Chapter 685: A ** (2)

It has been raining for a week, and the misty humidity smears every corner, like a pair of danqing, thick ink and understatement, outlining the world.

But in the world that belongs to the Tang Kingdom, this ink painting is destined to be a tragedy.

A week ago, Bai Qi rebelled against the Tang Dynasty and announced the arrest of heavy money, which appeared everywhere. All Tang people know that the heroes of the Tang Kingdom have become traitors.

"**world, **world!"

Some old people of the Tang Kingdom seem to have traveled back to the past and came to Qingxiao Kingdom, at that time, the king died, the kings fought, the people were miserable, and the bones were covered with bones.

How similar is the scene in front of me compared to those dark days......

The same king fell, the same is the country in turmoil, and the same is the new king not established.

Soon, the bad news came again, the incident happened in Qingtian County, the Xingzhu Army and the Qiong Ming Army, when they were fighting for a blessed land, a shocking battle broke out, and the sound of the battle shook the sky and the earth, echoing thousands of miles away.

This fight lasted for half a day, until in the evening, when the Chang'an Wusheng came, ending this "civil war".

This is undoubtedly worse for the current situation, like a thunderclap, the people of the Tang Dynasty are dizzy, and then, the imperial court, which was given high hopes, also made a series of wrong decisions.

First of all, the Changshan army proclaimed itself the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, stationed in the imperial palace and the imperial city, and drove the rest of the army out of the Chang'an territory.

Secondly, Zhao Yun and Fan Li ordered, under the slogan of "peace is precious, each guarding the territory", to send the three armies of Qiongming Army, Xingsu Army, and Yuejia Army to the border.

In the words of ordinary people, this is a typical "decentralization"!

In the words of knowledgeable people, this is just an excuse for Zhao Yun and Fan Li to control the country!

In any case, this is not good for the country!

This is not the end, a few days later, the news came out from the imperial court again, Fan Li and Zhao Yun violated the etiquette system, and proclaimed themselves Xiangguo, the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, such a canonization is amazing.

Xiangguo, take these two words apart, and in a sentence, it is equivalent to the monarch, and part of the monarch's rights can be exercised.

Generalissimo of Soldiers and Horses, although this authority is high, it is a normal official position, but if you add the word "world", it will seriously violate etiquette, and you can order, control, and mobilize the world's soldiers and horses.

To put it bluntly, Xiangguo and the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses have completely deprived a king of the administrative and military powers that a king should have.

"Wolf ambition, wolf ambition!"

An old man with gray hair and neat bundles kept slapping the table, extremely angry.

"Vertical, vertical, the Tang Kingdom will be ruined sooner or later in the hands of this group of verticals, I better leave as soon as possible and find a way to survive!"

An official who was very disappointed in the court, sighed, put the black gauze hat on his head lightly in front of the desk, and his eyes were full of infinite loneliness.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he was taken away by two blood-clothed guards, and he didn't even have a chance to resist!

"Lord, you treat me with the grace of knowledge, Weichen once swore that he would accompany you to fight in the Quartet, accompany you to stand at the top of the world, and accompany you to govern the Tang Kingdom into a prosperous ......"

"But now, everything is gone, it's gone! There are also Zhao Yun, Fan Li, these ** ministers and thieves, colluding, and countless courtiers, tending to be inflammatory, if this continues, the empire we run will be ruined!"

"Lord, Wechen will never allow this bad ending to happen, Wechen will fight to the death, make the last resistance, even if the army is defeated, he will not regret it. ”

In a simple official uniform, several middle-level court officials gathered together, faced heaven and earth, and made an oath to prepare to assassinate Zhao Yun, Fan Li and others.

But they don't know that it is this fist to serve the country, Jīng's loyalty to the country's heart, so that the second half of their lives will soar and become famous.

"Kill!"

"Kill the traitor and restore peace to the world!"

"The mirror hangs high, the future of the empire, fight here, I would rather die than live!"

A pot of wine, a few glasses, a passion for blood, a choice of life and death!

A sword, a few pairs of hands, a black cloud, and no regrets at one time!

After drinking, several middle-level court officials took off their official robes, changed into night clothes, and waited for the night to come, and the Confucian spirit nurtured in their hearts also turned into sharp and murderous energy.

The night, getting deeper and deeper, a few black-clothed people quietly sneaked into Fan Li's mansion, and before they could make a move, they found that Fan Li and Zhao Yun had been waiting for a long time, and there were hundreds of blood-clothed guards around them, holding knives in their hands.

"Haha, Lord Wang, Weichen is here to accompany you!"

A court official laughed, brandished a weapon and rushed forward, his eyes were red, and two lines of tears fell, he hated his incompetence, hated Zhao Yun and Fan Li's cunning.

But he has no regrets about this assassination!

"This ......"

Zhao Yun and Fan Li also found these familiar figures, the corners of their mouths twitched, and their hearts were full of speechlessness, but they were more relieved, so they waved their hands and commanded lightly:

"Captured!"

After that, a hundred blood-clothed guards stepped forward, and in three or two rounds, they captured several court officials and imprisoned them in a mysterious place.

............

"It's getting more and more interesting!"

"I found out that this play, with many characters, has already appeared in the show. ”

Zhao Yun stood on the pavilion, looking at the brightly lit Chang'an, how many secrets are hidden in these palaces?

Perhaps, when this play is over, all the corners will be able to see their true colors!

"Yes, how nice it would be if there was a pot of wine and a bosom friend at this time!"

After a long period of depression, Fan Li became bold, leaning on the pillar, his face flushed, this is not that he is drunk, but that he has something in his heart, and he is just drunk.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to soothe the dust. Pour into the river and give it to the people of the world. Master Fan, you should go to Boya, he is a bosom friend and can play the piano, which is enough for you to get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows. ”

Zhao Yun waved his hand and jumped down the pavilion, in the past few days, not only Fan Li was worried, he was also worried.

Being insulted, misunderstood, rejected, blinded, humiliated, and humiliated by people all over the world is enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

Thankfully, they persevered!

Ming rì, and the last day of mingrì.

This scene is only half sung.

In the early morning, the four gates of Chang'an opened, and 40,000 Changshan troops entered the imperial city with neat steps, laid out the surroundings, and controlled the streets and alleys.

Thousands of blood-clothed guards, secretly distributed everywhere, sleeping in clothes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the bright.

Ming rì, will be a crazy day.

"Kill a thousand, and lose eight hundred. If it is not broken, it will not stand, and it will stand after it is broken. The country is like chess, attacking and killing hundreds of millions of miles. ”

In the palace, Li Tang sat in front of the ice coffin of the palace ice and snow, his face was a little sad, and unconsciously, he fell asleep against the ice coffin!

The temperature of minus 1,000 degrees did not feel a little cold for Li Tang.