Everyone in the world says: A hundred secrets are sparse, and this time is no exception. Just when Renzong and the Lord of Qinglian Peak were parting with sorrow and love, love and hate, on the street outside the Three Parks, a woman ran in despair. This person is the nurse Pang Zi in Concubine Yang's palace. This woman left the imperial city before the palace gate was closed, and entered the three parks all the way, bringing a message from Concubine Yang as usual. Among them, it is nothing more than that: Renzong only cares about messing with Concubine Cao and treating himself as if he is a shoe, and if he goes on like this, he will not be able to make the country of the palace, and so on, and so on, which makes Yang Lie worried.

Yang Lie was worried about the overall situation of the world, but unexpectedly, this girl was embarrassed and useless. Patiently, he appeased him as usual, taught some long-term and forbearant tactics to delay the army, and stuffed some wealth and the Pang Zi, and told her to go quickly. The Pang went out happily, and did not return to the palace all the way, but turned to the market to hang out.

Seeing that the time was coming, he hurried back. As soon as I arrived at Zhengyang Street, I saw that the road was closed from a distance, and the vendors were blocked from entering three miles away, as if the palace had been robbed. Pang Zi has been in the palace since he was a child, and he knows that this kind of thing is just the practice of the whole army and garrison, of course he doesn't care, but with the ultimatum in his hand has always come and go freely, he moved forward.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say that she was okay with her background, and as soon as she showed the ultimatum, she was immediately held down, and she was dragged all the way to Jinshui Bridge, where she was detained. The master and delicate Pang Zi still shouted to himself, but he was covered by someone in the dark, and it seemed that the person was Zuo Yichao. That Zuo Yichao used his fingers to make a silent gesture, and whispered in her ear: "I'm worried about being tightly guarded and can't get out, but fortunately there are you." Today, the Jardine Palace is sealed, and many acquaintances in the palace have been arrested, depending on the situation, I am afraid that they are coming to the Yang family. You are quiet here, and I will think of sending you out later."

After two pillars of incense, Zuo Yichao dressed up as a captain and asked Pang Shi to change, and took the night along the Jinshui River to get her to a secluded place. Afraid that he would be discovered after leaving his post for too long, Zuo Yichao hurriedly slipped back again. Ponzi had to tremble and turn back to the three parks on his own. For fear of startling the snake, Renzong had not yet launched it at this time. The means of closing the city gate and blocking the three parks will not be until after Yang Lie enters the palace tomorrow morning. Ponzi went all the way smoothly and reported successfully.

Although he didn't know about Renzong's plan yet, and the information obtained from various channels was vague and tight, Yang Lie had already become a frightened bird. Pang Zi's words made Yang Lie have a premonition that this time would be extremely dangerous, and he only hesitated for a moment before making a judgment. He first arranged the dead soldiers under the door, and he led more than 200 of his cronies to gallop outside the west gate, where the left camp of the forbidden army was located.

It was the dead of night, but there was no curfew in the capital, and everything seemed like the peace before the storm. Yang Lie was hidden in a group of generals, and he did not encounter the slightest obstacle along the way. These more than 200 horses galloped all the way, and in less than half an hour, they stepped into the gate of the left camp. Seeing Yang Lie coming in, Ma Rulong said happily: "Fortunately, General Tianquan is thoughtful, I am about to look for it."

The group came to the main hall, called the middle and lower-level officers in one by one, and killed those who hesitated on the spot, and under the storm, they first firmly grasped the 6,000 people in their hands.

There is a small town five and a half miles away, which is called: victory. There are 3,000 people stationed in the Imperial Marquis Camp of the Forbidden Army, but more than 10,000 military horses and heavy armor of the Forbidden Army are managed. Yang Lie sent people to deceive the gate, 6,000 people swarmed in, and cut Wei Zhong without saying a word. In this way, in just one incense stick, Yang Lie had 10,000 people riding in his hands.

That Yang Lie has been fighting horses all his life, and his decision to kill is very different from Renzong, and he has been planning for a long time, and the best and worst have long been known in his heart. Once activated, it is ferocious and abnormal.

At night in the night, at the west gate of Anyang, the gatekeeper Fei Qing sat on the city tower in light armor. The Southern Yuan Empire seemed to be peaceful in the world, and the capital had never closed its gates for decades. The atmosphere was gloomy tonight, and in the edict handed over by the Shenji Battalion, it only said that 'the west gate will be closed at three o'clock in the morning, and those who open it without permission will be decided'. This is enough to make Fei Qing keenly feel that something big is going to happen. He is the martial artist appointed by Renzong for three years, on the family background, out-and-out peasant background, since childhood, he has been strong since childhood, and Enke Shi Li lifted 800 catties, and was called 'Fei 800'. Over the years, he has not been far from Yang Lie, and outsiders say that he is a standard wall-riding faction. In fact, since the day of Renzong's hand-picking, this tenacious warrior has secretly sworn to be loyal to the imperial court, and he has fought more than 100 times in the open and secretly over the years. It's just that there are too few virtuous ministers around Renzong, and he missed a fierce general in vain.

Two hours ago, his subordinates reported: A team of men and horses went out of the West Gate, and the leader looked like the generals of the Yang Mansion. The first thing he did was to knock down the bridge of the adjutant general's nose with a punch and tie the rope into the cellar. Then, all the archers of his 500 men were moved to higher places, and the sword and axe men lined up under the city gate, hiding in the narrow alleys of the two compartments, and the four sets of bed crossbows were also lined up from the arrow tower. At this time, the moat dried up and only the riverbed remained, and it was covered with ice and snow, and the depth was no more than three feet, and the suspension bridge was demolished during the reign of Shenzong.

When Yang Lie's military horse arrived at the city a stone's throw away, the west gate was wide open, and the city head was dark and gloomy, giving Yang Lie an illusion that he had overreacted. He nodded to Ma Rulong, and the front team of 200 horsemen trotted forward, raising a little dust along the way. Seeing that the last person entered the city gate, Yang Lie counted in his heart, from one to thirty, there was no movement, and counting to fifty was still the same, Yang Lie raised his right hand and was about to wave it down, only to hear the city gate squeak and begin to close, sharp and abnormal in the middle of the night. Immediately afterwards, the sound of fighting came from inside the city, and several letter cannons rose into the air and exploded in a high place, startling Yang Lie's mount to spin for a while.

Yang Lie drew his knife in his hand and shouted: "Take the West Gate, the first person to climb the city tower will be promoted to the third level!" When the brigade rushed to the city gate, there was still a small half of the door actually stuck there, Fei Qing secretly shouted badly, rushed first, and yelled against the crossbar with his shoulder, and pushed hard, but he didn't move a single inch anyway. The huge winch groaned, dozens of soldiers were suffocating, and the two city gates weighing thousands of pounds were only one line away from becoming decorations. The skillful strategy that has been practiced weekdays, and the heart of loyalty to the country for ten years is about to come to naught. Let this nine-foot man have unkempt hair and go completely crazy.

"Arrows, arrows!" a rain of arrows swished down the city, and a dozen spears were sent out from the inside and pierced through the belly of the horses of the pioneers, and the successive collisions caused the riders to fall from their horses one after another, and they piled up in the cave of the city gate.

Yang Lie saw it clearly, and shouted loudly: "Go to the north gate, hurry! Quick!" That Ma Rulong raised his long knife and led two thousand-strong teams to rush out.

At this time, Yang Lie knew that he had lost the opportunity today, and if he fell into the siege again, he would lose seven points.

Among Fei Qing's lieutenants, more than 30 people were Yang Lie's diehards, although the deputy general was arrested and the group of dragons was leaderless for a while, there were still people who secretly put stones at the corner of the door. Fei Qing made Wan Jun's strength, and the half of the city gate still couldn't be closed, and although there was only room for one horse in the gap, it became a disaster. A cold arrow flew from afar, nailed to his shoulder, and the light armor was an inch into the flesh. Fei Qing didn't care much, so he asked his cronies to move a pair of stone drums in the door, which was considered to be temporarily resistant, and he broke the carved feather in the flesh, drew a knife and turned around and slashed it.

The 200 riders who entered the city first were in chaos when they were in ambush with tripping horses and short crossbows. Although the main general fell from his horse, he bravely did not retreat, and shouted in his mouth: "Kill, kill back, welcome the general into the city!"

Fei Qing gritted his teeth and slashed up, staring at this main general, vowing to cut this person down first. The heavy blade of the giant axe of Ruokai Mountain slashed on the helmet and heavy armor, and sparks flew everywhere, only killing a bloody alley a hundred steps behind him, and stumbling under his feet were full of corpses. When the incense was half-burned, the voice of the main general stopped abruptly, and the gap in the city gate behind him became bigger and bigger. Dozens of spears were broken, the captains who were desperately defending in the city gate holes, everyone was cracked, one hundred and ten war horses were crowded outside the gate, seven or eight front hooves were propped up on the city gate, and there was a wail under the horses' hooves, more war horses rushed up, and more riders were trampled on. The two city gates lacked stainless steel latches, and after all, they were embarrassed to be of great use, and they separated the two sides with a bang, and the pair of stone drums rolled weakly aside. Outside the door, a large mass of flesh and blood splattered in like a flood that burst its banks.

At this moment, the bed crossbow that was supposed to play a role has not moved for a long time, and there is no need to ask, it has already been destroyed by the spy. Fei Qing completely repented at this time, and his desire to kill the enemy for a while was in exchange for a catastrophe.

In desperation, when he turned around, he saw only about fifty people following, and there was no one alive on the street. Knowing that he would die here today, Fei Qing tore the helmet out and spat on his hand, and cut the figure crawling out of the flesh and blood head-on into two. simply laughed and shouted: "Fei Qing is here, today I will let Er and other 800 people accompany the funeral, come!"

This night, Dumb and Yufeng Camp guarded Cining Palace, and he took the opportunity to take a nap. In her sleep, Invite Yue came over with a smile and gently supported her jaw, still like that. Then Qing'er stared at herself without sadness or joy, without resentment or anger. Lian'er on the side, that regretful gaze made people's hearts feel weak for a while, and finally Qiao'er was teary-eyed, and before she could say the first half of a sentence, she was pulled away by Shangguan Wan'er .......

This master held back his grievances with his words, but an explosion in his ears woke him up. Dumb flashed on the roof, and saw Hu Bo standing with his hands in his hands, facing the west of the city, the sound of fighting faintly came, and the lights gradually lit up in the people in Anyang City. Then there was the sound of trumpets in the north of the city, and the neighing of horses and men. Huber listened attentively, his face solemn. Soon, the Shenji Battalion sent a message: the north gate was lost, and the commander of the light car, Ma Rulongshuai, came to the palace in chaos.

"Hmph! Zhang Yue's husband is really the opposite. Soldiers, your pioneer battalion is safe." "The capital is unified, and the pioneer battalion has set up an ambush on Zhengyang North Street, with countless strong bows and crossbows, which will definitely make that horse like a dragon come and go. "Keep an eye on your own people. In case of abnormal movement, behead. Go!"

Ma Rulong was lucky, not only did he enter the city smoothly but also escaped a catastrophe. When Zhang Yue held a blood-dripping steel knife and welcomed Ma Rulong into the city in person, there were already more than a hundred corpses lying in the urn city inside the Desheng Gate. Ma Rulong praised: "Okay! At that moment, he divided one of the two thousand-strong teams in his hand to Zhang Yue, and asked him to clear the post house street outside the noon gate and use it as an outpost to attack the imperial city. He brought a thousand men and horses to the west gate along the city wall to welcome Yang Lie. It was this decision that saved his life.

Originally, Zhang Yue, the city guard of the north gate, was also a bit of a royal family, and his age was similar to that of Renzong, and he had always been regarded as a lineage of Renzong. It's a pity that Li Zhekai still underestimated Yang Lie's franchise, this Zhang Yue actually had an enmity with him, but he was kept in the dark.

When King Beijing got married, the Queen Mother handpicked three candidates: Zhou, Yang and Cao. Among them, the later concubine Zhou, who had been with Zhang Yue's childhood sweetheart since childhood, had been privately decided for life before she was elected to the palace. That Zhou's depressed since he entered the palace and became a complete ice beauty. This kind of sad and mysterious bearing fascinated King Beijing, who was only seventeen years old, although the Zhou family should be the least favored in terms of family background, but under Li Zhekai's insistence, he became a princess. Thinking that he is a young man who has not yet been determined, where does he know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and he is only half a month old, and he loses interest in Concubine Zhou, who refuses to cater to him. In addition, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, he was absurd and indulgent on weekdays, and the later emperor, after brushing his sleeves away, never looked at Concubine Zhou again.

It's a matter that he doesn't belong to others, but in Zhang Yue's eyes, he shocked the Zhou family as a celestial. Zhou, who was neglected and resentful, when a bloody letter was delivered to Zhang Yue, it was like a heart-piercing steel knife, making Zhang Xiucai resentful and swearing to become a powerful warrior. A year later, from the moment Zhou Xiang Xiaoyu died, this hatred really became incompatible. Yang Lie, who was still a family general at that time, although he did not add fuel to the fire, saw it deeply in his eyes and laid the groundwork for this chess move many years later.

But it was said that when Ma Rulong saw the West City Tower from afar, the battle in the West Gate had reached the last moment. The golden-backed chopping knife in Fei Qing's hand was still waving mechanically, but where could it still cut through the heavy armor of the cavalry, the lobes of the lungs were like a steamer in a pot, and the arms seemed to have a thousand jun, and he began to gasp for breath every time he swung it. When the sharpened blade rolled over and was bounced back by the heavy armor, Fei Qing could no longer raise his arm to block the spear in front of him, the tip of the spear penetrated his throat, cold and sharp, Fei Qing's left hand grabbed the barrel of the gun, and the rider was difficult to fight for for a while, so he had to let it get out of his hand and ride over.

When Yang Lie rode into the city, he saw Fei Qing's body kneeling in a pool of blood against a spear, his eyes staring ahead like copper bells, about fifteen steps away from him. Yang Lie paused slightly in front of him, staggered past, and cut off the head with a backhand. He said in a deep voice: "Hang this head at the head of the city to pay tribute to the dead brothers." With that, the horse headed east, and the sword light pointed directly at the imperial city.