A thick wall was built around the bodies of Zhao Yizhi, Yi Xiaodao, and Meng Mulie, and the corpses of Beiyi soldiers were stacked on top of each other, which was a corpse wall.

The three of them still had their eyes closed and their bodies not moving, and this wall of corpses was obviously not the work of the three of them.

To be precise. They didn't do it themselves.

The Qilong sword was stained with blood, but it was just a sword, and at this time, it was murderous, pointing at the frightened Beiyi soldiers not far away.

The soldiers of Beiyi were afraid, and in the past few days, they tried countless methods, countless fires, arrows, and even soldiers rushed up to chop, but there was no way to take the Qilong Sword.

The surrounding corpse wall is the fate of these soldiers.

"How long are you going to stay here?" A Beiyi general came over and shouted angrily at the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers replied in fear: "General, this sword... It's so weird... We can't help it..."

The Beiyi general pushed aside the soldiers in front of him and said, "The sword is dead, and the man is alive!" You can't do it with your sword, don't you know what to do to people? If you have good archery, go and shoot those two Central Plains people to me! ”

At the sound of the order, the herald quickly returned to the city to give the order, and soon a small group of archers with curved bows and quivers on their backs came to the outside of the city.

The Beiyi general glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction, these archers are indeed among the best in Beiyi, and they are famous.

He added uneasily: "Shooting these two Central Plains people is also a great achievement!" But be careful, if anyone accidentally injures the Great Khan, let the heads of the whole clan be used as attribution! ”

The archers' originally confident faces suddenly became solemn, but there was no turning back when they opened their bows, not to mention that they were no more than a hundred paces away from the target, which was not difficult for them.

The archers drew their bows and arrows, and as soon as they aimed, they saw the Beiyi generals stretching out their hands to block: "Slow! ”

Everyone looked at the general suspiciously: "General, what's the matter?" ”

The Beiyi general looked at the Qilong Sword in mid-air, and at some point, the blade had already deflected and slowly landed beside Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao.

The sword understood what they meant!

"General..."

The soldiers all looked at the general, and everyone knew that it was this sword that was difficult to deal with.

"Whew... Go, take the hammer, and destroy this sword! The Beiyi general took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"We..."

The Beiyi soldiers who were pointed out immediately panicked, and the surrounding corpse wall was still there, which was shocking to see. Now let them go, isn't that looking for death?

The general of Beiyi didn't talk nonsense, he directly drew his sword out of the sheath, and looked at a few people with unkind eyes, the meaning was self-evident.

Dozens of Beiyi soldiers glanced at each other, knowing that there was no hope of survival, and everyone said in unison bitterly: "Please also general... Be kind to your family. ”

After speaking, everyone held their weapons and walked in the direction of Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao.

The sword is sharp, pointing to Beiyi.

"Rush!"

Dozens of roars were intertwined, and the Beiyi soldiers pounced.

Qi Long groaned, and the crisp sound of the sword covered the screams of these Beiyi soldiers.

On the Beiyi side, some people couldn't bear to look at it, and they turned their heads one after another, and couldn't bear to see the former clansmen sent to death like this.

"What are you doing? Shoot the arrows! The Beiyi general gave an order, and before the archers could hear the order, the arrows in their hands had already been shot.

They are all sharpshooters in the Beiyi army, and they grasp the opportunity far better than ordinary people.

The Qilong Sword suddenly split the Beiyi soldiers blocking in front of him, and the sword light was so great that he was about to flip the sword body to come to the rescue.

A burly Beiyi soldier stood in front of Qilong Sword, pounced on him, and let Qilong Sword stab him in half. Seeing this, the rest of the Beiyi soldiers pounced one after another, following his example, and blocked the blade of the Qilong Sword to the death.

There is no shortage of bloody men in Beiyi.

The sharp blade of the Qilong Sword had already pierced the three of them, and the three of them struggled in pain, but none of them refused to let go, hugging each other to death, and the people in front of them also firmly grasped the hilt of the Qilong Sword.

The sword light was so strong that the three of them were about to lose control of it, and dozens of Beiyi soldiers pounced on them, layer upon layer, trapping the Qilong Sword in the middle.

"Whoosh!"

The archers fired several arrows in a row, and hundreds of feather arrows shot at Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao on the ground, and the archery skills were quite good, and they were about to be shot into hedgehogs...

"You Beiyi barbarians, the courage of the sky! This is the Emperor of the Great Apocalypse! ”

An old man wearing palace clothes and a Qiaoshi Pavilion descended from the sky and blocked in front of Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao.

As soon as the sleeves were rolled, the feather arrows were rolled into his cuffs, and with a wave of his hand, the feather arrows were shot back backwards, pointing directly at the Beiyi archers.

The archers couldn't react and fell to the ground one after another, leaving not one out of ten.

"What people!"

The Beiyi generals were angry, and they were just one step away.

In fact, he also knew that the person who came must be from the Central Plains, but seeing that he was wearing an official uniform, he decided to ask again. If it is a master of the Central Plains martial arts, he may be afraid of one or two, but if it is a person from the Central Plains court, then the ants will bite the elephant to death.

The comer was naturally non-stop, chasing Wang Zhenliang who came from Zhao Yizhi all the way.

The big sleeve was cut into tatters by the arrows of the feather arrows, and Wang Zhenliang slowly lowered his sleeves, revealing his white and tender beardless cheeks.

"Wang Zhenliang, the head of the internal affairs of the Great Qi Palace!"

This famous voice is full of energy, and it has lost the sharp voice of the past.

Beiyi's soldiers were also slightly shocked by his thick voice, and the formation retreated slightly.

"What are you afraid of?! Give it to me! The Beiyi general drew his sword and glared at the soldiers, quite hating the taste of iron not being steel. Just shouting, but he stood still and didn't move.

With Wang Zhenliang's obstruction, the Qilong Sword broke free from the shackles of the Beiyi soldiers, flew to Wang Zhenliang's side, and stood in front of him.

Wang Zhenliang looked at the Qilong Sword in front of him, and couldn't help but have some tears in his eyes: "Qilong... If the first emperor was here, seeing these Beiyi barbarians so rampant, he would not be distressed to death! It's the old slave who doesn't use it... The old slave is useless..."

The Beiyi soldiers rushed up with a shout, and a sea of people rushed towards Wang Zhenliang.

They are afraid of the sword, they are helpless to hold the sword, but if the other party is a living person, then they are not afraid.

Wang Zhenliang slowly stretched out his hand and touched the hilt of the Qilong Sword.

The sword didn't react, and he was allowed to pick it up.

A lifetime with a real dragon, even if there is no dragon spirit, it is also dyed with dragon power.

"The old slave swears to die today..."

……

"Whose child is this? How do you lie outside this clean room? ”

"Back to the emperor, this child has cleaned himself at home and wants to enter the palace, but he is too thin and substandard..."

"Cleanse yourself!?" The young man in the dragon robe was taken aback, and hurriedly took two steps forward to see what was going on.

The Young Emperor is still a little younger, and this is the first time he has heard of such a thing.

The old eunuch on the side hurriedly stopped the young emperor: "Your Majesty, don't go over... Dirty..."

"Look, are you still alive? Why doesn't anyone care about such a big living person? In the cold winter, the moon froze to death, but what should I do? The Young Emperor was a little angry.

"Your Majesty... There are not many others in the world, just this poor person, there are too many of them... How can you take care of it?" said the old eunuch, half teasingly, half embarrassed.

The young emperor brushed aside the old eunuch, strode forward, squatted on the ground, and looked at the filthy and dying child in front of him.

"Looks like you're not a few years younger than me, kid, are you still alive?"

The frail child opened his eyes, looked at the young emperor, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The young emperor tore off the big coat on his body and covered the child's body: "Spread my will, quickly send the imperial doctor to treat him, and after he is cured, stay in the palace and do some simple work of sprinkling and sweeping." ”

The old eunuch caught up, glanced at the goose down feather in distress, and said to the young emperor: "Your Majesty... Give him a few taels of silver, and find a random doctor in the market..."

The young emperor stomped his foot vigorously: "Don't go yet!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes... The old eunuch hurriedly ran away and obeyed.

"Thanks... Your Majesty..."

Xu is sudden warmth made the child regain some vitality, and he said with a trembling mouth.

The Young Emperor squatted down again: "What's your name?" ”

……

"Wang Zhenliang, you can write better than me, but why can you only write your own name?"

"Your Majesty has won the award, the villain has never read a book, is illiterate, and does not know whether he writes well or not. I only know that this is a name given by His Majesty, and the villain has been practicing every day and night, so I think I can write it neatly..."

The middle-aged man in the dragon robe shook his head with a wry smile: "Being able to write names is the most basic thing to be a human being." If you can't even write your own name, then what kind of person is you? I hope that one day, everyone will be able to read and be literate! ”

The middle-aged emperor looked forward to it for a while, and then came back to his senses: "After all these years, the thieves who killed you back then have not been found. I hate that they dare to complain to the cleansing room first, saying that you have cleaned yourself, if I catch them..."

"Out of the way, Your Majesty." The corners of Wang Zhenliang's mouth twitched a smile, and he didn't say much.

Outside the door, an old eunuch hurriedly rushed in: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, Nanhuai and Donglu are fighting again, it seems that it is because a village in Nanhuai occupies Donglu's land, and hundreds of people have been killed and injured on both sides! ”

"And one of the distant nephews of the king of Donglu also died in this battle, which is the twist and turn of the king of Donglu... If you don't care..."

"Put it aside, I'll ask you. Have the murderers who killed Wang Zhenliang back then been caught? ”

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this Nanhuai and Donglu..."

The middle-aged emperor was furious: "Do you take my will as a deaf ear?" On weekdays, you brag to me about how the Twelve Heavenly Guards are supernatural, and now even a few thieves have to be arrested for so many years? Come on, drag it out! ”

Wang Zhenliang was taken aback, and knelt down with the panicked old eunuch: "Your Majesty is gracious!" ”

The middle-aged emperor hesitated again and again, and finally shook his head: "Drag it out, go home and rest for three days!" ”

The two eunuchs hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, and the corners of Wang Zhenliang's mouth twitched, His Majesty is still so soft-hearted, as always...

……

"The Queen... I'm leaving, you're just... It's the Queen Mother..."

"When is it, you're still laughing!" With a beautiful face, the queen in a phoenix robe stood by the bed, her eyes were red.

The old emperor smiled, turned his head with difficulty and asked, "Zhi'er... This? ”

"It's been three days... In the future, Daqi will be handed over to Zhi'er, how can this be done..."

Talking about her son, the queen couldn't help it after all, and Douda's tears rolled down.

The old emperor breathed a long sigh of relief, which caused the surrounding eunuchs and palace maids to be nervous, and after a while, he said leisurely: "It's okay... Deacon's smart! I... I'm not as good as him... Huh"

Wang Zhenliang is also a handful of old people, looking at the old emperor's breathless appearance, his heart is like a knife.

"Wang Zhenliang..."

"The old slave is here!"

"Over the years... You're doing a great job in the palace... You know what you should know and what you shouldn't know... Though you and I are kings and servants... I've always been your friend... I hope you're on me... Good..."

"The old slave swears to die..."

Before Wang Zhenliang finished speaking, he saw the old emperor's hand hanging by the bed... The people around saw it, and they all knelt down with a "bang".

Wang Zhenliang only felt a buzzing in his head, he didn't know what he was thinking, and continued in a muttered voice: "To repay Your Majesty..."

……

Outside the city, Wang Zhenliang stood in a sea of corpses and blood, his palace clothes were broken, covered in blood, he slowly let go of his hand and closed his eyes...

"In return to Your Majesty..."

The Qilong sword flew into the air again, and the blade of the sword pointed at the Beiyi soldiers who cowered and did not dare to leave the city when they returned to the city.