Song Guanzi is laying out, and Pei Chaoyang is also not left behind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When he saw the Tsing Yi big man in the carriage when he killed people on a rainy night in Tsing Yi Lane, he already realized that something was wrong. When he learned from Huaijin Nankou that Song Guanzi was sitting in Hangzhou City and planned to eradicate the group of dead soldiers who came from the depths, he confirmed the suspicions in his heart even more. Killing a group of dead soldiers doesn't need to be troublesome at all, and the big hands that have always started with the overall situation of the country can be handed over to the cicada trapping net of the Cardinal Division, even if one or two loaches are missed, it will not change much in the situation between the Northern Liao and the Southern Jin Dynasty.

But why did Song Guanzi choose to come to Liangzhejiang Road at this time, and it was still in a sensitive period of the political situation in Bianliang. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and after buying the news from Jufulou, Pei Chaoyang realized that Song Guanzi's goal might not be a few dead soldiers who went south at all, but other plans, maybe the carriage in and out of Hangzhou City was the ultimate goal.

He changed into a regular suit and tightened the bowstring with the crossbow necessary for the Guangling Sailor. At this time, the Hu people who went south were already catching turtles in the urn, as long as Lin ** set up an ambush outside Hangzhou to stop the white carriage that haunted in the middle of the night, all the truth would come out.

After tidying up his clothes, he turned to go out, and he looked at the black head in the courtyard with a solemn expression.

Without exception, his expression was solemn, his eyes were bright, and he carried a sharp Yanling knife on his waist, and he knew at a glance that he was an elite soldier from the army.

Pei Chaoyang carried Huaijinnan on his back, and hand-picked more than 50 elites of the martial arts battalion, and they were already ready to go in the courtyard.

The adjutant stepped forward and handed him the token. Pei Chaoyang took the gold medal in the adjutant's hand and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ready?" ”

The young adjutant nodded, leaned in front of him and whispered, "It's all ready, everything is at the mercy of what the adults say, the first batch of twenty people are in ambush in Lin **, and they will start as soon as the carriage appears." The second group was on standby on a small hill five hundred paces away as reinforcements. No matter how good the skills of a dozen Hu people are, they can't stop the spears and crossbows of the Liao people in the Wushu battalion. ”

"Okay."

Pei Chaoyang, who was deep in the city government, had already calculated everything, and Song Guanzi's goal should be the secret in the carriage. If he can take the carriage one step ahead, Huaijinnan will be able to grasp the initiative instead, so that the surnamed Song will lose the opportunity, and no matter what he wants to do again, he will have no chance.

Pei Chaoyang did not report the matter directly to Huaijinnan, because he was afraid of leaking the news.

"Action."

The footsteps of the iron boots squirmed, and the steel and the hard bluestone slab came into contact, making a sonorous metal sound, neat and orderly. The soldier's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, ready to be unsheathed.

The moonlight crept up the willow tops, bleak like a silver hook hanging between the branches, and the soldiers in armor blended into the dark night and rushed towards the forest ** outside Hangzhou.

The iron clothes are as cold as water, and the moonlight is full of bows and knives.

Tsing Yi Lane is sparsely populated, only a horse impatiently kicks the bluestone slab bricks, and the horseshoe touches the ground, making a sonorous sound.

The night wind mingled with the neighing of the horses, swept into the otherwise silent night.

There was a carriage parked in front of the mansion without any decoration, and the lazy coachman sat reclining, his left foot bent on the carriage, supporting his chin, and the other foot dangling from the ground, swaying, and swearing incessantly, and the people inside the door were waiting for him a little impatiently.

"Let's go, a big man."

When the coachman saw that he was still rubbing in the courtyard, he couldn't help but say a few more words with a straight face.

Chen Zhongqing walked out with a package in his hand, and didn't say much, just said a few rude words. The coachman didn't want to say anything, but urged him to get on the bus as soon as possible, muttering that the guests were already waiting impatiently.

Before the banquet began, Chen Zhongqing had to go to meet the legendary Ye Guozhu, but all this was a trick arranged by Song Guanzi.

The arrogant coachman was hired for money, and if it weren't for the sake of a tael of silver, he would not have been too lazy to take on this kind of work.

Chen Zhongqing lifted the curtain and sat in the not very spacious carriage, and then whispered, "Let's go." ”

Lao Jia stood by the door and watched the carriage go away, sighed in his heart, and then closed the door, turned around and left with a wooden box on his back.

There were some bumps in the carriage, but Chen Zhongqing sat in it with his hands but did not have any leisure, he unwrapped the package, looked at the contents and smiled, and then began to get busy.

The coachman only heard a sound from the curtain of the carriage one floor away, but he could not turn back and ask what the other party was doing, so he had to remain silent, and whipped the horse to run faster, and received the reward early.

As soon as I turned the corner of the alley and walked towards the house, I heard the person in the curtain of the car talking.

"Stop, wait."

The sound of the advancing wheels was abruptly interrupted, and it was only a quarter of an hour before it resumed.

In the deep alley, four or five sharp scimitars waited for the shadow of the horse's carriage to appear, and at the corner of the street, the dead soldiers lined up clenched the scimitars in their hands, listening to the sound of horses' hooves from far and near, holding their breath.

Chen Zhongqing was the key to their assassination of Ye Huangchao. If these Hu dead soldiers can go south and go deep into the hinterland of the Southern Jin Dynasty, there must be a military advisor behind them who plays the role of the backbone. The banquet in Hangzhou was too obvious to arouse their interest, but instead they were eyeing the young people in the carriage. Setting up wine is a Hongmen feast, and the young man in the carriage is the key to finding Ye Huang's nest.

As long as you catch him, you can find out the whereabouts of Ye Huangchao by touching the melon, and there is only one person on the other side, so this is the best opportunity to start.

The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, and the neighing of the horse as it galloped could almost be heard in the left ear.

The coachman whistled, still thinking about the reward he would receive later, and he couldn't help but speed up. Finish this trip early, get the money and go back for another pot of wine. As the carriage was about to walk out of the long alley, a ghostly black shadow suddenly burst out of the corner, and a round of shimmering crescent moon waved in his hand, and before the coachman could shout, the sharp blade was like an eagle's claw embedded in the skin, piercing his chest, and the palm of his hand shook, spurting warm blood from the wound.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the silent night, and blood continued to flow from his chest, from his chest to his abdomen, pulling out a deep knife wound that could be seen to the bone, and scarlet gushed out from this wound, and he couldn't contain his strength.

The coachman clutched his chest in pain, and fell from the carriage staggeringly, and the assassin reached out to support his body, and then slowly laid it on the ground without making a sound. Then he turned around and nodded to the few people behind him.

The others clenched their knives, ready to strike at any moment.

There was silence in the deep alleys.

The people in the carriage seemed to be unaware that they were surrounded by people and in danger.

The dead man who stepped on it first slowly lifted the curtain, clenching the scimitar in his hand and ready to strike at any time, but the moment he lifted it completely, his eyes suddenly widened.

It was empty.

Only a fixed bolt was aimed at his face.

The jackdaws in the trees flapped their wings and flew into the distance.

The string that was originally tied to the corner of the curtain was tightened, and after his hand lifted the curtain, the trigger of the crossbow was immediately pulled, and the taut string suddenly loosened, and the fixed crossbow arrow shot out instantly.

The crossbow bolt shot at the dead man at a distance of less than three feet, and there was no time to draw the sword back to the defense.

In front of everyone, the crossbow arrow hit the center of the eyebrows, and the dead man turned on his horse, and the whole person fell backwards and fell directly to the ground, dying of anger. Before he died, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people looked at each other.

The first to react shouted, "Oh no, we're being calculated!" ”