In the Daming Palace.

The atmosphere has completely froze.

Jia Cong looked at the-for-tat Emperor Chengde and Emperor Taishang, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, even if it was the relationship between father and son, it could not withstand the many tests of the supreme imperial power.

In the face of supreme temptation, who can be exempt from vulgarity?

You don't see, the examples of sons usurping the father's throne and uncles robbing nephews of the rights in history books are not uncommon.

The scene in front of me is just normal!

There was a stalemate for a while.

Emperor Chengde got up angrily and retreated, leaving the emperor with an ugly face, leaning on the dragon couch and sighing.

"Evil......

…………

Meanwhile.

In a secret room in the city of Shenjing.

The little eunuch, dressed in brown clothes and looking very inconspicuous, was kneeling on the ground, reporting to the shadows of the secret room about everything in the palace, especially what happened in the Daming Palace.

Long.

Two chuckles suddenly came from the shadows.

"I really didn't expect that the fourteenth brother, who has always been respectful to the old man, will also have a hard top one day, and the dragon chair in the Fengtian Hall can really make people reborn!"

"Hahaha......

Hoarse and hurried laughter echoed through the chamber.

But the little eunuch kneeling on the ground kept his head down and didn't dare to raise it at all.

The laughter faded away.

The man in the shadows said, "Today's news is good, so you should be rewarded."

As soon as the words fell, a bulging pouch was thrown in front of the little eunuch, and the sound of gold and silver colliding made his eyes light up, and he hurriedly kowtowed, "Slave and maid, thank you!"

"Well, go ahead, if there is any more news, it will be delivered in time, and it will not treat you badly."

"Slave and maid leave!"

The little eunuch kowtowed respectfully and left in a hurry.

After a while.

A little fire rose in the shadows, lit the candlestick, and where the voice was heard, a person dressed in a bright yellow embroidered dragon robe sat with his back to the entrance of the secret room.

Next to him, an old man dressed in a eunuch's robe was putting away the fire fold in his hand.

"Fourteen years."

The man in the bright yellow dragon robe spoke, "Father has finally reached the point where the oil has run out, and I don't know if he can regret that he was so decisive to me back then......

In the hoarse voice, there was bitter hatred.

Hearing this, the old eunuch bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please be calm for a while, only when the dragon emperor of the Daming Palace returns to heaven will the generals drive the puppet emperor down and welcome you, the lord of the Mandate of Heaven, to ascend the throne."

"I'm not in a hurry," the hoarse voice rose again, "even if I can survive fourteen years in such a bitter cold place, do I still care about this time in front of me?"

"I'm not in a hurry......

In a hoarse mutter, the old eunuch bowed and retreated, disappearing again in the shadows of the secret room.

At this moment, another small eunuch hurried in.

"Emperor, Shui Rong sent someone to report outside, saying that the puppet emperor took Uncle Zhongyong to Daming Palace, and stayed for about half an hour, and the puppet emperor left angrily."

The man in the bright yellow dragon robe was silent.

The old eunuch next to him waved his hand, "The emperor already knows about this, so reward someone with some silver and send him away."

"Yes."

The little eunuch took the order and left.

When the secret room was quiet again, the figure in the bright yellow dragon robe, called "the emperor" by the old eunuch, finally turned around.

….

The majestic square face is quite similar to that of Emperor Chengde, who was still young.

It's just a pair of slender eyes, with a gloom that can't be dissolved.

"Uncle Zhongyong, Jia Cong?"

The emperor sneered, "First Prince Zhongshun, then Marquis Zhongjing, and now there is another loyal and brave uncle, the old fourteen's mind is really ......."

There was a pause.

The emperor asked the old eunuch again, "Companion, the plan to gather the founding of the country

Since we failed, what happened to the results of mixing people in the soldiers and horses in our hands?"

"Back to Your Majesty."

The old eunuch said respectfully: "Because the Tongzhou battalion is a newly recruited soldier, the plan to mix people is going most smoothly, but its status is generally low; There was something wrong in Fengtai Daying (Jingying), and all the people we were involved in disappeared unconsciously......

"To be able to run the Beijing camp to such an extent, Jia Cong really has a hand."

The emperor snorted coldly.

Then he asked, "What about the Miyun Camp and the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses?"

"The Miyun camp is the basic plate of the Daming Palace, and it is difficult to change when there is leisure, so so far, only six school captains have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, and they can control less than eleven soldiers and horses.

Among the soldiers and horses of the five cities, the commanders of the Beicheng District and the Dongcheng District have sworn to serve, but there are many fish and dragons there, and I really can't say how much of a role they can play when they start an incident......

"Tsk......"

The old eunuch's words made the emperor's brows furrow, "So, now in the Gyeonggi region, the soldiers and horses we can use are not even half of the old fourteen?"

The old eunuch stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Thirty percent at most."

「……」

There was silence in the chamber.

"Continue to send people to win over the important ministers of the DPRK and the central government, and send them with real money, I don't believe it, those 'good ministers, you really can't love money!'"

The old eunuch bowed, "Obey the order."

"There is a disaster in Guanzhong, and the one in Daming Palace is going to die, and the opportunity I have been waiting for for fourteen years is finally coming......

…………

Jingying martial arts field.

Jia Cong was wearing the hundred-for-steel armor, wielding an unbladed horse chopping knife in his hand, and was facing the scorching sun, practicing the skills of catching and killing with his own soldiers.

In the dust, dozens of burly soldiers were dressed in iron armor, like a human-shaped iron tower.

Jia Cong's figure on the other side looks a little thin.

The blades crackled and slashed on the shield, the armor stomach, and even the sturdy bodies collided with each other, making a muffled sound, tossing and turning, and the moves were all sharp and simple killing moves.

The soldiers around him gasped.

At this moment.

Except that the blade in his hand has never been sharpened, there is not much difference from fighting on the battlefield, and the attack that goes straight to the head and neck is wrapped in a strong killing intent.

To everyone's surprise, even in a battle of this intensity.

Jia Cong was actually the one who persevered to the end, and there were no less than a dozen of the pro-soldiers who were cut to the ground by the horse chopping knife.

You must know that these fifty or sixty pro-soldiers have all practiced martial arts since they were young, and although they are generally only in their early twenties, the shortest time they have been practicing martial arts has been more than ten years.

But what about Jia Cong?

He has only been practicing martial arts for more than four years, and he has to cut out the time for marching and fighting in the middle.

But even so.

Jia Cong was able to cut down so many pro-soldiers in the chaotic battle, which really made the onlookers drop their jaws, and secretly complained in their hearts about their own commander's "Tian (bian) vertical (tai) zhi (biao) seniority".

But what these soldiers don't know is.

Jia Cong hasn't done his best yet!

Not only did his own gold finger not be used, but even the strength under his hand was left two points.

If it is serious, not to mention anything else, just Jia Cong will block the carry-on space that can be divided into eight parts to the surroundings, and even if thousands of troops and horses come, they will have to stare dryly.

At that time, Jia Cong will fight if he wants, rest if he wants, and then have the weapon supply in the carry-on space, and one person can drag them down!

Qingfeng is not dry