Chapter 367 Long whip stained with blood

At the beginning of the night, above the lanterns, this day, the city was full of wind and rain, which was nothing more than talking about the new emperor's accession to the throne. After a cover-up, he probably went back to his homes from the teahouse restaurant.

For them, the affairs of the imperial court, there are only a few words of gossip, rising to fight against the people, firewood, rice, oil and salt. These remain unchanged, and the days go on as usual. Who is the master of the ups and downs of the country, and what are the matter?

Under the lights, Shen Lunzhen was full of fragrant tea. On the one hand, Pu Anli was restful. After staring for a while, he saw Lv Meng coming in in in a hurry.

Reaching out his hand to interrupt the latter's salute, Pu Anli said, "Holy Gong, but what's the news?"

Lv Meng was looking up at Shen Lun, who was still eating tea leisurely, and then said, "My disciple has found out the whereabouts of Zhao Yuanyi, but at this moment, Yang Jing has also taken people forward."

Hearing this sentence, Pu Anli immediately said, "Brother, it's okay. If Yang Jing is the first to take the lead, Zhao Yuanxi will have to die."

"What, Brother Anli, are you going to save him?"

Putting down the cup, Shen Lun whispered. The words seemed to be very casual. We talked about a few words, but also showed his attitude. At least Lv Meng could understand.

It's just that Pu Anli still felt that he did not give up, and asked, "Brother, you have seen the situation today. Zhao Dezhao ascended the throne, and you and my brothers have made great efforts. In the end, the boy surnamed Yang has made great contributions. Even Zhao Pu is far more beautiful than you and me. Will my clan be in the court in the future? Isn't it a small one? If Zhao Yuan Xi is secretly left behind, it may still be of great use.

This is a good calculation. Lv Mengzheng said secretly in his heart, but Shen Lun did not respond. After a long time, he whispered, "Brother Anli, your heart is full of fame and fortune. How can you do it? Zhao Yuanxi is very scheming, and it's better not to pay attention to it. Otherwise, isn't raising a tiger a problem? Isn't it self-destructing the efforts of our sect for many years? Don't interfere in such things. Thousands of pairs of eyes are staring at him. It's his fate to live or die. Our top priority is to promote the holy work to a magistrate and force Yang Jing, instead of bringing turbulence to Zhao's country.

At this time, Pu Anli stopped talking and had to bow his head and say yes. After all, the two have been in the officialdom for many years, and everything they do is for the sake of the sect.

On the other hand, in Zhao's house, since the dispersal, Zhao Pu, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, has been leisurely in the house and did not go out. He even let the old housekeeper give the people who came to visit one by one.

At this moment, while listening to the musician in the house playing the music, he was writing on the desk with a pen. The pen and ink were engraved on a small memorial, but he was writing an invitation.

On one side, Shangguan Yun, who stood, did not dare to say much. He just took advantage of Zhao Pu's drink and picked up the wine pot to fill it up for him. Even if the music in his ear was full, he could not sweep away the uneasiness and emotion in his heart.

Looking out, he happened to see a man in a gray robe coming to the door. He was looking at him. When he saw him, Shangguan Yun understood that there was news and hurried out quietly.

When Shangguan Yun came back, Zhao Pu's memorial was also written. He put down the pen, gently blew the dry ink, then shook his head, picked up the wine glass, and squeezed the wine, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Teacher, I have found Zhao Yuan-i."

It didn't seem to be surprised. Zhao Pu was still eating, and his hand gently shook in mid-air. "I know, Yang Jing must have found it."

"But, teacher, let him go this time?"

He put down the wine glass very comfortable. Zhao Pu folded the music on the table and handed it to Shangguan Yun's hand. "Kai Bai, I'm not a court person anymore, and I don't need to pay attention to these things anymore. You don't need to worry about this matter. If no one is leaving some blood, I'm afraid the one in the palace will not be at ease."

After saying this sentence, he raised his glass and listened to the sound of silk bamboo again. Shangguan Yun looked at the memorial in his hand. He didn't know what to do, so he could only sigh.

In the imperial city, the lights are shining, and the funerals of the two brothers Zhao Guangyi are according to the etiquette of the prince, so there is no funeral in the palace.

These are Peng Yan's own actions. Of course, Zhao Dezhao knew it. Maybe he later felt something wrong, so he added white silk and incense candles to Zhao Guangyi's bedroom, which also made the death of a generation of emperors not very sad.

At this moment, Zhao Dezhao was in the Zichen Hall and said with emotion to Pan Ying, who had entered the palace. Although there was joy between the latter's eyebrows, there was a tired color in his eyes. It seemed that the mother's world, which many people could not ask for, did not make her face bloom.

"What's the matter, Zhener, do you have any discomfort?"

Pulling out his white and soft hand from Zhao Dezhao's hand, Pan Ying shook his head and said, "Today's incident came too suddenly, but my concubine was not psychologically prepared, so I felt a little tired."

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhao nodded, "I'm negligent. I'll send someone to send you back to the palace."

While talking, he saw Peng Yan leaning out at the door of the palace. It seemed that he had something to report. Zhao Dezhao quickly summoned him in after seeing it.

"You fool, what's going on? You're so sneaky."

Peng Yan kowtowed and said with a servile smile, "The officials forgive me, but it was just reported from outside the palace that they had found the traitor Zhao Yuanxi."

Now Zhao Yuanzuo is in a coma. Zhao Heng is still young, and both of them have been relieved by Yang Yanzhao's words, but Zhao Yuan Xi's whereabouts are still unknown.

It was he who killed the exhaust, and Zhao Dezhao did not expect that the little maid was a vital person for Yang Yanzhao.

What's more, he has been suppressed for many years. How can the resentment in his heart dissipate so easily? If he doesn't kill Zhao Yuanzuo and Zhao Heng, he can't find a reason to do it for a while, and he can stay wise.

Now when he heard that the trace of Zhao Yuanxi was found, his eyes suddenly opened, and a murderous spirit burst out of his eyes. Pan Ying on one side suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Kill him."

This murderous atmosphere really shocked Pan Ying. His beautiful eyes looked at Zhao Dezhao, as if he had become very strange at this moment.

The Peng Yan lowered her head and trembled. "Gunuch, the marquis has passed."

Hearing the words, Zhao Dezhao's anger in his chest was removed a lot. He nodded and answered, "Yang Jing hates him to the bone. It's really something for him to do this, but Zhao Yuanxi's identity is more special. You go to Kaifeng Mansion to pass on my advice and let them smart. Yuan Fang hasn't arrived in Bianliang yet. You have to clean up the mess. Don't give Yuan Fang for It's difficult."

"The slave takes the order."

Yang Yanzhao knew nothing about all this. At this moment, he was sitting on the carriage, silent, just stroking the green whip.

The long whip is still the same, but I will never see the girl who is silent and silent again.

In the car, He Yu held the long sword tightly. Even if he had no power to bind the chicken, he took out a firewood knife that he didn't know where to find. Meng Liang, Jiao Zan and Paifeng had known each other for a long time, but they all had a calm face and carried their own weapons with moving arms.

The carriage was very fast, even a little bumpy, but no one paid attention to it. They were all silent and fierce in their eyes.

"Oh..."

After a long time, the carriage stopped. Xiao Muchun, who was driving, and Cui Ping spoke. Yang Yanzhao took the lead out of the carriage, tiptoe to the ground, and then left.

"You don't have to come."

A sentence sounded in the ears of He Yu and others who wanted to follow closely. Among them, they still wanted to go forward, but they were pulled by Zhang Qian.

"Let's go, Brother Yanzhao."

The firewood knife in his hand was on the ground. He looked up at the top of his head, and it was a dark and windy night. Somehow, Zhang Qian remembered the bamboo alley in Fuzhou City three years ago.

At that time, it was also for the purpose of exhausting the wind. Yang Yanzhao washed the alley with a long gun, and tonight, there was another rain of blood, but unfortunately I couldn't see the clever little girl.

With a long sigh, Zhang Qian squatted next to the carriage. His eyes were blurred. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Soon, his eyes burst into crystal tears.

Seeing him like this, He Yu and others were also sad. They looked at the exit of the alley and stopped talking. They just blended into the night.

In the depths of the alley, in a courtyard, the wooden door is closed, and the lights are on. Zhao Yuanyi, who has nowhere to escape, is in this yard.

"Your Majesty, there are many guards at the gate. I'm afraid you and I can't get out."

A man in black whispered that Zhao Guangyi was dead. Their 'Chengyou' belonged to the ownerless person and could only follow Zhao Yuanyi all the way.

Under the lamp, Zhao Yuanxi was still in a purple purple patterned robe, and his white and fat face was gloomy. He really didn't expect that he would take advantage of Zhao Dezhao in the end and let the undesirable person become emperor.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanxu really wants to enter the palace and take him off the throne, but the overall situation has been decided. How can he do with less than a hundred people in his hand?

So it is Zhao Yuanxin's best plan to go out of the city and then do a long-term plan. If you stay in Bianliang City, you will only be worried, and in the end you can't escape the prison, or even the capital punishment of losing your life.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Yuanxi grabbed the long sword on the table. "The longer it goes, the more unfavorable it is for us. In this case, I will go out of the gate tonight."

Before I got out of the house, I heard a scream. Immediately, my heart tightened. When I went out, I saw a long whip dancing like a silver snake under the moonlight. Wherever I went, it must be a piece of blood.

White clothes and white hair, like the god of killing, the dead man of Chengyou died with a whip.

It turned out to be Yang Jing.

Zhao Yuanxi's heart was full of fear, and he also felt this powerful momentum, which was far above the cultivation of Yuqi, so that he had no idea of resistance.

He was in shape and wanted to climb over the wall and leave. At this moment, there was a fierce wind behind him, and before he could draw his sword, he was blown away by a long whip.

This whip made Zhao Yuan Xi's qi and blood surge, and the pain was unbearable, but he didn't care if he wanted to save his life. Even if he couldn't walk, he crawled on the ground.

"Where are you going to escape?"

The figure fell in front of him. Zhao Yuanxi only felt a piece of fear. Before he could say anything, he was pulled on his body by countless whip shadows. Suddenly, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he stopped in the blink of an eye.