In the end, Changgeng still chased after him, "Godfather, wait!"
Gu Yun was already on the horse. He looked back at him condescendingly. The warhorse was as restless as its master. Even though the reins were pulled, it still paced back and forth in place.
The blood on Changgeng's face seemed to have stained his palms and sleeves. He looked like a portrait drawn on paper.
His expression was almost indifferent, as if he had put a mask on his painful face. He said word by word, "If Uncle Huo can't keep General Tan under control, foster father will undoubtedly bring trouble to himself if he enters the capital at this time."
Gu Yun's long eyebrows raised slightly. He was about to say something when Changgeng interrupted him first.
"I know. Even if you bring trouble to yourself, you have to enter the capital because the Imperial Guards can't stop Beidaying. Right now, other than Godfather, no one can suppress General Tan. If there is a rebellion in the capital, the consequences will be unimaginable." Changgeng took a deep breath and then reached out a bloodstained hand to him, "However, if the Emperor detains you, the hearts of the generals will be shaken. I'm afraid there will be a disaster. I need Godfather to leave me a token that can temporarily pacify the hearts of the people."
A look of astonishment flashed across Gu Yun's face. This child, who had been extremely annoying to him just now, suddenly became unfamiliar.
Everyone had many faces. For example, some people were all-powerful and powerful outside, but once they returned to their loved ones, they would become a little child who didn't know hunger or hunger, cold or warmth, who was forgetful and full of temper.
Although Changgeng was gradually distancing himself from the boy who called him "Shi Liu" but always relied on his little godfather, he still admired Gu Yun a little. Even if he was aroused in the middle of the night, because of this fatherly and brotherly relationship, it was mixed with an indescribable taboo …
Until this gust of wind blew away the last of his youthful feelings.
Changgeng realized in the shortest amount of time that he might be walking alone on a path that no one would understand or accompany.
From now on, he was no longer someone's son or junior.
Gu Yun took out her personal seal and threw it to Changgeng in the air. She warned, "This thing is not as important as the Xuan Tie Tiger Tally, but the old people who have followed me can recognize it. It might be useful. In case … you can think of a way to ask General Chung for help."
Changgeng didn't even look at the private seal and directly put it into his sleeve. He nodded lightly and said, "I know. Don't worry, Foster Father."
Before he finished speaking, Gu Yun had already fiercely squeezed the horse's belly and galloped away.
Changgeng stared at his back until he was out of sight. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and murmured, "Zi Xi …"
The guard at the side did not hear clearly and asked doubtfully, "What did Your Highness say?"
Changgeng abruptly turned around. "Prepare a pen and paper."
The guard hurriedly chased after him. "Your Highness, your hand …"
Changgeng paused when he heard this. He picked up the wine jug that Gu Yun dropped and expressionlessly flushed the jug of strong liquor onto the wounds on his hands. The wounds that had already scabbed over were once again flushed with blood. He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and nonchalantly wrapped it up.
At this time in the capital, no one expected that the death of an old eunuch would cause such a huge uproar.
The injustice that Tan Hongfei had suppressed for twenty years exploded. He had probably already lost his mind. First, he sent troops to surround the Imperial Uncle's residence. When he found out that the old thing had abandoned his wife and child and entered the palace to hide, he immediately turned around and brazenly faced the Imperial Guards who had rushed to save the situation.
The Imperial Guards and Beidaying, one was in charge of internal affairs while the other was in charge of external affairs. Both of them were the last line of defense in the capital and had a close relationship. The Imperial Guards were mainly composed of the young master soldiers in the capital and the elites selected from Beidaying. The former were already scared to the point of wetting their pants and could not be counted on. Although the latter were capable, they were suddenly confronted by their "maternal family" and were temporarily in a dilemma. Just as Changgeng had expected, they were quickly defeated.
The music of Peafowl Restaurant was still lingering in the air. The white fog from the warm flower wine had not dissipated, but Sijiu City was already in an uproar.
Tan Hongfei led people to the outside of the palace. He took off his helmet, as if he was holding his own head.
He first bowed three times and kowtowed nine times in the direction of the main hall. Then he shouted to the imperial guards in front of him, "This sinner, Tan Hongfei, requests an audience with Your Majesty. I request that Your Majesty send out the traitor staying in the palace and give an explanation to my millions of brothers who protect the country and give an explanation to the world! This sinner is willing to die ten thousand deaths to atone for the crime of deceiving Your Majesty! "
Inside the palace, Emperor Li Feng heard this and did not have time to blame Wang Bao. He was already furious. The courage of the Son of Heaven was not something that the Imperial Uncle, who had run away with his tail between his legs, could compare to. Li Feng almost smashed the imperial jade seal. Ignoring the dissuasion from his left and right, he turned around and changed his clothes. He came to the front of the main hall and confronted Tan Hongfei face to face.
The imperial guards and the imperial guards looked at each other across the white marble steps that were several zhang wide. Even the sparrows on the palace walls were sweating.
And in this dangerous stalemate, Gu Yun finally arrived in time.
Gu Yun brought about twenty people with him. He forcefully opened a path through the Beidaying troops surrounding the palace and directly charged in.
The Marquis of Stability almost choked out a mouthful of old blood. He strode forward and whipped Tan Hongfei's face, causing Tan Hongfei's skin to split open. He roared, "Do you want to die?"
Tan Hongfei's eyes turned red when he saw Gu Yun. "Marshal …"
"Shut up. What do you want to do? Are you forcing me to abdicate? " Gu Yun kicked his shoulder. Tan Hongfei was almost stomped to the ground by him. "Do you still have respect in your eyes? Do you still have loyalty and righteousness? Do you still know the difference between a monarch and his subjects? What about the rule that Beidaying cannot enter the capital without being summoned? Who gave you the guts to deceive the monarch?! "
Tan Hongfei prostrated himself on the ground. He was close to tears. "Marshal, it's been twenty years. Our brothers who died in vain. Our brothers who were wrongly accused …"
Gu Yun looked down at him. His eyes were cold and unmoved. "Order all Beidaying troops to withdraw from the nine gates within an hour. If you're late, I will personally take your dog life. Scram!"
Tan Hongfei: "Marshal!"
"Quickly scram!" The corners of Gu Yun's eyes kept twitching as he kicked Tan Hong Fei away. He took a step forward, lifted his robes, and knelt down in front of the stone steps of the main hall, "Emperor, please calm your anger. General Tan was injured in his early years and has long had a deranged illness. Also, he was incited by evil people, so he must have been possessed and his illness acted up. Emperor, please allow him to return home to recuperate on account of his many years of hard work, and spare this madman's life."
Zhu Xiaojiao hurriedly took the opportunity to whisper in Li Feng's ear, "Your Majesty, look, the Marshal is also here. Your body is priceless. You must not take risks. Quickly enter the hall and hide for a moment."
Li Feng was so angry that he laughed. He turned his head and glanced at Zhu Xiaojiao sinisterly. He coldly said, "What? You also called him Marshal?"
Zhu Xiaojiao's face immediately turned deathly pale. With a plop, he knelt to the side.
Li Feng stood on the white marble steps with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked down at the lightly armored Marquis of Stability and understood something like never before. Before the previous Emperor passed away, he had repeatedly grabbed his hand and warned him to be careful of one person. That person was not the ambitious Prince of Wei, nor was it one of those greedy foreigners. Instead, it was his right-hand man … Gu Yun.
An hour later, Beidaying withdrew from the nine gates. Along with Tan Hongfei, more than a dozen generals who were in charge were imprisoned. The Marquis of Stability was imprisoned.
At the same time, countless wooden birds flew out of the hot spring courtyard in the northern suburbs. There were also light cavalry that split into two groups. They each carried a letter stamped with Gu Yun's personal seal. They dressed casually and rushed to the northwest and Jiangnan and Donghai borders.
If Changgeng had a Black Eagle in his hands right now, even if he only had one or two, perhaps he would have a chance.
However, when the Emperor Long An detained Gu Yun's commander seal, he sent all of the Black Iron Battalion officers and soldiers back to the northwest encampment.
Once again … it was too late.
It was April in the human world, the entrance to the pearl-like Ancient Silk Road in the Western Regions.
The prosperity of several months ago had long disappeared. All of the checkpoints were closed. The Black Iron Battalion was ready for battle.
Black Crows with murderous auras could be seen everywhere. He Ronghui had been ordered to temporarily take over the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies. The drumming order from the capital was still gathering dust on his desk.
The sky was extremely gloomy. Dark clouds densely covered the city. All of the encampments of the ten thousand kingdoms had their doors tightly shut. It was completely silent. Wherever the yellow sand passed, it seemed that something was about to happen.
He didn't know if it was General He's misperception, but he felt that something was about to happen.
At this moment, a Black Eagle suddenly descended from the sky.
When the Black Eagle landed, he didn't stand firm. He staggered and rolled into the sand of the Western Regions. Coincidentally, the patrolling Xuan Tie, Qingqiu, saw this and hurried forward to check.
He saw that the Sky Assassin, who had dominated the sky, was unable to stand up because of the Black Eagle's armor. He knelt on the ground and tightly held his comrade's hand. Under the mask, his young face was frighteningly haggard.
The patrolling captain quickly walked over and asked repeatedly, "Didn't General He ask you to go to the capital to find out when the commander will get the commander seal back? What? What's going on? "
The Black Eagle clenched his teeth so tightly that the gaps between his teeth were stained with blood. His handsome face contorted as he tore off his armor and hissed, "I want to see General He …"
After Beidaying's incident and Tan Hongfei's imprisonment, the Nine Gates Commander was afraid that the imprisonment of the Marquis of Stability would cause an even greater commotion. After taking over the defense of the encampment, the first thing he did was to send people to guard all the entrances and exits of the capital. Before the Black Eagle landed, he had already been hit by a wave of Rainbow Arrows. He broke out of the encirclement with great difficulty and landed in disguise. Only then did he find out what had happened from the rumors circulating among the people.
In his fury, the Black Eagle directly returned to the Northwest and just happened to pass by the light cavalry that Changgeng had sent to the Northwest. The Black Eagle was much faster than a horse. He rushed back to the Black Iron Battalion's encampment several days in advance.
He Ronghui exploded on the spot and led his men straight to the Northwest Protectorate. It was at this critical moment that the Sand Tigers of the Qiuci Kingdom slowly left their encampment. They raised their heads and pointed their black cannons to the east.
Many people who had gotten involved had already done their work. They could only leave it up to fate.
But this time, fate seemed to have completely abandoned the Li Family's dynasty, which was nearing the end of its days.
In the Northern Wastelands that had turned warm and cold —
The continuous hills curved in a gentle arc, and the wild flowers were eager to show their buds one after another.
Gray wolves stood on high ground as falcons circled in the sky. Flags and animal skins covered in oil and dust fluttered in the wind. The sky was blue, the earth was yellow. And in the depths of the dense grass, there were thousands of soldiers and horses.
Amidst the rumbling of cold iron and machinery, a hoarse and affectionate singing voice suddenly rang out.
"The purest spirit, even the heavenly wind will kiss the hem of her skirt. All living beings will sing and bow to her, kneeling at the place where she sings and dances. In the coming year, there will be herds of cattle and sheep. There will be lush greenery, and flowers will form a carpet that stretches to the end of the Heavenly Mountain. In the coming year, there will be a long life and evergreen grass. The hares will come out of their holes, and the wild horses will slowly return —"
In the blink of an eye, five or six years had passed. The Crown Prince of Bei Man, Calais Yinghou, who had rashly rushed to Yanhui Town in a fit of anger, had already inherited 18 tribes and become the true Wolf King. The northwest wind outside the Great Pass had left deep scars on his face. Thousands of days and nights had repeatedly carved his face, and hatred and resentment had repeatedly soaked his bones.
Now, his hair was gray, and the fierceness in his eyes was hidden deep in his heart. His vast and distant singing voice had long been covered in dust. He could only hum two lines, and they were vaguely old lyrics and songs, but his voice was already extremely hoarse.
He raised the wine pot at his waist and drank a mouthful of wine with the rusty smell of the pot. His face was tense as he stared at a shadow flying over from afar. The shadow that was traveling with the Black Eagle arrived in front of him in a flash. It was actually an eagle armor. It was larger than the Black Eagle, and its armor was more ferocious. It whistled back and forth with a sharp cry as it landed in front of the current Wolf King. With both hands, it handed over a small golden sword made of an unknown material.
Calais Yinghou reached out and picked up the small golden sword. He poured the wine on it, and a line of words in the language of the 18 tribes slowly appeared on the originally smooth shaft of the arrow. The curly and slender handwriting stretched out under the strong wine. It said, "Wolf King, please go ahead."
Calais Yinghou took a deep breath. He thought that this moment had finally arrived, and he would be filled with ecstasy.
However, he did not. He realized that after so many years, hatred had almost hollowed him out. Even if a comeback was imminent, he had forgotten how to laugh. The current Wolf King looked up at the sky above his head. The sunlight made him a little dizzy, as if countless pairs of eyes of the dead were still staring at him.
"It's time." He whispered almost inaudibly. He raised a hand in the absolute silence of the thousands of soldiers and horses.
Then, he fiercely put down his hand.
The gray wolf stretched his neck and howled. He rushed down, his claws and teeth pointing southward.
The Southeast Asian islands were green all year round, and the warm wind moaned —
At night, a large pure black ship slowly sailed into the quiet and simple port. Before it came to a stop, a group of armored soldiers had already rushed out from the open cabin door. The deserted island was suddenly brightly lit. There were pieces of armor among the huge reefs. They looked ferocious under the faint light of the fire, like a group of ominous ghost soldiers.
Among the heavy armor, there was a huge marching map. It covered the three-foot deep secret passage in the mountains of Nanjiang. Gu Yun had once sent people to dig up the secret passage, but it turned out that it was only the tip of the iceberg.
Finally, there was the originally calm East Sea —
Japanese samurai with long swords and snake-like ninjas dressed as coastal pirates. They carefully paddled their small boats across the sea without anyone noticing. They communicated with each other with strange hand gestures.
They slowly gathered from all directions like ants. The cargo ships that usually flowed like water at the docks also withdrew from Daliang's harbor one by one, quietly turning in the direction of the Japanese islands.
A long and penetrating whistle sounded on the boundless ocean.
The "merchant ships" gradually gathered into a line. The entire line was horizontal and vertical in an orderly manner. As they left the Jiangnan navy's patrol range, the leading merchant ship suddenly changed its original flag. The Western Pope's solemn and heavy battle flag was laid across the blue sea, casting a large shadow.
Changing the flag seemed to be a terrible signal. The huge "merchant ships" began to disintegrate, and the shells on the surface fell into the sea, revealing the black holes of cannons below. This was a type of "sea serpent" that had never been seen before. They were small and strange, and could be wrapped in ordinary merchant ships. The ships were as fast as lightning, and when they passed through the sea, they were like sea monsters that tore through the wind.
The group of monsters dispersed with the signal of the flag. Then, a huge black shadow slowly rose from the surface of the water.
The originally calm sea surged with small mountain-like waves. It was an unparalleled monster like a giant octopus. It broke through the surface of the sea and revealed its treacherous "head." There were countless "suction cups" on top of its head, with thousands of sea serpents and warships stuck to it. It was ready to go. The towering pillars were all purple gold. The thick iron plate shell opened under the countless biting gears. The rows of large and small cannons were like countless sinister eyes, turning without a trace of stagnation.
On the deck of this giant sea monster, at least a dozen Daliang sea serpents could be placed.
The cabin door slowly opened. A pitch-black tongue of stairs hung down out of thin air. Two rows of Western navy soldiers wearing strange little hats filed out. A black umbrella bloomed in the pitch-black cabin door. It was first set up to block the seawater falling from above. The white-haired Western man that Gu Yun had met in the palace lowered his head and calmly walked under the umbrella.
The person holding the umbrella next to him walked out half a step behind. It was "Mr. Ya" who tricked the Nanjiang bandits back then.
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