The First Tyrant of Daxia

"and many more!"

"You must take off your armor to enter the North Palace!" A tall young man in military uniform stood up, with a large number of troops behind him. They stood in the square and blocked Qin Yun's way.

Hearing this, Qin Yun immediately sneered: "If I don't take off my armor today, what can you do to me?"

The tall young man obviously had a high status in the Jurchens. He was a member of the Fan family and commanded an existence similar to the imperial guards in the Jurchen palace.

He frowned and was about to speak, but was stopped by Fan Tong's eyes.

He dismounted, smiled and bowed, "Your Majesty, I won't take off my armor if you don't want to, but according to the rules, your troops must stay in the square."

"The Empress is in the North Palace and wants to talk to you in private. There are some secrets that others cannot know."

He is indeed an old fox with a shiny head. He speaks very smoothly, but no one in the Shenji Camp is willing to buy it. If Your Majesty is allowed to go in alone, there may be danger.

"fart!"

"How can this be true? I know that you, old man, have been holding your fart in!" Liu Wanshi cursed. He was also a man who had crawled out of a pile of corpses on the battlefield in Youzhou. He had a hot temper and was not afraid at all.

Fan Tong was yelled at in his own territory, his face turned red and white, he was extremely angry, but he did not dare to fight back, he just gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger: "Your Majesty, if you are worried, the army and the Jurchen army can each occupy half of the square, which is fair, how do you think?"

Qin Yun frowned and tilted his head slightly.

Elder Feng approached tacitly and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, there should be no one in the North Palace, but there are a lot of troops hiding around."

"But within fifty steps, I can protect you."

Hearing this, Qin Yun looked at Fan Tong and said calmly, "Then it will be as you said, but these two people must accompany me."

Fan Tong looked up, his eyes could only open a slit under the scorching sun. He glanced at Jingyi, without much reaction, and even thought she was just a maid.

But when he looked at Mr. Feng, a trace of fear flashed across his eyes!

Although he had never seen the leader of the Jinyiwei of Daxia and his best fighter, the Jurchen Military Affairs Bureau was about to be controlled by them, so he had naturally heard of this kind of person.

"Your Majesty, she can follow you outside the palace, but this elder cannot!" Fan Tong said seriously, and added: "Within fifty steps of the North Palace, there will only be you and the Empress."

Old Feng frowned, clearly disagreeing.

Qin Yun took a deep look at the magnificent palace in front of him, wondering what on earth this Fanyin was trying to do. He was so mysterious, was he not willing to show his true colors?

When I met Wanyan Honglie in Cannes, there wasn't so much going on.

"Well, then, as you say!"

"But you have to stay in my formation. If anything happens, you will be the first to lose your head!" Qin Yun snorted.

Fan Tong's face changed slightly, and he looked panicked for a moment. He was definitely unhappy and was about to speak immediately.

Qin Yun's cold eyes swept over: "What? If you don't agree, then I won't go in."

"you……"

Fan Tong was so anxious that he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, as your majesty says."

Qin Yun stopped looking at him and looked at his many trusted men: "I will be fine, don't worry, just follow the plan."

Everyone looked worried, no one had expected this to happen, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so they could only clasp their fists and say yes.

Old Feng glanced at Jingyi, who was taciturn but unusually steady and mature. He nodded slightly, indicating that he was not worried.

"Gee!" He shouted softly and rode out from between the two armies on horseback, with an intimidating aura.

Jing Yi followed closely behind. The atmosphere at the scene was almost frozen. Many soldiers of the Shenjiying had beads of sweat on their foreheads. Only His Majesty could do such a thing.

If it were any other emperor, who would dare to do that?

Fortunately, the imperial capital has a crown prince to stabilize the state, otherwise the cabinet of Daxia would have hanged itself collectively rather than let Qin Yun do such a blind act.

Da da da……

Qin Yun's tall horse passed through the army and suddenly stopped, and everyone's heart stagnated.

He turned his head and looked down at the young general who had blocked his way just now, and said calmly: "You seem very dissatisfied?"

The young general's face was frozen and he said nothing.

Fan Tong realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Snapped!

Qin Yun gave him a slap with his backhand, and the sound of the slap was so loud that it echoed throughout the square!

The whole audience was shocked and no one reacted.

Jingyi was right beside him, her pretty face was filled with astonishment. It was already this late, and yet Qin Yun was still so overbearing.

"You!" After all, the young general was young and very arrogant. He immediately opened his eyes wide and stared at Qin Yun, his hand even subconsciously placed on the hilt of the knife.

Suddenly, the scene changed drastically.

Swish, swish, swish, countless steel knives were half-unsheathed, facing each other, with murderous aura in the air.

Just as they were about to fight, a woman's voice rang out from the North Palace: "Respected Great Xia Khan, why do you have to embarrass a mere general? Why don't you come in earlier so we can talk?"

The sound is pleasant, a little soft, and if it is suppressed a little, it can satisfy all the fantasies of men.

Qin Yun's ears trembled slightly, and his eyes pierced into the Beigong. This was the first time he heard the sound of Sanskrit. He had only heard of it before.

He waved his hand, and the two thousand Shenji Battalion quickly put away their swords, and in one go, they lined up in a row. Their armor roared, and it was extremely terrifying. Their momentum was like that of ten thousand troops!

"Young man, don't be so angry."

"You, the Emperor and the Empress, must be polite to me. You'd better just guard the door." Qin Yun said lightly, then rode towards the North Palace, even up the stairs!

His demeanor, language, and actions were all domineering and arrogant to the extreme, completely different from the youthful vigor of young generals, and obviously more impressive.

The young general's hand bones were cracking, veins were exposed, and his cheeks were burning with shame, which almost drove him crazy.

But he bit his lip and had to endure it!

Qin Yun walked forward, Jing followed beside him, and couldn't help but whispered: "He didn't seem to say anything, why do you have to be like this?"

Qin Yun looked at her and grinned: "Pressure, demonstration."

"You don't understand it."

Jingyi couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, and it was completely subconscious.

A beautiful nun with a cold personality suddenly rolled her eyes playfully. You can imagine how big the contrast is and how eye-catching it is!

Qin Yun was stunned and exclaimed in his heart, what a guy!

If the huge army behind them saw the expressions of the two men and heard their conversation, they would probably be petrified on the spot.

It’s already this late, and you still have the leisure to chat and laugh!

Pushing open the heavy and majestic door, the two entered the outer hall, where there was also a group of people led by Fanyin, who seemed to be masters of the Military Affairs Bureau.

"I can only accompany you here. You have to be careful. There is no one in the inner hall of Beigong, but call me immediately if there is any problem." Jingyi said softly and calmly stuffed a dagger into his hand.

Qin Yun was stunned. The first thing he thought of was Murong Shunhua. At this moment, she really looked like her.

"Yeah!" He nodded, the two looked at each other, and then he stepped into the inner hall.

Jingyi was left to confront the people from the Military Affairs Bureau.

The interior of the hall is luxuriously and grandly decorated, with countless luminous pearls and agates, any one of which is priceless.

He put his hands behind his back, his black dragon robe fluttering, and walked calmly through the hall. He saw Fanyin at the end with his back to him.

At first glance, he was slightly surprised!