Chapter 377 The Secret in the Deep Palace

Transfer the forbidden army!

The simple words of the emperor of the Song Dynasty shocked the whole court. The ministers were shocked and whispered to each other whether there was an illusion just now.

The 30,000 forbidden army in the imperial city of the Song Dynasty is the most elite soldiers. Although Taizu had a plan to change troops, the forbidden army has never been mobilized for many years.

"Empirs, this must not happen!"

The imperial historian, who was responsible for the official, rushed out to dissuade him. When he came forward, other imperial historians of the imperial history platform also came out one after another, and tried their best to persuade the forbidden army not to say anything.

Looking at the imperial historian who turned red and his chest was violently undulating, Yang Jing stood silently in place. These officials thought that they did not know the situation that night. Tens of thousands of soldiers who were regarded as sharp blades suddenly turned against each other. In such a situation, there was still lingering fear.

And the 'net' penetrates secrets. If you want to find it all, it will undoubtedly take a lot of time and will attract criticism. Therefore, it is the best choice to call up the forbidden army, and it is also Zhao Dezhao's inevitable move.

Yang Jing did not expect that Zhao Dezhao would make such a quick move. Wang Pu told the old man that he had not left Bianliang before returning home, and began to mobilize the forbidden army to completely remove the 'net' in front of his eyes.

In his ears were still the words of the officials' bitter advice. Seeing that Zhao Dezhao did not say anything, the more he said, the more energetic he became. What's more, he cried bitterly while carrying the ancient law and the method of his ancestors, saying that it was really impossible to transfer the forbidden army to another place.

They really don't know what the officials are thinking, but they know that what Zhao Dezhao said is something that can't be done. Naturally, they grit their teeth and persuade them. Even if they are punished and put in prison, they will leave the reputation of daring to die.

"Enough!"

Zhao Dezhao suddenly patted the dragon-patterned handle on the golden chair and came angrily, with a little breathless majesty on his body.

When the emperor was angry, the blood flowed into a river.

Even if they want to win the reputation of daring to speak with iron bones, these officials have closed their voices and dare not speak much. If they really annoy the officials, they want people to fall to the ground.

My life is gone, and I still care about what others think of it. What's the use of those good names?

"The Songzhou City Tiger Guard Brigade, Caozhou Pingshan Brigade, Zhengzhou Feisha Brigade and Yingtian City Mountain Wind Brigade were transferred to Beijing. The existing forbidden army was dispatched to the four cities and sent 10,000 people to the north to resist the Liao people, guarding the Song border, Xue Aiqing, and you are responsible for this matter."

Xue Juzheng, the secret envoy, Tongping Zhangshi, has passed the age of Huajia. He is a scholar of the Later Tang Dynasty, and his qualifications are even above Wang Pu.

This person is Yang Jing's direct boss, but now that the war has not started, it is rare for Yang Jing to meet him in the office. Even if he can see this old man on duty, he is just saying a word or two of greetings, so he doesn't have much contact with him.

However, Yang Jing has never dared to underestimate this old man who walks a little unsteady. He can go through troubled times and still be in a high position. How can he be as old and declining as his appearance? The most unnoticing people often have something extraordinary.

Hearing Zhao Dezhao's words, Xue Juzheng, who was silent in the court, opened his eyes. He seemed to recover from a nap and took a pause and said, "The old minister should try his best to do it well, but the old minister is old and needs the help of the marquis and Lord Song."

"The old man only needs to open his mouth, and the subordinate will naturally do his best."

At this point, the transfer of the imperial army has become immutable. Of course, Yang Jing did not want to disobey Zhao Dezhao's will in public, so when Xue Juzheng's voice fell, he agreed, and on the other hand, Song Qi, the minister of the Ministry of War, also responded.

Seeing that there was no objection among the courtiers, Zhao Dezhao's anger subsided and said something else. Peng Yan, who was on the side, saw that he had no interest in discussing the government. After getting the signal, he took a step forward and screamed, "If you have something to do, you can retreat from the court!"

In this way, after the incident, Yang Jing was thinking about Wang Ji'en and was thinking about going out of the hall to find him, but he heard someone calling behind him.

"Marquis."

Turning around, Xue Juzheng came over and hurriedly greeted him and saluted, "My lord."

"Marquis, the matter of defense is complicated. I'm old and exhausted. I'm afraid I'll rely on the marquis more."

Xue Juzheng spoke modestly and looked at Yang Jing with a smile. At this time, he could not see the majesty of the prime minister of the Song Dynasty. He was like an old man next to the street, talking to you about eating, eating, wearing clothes and so on.

It seems that those who are in a high position all know how to collect the momentum freely, hide the strength of tenacity, and reveal the round jade-like appearance.

Based on the cultivation alone, Yang Jing is still much worse.

He continued to say something with Xue Juzheng. Yang Jing took advantage of the excuse to fall behind and walked slowly in the palace. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about important things. Therefore, even if a maid of honor passed by, he did not dare to disturb him and made a detour in advance.

Finally, Yang Jing's waiting figure appeared on the corridor in front of him. He looked left and right and found that there was no one else around, so he accelerated his pace.

He took out the small porcelain bottle in his sleeve and stuffed it into Wang Jien's hand. "The effect of the medicine is only three hours. I will send someone to guard it outside the palace."

"Thank you, Marquis."

There were only a few words to talk about. The two of them passed by very usual. After seeing Wang Jien, Yang Jing did not stay and hurried out of the palace door.

Outside Tianjie, Yang Jing got into the carriage. Xiao Muchun drove him to the Privy Council. After that, he did not stay outside the courtyard as usual, but drove straight away.

Because of the adjustment and defense, the whole Privy Council was busy with it. Even Song Qi, the secretary of the military department, stayed here for the time being.

In fact, it is not difficult to transfer the soldiers from Songzhou and other four cities to Bianliang and exchange them with the forbidden army. It is rare that Zhao Dezhao sent 10,000 forbidden troops to northern Xinjiang.

Going to northern Xinjiang is undoubtedly to break the high-ranking forbidden army into the cold palace. Everyone knows that once they go to the north, no one knows whether they can return to Bianliang in their lifetime.

Therefore, if you can figure out Zhao Dezhao's mind, it is undoubtedly the 'network' department sent to northern Xinjiang. Yang Jing knows this well, but he can't tell which people in the forbidden army are 'net'.

Many things pressed down, which made Yang Jing a little busy. He finally took a breath, but found that he didn't know when it was dark.

He threw down the roster in his hand and rubbed his swollen eyes. Yang Jing let the officials and officials next door who were still busy go home. Later, he blew out the oil lamp and said a few words to the soldiers on duty in the Privy Council, which was no different from usual.

The carriage is not here, and Xiao Muchun hasn't come back yet. Is there an accident?

His eyebrows subconsciously locked up, walked for a time of incense, arrived at a slightly prosperous place, left the silver, rented a dark horse with the work of the restaurant, and hurried to the west of the city.

Xishan, there is a mass grave there. Most of the maids in the palace who are executed or die of illness will be discarded there at will.

Avoiding his eyes, Yang Jing approached Xishan. It was a mass grave that had been used for many years. The messy trees and weeds were born, the moonlight was obscure, and the low sound of wild beasts came from time to time, which was even more gloomy.

As he was walking, he saw a carriage turned over by the roadside, and the black horse pulling the cart spread to the ground. It had been dead for a long time.

It's the carriage driven by Xiao Muchun!

Hangling the horse, Yang Jing hurried down to check. Under the carriage, he found Xiao Muchun fainting. After an examination, he found that he was not seriously injured and was busy with luck to heal his wounds.

"The prince..."

Xiao Muchun, who opened his eyes, saw Yang Jing in front of him and immediately grabbed his arm. "Son, Wang Ji'en was captured. In the direction of the mass grave, go quickly..."

Who is sacred? Unexpectedly, he knows that Wang Ji'en's fake death. In this way, Wang Ji'en must have important information.

Thinking of this, Yang Jing asked Xiao Muchun to adjust his breath in the distance, got on the horse again, and galloped towards the mass grave.

"Ah!"

A scream, miserable, came out of the mass grave, and several strange birds flapped their wings and flew out of the rotten and stench corpse.

Wang Ji'en is right ahead!

The road became rugged, and Yang Jing jumped off his horse and rushed to the low but corpse mass grave.

Finally, the scarred Wang Ji'en was found in the pile of corpses.

"Princess!"

He picked up Wang Ji'en. Yang Jing searched for a moment before he found that his hamstrings and hamstrings were broken, and his clothes were cut by the sword, and the blood flowed.

"Marquis... I'm afraid we can't live... There is... There is... There is..."

In his mouth, blood kept protruding. Wang Ji'en suddenly grabbed Yang Jing's arm. In the end, he couldn't finish his words and turned his head and lost his breath.

A generation of powerful eunuchs and powerful eunuchs died in this mass grave.

With a sigh, Liu Xi couldn't bear to see Wang Ji'en die in the wilderness. He used his palm as a knife, dug a shallow pit, and buried him, which was also safe.

When he came out of the mass grave, Yang Jing was only full of the words 'Funing Hall', which was the bedroom of Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, but after Taizu's death, it had been empty.

Is it possible that the 'Fu Ning Hall' has an unspeakable secret?

It's just who robbed Wang Ji'en. The previous forced question, even if Wang Jien had an iron will, he must have said it.

It seems that Bianliang City will rise again soon.

Looking up at the night sky covered by dark clouds, Yang Jing sighed deeply.