedan chair, was already staggering, and he was frightened by the arrow on his head, and even sat on the ground with a poof.

"Ha, the ancient gentleman shot the royal, married the sedan chair, and the gentleman was shot off the sedan chair."

A slightly immature child's voice, mixed with undisguised banter and ridicule, came from the five horsemen who were still non-stop.

There was a "click" of dry thunder, the thick clouds in the sky pressed down, and the bean-sized rain poured down instantly.

"Whew."

Hu Zhaolong, who was sitting on the ground, was overly frightened, his skin was wrapped in a layer of cold sweat, his body was sore, and he couldn't lift the slightest strength, plus the rain that covered his face with his head and face, and his face was full of water, and he cried out aggrievedly.

"Huh."

There was another long laugh in the wind and rain, and the young man who had just shot the small sedan chair with an arrow immediately turned around and saw Hu Zhaolong's ugly state, and he was even more happy.

"Click" was another thunderclap, and the blue light flashed.

Suddenly, a cyan arc of lightning that split the nether realm directly hit the bow that the young man was holding.

"Sigh gray gray" The horse neighed, and the big black horse in the lead suddenly lost its front hoof, and the horse's head suddenly lowered during the rapid march, and even the people and the horse pounced.

The young knight didn't even let out a scream, and in an instant he threw himself into the street with his horse.

"Ahh

The four young guards who were accompanying him were stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly let out a wolf-like roar, "The Ninth Master was struck by lightning!" ”

In front of the sedan chair, Hu Zhaolong, who was sitting on the muddy floor wiping his tears, saw several guards rushing towards the horse's corpse, he was stunned at first, and then laughed gloatingly: "Yes!" ”

Emperor Shunzhi succeeded from Dolgon's widowed son, the ninth son of the emperor Aixin Jueluo. Yuan Ji, in the seventeenth year of Shunzhi, on the sixth day of the fifth month of midsummer, the palace forbade the horses, raised the knife through the city, and was struck by lightning outside the Qianqing Gate.

Survived......

……

“… What the is this? ”

"Ninth Master, God has mercy, you can wake up, slave Dai Min, please Ninth Master."

"Ann you Malegobi, kidnapping tickets, right?"

"Tie... Kidnap? ”

"Which bank transferred the debt to you, I'll go back to the company to open an acceptance for you, and verify this part in your hands, okay brother? Don't make it a personal grudge, just order money. ”

"Ninth Master, you... What's wrong with you? ”

"Who? Who the is the ninth master? I'm your uncle, and the loan collection technology has evolved to this point? Who mummified me? … Hey, I'm grass, and shaved my head? ”

"Ninth Master, slave Dai Min, don't you know the minion anymore?"

“… I... I'm ... What's the body, why is it so small? ”

"Ninth Master..."

"I want to be quiet."

"Who is Jingjing?"

“……”

"Come on, the ninth master has fainted again!"