At the end of the day, dawn was approaching, the sky was a little twilight, and the sound of deep drumming came from the drum tower.

Lin'an City, the tall and heavy city gate, slowly opened inward and began to usher in.

Outside the city gate, located on the side of the official road, a small tea shed, showing the world. Stay here, Houmen people. There are businessmen who come and go from the south to the north, craftsmen who live on the go, old farmers who are dressed in rags, and scholars who are dignified. Although they are seated here, they are clearly distinguished.

Seeing the city gate open, all the people who were waiting rushed to get up, and the city gate became crowded in an instant.

"Drive, drive."

"Eight hundred miles expedited, eight hundred miles expedited."

"Urgent military affairs, those who stop me will die."

In the distance of the official road, a piece of dust was flying, and a fast horse galloped over. The man straddling the horse, draped in a striking red feather behind him, held up the dazzling token in his hand. Although they are far apart, the cry has come.

"Dodge, dodge, dodge."

A group of guards hurriedly waved their spears and drove away the people gathered at the city gate, wanting to give orders to the fast horses and make way for a clear road.

Eight hundred miles are urgent, and they can't afford to delay for a moment, and they can't afford to eat.

"Drive, drive."

The fast horse came galloping and came in an instant. When he reached the gate of the city, he did not slow down in the slightest, crossed the gate, and walked away.

"Eight hundred miles expedited?"

"But where is the fighting?"

Looking at the herald who had disappeared in the blink of an eye. And the people at the gate of the city began to discuss. Peace has been a long time, and such a scene has not been seen for a long time. On everyone's face, a little worry began to appear. If there is a war, the wolf smoke will be everywhere, and it will always be ordinary people who will suffer.

An eight-hundred-mile rush suddenly made the sky full of dark clouds, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire Lin'an City.

*

Southern Chu Palace, Daqing Palace, early today.

Emperor Wen of Chu, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat on the golden throne of the Nine Dragons, showing great majesty. Chang Temple's face was expressionless, and he bowed and stood beside him. Under the golden platform, hundreds of officials, civil and military clearly stand on both sides of the main hall.

In the main hall, one of them is particularly conspicuous with a domineering side leak. He was dressed in an apricot yellow dragon robe, standing with his head held high, and was at the head of the military attaché.

"Ahem."

"Enlightening the Holy One,"

"Wechen has something to do."

Zuodu Yushi, who was on the side of the civil official, secretly glanced at the back of Wang Lingzhi, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, who was at the head of the civil official queue, coughed lightly, and moved out of the ranks.

"Quasi-play."

Emperor Chu Wen had no expression on his face, glanced at him lightly, and said out loud.

"The minister impeached Prince Kang and allowed women to join the army, which was a violation of courtesy, promoted women to officials, and abused his power."

Zuodu Yushi is righteous in his words, listing the crimes committed by Prince Kang.

"Huh?"

When Prince Kang heard this, he turned his head in an instant, and his tiger eyes suddenly opened, glaring at Zuodu Yushi. The pressure swept over him, causing him to tremble and sweat slightly on his forehead.

"Hmph."

Prince Kang snorted lightly, and he had already collected his momentum.

"Bang bang."

Zuodu Yushi was so frightened that his body couldn't help but staggered back a few steps. At this time, his legs and feet were no longer obedient and shaking.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Wen of Chu, who was sitting on the throne, frowned slightly, but it was fleeting.

"Prince Kang, what you just said, is there something wrong?"

Emperor Chu Wendi smiled, a little close, and asked Prince Kang.

"Enlighten the Holy One."

"Wechen is guilty, and there is indeed a thing."

Kang Qinmen took two steps forward, bowed, and said in a flat tone.

"This ......"

The ministers were surprised, looking at each other. Obviously, no one expected that Prince Kang would be unrefutable and frankly admit his guilt.

Wang Lingzhi, who was at the head of the civil officials, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the calm Prince Kang while secretly peeking at the expressionless Emperor Wen of Chu. He bowed his head slightly, frowning slightly, but remained silent.

"If you have pleaded guilty, you shall be fined one year."

"This matter, let's not take this as an example."

"Are you convinced?"

Emperor Wen of Chu pondered for a moment and spoke. It seems that he doesn't care much about this matter, and he understates it, so he will expose the matter.

"Thank you."

"Wechen was convinced, and there were no complaints."

"Wechen will definitely remember it from now on."

The corners of Prince Kang's mouth curled slightly, slightly mocking, and glanced at the Zuodu Yushi who was in a cold sweat. Bow your hand slightly, and return to its original position. As if it hadn't happened.

In the main hall, no one dared to go out again, no one dared to talk nonsense, and the crows were silent, revealing a strange thing.

"Report."

A piercing sound of detriment came, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the hall at this time.

"Enlighten the Holy One."

"Eight hundred miles expedited."

A herald dressed in red feathers, dressed in armor, stained with dust. He strode into the hall and quickly got down on one knee, dragging his hands high to hurry up the report.

Chang Si hurriedly flashed forward, took the letter back, and handed it over to Emperor Wen of Chu on the throne.

A group of civil ministers and military generals were silent, all speculating in every possible way, what happened with such an urgent report?

Emperor Chu Wen glanced at the newspaper in his hand, and where it was sealed, the seal wax seal was intact. Cautiously, he opened the newspaper and took out the letterhead.

On the letterhead, there are not many words, and after a few glances, you can already know everything. Emperor Chu Wen's face instantly became extremely gloomy.

"Whew."

Emperor Wen of Chu exhaled heavily, and handed the letter to Chang Temple beside him.

"Show it to all Aiqing."

Chang Si bowed down to receive the order, dragged the letter paper with both hands, walked down the golden platform, and came to Prince Kang first.

Prince Kang picked up the letter and opened it to take a look. As soon as he saw a few words, he was already furious.

A murderous aura burst out from Prince Kang's body in an instant. Changji, who was standing beside him, looked pale and quickly took a few steps back. The murderous aura in the sky quickly swept through the entire hall, and all the civil officials couldn't bear it, their faces were pale and frightened.

"Blood debt and blood payment."

Prince Kang let out a loud shout and threw down the letter angrily. He hurriedly turned around, did not say hello, and stepped out of the main hall with a fierce attitude. Behind him, a group of generals rushed to follow his footsteps and leave together.

Above the court, it instantly became chaotic. Emperor Wen of Chu, who was sitting on the throne, was expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time. The rest of the civil officials were very tacit, and they all kept their mouths shut and did not dare to say more.

"The army of the Western Jin Dynasty has invaded our territory."

"Xiangzhou is lost."

"Yang Qiyu, the general of Xiangzhou Town, died in battle."

Wang Lingzhi, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, stepped forward to pick up the letter paper and read it aloud, the contents contained on the letter paper.

"This?"

"Xiangzhou lost?"

"How is that possible?"

A group of civil officials looked at each other, and their hearts were turbulent.

At this moment, they finally understood why Prince Kang was so suddenly furious, and there was boundless murderous aura everywhere. Because, this general who died in battle was a family of Southern Chu generals, Yang Qiyu, the second lang of the Yang family. Not only that, but he also has an identity, which is the brother of Prince Kang and Princess Kang.

"Retreat."

Emperor Wen of Chu got up, glanced at the dumbfounded civil officials under the golden platform, and left with his sleeves brushed up.

*

In the imperial study, Emperor Chu Wen's face was hideous, as if he was crazy.

"Bang."

"Smack."

"Click."

Vases, inkstones, pen washes, folds, scattered all over the place.

"Huhuhu."

After a long time, Emperor Chu Wen, who had finished venting, gradually calmed down, and his chest still rose and fell.

"Tsuneji, I don't want to see him again."

"Do you understand?"

Emperor Wen of Chu, who had calmed down, said resentfully to Chang Si, who was waiting on the side and was silent.

"Holy."

"Everything is arranged."

"This time, he's definitely in trouble."

Tsuneji bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

"Mid-Autumn Moon Banquet."

Emperor Chu Wen nodded lightly, and only half of his words were spoken, but they were self-evident.

Reunion festival, can there be one less?