Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 435 Follow the clues
"What did you say just now? All the soldiers from the front line have come to Beijing?"

After hearing Duan Zhiquan's words, Empress Dowager Longyu, who had never experienced a war, was inevitably frightened. After calming herself down, she asked.

At this moment, the commander of the Imperial Guard, Zaitao, suddenly rushed into the hall and knelt down to report: "Your Majesty, an explosion in Honolulu killed Lord Liangbi last night. His death was horrible and horrible."

"What? This, this, Honolulu is so bold?"

"How can we allow the capital to be so important as to allow the scoundrels to do whatever they want?"

"Where is the sticking pole office? Aren't those people who worship Tang responsible for the safety of the capital?"

Seeing the clan members chattering in the hall, Empress Dowager Longyu raised her brows, looked at Yuan Xiangcheng, who had a sullen expression, and shouted coldly, "Yuan Xiangcheng!"

"The minister is here."

"I asked you to come to Beijing to protect my Qing dynasty and the lives of my mother and son. Now, the army is forcing me to abdicate, and it seems that the Qing dynasty is no longer safe. You are ungrateful and ungrateful. How can you face your ancestors in the underworld?!"

"What the Queen Mother blames is that I deserve death. The people are in a state of discontent, and the scholars are not following orders. The great cause is lost. I am afraid that with the internal strife and the external enemy attacking, I will not even be able to get my body intact."

When the Queen Mother questioned him, Yuan Xiangcheng knelt on the ground and spoke with false righteousness, every word of which was full of blood and tears.

"And what does Honolulu say?"

"The negotiators sent by the imperial court delivered the conditions proposed by Honolulu. If..."

Yuan Xiangcheng looked up at the little emperor and said quietly, "If the Qing Dynasty abdicates, they will agree to all the preferential conditions proposed by the Queen Mother."

Then, Yuan Xiangcheng swung his sleeves with a snapping sound, slammed his palm on the ground, and said sternly: "Such an insult to the Empress Dowager, I have categorically refused!"

"Don't refuse yet. Don't refuse him yet. Let's talk to them again. Wait for them to negotiate for a while. When the Regent comes back, let him make the decision."

"Queen, I think there is nothing more to talk about. As the ancients said, it is better to die in glory than to live in dishonor. What is so difficult about death? I will fight Honolulu to the end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Qing Yixin looked at Yuan Xiangcheng, the "Cao Cao" who wanted to be a whore and also wanted to be a virtuous man. How could he not know what Yuan Xiangcheng was thinking? He was so angry that his beard trembled and he started cursing loudly.

"Yuan Xiangcheng, stop pretending! Wait until the ancestor comes back, and see how I'll deal with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yixin pushed away Duan Zhiquan who was blocking his way and kicked Yuan Xiangcheng.

"Fuck you, you traitor, I'll beat you to death, you traitor!"

"Ama, Ama!"

"Prince Qing, Prince Qing!"

Suddenly, the palace was in chaos. Yuan Xiangcheng glanced at the little emperor who was tightly embraced by the empress dowager, waved his sleeves, and drove away the confidants who were protecting him, looking like a loyal minister who would be beaten and scolded: "No one of you is allowed to move!"

"Prince Qing, you are the one who knows me, Yuan Xiangcheng, the best among all the nobles in the court. If even you think that what I, Yuan Xiangcheng, did is not the best choice for our Qing Dynasty, well, then go ahead and fight."

Yuan Xiangcheng sat up, looked at Yixin who was stopped by his own son, blinked his eyes and said helplessly.

"Forget it, Ama, Fourth Brother has never treated us unfairly."

Hearing his eldest son say such nonsense in such an occasion, Yixin was furious. He slapped him away and yelled at Yuan Xiangcheng who was lying on the ground.

"Yuan Xiangcheng, I'm breaking up with you!"

"Prince Qing! We didn't have much friendship to begin with."

"Ancestor, we were so damn blind back then!"

After he finished speaking, Yixin flicked his sleeves and left angrily.

"Yuan Xiangcheng, you are going to kill us mother and me."

Although Empress Dowager Longyu did not understand state affairs, she saw that Prince Qing, whom she had always relied on, had lost his temper on the spot. She knew the seriousness of the matter and cried and complained to Yuan Xiangcheng.

"Your Highness, I, Yuan Xiangcheng, swear to defend the rights of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager until my death. However, the court must finally discuss a countermeasure that will win the support of the people. In my humble opinion, it is better to consult the Regent and then make a decision."

"Yes, yes, we must inform the ancestor of this matter in time, Baturu, Baturu, go quickly!"

After Yuan Xiangcheng's reminder, Empress Dowager Longyu came to her senses from her panic and ordered Puhu Baturu, who was staying in the Forbidden City, to go out immediately to find Regent Chuntai, who had returned to the Qing ancestral home with a real dragon more than half a month ago.

"The Queen Mother is wise."

Yuan Xiangcheng looked at Baturu, who was hurriedly walking towards the palace gate after receiving the imperial edict. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.
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Mianhua Hutong, the He family mansion.

It was already three o'clock in the night, and heavy snow had begun to fall in the capital. In just three or two hours, it was already white outside. The frost and snow were thick, the north wind was howling, and the heavy snow was drifting and swirling between heaven and earth. There was no sign of spring at all.

Although the sky was snowing heavily, the house was warm. The lights were dim, reflecting everyone's faces, like bronze statues.

"I didn't expect that although Longyu was a woman, she also knew the foundation of the Qing Dynasty and did not easily agree to the request to abdicate. Yuan Xiangcheng's attempt was indeed ingenious, but it was a pity in the end."

Feng Zhao looked at the urgent report sent by Yuan Xiangcheng, scanned it roughly, and then passed it to the next person.

"After all, he was a puppet pushed to the front by Chuntai. Gong Bao wanted to use the abdication of the Qing court to weaken the water, virtue and dragon energy in Chuntai. His starting point was good, but Longyu had no real power, so she naturally did not dare to agree."

Qin Huai had a map in front of him. He paused and continued, "Gong Bao's probing helped us to trick Chun Tai's information, which saved us a lot of effort. Next, it depends on how much momentum you can create in the south. If you can further undermine the rule of the Qing Dynasty, we will be more confident in our actions."

"With the financial support of the Jinling family and the support of the masses of the fifteen southern provinces, Mr. Zhong's uprising will surely greatly shake the foundation of the Qing court and further weaken the old thief's reliance."

Li Cunyi held the newspaper in his hand, pointed at the front page headlines of the media offensive launched by Honolulu, and turned to Qin Huai and asked: "Ah Huai, you are the only one among us who has fought the old thief twice. What do you think we should do if our methods to shake the foundation of the Qing Dynasty are useless?"

"Master Su Tang, rest assured. I have a plan. I have a backup plan."

Qin Huai thought of Ao Ling, who controlled the water dragon energy like an arm, and his eyes darkened. He stood up and said, "Everyone, let's go. Since Baturu has been ordered to find Chuntai, we should also set off in time and follow the clues to get to Huanglong."

Shortly after Baturu left the palace, Qin Huai, who had received a tip-off from his spy, released Ye Kui, who was hanging far behind Baturu and transmitting its real-time location to Qin Huai through the connection between the summoned creature and its master.

"Jingbo, is there a birthday party for the old thief in a few days?"

"Chun Tai is a major concern for us. We need to solve it sooner rather than later. To prevent any more trouble, it would be best if we can catch him off guard."

Qin Huai pointed to the secret letter on the table and said a few more words to Du Xinwu: "Shen Kui, you should send a telegram to Nanjing immediately to inform Mr. Zhong to start an uprising. By the way, find an opportunity to see if you can solve the mother and son in the Forbidden City at the same time."

"Don't worry, Jingbo. I will deal with Master Liu according to the situation. You can go with peace of mind."

Du Xinwu knew the seriousness of the matter, so he immediately accepted the request and watched Qin Huai and others go away.
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It is bitterly cold outside the Great Wall, and the woods are covered with snow.

Between the Black Water and the White Mountains, there was a sudden sound of horses neighing and galloping, coming from far away and getting closer.

"drive!"

The shouts of the people driving the horses were like thunder, and the horses' hooves flew, breaking the ice and snow on the ground.

There were three riders in total, all riding black horses and wearing black clothes, all dressed like military officers. They were Baturu and his entourage who, after receiving orders, went north from the capital to the Yongling Mausoleum, the ancestral temple of the Qing Dynasty.

After several days of running around, the three of them were all covered in dust and looked very unkempt.

They had already entered the Changbai Mountains, and were only a dozen miles away from the remnant of Longgang, the seat of Yongling. Baturu and his companions drove not far away, and saw the sentries scattered around the hills, so they slowed down their horses and shouted loudly: "The Queen Mother's decree, the Forbidden City's urgent order, quickly move the barricades, I have something important to report to the ancestor!"

Bai Tang, who was guarding the sentry post, saw the identity of the newcomer and quickly moved away the barricades. He also shouted, "Commander, just go straight into the temple cave. The ancestor came out of the gate the day before yesterday and is now discussing matters with several tomb keepers!"

After hearing this, Baturu was shocked and galloped past the sentry post on his horse, as if he had heard some great news.

Shortly after the three riders went up the mountain, a figure suddenly rushed out from the fields on both sides of the official road.

The sky and the earth were covered with white snow. With a mighty tiger roar, Qin Huai was like a tiger jumping out of the winter forest. The wind and snow blew in his face, and he ran out with big strides with his legs crossed, rushing towards the checkpoint like an arrow.

Pong!
Flesh, bones, and ice all exploded!

A fierce gust of wind blew past, and the soldiers who were still lively and vivid just now were instantly blown into countless powder and scattered in the white wind. Behind Qin Huai, a series of black shadows holding swords and murderous intent emerged, marching like flying, along the foot of the mountain to the top of the peak.

The mountain wind mixed with the cold snow whistled past, making Baturu's sleeves rustle.

He walked along the Yongling Sacred Road and soon saw four stele pavilions.

The pavilion of the stele of divine merit and holy virtue is surrounded by various stone carvings, including unicorns, camels, standing lions, lying horses, military generals holding melon hammers, and civil officials wearing tall hats and wide belts.

There are also various strange human faces and animal sculptures that are over ten feet tall. They are all black stone, with sunken eyes, high noses, and look solemn and majestic.

After Batulu paid his respects, he went straight into the ancestral temple on Jiujiding, which was covered with thick snow, and walked down along the dark cave that had been dug deep into the mountain at who knows when.

Soon, Baturu, illuminated by torches, followed a simple narrow path and entered a mountain cavity that had obviously been converted into an underground palace.

The air was inexplicably moist.

In the underground palace, Chuntai, who was sitting on a rattan chair and drinking tea with four tomb keepers, suddenly stopped, as if he had realized something incredible.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

An old man with a white beard and a vigorous spirit saw Chuntai's expression suddenly change, so he put down his teacup and spoke with concern.

"There are not many people in the world who can move A-Tai. Right now, the sharp edge outside the temple cave is about to pierce the sky. If I am not mistaken, it should be the gun of Baji Sect that hits the door."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man who looked like a woodcutter. His face was as pale as a sick man, and he was thin and fleshless. He wore a blue shirt and linen pants, and hand-woven straw sandals. He looked ordinary.

There were footsteps outside the courtyard, and the door was pushed open with a creak. Chuntai looked back and saw Baturu and his two companions bowing respectfully.

"Grandmaster, Yuan Xiangcheng and his army are forcing the palace. The Forbidden City is in danger. The Queen Mother has specially ordered me to ask for your instructions."

"I was wondering how those traitors could find this place. It turns out they followed you here. Well, since they dare to come, they can forget about leaving today."

Chuntai narrowed his eyes and stared at Baturu grimly for a long time before he said to his left and right: "Fengchi, Mingzhi, Mingzhen, Jiuling, you have guarded the ancestral temple for more than a hundred years. Have you forgotten your skills?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. No matter how small the villain is, with my brothers here, the ancestral dragon vein will be safe and sound."

A pair of old men with identical features, clean-faced and beardless, wearing wide robes with wide sleeves, and dressed in plain black and white clothes respectively, stood up and gave assurances.

"Back then, Wu Zhong fought all over China with a spear, and it was said that he never lost. Unfortunately, I had already entered the mausoleum by then, and I was unable to fight him. This is truly a regret for my whole life. Now that his disciple has come to me, I wonder how good he is?"

Middle-aged Chai Fu licked his lips, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Master Wu Zhong, the great spear master. I fought him once and won by half a move. Unfortunately, his last move, Heaven and Earth Longevity, was too much for me to handle. I decided to let him go after weighing the pros and cons. I never expected that more than a hundred years later, his disciple would cause such a disaster today."

Chuntai took the [Purple Gold Dragon Stick] handed over by the middle-aged Chai Fu, and his eyes were filled with a layer of dark golden luster that seemed to be real.

"Feng Chi, you have eaten a lot of dragon blood and dragon meat with me these days. You should be able to take advantage of the dragon energy and temporarily leave the ancestral temple to fight against the foreign enemies with me."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The dragon is full of treasures. It is indeed a divine creature of heaven and earth. But if we eat it all up, it would seem a waste of a gift from heaven."

"That real dragon couldn't speak, and seemed to have no intelligence at all. If it weren't for the fact that the dragon energy on its body was genuine and could not be faked, I would have doubted whether I was deceived. Now it seems that the soul of the female dragon escaped at the critical moment, leaving only its body for me to capture and bring back to the capital. Now its dragon energy has been sacrificed to the shaman gods who protected my tribe, and the remaining skin, flesh, marrow and blood have been devoured by us. There is nothing to regret."

"Besides, I am now a living dragon, so how can I talk about wasting the gifts of nature?!"

Chuntai felt the surging power in his body and the increasingly abundant water dragon energy in the [Purple Gold Dragon Rod]. His ambition to revive the Qing Dynasty almost reached its peak.

In front of the temple, Qin Huai stood in the center with a bronze sword case on his back.

The sky was changing with changing winds and clouds, lightning flashed, and dark clouds pressed the sky down.

When the first thunderclap sounded between heaven and earth.

Qin Huai stood alone on the Shinto path in front of the Manchu ancestral temple, with his hair flying and his black hair fluttering, his divine majesty between heaven and earth.

A figure fell like a meteor between the stele pavilions, with a long spear cutting through the wind and snow, standing just to the left of Qin Huai. He was a skinny middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, and his deep voice spread across the field: "Master Spear Li Shuwen!"

Amid the rumbling thunder, another figure fell down rapidly and stood on Qin Huai's right hand side. The old man put his hands behind his back, with an ordinary single sword hanging from his waist. He said casually, "Single Sword Li Cun Yi!"

A man holding a knife fell from the sky and landed heavily on the sacred road, shouting loudly: "Wang Wu is here!"

A man in white robes swept down like a rainbow, and said indifferently: "Wudang Gentleman Sword, Song Weiyi."

A young man in a yin-yang robe suddenly appeared, "White Lotus Sect, Feng Zhao!"

Thunderous sounds resounded through heaven and earth, and human figures emerged and fell, lining up on both sides of Qinhuai River.

"Chen Dianying from Hongsheng Pavilion!"

"Xingyi Guo Yunshen!"

"Tiger Head Young Guard Sun Lutang."

"Liu Guanlan from the Zhizi Sect."

"Tai Chi Yang Ban Hou!"

"Master Xu from the Natural Sect."

"Putuo!"

"Kunlun Sect's Xiyan!"

On the sacred road that runs through the Yongling Mausoleum, fourteen great masters of martial arts gathered outside the ancestral temple of the Qing Dynasty.

It has never happened in the world in thousands of years, and it will never happen in the next thousand years.

How to change the old days with a new one?
That's all.

Rumble.
Thunder rumbled continuously in the sky. Qin Huai glanced at the inky sky, clenched the偃月 in his hand, and stared at the five black shadows walking out of the red gate of the temple. Suddenly, a mighty roar sounded.

"kill!"

Almost at the same time, all the grandmasters on the front line chanted the word "kill".

(End of this chapter)