After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Three days later, Shuo Wang set off for Yuancheng.At first, Mu Nanzhi was not too happy to go with Shuo Wang. After all, from the perspective of a doctor, Shuo Wang is really far from the word "good".

But Shuo Wang had made up his mind, and he couldn't stop him, so he had to let Shuo Wang go.

Luo Er Huo went to Yuancheng together with Shuowang—he didn't follow because of Shuowang, but because he heard that Jiang Yuan was the coach of Lingzhou now. He thought that maybe Jiang Jinyue was there, so he wanted to follow Go and have a look.

Shuowang wore a bamboo hat to cover the fiery light from the scorching red sun, and rode his horse to a steep slope more than ten miles away from Yuancheng.

From here you can see the gate of Yuancheng.

Recently, because of the incident of welcoming the coffin, Yuancheng has imposed martial law throughout the city, and no one from outside the city is allowed to enter. Shuowang rode a horse, silently watching a group of guards of honor who were about to enter the gate.

What a coincidence, unexpectedly... met Cen Xian's coffin!

Shuo Wang held the reins in his hands, staring intently at the black coffin in the middle of the guard of honor.

The person in front held up the spirit-calling banner, and the paper money was scattered all over the sky, Shuo Wang's pupils shrank a little, as if all that could be seen in the sky and the earth was the dark and solemn coffin.They were some distance away from the gate of the city. On the city wall, all the soldiers in white clothes stood upright, guarding the coffin as they entered the city.

The knuckles of Shuo Wang holding the rein turned white, and there was a thin line of blood on the side of his mouth.He pursed his lips to suppress the smell of blood in his throat, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Looking from Luo Erhu's perspective, Shuo Wang was hunched over, his body trembling slightly.

He sighed, and was about to take a look, when Shuo Wang suddenly reined in the reins, and the steed neighed and headed towards the gate of the city, Luo Erhu let out an "eh", and hurriedly rode to chase after him.

Just for a moment, Shuowang's horse stopped again, just because the guard of honor had entered the city gate completely, the gate of Yuan City was closed tightly immediately, and the white silk cloth hanging on the gate was crumbling in mid-air. After a while, it was blown by the wind and fell down.

Flying rocks and flying sand, there is a fishy and sweet blood in the squalling wind of Shuomo.

Shuo Wang silently looked at everything around her, her eyes flushed.

A group of people walked towards the gate of the city in silence.

The guards at the gate of the city are new, they don't know who Shuo Wang is, they stick at the gate of the city and don't let them in, no matter what Shuo Wang and Luo Erhu say, they just don't want to open the gate. Enter the city gate.Luo Erhu was upset, and said to the guard: "We are relatives of your chief general!"

The soldiers guarding the city gate glanced at them calmly, and said, "Our general is from Shangjing, and his family has been officials for generations. How could he come from relatives in remote villages!"

After finishing speaking, the soldier added another sentence: "Even if it is, the whole city is now under martial law, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he will not be able to enter!"

Luo Erhu: "..."

He was about to go forward to argue, but Shuo Wang grabbed his arm.The young man shook his head slightly at Luo Erhu, and then pulled away Luo Erhu who was about to be furious.

"Aren't you going in?" Luo Erhu blew his beard and stared, "It's already the boundary of Yuancheng, or are you planning to go back to Shangjing directly?"

"Come in," Shuo Wang lowered his bamboo hat, "at midnight tonight, we'll climb over the wall and enter."

Luo Erhu: "?!"

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At this time, in the temporary mourning hall, Jiang Yu'an and Jiang Jinyue looked at each other, and then set their eyes on the coffin.The eyes of the generals around were all red, and some of them were already crying.Jiang and An maintained a cold face, expressionless.

Jiang Jinyue looked at the coffin without a word.

It is said that this coffin was intended to be buried in the open space next to the small hill in the south of Yuancheng City, so they naturally did not dare to delay, and they would bury the coffin tonight.

However, Jiang Jinyue focused on the Turkic envoy who came with the coffin - this envoy was dressed in a black robe and a silver mask, wrapped so that his mother did not recognize him, and after entering the city gate, he handed him a hand. Put a note in it.

Inside the note was beautifully written Central Plains dialect, signed by Princess Jingning, who asked them to be buried later and opened the coffin, which contained gifts for them.

Jiang Jinyue held the note in the palm of her hand, and exchanged a glance with Jiang Yu'an—what was she planning?

Earlier Turkic sent someone to bring Cen Xian's handwriting and token. The handwriting first said that Cen Xian was not dead, and that Jin Yiwei, who was going to marry with the army, secretly went to the Turkic side.

At that time, Jiang Yu'an and Jiang Jinyue confirmed that the handwriting was indeed written by Cen Xian, and despite all doubts, they let Jin Yiwei go, escaped at night, and headed for the Turkic side.

But now, why didn't Cen Xian follow.

Thinking in this way, Jiang Jinyue looked back anxiously at the envoy in black, who nodded slightly towards them and walked outside.

Jiang Jinyue was about to chase after him, but Jiang Yuan grabbed his narrow and thin wrist bones, disapproval appeared on his frosty face: "Be safe and don't be impatient, lest you fall into a trap."

Jiang Jinyue was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement.

The envoy in black came out and took off the mask on his face. The bright and majestic eyebrows were clearly the daughter of Princess Jingning, Zhaolan. She yawned, stretched out her hand to let the eagle on the horse get off, and took it off slowly. The small bamboo tube on the eagle's leg.

She pulled out the letter paper inside, and inside was Cen Xian's handwriting: "It's done."

Just two words, but it made Zhaolan's eyes light up.

A few days ago, Jin Yiwei and his party rushed to Turkic for two days, and quickly stabilized the rebellion on the side of the Turkic royal family. As for the other tribes who were eyeing the royal family, Cen Xian used the method of "cooperate vertically and horizontally, attack from far and close, and defeat them one by one." " way.

This method is left by the ancestors. Although the method is old, it cannot be said that it is very useful.

The Turkic people are brave, but when it comes to playing with their minds, sometimes they are still a little bit worse than the Central Plains people, not to mention that Cen Xian came from Jinyiwei, and the tricks he played are much more expensive than the Turkic people.

And the well-trained Jin Yiwei is good at assassination, and it is not uncommon for him to run thousands of miles to take the head of Xiangshang.Even if the opponent has many defenses around him, as long as the timing is right, he will almost never miss.

Some of these tribes were really helpless. Once they lost their leaders, they were captured in chaos. In less than half a month, Princess Jingning had already controlled most of the Turks, and the rest of the tribes naturally surrendered and waited tremblingly for their punishment.

Of course, Cen Xian also kept an eye out, he didn't really help Princess Jingning regain all the tribes, otherwise the Turks would be strong, and the Great Wei would be in civil strife. The other half left from Shuo Mo after helping Princess Jingning control most of the power.

Therefore, when Zhaolan got the letter, Cen Xian and his party were not far from Yuancheng.

The famous Commander of Jin Yiwei has turned into a corpse on the surface, but in fact he is riding a horse, running around with a group of Jin Yiwei in the windy and sandy desert.

Their marching speed was not fast, and the Jin Yiwei were worried about their master's unhealed injuries after all.Shang Zhi rode a horse next to Cen Xian, was covered with sand, and told Cen Xian about the situation in Beijing.

"The Empress Dowager and His Majesty were placed under house arrest in the palace, the Empress was sent back to her natal home, Xue Ji was not exposed, but she was also placed under house arrest in the bedroom, the Eldest Princess came to the court to listen to the government, King Jing was stripped of most of his power, and there were Cao Yong is behind the eldest princess, no one dares to refute."

"If you were at that time..." Shang Zhi closed his mouth halfway through his words.

When the commander received the news of his death, he was half insane, so he didn't care about it.

Cen Xian frowned, and pulled the rein in his hand: "Is King Jing still holding on?"

Shang Zhi shook his head.

Jing Wang Wei Chen is still not as good as Wei Changle and Cao Yong in terms of intrigue. When Cen Xian goes with Jiang and An, he has no way to support himself. It is almost enough to protect himself at this time.

If Zhang Jiucheng hadn't brought the rest of Jin Yiwei to stand behind King Jing, Cao Yong would probably have dispatched him to the fief within two days.

"Then you take someone back first." Cen Xian pressed his eyebrows, "Send this half of the account book back to Shangjing first, and I will go to Yuancheng to find Jiang and An and his party."

Shang Zhi nodded in agreement, and when the group was about to leave in two groups, Cen Xian called Shang Zhi again: "Wait, Ru Yu, tell Wei Chen to go to Qin Tianjian and Alchemist, and let them spread the news. It is said that the stars of Ziwei are chaotic, and traitors are detrimental to the country."

Shang Zhi understood, and cupped his fists at Cen Xian: "This subordinate understands!"

After the words were finished, the group of people automatically left behind Cen Xian and rushed towards Shangjing.Cen Xian rode alone, leaving no Jin Yiwei by his side.

He reined in the reins and walked towards Yuan City unsteadily.