Chapter 359 Reverse

In Bianliang City, the wind and waves rise again.

Under the intention of the imperial court to arrest the anti-thieves, another hundred people were arrested in prison. They were nothing more than related to the people who had been previously imprisoned, and even Li was arrested in the neighborhood of the small courtyard, and even the shopkeeper at the alley entrance where he often went.

At this time, the official family is angry. Naturally, they can't run away from a fish that is caught. What's more, every time they catch a person, they have five pieces of silver. Now they don't want to break their heads to catch them randomly.

For a moment, people were panicked, and everyone was in danger. They panicked and had something to do with the rebels. Even the husband of the college made a cut-off with his favorite disciple with a righteous face, and even wrote the 'Ten Books of Evil', listing the ten sins to show his righteousness.

At this time, another piece of news spread out. The former emperor had an edict in the world. Of course, there was a clue on the throne. People with good deeds couldn't help but think of the search and arrest of anti-thieves by soldiers in the whole city. This incident seemed more and more real.

People are like this. The tighter the wind is, the easier it is to believe.

So, the news was like a strong wind blowing grass, and soon spread in the streets and alleys of Bianliang City. No one could imagine such a situation. Even Yang Yanzhao, the mastermind behind the scenes, did not expect it.

On this day, before the emperor of the Song Dynasty went to the early morning, all the officials of the dynasty knew it, but no one dared to answer. The king of Qin, who angered the official family, disappeared, but he stayed at home in the royal palace, and it was not easy for people to make criticism.

The courtiers dispersed, and in the Zichen Hall, the officials were so angry that they could only hear the sound of ping-pong, which made Wang Jien, who was guarding outside the hall, sweat.

Constantly wiping the sweat on his face with his sleeves, Wang Jien looked up at the thick sky and couldn't help sighing in his heart that it was really cloudy.

In the hall, Zhao Guangyi kicked over the red sandalwood table in front of the throne and pointed to His Highness's silent Wei Zhuang and said angrily, "You can't find the murderer with this rumors all over the city. What do you want me to do with this incompetence!"

"Sei Shang Ming Jian, this rumor rose overnight. In just a few breaths, it spread all over the streets and alleys. Such things are not what ordinary people can do. We have investigated the Chinese martial arts ministers, and it is impossible. If we thoroughly investigate Bianliang City, this is not what Liusha can do, so please ask Sheng Shang to send a net to do this. Things."

Staring at Wei Zhuang, Zhao Guangyi's eyes showed fierceness and the murderousness soared, but he finally put down his clenched fist and said harshly, "Do you mean this matter has nothing to do with the two of them?"

The two of them naturally refer to the king of Yan and the king of Qin. The news of the edict is all over the city. Among them, the most critical person is the legacy of the former emperor, Zhao Dezhao, the king of Yan. However, Zhao Guangyi always feels that it may be Zhao Tingmei who contributed to the flames after that, so he opened his mouth and asked the two people together.

"These two of them are not half a step in the house, and there is nothing unusual."

Hearing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Guangyi's eyes. If it hadn't been for these two people, who would have spread the news of the edict?

Who knows the survival of the edict?

The past flashed through his mind. Even if he often entered the palace and was deeply loved by his mother, he had never heard of this edict.

Could it be that the man's old department came out to make trouble again?

These damn things, haven't I killed you yet?

Thinking of this, countless violent airs appeared on Zhao Guangyi's body. As soon as he shook his sleeves, his face was as gloomy as the cold winter frost, which was frighteningly cold.

It's just that Wei Zhuang is still standing there, and his face has not changed, waiting for Zhao Guangyi's next sentence.

"Are there any traces of traitors and thieves?"

Hearing these four words, Wei Zhuang's slender eyebrows shrugged a little, his eyes narrowed, and then opened them again. "I have received the will of the emperor. Over the years, the thieves who have intercepted and plotted and rebelled have gone all over the country. They have not seen their tracks for a long time. Even if there are descendants, they dare not step into Bian again. Liang Cheng took a step, so I can guarantee that it is not what these people did.

"Where is Yang Jing again?"

"Well, didn't the emperor hand it over to the people who set the net to do it? At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a court platform was set up. Liusha and the net were not allowed to interfere with each other. Whether Yang Jing was found, the Holy Lord or the Duke of Zhao came to ask. Maybe he already had news.

Hearing this, Zhao Guangyi frowned, the corners of his mouth were **, his hands clenched into fists again, and finally took a deep breath, "You step back and quickly seize those demons. If you resist, you can kill them on the spot."

Wei Zhuang was ordered to retreat. In the hall, only the sound of heavy breathing was heard. Zhao Guangyi's face was full of murder, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Do you think he can't keep it?"

It's like talking to people, it's more like talking to yourself. The voice spreads in the silent hall, pushing away a layer of quiet waves.

"If the emperor can't keep him, he can't."

A dark shadow appeared out of thin air, but he was a middle-aged man with a knife-like face, thick eyebrows and straight eyes. His feet were suspended in the air. Even if he was facing Zhao Guangyi, he was not scared at all.

And the latter, who has always regarded the gift of kings and ministers as a taboo, did not get angry because of this. He looked elsewhere and said calmly after a while, "The sand is a sharp weapon, but it is unruly, but it also makes life evil. But now it is the time to use people. Let's ignore it for the time being. By the way, how is the matter?"

"It's a little difficult. Although the Mahayana realm can feel the world, it is difficult to detect the fluctuations of ordinary people's aura. If the emperor wants to find the whereabouts of Yang Jing's child, he needs to send more people."

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"It's an honor to share the worries of the Holy.

After saying that, the middle-aged man disappeared. Only Zhao Guangyi sat on the high platform, huddled his body in the dragon chair, and waited for the silky light outside the hall. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

The night comes as scheduled. Whether it is the noise in Bianliang City or full of reminders, everything will settle down under this night.

In the courtyard, Zhang Qian's forehead was full of cold sweat. There were countless rice papers full of words beside him, which were kneaded into a ball and piled up into piles.

For a long time, Zhang Qian let go of Xiaohao in his hand. His arms were sore and numb, but he couldn't take care of it anymore. He looked at the table with a yellow embroidered flying dragon flying in the air, and the words written on him. Thinking of this, another sweat came out of his forehead.

By his side, the exhaust wind put down the grinding ink, leaned up his head and looked forward, and a trace of brightness flashed in his big eyes.

"Brother Zhang, it's done."

Carefully blowing the ink on the yellow satin, the exhaust wind put the real edict in his arms, and then folded the copy of Zhang Qian and sent it to Cui Ping, who had been waiting.

"Brother Cui, it's up to you."

Cui Ping, who had always been careless, had a rare solemn face. He wiped the sweat on the palm of his hand, took the yellow satin, and soon disappeared into the night.

"Brother, do you think so?"

Meng Liang asked Xiao Muchun on one side in a low voice. The latter was silent. Until now, his brain was also dizzy.

If it hadn't been for the coolness of the evening breeze and the fresh air inhaled into his brain, which made Xiao Muchun have some sense, otherwise he would have thought that everything was just a dream.

However, everything is moving towards the prince's plan, which is really a good thing.

The side door of the Qin Palace, which was originally guarded by miscellaneous servants, was transferred to another place by the stewor today, so there was no one around the door.

In the twilight, a figure came in from the courtyard wall several feet high, but Cui Ping came.

Entering the royal palace, Cui Ping did not dare to slack off at all. He quickly rushed into the flowers on one side and held his breath. When he was exploring the situation around him, he saw a figure leaning against the mahogany pillar not far away.

In the evening breeze, the clothes are fluttering and the head is full of snow.

"The prince."

Seeing Yang Yanzhao, Cui Ping immediately came out and stepped forward quickly.

Hearing the sound, the latter opened his closed eyes, "Brother Cui, is it done?"

Nodding his head, Cui Ping quickly took out the yellow satin in his arms. "Sir, Brother Xiao found the yellow dragon silk from the palace from the palace of the King of Yan. It took Brother Zhang a whole day to write down what he wanted."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao was overjoyed. He quickly took it and opened it. Sure enough, the silver hook and iron strokes were magnificent, which was exactly Zhao Kuangyin's notes.

Although it looks fine, there are still some shortcomings, but it is enough to fool Zhao Tingmei, which is also difficult for Zhang Qian. I don't know if he is scared to death at this moment?

After putting the forged edict in his arms, Yang Yanzhao told Cui Ping for a few more words, and then turned around and looked at the courtyard and walked away.

Soon, in the secret room, Zhao Tingmei looked at the yellow satin in her hand, stroked it over and over again, and finally burst into tears.

"Brother, you and I have been separated for several years. Over the years, I miss you very much. Now Zhao Jiong has done a great rebellion to seize the throne. The emperor's brother must capture this traitor and reorganize my Song Dynasty!"

With that, Zhao Tingmei held up the edict with both hands, and the ministers in the secret room knelt down and saluted in unison, "Let the prince dispatch!"

Yang Yanzhao naturally followed the crowd. Looking at Zhao Tingmei, who had been crying before, he became happy and smiling, and the apologies in his heart also turned into nothingness.

Even without him, this person who is obsessed with the throne will embark on the road of rebellion, and what he is now is just a slight push.

This night is doomed to be sleepless.

With the imperial edict in hand, Zhao Tingmei couldn't wait to immediately insert her wings and fly into the palace, pulled down Zhao Guangyi on the throne, and sat on the gold-inlaid dragon chair.

Thinking of this, I felt particularly uncomfortable sitting in the mahogany chair under me.

"Dadults, is tomorrow night a good time?"

"That's exactly the case. Tomorrow, the camp guards under General Cai will guard the gate, and the west gate of the imperial city is also on duty by General Pu's subordinates."

Lu Duoxun said with his beard. Opposite him, there was a military Pu Anli. Yang Yanzhao never thought that this unruly Pu Anli was pulled over by Zhao Tingmei.

This is also good. With such help, his plan is a little ahead of success.

"Ye, it's true."

Pu Anli buzzed, and he didn't raise his eyelids, but even if he was so weak, no one cared about the secret room, just because he needed troops to force the palace, and he Pu Anli was a tough general with tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

"Good!"

Hearing the words, Zhao Tingmei's face showed joy, "In this case, we will discuss how to enter the palace."

After a period of discussion, the plan was also refined. The gate was taken down, and only allowed to enter but not exit. The soldiers were divided into three ways to the palace. Among them, the east and north sides are the way to lure the enemy. The real target is the west gate guarded by Pu Anli.

The generals rushed into the battle, while the literary ministers took over the core places such as the Zhongshu Province and the Privy Council, and gathered other courtiers to the hall, waiting for Zhao Tingmei to read the imperial edict of the former emperor.

In this way, it is also a perfect plan. As long as the speed is fast enough, even if there are more than 100,000 elite soldiers in the city, it will not help.

As long as Zhao Tingmei ascends the throne, these soldiers will be loyal to him.

"Your Majesty, did you miss the master in the palace?"

Xiang Minzhong asked in a low voice. After saying that, he took a look at Yang Yanzhao. Since the latter entered the Qin Palace, he was a little happy. The two joined hands again and would be invincible.

When he said this, he naturally wanted to take a look at Yang Yanzhao and wanted to figure out why everyone here did not mention such a simple problem, and even Yang Yanzhao, who had always been extremely intelligent, did not think of it?

"Master?"

Zhao Tingmei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her eyes seemed to look at the low-headed Pu Anli, and then whispered, "Masters, no matter how many, those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will die!"