Let me eat a soft meal

In fact, Ye Xuan had been looking for an opportunity to pretend to be injured, so as to lure out the fourth prince who was still hiding in the dark, but he stood by the altar and waited for a long time. further away.

The guards on the altar were selected by Tai'an from the Cangzhou soldiers who brought them. Those people followed Ye Xuan and Tai'an on the battlefield. Most of them are trustworthy brothers. They have been idle in Beijing for almost two months. In addition to daily training, it is to train those former Custodians who were transferred to their hands.

But the number of the imperial army is limited, and the numbers are redistributed to the generals. There are still a large number of people who are bored and unaccustomed to the strict rules at the foot of the imperial city, clamoring to return to Cangzhou to Beirong to fight the autumn wind.Finally, there is a task, so naturally everyone wants to use their skills.

Ye Xuan guessed that there must be many guards on the altar, but he never expected that there were all of them.There are more wolves and less meat, so they are not in a hurry to kill just such an assassin, they just push him back like a cat, and then retreat to the side.

The assassins were all choked up by them, and they raised their voices and called a few companions to fight out together.

Then they were all pushed back by a few lamas in a brass bell formation, unable to advance or retreat at all.

For a moment, Ye Xuan didn't know whether to say that the assassin was too weak, or his personal soldiers were too strong—tough in various senses.

In the end, he was too lazy to wait, and blew a dumb whistle with the tip of his tongue. This was a common signal they used in the Beirong battlefield. Not only did the people on the altar understand it, Feng Zijian also looked up.

Many of the soldiers showed disappointment, but they were still obedient and fought while retreating, calmly showing a gap to the assassins.

The eyes of the assassin in Taoist robes lit up, and he immediately swung all the weapons in front of him. Although he was puzzled why the block was so weak this time, he still relied on the perseverance to accomplish the task, and turned his sword to kill the young man with the twelve crowns.

Seeing that he didn't have much strength, Ye Xuan took two steps over there, pretending to be panicked, grabbed the point of his sword with a misaligned head, brushed his palm against the sharp fortitude, and blood swarmed out from between the fingers. A wounded shape burst out on the imperial robe.

He was about to pretend to be seriously injured to fight back and fell limp to the ground, when the internal force in his body rushed out, he heard a crisp "click" sound - the short soft sword broke into two pieces directly.

The assassin's eyes widened, and he threw forward weightlessly, just in time to be pierced through the stomach by the broken blade.

Fochen fell powerlessly from his hands, and the assassin died in Ye Xuan's hands in such a suffocating way.

Ye Xuan: "..."

The sudden silence on the altar attracted the attention of many people. Although Xie Yushu knew Ye Xuan's plan to pretend to be injured, he was still a little worried. Seeing that the Imperial Forest Army could handle it, he withdrew to the altar with his sword in hand.

"His Majesty!"

Hearing Xie Yushu's voice, Ye Xuan came back to his senses, kicked the assassin's body away, threw the bloody broken blade on the ground, and then covered his unscathed right abdomen, just like when he was a child, The internal force was rampant in the body for a while, making his face pale and weak.

He staggered slightly, his body fell forward, and he was about to hit the ground.

Xie Yushu thought that he was really injured, his expression changed, he tipped his toes, urged Qinggong to fly over, just in time to catch Ye Xuan's fallen body.

"Zixuan, how are you?" Seeing the blood all over his body, he was so anxious that he couldn't hold his weapon, and wanted to check his body.

Ye Xuan quickly grabbed his hand, leaned her head on his shoulder, and blinked at him as a gesture.

Xie Yushu came to his senses and immediately shouted loudly, "Tell the doctor!"

……

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, when Emperor Wu of Liang came to the throne, many people had seen the grand and chaotic battle. The palace was under martial law for three days. The early court was presided over by the general Wang Feng Zijian and the prime minister Xie Yushu. The news that the new emperor was seriously injured and unconscious spread to everyone.

Everyone deeply felt that these unlucky new emperors might become the first emperors in a few days.

But in fact, Ye Xuan, who was bored, set up a shooting range in the back garden of Qianyuan Palace to compete with Tai'an.

Phew--the aggressive arrow flew halfway, then it sank into the ground an inch in front of the target, and the ground a few inches in front of him was scattered with its brothers.

Missed again.

"Tsk."

Ye Xuan was speechless in displeasure, and with tightly bandaged hands, he threw the red heavy wood carved bow on the table.

"Don't get angry, you can't afford to lose?" A gloating voice came from the side, and Pei Sheng sat cross-legged on the grand teacher's chair, eating the melons and fruits specially provided by the emperor, while laughing at their owners.

It happened that Tai'an drew his bow fully and shot out an arrow, which pierced into the red heart of the target a hundred paces away with a "swoosh", and the heavy target swayed back and forth, making a muffled sound.

"Okay!" Pei Cheng applauded applaudingly, and even shouted, "Li Tai'an, come one more! Let's shoot both arrows!"

Tai'an paused for a moment, and sure enough, he reached out and took out two arrows from the arrow basket and put them on the string. He drew the bow full and took aim. The voice of the sky.

Two arrows directly penetrated the bull's-eye, bringing it down to the ground.

Pei Cheng, who suggested it, was also stunned. He muttered a mouthful of the melon in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Hey, it's kind of amazing."

Ye Xuan was so annoyed by this guy who was disrupting the game, walked up to grab the melons and fruits in his hand with a gloomy face, and kicked him.

"Get off."

"Why?" Pei Cheng was displeased, and clapped his hands. The little bully had never been afraid of anyone in his life, but he was sorry.

Ye Xuan swept him lightly, sneered, and waved directly.

The Imperial Forest Army on both sides immediately stepped forward, said "offended" to Pei Cheng, and then leaned over and lifted him up!The sensible eunuch immediately stepped forward and wiped the grand master's chair.

Ye Xuan sat down satisfied.

Pei Cheng's eyes widened, and he looked at him in shock for a long time, "You, you, you, you are actually bullying others!"

Ye Xuan leaned back calmly, put his hand on the armrest to support his chin, squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows and sneered at Pei Liulang, saying, "Qianyuan Palace is my territory, so naturally I have the final say and I have the ability Pei Aiqing also try to sit in this seat."

Pei Cheng didn't dare to answer these words, he swallowed his saliva, decided not to bother with this lonely man, and ran to Tai'an to learn how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

Seeing those two people fighting and fighting, Ye Xuan felt more resentment in his heart.

After the altar assassination incident, Xie Yushu hadn't been to Qianyuan Palace for three days. Ye Xuan knew that Feng Zijian had deliberately delayed him.

Qianyuan Palace is now replaced by Ye Xuan's own people inside and out, and the spies can't get in at all. The news of the serious injury and coma was released on purpose by him, in order to lure the snake out of the hole.

Those rebels are all hidden among the common people. All the things that can prove their identity have been removed. There are also a group of people with Beirong faces and square turbans hiding among them. They can completely pretend to be Beirong spies Mixing in it deliberately provokes troubles.

Ye Xuan and Xie Yushu knew very well who these two groups of people were serving, but if they searched in that direction, at most one Xu Guogong could be found.

Ye Xuan's lure the snake out of the hole is not very clever, he is betting on the other party's greed and patience, he doesn't think he can lure Feng Zijian, that old fox in the battlefield, but it is not a problem to lure a fourth prince.

The new emperor was injured under the eyes of everyone, and he has not been in power for many days. There has been no news for a long time in Qianyuan Palace.

The fourth prince Qi Wang bestowed Youzhou, the farthest place, and ordered him to go to the fiefdom with Xu Taifei to report on his duties within five days; Stay in Beijing temporarily.

As soon as the imperial decree came out, there were naturally disagreements. The ministers wanted to meet the Holy Majesty, but they were all blocked by Prime Minister Xie Yushu. Exciting?

This is actually the tactic used by the late emperor to force King Yu to rebel. He knew that it might be false, but he thought that if it was true, he must not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It is nowhere in sight.

From the fifth day to now, there are only two days left. Ye Xuan estimated that the fourth prince could not bear it anymore and would definitely fight to the death. After this matter is over, he can go out in a fair manner and meet Yu Shu again. met.

Just as he was thinking, Zhao An came in to report in good time, "Your Majesty, Concubine Xu waited outside for half an hour before leaving."

Ye Xuan nodded, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips, with a chilling smile on his face.

Pei Cheng caught a glimpse of his expression as soon as he turned his head, and immediately turned back in fright, breathing from the tailbone to the top of his head, and asked in a low voice, "Is your master sure you didn't hurt your head? You really don't need to see a doctor have a look?"

Tai'an looked back at Ye Xuan suspiciously.

Ye Xuan has returned to normal, and asked Zhao An to take out the memorials piled up in the main hall, and review them there with a blank expression.

Tai'an blinked and asked silently: What's wrong?

Pei Cheng opened his mouth, finally shook his head, and said angrily, "Forget it, don't say a few words about him, lest he use his power to suppress me again, he is now the emperor, and I, a dude who is about to lose the protection of his family, can't be messed with at all." rise."

Tai'an said, "I will protect you."

"You?" Pei Sheng curled his lips in disgust.

An inexplicably strong dissatisfaction rose in Tai'an's heart, and he frowned and said, "I agree."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Pei Cheng responded perfunctorily, rolling his eyes to change the subject, "Oh, when I entered the palace today, I saw General Feng Huang Mang and the others were racing horses in the martial arts arena. I found out that my fifth brother said that General Feng has changed a lot, which is true."

"He didn't even recognize me." Pei Cheng's tone was a little melancholy, and he unconsciously began to think about the former General Feng.

When Feng Zijian was still Feng Luo, he was in the limelight in those few years in Beijing. This young general who was named a general at a young age has made great military achievements. inhumane.

He is upright and upright, although his words and deeds are flamboyant, he is not annoying. Military generals love to drink with him, and civil servants also invite him to watch poetry meetings. How many boudoir ladies wandered around the general's mansion every day in order to see him, and how many threw fragrant handkerchiefs, rouge, jade and sachets into the high-walled courtyard of the general's mansion.

At that time, Feng Luo was the hero of war god in the hearts of many young men, who wanted to join the army with him, go to the border to drive out Rong Di, and shed his blood for the defense of the family and the country.

Xie Yushu was one of them, and so was Pei Sheng.

Tai'an looked at him silently for a while, then patted his head suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be sad."

Pei Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then blushed, and muttered a little awkwardly and guiltily, "Whoever is sad is called remembering the past, you bumpkin..."

Ye Xuan had been watching them for a long time, and at this moment, a certain His Majesty who was forced to be alone finally couldn't help but smashed a memorial.

……

It was night, and the palace was indeed on fire.