The First Tyrant of Daxia

In the end, Wang Min did not show up again, and their reunion a few years later was not so harmonious. Instead, both sides were really angry.

Qin Yun originally wanted to have a good talk with her, and didn't even think about continuing to punish her, but her attitude made Qin Yun completely give up this idea!

Not long after, the Royal Guards finally arrived: "Your Majesty, what happened to you?"

Everyone was a little afraid, as it was obvious that His Majesty looked unhappy and was in a state of rage.

boom!

Qin Yun kicked a Jinyiwei on the buttocks and said angrily: "What use are you, you bastards? Why are you here only now?"

He was still not satisfied. This time, he was fooled by Wang Min. He didn't find Emperor Qin and let him escape. He was so angry that he kept kicking the Jinyiwei.

Although she knew that the Jinyiwei would most likely not be able to stop Wang Min, she came prepared and lured Old Feng away from the mountain.

All the Jinyiwei secretly complained, "Didn't you tell us to retreat? No one is allowed within a hundred meters. If you get close, you will be beheaded."

But they didn't dare add fuel to the fire at this time. They didn't dare to say a word and endured his not-so-heavy foot.

After a while, Qin Yun finished venting his anger. He walked to the pile of rocks with a stiff face and picked up the swaddling clothes. Although he was furious, he remained rational.

This is the only clue.

He stared at the swaddling clothes, standing still, letting the night wind blow. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was surprised to find that the fabric was not delicate, and the pattern embroidered on it was not the style of the Central Plains, but rather looked like something from outside the region.

His heart was moved, and he looked a little happy, and he said anxiously: "This is not cloth from the Central Plains! Go and check for me quickly, where this cloth comes from, and based on the pattern, we should be able to determine its general area!"

she?

The Royal Guards were suspicious, but did not dare to ask more questions: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Qin Yun took a deep breath, looked in the direction where Wang Min had just left, gritted his teeth, and then left.

It is not too late at this moment. Dark clouds suddenly gather, making the night even darker. The outskirts of Tongcheng, which is very far away from the Trap Valley, are now facing the approaching army!

In a ravine, there were countless torches and the atmosphere was extremely tense. At least tens of thousands of soldiers in black armor stood there grimly, as if an accidental discharge of guns could occur at any time.

"General Yan, save me, save me!"

"I put the flag of Daxia on the carriage, but they still attacked and killed my people!" A middle-aged man in expensive brocade clothes knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, shouting with tears in his eyes.

He was the head of the Fu family, one of the five great noble families. His purpose of this trip was to transfer the family property, which could be considered as working for Qin Yun. However, when he was about to reach Tongcheng, he was intercepted.

Yan Zhong had a strong build and murderous eyes. He brought only a few hundred men with him from Tongcheng, but he was not afraid of the densely packed Restoration Army surrounding the ravine.

He was wearing the armor of Daxia, which made him very conspicuous. He glanced around with sharp eyes. When he saw countless carriages with Daxia flags being seized and even the flags being trampled underfoot by the Restoration Army, he became furious.

"Bastard thing!"

"Are you looking for death?"

"Who are you, General? Get out here! You dare to attack the Great Xia caravan? You don't want to live anymore. You are a bunch of heartless people!" He cursed loudly in a rumbling voice.

He came here on Qin Yun's orders to protect Tongcheng and the five nobles. He was confident and not afraid at all.

Among the several hundred people he brought, half were the elite troops of Daxia, and the other half were the defenders of Tongcheng. At this moment, they all looked at the Restoration Army with unfriendly eyes.

In the past half month, the Restoration Army has prevented the five nobles from moving their properties more than once.

But tonight was the most outrageous! They ignored the flag of Daxia and attacked openly.

"Humph!"

A gloomy snort sounded, and Wu Zeng, dressed in black, walked out from among the troops. His hooked nose shone dangerously under the moonlight.

"General Yan, you finally showed up."

"I, your military advisor, don't like to hear some of your words." He said with a gloomy look in his eyes.

In the ravine, Yan Zhong confronted him and started to curse him: "If you don't like it, get out. You're just a captive. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty? If His Majesty hadn't given you food, you would have starved to death long ago!"

"Release them immediately, or you will bear the consequences!"

Suddenly, a trace of viciousness and shame flashed in Wu Zeng's eyes, and the faces of many members of the Restoration Army gradually became unfriendly.

"Okay, considering the relationship between the Emperor of Daxia and my Majesty, I will let these bastards go!"

He said generously, and with a wave of his hand, the Restoration Army released the Fu family's people, but the carriage was still detained.

"General Yan!"

"Thank you, General!" The head of the Fu family led everyone to rush to Yan Zhong's side, trembling and hiding behind him.

Yan Zhong glanced at the seized carriages with reluctance in his eyes, but he did not want to take the risk. After all, the main industries of the five nobles had already been transferred.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, turned around and led his men away from the army.

If there were Jurchen soldiers blocking his way, he would just push them away.

"Wait!" Wu Zeng suddenly spoke again, his expression becoming more sinister in the night.

"If you have to fart, just fart!" Yan Zhong turned around.

"You can take the person away, but General Yan took something he shouldn't have taken. Shouldn't he return it to the Restoration Army?"

Hearing this, Yan Zhong became furious and rushed forward.

The tall figure almost looked down at Wu Zeng, and said fiercely, "You bastard, tell me, what did this general take that he shouldn't have taken!"

"The five great nobles have transferred away a lot of your majesty's wealth these days. Those things are the military expenses for the Restoration Army to restore the country. Isn't it a bit too much for you to accept them like this?" Wu Zeng said without smiling.

"No!"

"we do not have!"

"General Yan, that is the money of our five nobles, and they want to rob it!" shouted the head of the Fu family.

A cold light flashed in Wu Zeng's eyes, and he was about to speak.

Pooh!

Yan Zhong spat directly on his face: "You bastard, I have made it very clear. The five nobles have surrendered to Your Majesty and are under the protection of Daxia."

"You want to take it by force? Don't you know your own weight? No matter if it's your idea or Wanyan Honglie's, you will all be in trouble when His Majesty descends!"

Wu Zeng was spat on, and a raging rage was burning in his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, and a terrible idea was brewing in his mind!

Anyway, the Emperor and Empress also want His Majesty to take that last step, so why doesn't he add fuel to the fire?

He gave his soldiers a fierce look, and suddenly, dark clouds rolled in and murderous intent arose.

"General, be careful!" Many of Yan Zhong's men shouted, their faces anxious and their pupils dilated.

Yan Zhong was also a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. His face changed. Did the Restoration Army really dare to attack? He turned around and narrowly avoided the big knife that attacked from behind.

But the person who attacked him was not just one person, and it was premeditated. Another big knife came from the corner.

puff...

"what!!"

The intense pain made Yan Zhong scream, his facial features were distorted, his left hand was cut off and fell to the ground, blood splattered, it was a horrible sight.

"General!" Da Xia's elite soldiers' eyes turned red with anger rising from their hearts.

Miso miso miso!

Tens of thousands of Jurchen troops drew their swords at the same time and surrounded Yan Zhong's several hundred men.

"Haha, weren't you very arrogant just now?" someone in the Restoration Army mocked.

Yan Zhong's face was filled with pain, with cold sweat all over his body. He was pale and fell to the ground, clutching his arm tightly. He roared unyieldingly: "You bastards, you dare to attack me. His Majesty will not let you go. Prepare to bear His Majesty's wrath!"

"You are finished, you are finished!"

"You bastard, kill me if you have the guts, ah!!" He roared and screamed, but he was unyielding and would not beg for mercy even with a broken hand.