Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1694

Wu Le suddenly remembered the way the white-browed old man respectfully served tea when he inspected Yi Guang Academy last month.

At that time, Gu Changqing vowed that he would never follow the example of other scholars and students. He still used the double-handed salute, which, now thinking about it, was clearly the etiquette of the Northern Wing scholars and officials when they met the king.

Wu Le was very proud, thinking that Gu Changqing was a different Beiyi person. But he didn't expect that this Beiyi person would take to the streets to incite the people to resist and burn down the library.

"Search! Search, search, search! We must dig Gu Changqing out even if we have to dig three feet deep! If he's alive, we must find him; if he's dead, we must find his body!" Wu Le's eyes were red, and his furious roar was so loud that the beams in the hall were covered in dust.

But there was more bad news. "Report!" a guard reported in a trembling voice, "Sir! The armory was stolen!"

Wu Le kicked over the table, causing the teacup to shatter and scatter. "Asshole! What did you lose?"

The guards looked pale. "Eight fine iron bows, hundreds of arrows! And ten black iron daggers."

Wu Le's whole body trembled.

I remembered that the battle report from Jundong Mountain recorded that two arrows shot into the eyebrows of the two commanders at the same time.

Wu Le felt his throat tighten and his brows itch for no apparent reason. "Someone, come! Strengthen the guards at the government office!"

Many elite troops were transferred back to the government office for alert. He was waiting for reinforcements to arrive and then massacre the city.

He suddenly ran out of manpower.

Every Guicheng citizen can now fight with the Wan people. None of them are afraid of death and are fighting for their lives.

Wu Le didn't dare to move.

The night was as dark as ink, and Guicheng was shrouded in oppressive silence.

Tang Xinghe was wearing the leather armor of a Wan soldier, with his helmet pulled down low, covering his sharp eyebrows and eyes.

His appearance is completely different from that of the Wan people. Most of the Wan people have high cheekbones and deep eyes, but he has straight eyebrows and slightly raised eyes, which is a typical appearance of the Northern Yi people.

On ordinary days, this appearance would surely attract scrutiny. But at this moment, he deliberately smeared blood and dust on his face, and used charcoal ash to darken the shadows on his cheekbones. At first glance, he really looked like a veteran soldier of the Wan Kingdom.

What’s even more interesting is that his walking posture has also changed - Wan soldiers ride horses all year round, and they walk with their feet turned outward and their backs slightly hunched.

At this moment, he deliberately dragged his right leg, hunched his shoulders slightly, and even his breathing became heavier, looking like a defeated soldier crawling out of a pile of dead bodies.

When the gate guard approached with a torch, Tang Xinghe coughed at the right time, his shoulders shook violently, but his right hand quietly pressed on the dagger at his waist.

If he was really discovered, he could cut the opponent's throat in an instant.

"Which battalion?" the guard asked gruffly.

Tang Xinghe's voice was hoarse, and he answered in the Wan accent that he had deliberately learned, "The Third Team of the Black Cavalry Battalion, we have encountered the Northern Wing King's Army. They are the ones who killed people in the street yesterday... I, I have something important to report to the governor."

As he spoke, he swayed his body as if he would fall down at any time.

The guard frowned. The light from the torch reflected on Tang Xinghe's blood-stained face, but only cast a vague shadow.

He was about to ask again when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves in the distance.

The newcomer was covered in blood, and before he even reached the door, he shouted, "North Wing Royal Division! We have encountered the North Wing Royal Division!"

Having said this, he fell off his horse to the ground.

Tang Xinghe knew that Ma Chuyang had succeeded.

In the chaos, Tang Xinghe lowered his head and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Dragging his "injured leg", he walked step by step into this devil's den that had devoured the lives of countless Northern Wing people.

The North Wing is here to collect debts!