Wei Changhui left the Tianwang Mansion with excitement, looked back at Shi Dakai with a solemn face from time to time, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, how can a woman like Shi Dakai be as kind as Shi Dakai in troubled times? This Shi Dakai is good at everything, but he is soft-hearted and dragged down by the word benevolence and righteousness. But it's okay, he is never his opponent, as long as he gets rid of Yang Xiuqing, he will definitely be able to stabilize him.

After everyone left the Dongwang Mansion, they went to mobilize their own troops and agreed to act according to the plan.

After Wei Changhui returned to the house, he immediately brought Liu Changxi, the second superintendent on the left side of the East Palace, Liu Changxi had an old relationship with the North King, and he could be regarded as the eyes and ears of the North Hall in the East Palace. After Liu Changxi arrived, Wei Changhui immediately said to him: "Changxi, there is a great merit for this king to let you be stained." ”

Liu Changxi kowtowed and said, "Six thousand years old, just command." "Although Liu Changxi is a general of the East Palace, he has been suppressed by other generals in the East Palace, and he can't come out.

Wei Changhui said in a low voice: "This king asked Xu Zongyang to bring 3,000 elite soldiers from Luzhou to Jiangxinzhou, this king is going to transfer soldiers and horses into the city tonight, how about you take the guards guarding the city and let them in?" ”

"Is this ......" Liu Changxi was shocked, what did the king of the north want to do when he transferred troops into Beijing late at night? The three thousand elite soldiers of the Northern Mansion were able to arrive at Jiang Xinzhou unconsciously, and they didn't know how the King of the North did it, so they were so anxious that they rubbed their hands together and didn't dare to reply.

Wei Changhui snorted coldly, glared at him, and said in a dark manner: "Do you dare to violate this king's order?" ”

"No, don't dare to scare the villain to death. However, with so many soldiers and horses, I'm afraid it's not easy to ......."

"Bastard! What do you want to use easily? ”

"Yes! What the villain is afraid of is not sure. Once you mess things up, won't you miss the 6,000-year-old event? ”

"So what do you say?"

"I think...... Convince the military commander guarding the pass first, and things will be easy to do. ”

"Hmm!" Wei Changhui listened reasonably. He and Liu Changxi rushed to Yifeng Gate with more than 100 North Hall guards.

Wei Changhui first hid in a doorway in Yifengmen, and his beloved Liu Dapeng followed Liu Changxi to the rest room of the official on duty. On duty tonight is Yu Zihou, the military commander of the Eastern Mansion, who is more familiar with Liu Changxi.

Liu Changxi called him outside and said, "Six thousand years old sent someone to find you, there is an urgent matter to discuss." Yu Zihou hurriedly asked, "Where is the person coming?" "It's over there." Yu Zihou felt a little strange, but he didn't dare to ask more. "Accompanied" by Liu Changxi and Liu Dapeng, they came to the door hole.

Yu Zihou took a look: There were dozens of people in the doorway, all holding swords in their hands, and their eyes showed a fierce light. Like a great enemy. The person at the head is none other than Wei Changhui, the king of the North. Asked in an instant, Yu Zihou was stunned.

Liu Dapeng kicked him and shouted in a low voice: "Kneel!" Yu Zihou hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "See six thousand years old." Wei Changhui asked, "What's your name?" "The villain's name is Yu Zihou." "Hmmm! Sub thick. This king was instructed by the nine thousand years old to move his army into the city. Cross-examination is not permitted. No leakage of information is allowed. Do you hear that? "This...... But ......"

Liu Dapeng scolded in a low voice: "What this and that! Do you still dare to doubt the words of 6,000 years old? "Don't dare, don't dare. However, the nine thousand years old had something to say, and without his handwritten instructions, the army was not allowed to enter the city. Since the six thousand years old said it, please take out the nine thousand years old edict. Let me see. Or ......"

Liu Dapeng didn't let him finish, "Smack!" And he gave him a mouthful, and then drew out his sword, and shook it before him. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I think you're tired of it." ”

Liu Changxi hurriedly stopped and said, "Wait a minute! He said to Zihou again: "Brother, I have read all the great edicts of the King of the East, so let's do it quickly." As soon as Yu Zihou looked at the shape in front of him, he knew that it was not good. But if I want to run, I can't run, I can't listen to it, I just have a heart, and I want to do whatever I want!

So, Yu Zihou hurriedly said: "Humiliation offended six thousand years old, capital crime, capital crime." Since there is an edict at the age of 9,000, the villain obeys the order. Wei Changhui sneered: "That's right. When the matter is done, I will guarantee you to be promoted to prime minister. "Let's say that, let Yu Zihou send Liu Dapeng out of Yifeng Gate, and let Yu Zihou wait in the doorway.

After the third watch, Xu Zongyang led three thousand elite soldiers from Beifu and drove into Yifeng Gate, Wei Changhui looked at this elite army, and was secretly proud in his heart, Shi Dakai's original intention was to use the forces of the kings of Tianjing to concentrate on killing the East King, but Wei Changhui had a more long-term plan. If the East Hall gets carried away and concentrates the soldiers and horses of the various palaces of Tianjing plus the edict of the Heavenly King, it is indeed possible to kill the East King, but what about after killing the East King? Wei Changhui's ambition made him decide to transfer more troops and horses back to Beijing, so he asked Xu Zongyang to mobilize 3,000 elite soldiers to hide near Tianjing and wait in Jiangxinzhou. As long as 3,000 soldiers and horses march into Tianjing, after killing the king of the east, he will have the most soldiers and horses of the king of the north.

Wei Changhui gave an order, disarmed the Dongfu guards of Yifengmen, and replaced them with his own people. This matter was done neatly, and the gods didn't know the ghosts, so they controlled the Yifeng door. Then, Wei Changhui left 500 soldiers and horses to guard Yifeng Gate, and he took Xu Zongyang and 2,500 elite soldiers to go straight to the Dongwang Mansion.

On the way, he gave an order for the soldiers to wrap the prepared white medium around their left arm. He also ordered the soldiers to kill all the people of Dongfu. There is no one to escape, and not one to be alive. Whoever wants to resist and disobey the order will be stripped of his skin.

In the past few days, the temperature in Tianjing has been high, the sky is clear, and there is not even a trace of wind. At night, it is not cool, and it is uncomfortably stuffy. Tonight, although it's almost four watches, the heat is still there. Wei Changhui and Xu Zongyang, holding Liu Changxi and Yu Zihou, ran at the front of the team. In the blink of an eye, I came to the East Palace. According to the plan, they surrounded the mansion strictly, and after a while, they saw that the kings sent people to contact, the streets near the Tianjing East Wang's Mansion had been guarded, and the passage of the Tianjing defense army camp was also controlled, and no one could enter and leave to transfer troops.

Seeing that the general trend had been achieved, and all that the north hall wanted to solve was the thousands of guards in the Dongwang Mansion, Wei Changhui no longer hesitated, and as soon as the order came out, the troops immediately stepped forward to disarm the guards outside the Dongwang Mansion. When the Dongfu guards saw Liu Changxi coming with people, they didn't know what was happening, so they were taken down in a daze, and the soldiers and horses in the north hall were preparing to break through outside the Dongwang Mansion.

Xu Zongyang pointed with his sword and motioned to Liu Changxi to call the door. Liu Changxi didn't dare to slack off, walked up the steps hard, and knocked on the corner door. It's not a lot of work. Someone in the door asked, "Who?" Liu Changxi said: "Liu Changxi, the second superintendent of the left." ”

"What's the matter?" "There is a change in the army, and it must be started at the age of nine thousand years now." "Wait!" The man in the door took out the key and opened the corner door with a "bang". Before he could see what was going on, Xu Zongyang's sword had already pierced into his chest. Wei Changhui shouted: "Quick! Rush in! ”

The first to come picked up the key from the ground, opened the gate, and with a "bang", the army of the king of the north swarmed into the east mansion. At the same time, Wei Changhui glanced at Xu Zongyang and Liu Dapeng, and two sharp swords pierced into the hearts of Liu Changxi and Yu Zihou. These two soft bones who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Finally failed to save the dog's life. The black-pressed army suddenly turned into several strands and rushed into all the rooms. Kill people when they see them, kill them when they see them, and in an instant, screams and exclamations come and go. The smell of blood permeated. Wei Changhui took Xu Zongyang and a part of the army and went straight to the inner garden.

These days. Yang Xiuqing's mood is particularly comfortable. Every day, I dream of ascending to the throne. Hong Xiuquan promised him to hold a Zen throne ceremony on August 17, and he agreed, but later, he felt inappropriate. How? He was worried about long nights and dreams! For this reason, he urged Hong Xiuquan to advance the meditation position. Hong Xiuquan couldn't, so he changed the date to the seventh day of August. Yang Xiuqing is still too slow. and set the date until the first day of the eighth month. According to this plan, wait another three days to ascend to the Kowloon Entrance.

Yang Xiuqing was so happy that he couldn't sleep, and secretly summed up the current soldiers inside and outside Tianjing. All of them were his direct troops, about 40,000 people. The generals who lead the troops are all his henchmen. He is more relieved about this. But he missed the arrangement of how his subordinates would deal with the sudden attack of the Heavenly King, and the orders were all from the East Palace, if the East Palaces were surrounded, they would not even be able to send the orders to mobilize troops and horses.

Judging from the recent form, Tianjing is in good order, and all the yamen are in peace, and they are all actively preparing for the Zen throne ceremony. He is also very satisfied with this. From the information sent by the Heavenly King's Mansion, it was learned that Hong Xiuquan had no aversion to the Zen position, and he did not see any abnormal actions. It seems that Hong Xiuquan has been conquered by himself. Thinking of this, Yang Xiuqing smiled, he smiled so naturally and proudly.

However, he suddenly thought of the three kings of Bei, Yi, and Yan in the capital, and couldn't help frowning, as if he always felt that something was wrong. According to the character of the Wing King, such a big thing as forcing Banzai to be sealed would not be so silent, Yang Xiuqing faintly felt a little uneasy. But then he thought that forcing the seal to be long live had been established, and it was justified that he would not accept it, and if necessary, he could also use force to subdue him.

Thinking of this, his mood seemed to be a little lighter, and he said outside: "Come on! The two female officers on duty walked in softly and knelt at his feet: "Long live what do you command?" Yang Xiuqing said: "Spread my word, let Zhou Niang sleep tonight." "Yes!" A female official quickly sent the letter, and the other female official supported Yang Xiuqing and slowly walked towards the Spring Heart Pavilion.

Chunxin Pavilion is an integral part of the Inner Palace of the East Mansion, on the west side of Wangyun Tower. There are five main halls, three east and west side halls. There are rockery fish ponds in the courtyard, and the cloister is curved in the building, which is quiet and elegant. Sometimes, Yang Xiuqing takes a nap or rests here.

Half a month ago, his henchman Hou Qianfang found a Jiangnan girl named Zhou Xiaoling, who was just seventeen years old this year. This girl was originally working in the "Dian Weaving Ya" in Dongfu, and was discovered by Hou Qianfang by chance. After understanding, Hou Qianfang learned that Zhou Xiaoling was originally the daughter of Zhou Rulan of the Jinling School of the Qing Government. After the Taiping Army broke the city, Zhou Rulan's whole family died, but Zhou Xiaoling survived. She was assigned to work in the Dongfu Weaving Office. Perhaps she was young at the time, and her appearance did not attract attention. Three years later, she was mature, with a delicate demeanor, a plump body, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and white skin like snow. It's like a hibiscus out of the water, a fairy in the Moon Palace. In order to curry favor with Yang Xiuqing, Hou Qianfang secretly transferred Zhou Xiaoling into the inner garden, picked a few ingenious female officials, and taught her to groom and practice etiquette. Three days ago, he dedicated Zhou Xiaoling to Yang Xiuqing. Yang Xiuqing was overjoyed when she saw it and rewarded Hou Qianfang.

At this moment, Yang Xiuqing walked into the Spring Heart Pavilion. All the female officers dressed in thick pink and lined up to take over. kneeling at the front is Zhou Xiaoling. Yang Xiuqing helped her up and walked into the bedroom hand in hand.

The room was decorated in the style of a Western court, with a large spring bed in the middle, inlaid with red and green gems at the head, and a cloud veil hanging high on the bed; By the window is a carved dresser, and a large glass brick mirror reflects the light; On the north side, there are full sofas and coffee tables, a closet with all kinds of curiosities, a precious carpet at the feet, and a few pots of jasmine spitting fragrant. There is also a Western eight-tone piano in the house, the piano surface is bright and shining, and the whole room is arranged harmoniously and quietly, elegant and chic, giving people a comfortable and bright feeling. It's also strange to say, although Yang Xiuqing and the King of the West are very incompatible, he likes these Western things offered by the King of the West very much.

Yang Xiuqing sat on the sofa, Zhou Xiaoling took off his boots, hat and pajamas for him, and put him on a delicate late. After the shift, Zhou Xiaoling first served Yang Xiuqing to lie down, and she sat in front of the dresser and began to remove her makeup. Yang Xiuqing held the back of his head with both hands, looked at her carefully through the cloud gauze tent, and couldn't help but make him confused. Then turn off the light and fall asleep.

After the third watch, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, which woke him up. He opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly saw a flickering fire reflected in the window. Then, the screams of women, the clashing of weapons, the gasps of the struggle, and the screams of desperation mingled. At first, Yang Xiuqing thought she was dreaming, so she lay on the bed and didn't move. In the blink of an eye, I felt that it was not a dream. Not only that, but he also had a premonition that it was related to his fate. As soon as he pushed Zhou Xiaoling away and sat up, he saw a female official running into the house and screaming, "No...... Oh no, someone is killing! ”

Before the female officer could finish speaking, a group of men armed with sharp knives had already broken into the room. The man at the head, holding a bright short sword in his hand, raised his sword and fell, knocking her to the ground.

At this moment, Yang Xiuqing had already seen clearly that the person who was the leader was Wei Changhui, the king of the north. Suddenly, he understood. By now, there is nothing more to say. With lightning speed, he pulled out a short gun from the bedside table. This was also given to him by the King of the West, and it was the latest British product - the Blue Shield pentatonic repeating pistol.

But before he could hold the pistol steady, Wei Changhui pounced in front of him, and it was a sword in his right hand. Yang Xiuqing retracted his hand, slowed down a little, and with a "click", his right hand was cut off by the sword. Yang Xiuqing gritted her teeth in pain, and jumped over the spring bed, intending to take the road away. Before he could stand on his feet, a few swords had cornered him. (To be continued......)