"You just said that it was Huang Sanyuan's scholar and general, who found out that the thief was plotting against him, and now he has entered Qionglin Garden, so he didn't recruit him quickly!"

As soon as Murong Fu and the four generals walked in, they saw the leader of the forbidden army here, the commander of the military in front of the palace, and looked at him with an extremely unkind look.

Murong Fu didn't say much, waved his hand, and the four of them pushed the thief forward.

The eyes of the forbidden army were blazing, and their eyes were not happy, but angry and scrutinizing.

Today, he was beaten by three thieves, and if he gave a few more generals Xixia fine work, it would be too big to lose his face.

But what made the leader of the forbidden army sink his heart was that these thieves were not taking credit.

Because their eyes were fierce, their heads were raised hard, and there was a sneer on the corner of their mouths, they were obviously mentally prepared for a long time.

The leader of the forbidden army looked down again, looking at the shape of his legs.

It is a serious looped leg, and the feet are not straight when they are close together, which is characteristic of horseback riding all year round.

Look at the arms, they are long and powerful, the muscles are strong, and the bow technique is certainly not bad.

These characteristics, taken out alone, do not prove anything, but they exist together, which is empirical evidence.

The Great Song Dynasty and the Western Xia would send fine works every year to investigate each other's important cities to investigate intelligence.

The Great Song Dynasty was for defense, and the Western Xia was for aggression.

These meticulous works are not something that can be done by bribing some poor people and poor scholars, they are all the most elite men in the army, changing their faces and infiltrating each other's countries.

In other words, it is not the Han people who are being taken down in front of them, but the party members.

Indeed, seeing that the Jinshi were standing far away and did not dare to approach, these Western Xia people, who had obviously become prisoners under the ranks, grinned and shouted in unison: "We are the warriors of the Great White Kingdom!" ”

Xixia is the name of the Song people, and the party is still white, and many times they call themselves the Great White High Country, and the Great White Shangguo.

At the last moment of their lives, these meticulous works glared at everyone viciously: "It's a pity that I couldn't kill all of you cowardly Song people!" ”

The forbidden army couldn't listen anymore, and waved his big hand: "Take it down!" ”

Murong Fu stopped: "Wait!" ”

The top of the forbidden army's head changed color: "Presumptuous, what is your identity, dare to shout here?" ”

If he was an ordinary person, he was frightened, but Murong Fu didn't care about him, and sneered: "Although our status is low, our loyalty to the Great Song Dynasty and the official family is the same, and these thieves chose Qionglin Banquet as the attack point, and they should be instructed by the inside!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the forbidden army was still not doing anything, and the Jinshi blew up.

The Qionglin banquet was a glorious moment for them in exchange for ten years of cold windows, but it was a mess.

If it is simply an attack planned by the Western thieves, it is okay, but there are also internal spies who listen to this meaning?

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

The face of the leader of the forbidden army also changed: "Who is it?" ”

Murong Fu pushed the party item in his hand: "You still haven't explained?" ”

This man was different from the others who looked at death as if he were at home, and his body was trembling slightly.

Seeing that he was going to leak the secret, the other party members were furious: "The glory of the vultures shines on us, if you dare to leak the secret, you will also be eaten by ghosts and gods after death!" ”

The vultures are the name of the party members for the emperor of the Western Xia, and the ghosts and gods are the existence of worship in awe of every household.

This adds a bit of credibility.

Seeing that the time was ripe, this party member who had been caught by Xu Yue a long time ago, and was later fed a potion by the nightingale and added part of his memory, trembled and stretched out his hand and pointed to a person in the hall.

Swish!

The crowd followed the direction he pointed, and the people on both sides stepped away, and then looked at one person with a look of disbelief.

Among the jinshi, Han Zhongyan, who was isolated, was stunned.

The Forbidden Army changes color.

If it's another Jinshi, it's fine, but now it's the son of the prime minister of the dynasty!

The leader of the forbidden army directly didn't let him continue, and waved his hand: "Take down all these Western thieves who are indiscriminately accused!" ”

However, it was Murong Fu who moved faster, and he also shouted angrily: "You thief, you have evil intentions, and you haven't made it clear!" ”

The party member trembled: "It's not him, it's the person next to him, named Cai Jing." ”

As soon as these words came out, the forbidden army breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, panting, it's going to scare people to death!

For the sake of the face of the head of the three yuan, although Murong Fu and his party are subordinates, they can not be offended, or not offended.

After all, that one is so powerful, who knows where he will go in the future?

Of course, if they really want to identify the prime minister's son, they still have to take it together, but now they can not offend both.

However, after all, the leader of the forbidden army was a martial artist, and he didn't notice that after the party person "made it clear", the gap around Han Zhongyan was not filled.

All the jinshi avoided the side, and even the people who usually stammered did not come forward.

The city gate is full of fish, and it still affects the innocent, not to mention that this incident is to assassinate the prince of a country?

The people around Han Zhongyan are spies, and they seem to only know no one else, but the bad influence is far more than that.

Murong Fu had been observing Han Zhongyan's expression, admiring the increasingly pale face.

In the champion building, he followed behind Gongzi, watched Han Zhongyan's arrogance coldly, and kept letting the crazy life around him pour sewage on Gongzi.

At that time, he decided to give back to the other in his own way.

Now it's the turn of the prime minister's son to get a taste of being slandered.

How's it going, is it okay?

……

……

Meanwhile.

Huang Shang and his entourage entered the imperial city under the escort of hundreds of straight classes.

In the Song Dynasty, Ban Zhi was equivalent to the Imperial Forest Army, and was the personal guard of important royal family members such as the emperor and the crown prince.

Many of these classes have been passed down from generation to generation, and many of their ancestors have been on errands in the palace since Zhao Kuangyin, and they have been passed down from generation to generation for a hundred years.

Their arrogance can be seen at a glance, and as far as the eye can see, they are all big muscles.

It's not about any hormones, it's about getting straight in every generation, and if you marry a wife, you don't want to be pretty and slender, but you like a tall tank with a thick physique.

Grandma Biluo is in demand with them.

In this way, it can be passed down from generation to generation, so as to ensure that every class is like an iron tower, born with great strength and incomparably strong.

However, being sandwiched between a group of brothers and nobles who were at least a head taller than him, Zhao Shu felt even more dizzy, and subconsciously shouted: "Huang Qing! Huang Qing! ”

Huang Shang and Fan Zhen and other civil officials had already turned around and left.

Ministers are not allowed to enter the palace unless they are summoned.

But at this moment, the prince's cry came, and they had to stop.

Fan Zhen said: "Huang Sanyuan, the prince's safety is paramount, go!" ”

"Thank you!"

Huang Shang raised his hand and saluted and walked over.

Ban Zhi subconsciously surrounded Zhao Shu in the center like an iron bucket.

But Huang Shang took a step, and a soft but firm force separated them, came to Zhao Shu's side, reached out to probe his pulse, and once again entered a stream of innate true qi.

Seeing that the prince closed his eyes, his complexion improved rapidly, and all the classes were separated, protecting the two in a ring.

And at this moment, another group of people arrived.

The young man at the head was thin, but his eyes were bright, and his face was full of worry.

He is the eldest son of Zhao Shu, and he is now only fifteen years old.

When Zhao Ji came to Zhao Shu's side, Huang Shang had already let go of his hand.

Zhao Shu's situation has finally been completely stabilized.

"I'm fine!"

Zhao Shu patted Zhao Xuan's hand as a sign of comfort, and said to Huang Shang: "Huang Qing, you have saved your life twice, I really don't know how to thank you......"

did not call it lonely, but this is more sincere and sincere.

Huang Shang looked at Zhao Shu and Zhao Xu's father and son, but suddenly remembered the TV series "Know or Not".

The male protagonists played by Feng Shaofeng, the new emperor and King Yong who are assisted, are Yingzong and Shenzong, that is, the two in front of him.

It's a pity that compared to the forbearant new emperor in the TV series, the real Yingzong is much worse, but Song Shenzong has ambitions, although he can't help but have a low eye, but it is better than other emperors who are mediocre and cowardly.

The best of the short.

Huang Shang had a thought in his mind and said, "Your Highness, please don't do this, please go back to Qingning Palace to rest and report your peace to Your Majesty." ”

"Yes, yes! Peace to your father! ”

Zhao Shu woke up like a dream and hurriedly walked to the palace.

Zhao Ji looked at Huang Shang, his eyes flashed with light, and he immediately bowed solemnly.

Huang Shang returned the salute, feeling that Zhao Ji's eyes were unusually hot.

Even if he saved his father, he would not be so eager.

Huang Shang didn't know that after Zhao Ji followed Zhao Shu into Qingning Palace, he had a dream.

The gods and men held it to the sky.

It's actually normal to think about it day and dream at night.

Nightingale has a dream of a second-child school district room, and Zhao Ji naturally also has a dream of wanting to be an emperor.

Who wouldn't?

But don't underestimate this dream, the ancients bestowed imperial power, and many emperors of the Song Dynasty had similar "miracles".

It means that they became emperors because they were appointed by God, not by themselves.

Liared and lied, and believed it.

In history, when Shenzong was the prince, he was influenced by the people around him, and he was deeply curious about Wang Anshi's reform theory, and later ascended the throne, and supported Wang Anshi's reform, hoping that Wang Anshi would be like that god, and entrust him to heaven and become the first emperor of the ages.

Now Zhao Ji has not been affected by Wang Anshi, thinking of that dream, he feels that it should be on this three-yuan leader.

Huang Shang didn't know that Zhao Ji had such a rich mental activity, he just wanted to go back.

Wenqu's body protection is indeed unprecedentedly powerful, but that tendon has been tense these days, and now that he has finally achieved his goal, he is inevitably a little tired and has to rest.

However, as soon as Huang Shang left the imperial city, he saw a person standing not far away.

When he was parading through the streets before, the old Taoist who seemed to be Alzheimer's was quietly watching him.