(Not only did I cosplay Wu Zhenyu, but I also cosplayed the Godfather, the 60s and 70s, a series of great, beloved ones … PS: Among the eight generals, there is no Yang surname. I messed it up yesterday, so I made do with it. Thank you for reminding me.)
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Yang Gongcheng, one of the eight generals.
Eight generals, eight generals. It seemed to be a simple description, but when these three words were put together, it had a completely different meaning. Everyone knew that this referred to the eight aces the Second Prince secretly raised in his manor. These eight aces always followed by the Second Prince's side and were one of the Second Prince's most powerful martial powers.
In the battle between Fan Xian and the Second Prince the year before last, it was these eight generals who had kept Fan Xian in the tea shop outside Baoyue Brothel. Although they did not manage to keep him, they still left a deep impression on Fan Xian.
They were indeed eight aces.
Outside the Jingdou government, after the case closely related to Baoyue Brothel and Fan Sizhe had been tried, Fan Xian had attacked and shattered Xie Bi 'an's spirit. Because of this, it had caused a problem with the zhenqi in his body. This was the first reason.
Beside Yu Shan Road, in the autumn rain, the killers of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council attacked and silenced him with metal rods. This startled Fan Wujiu and caused him to disregard the Second Prince's entreaties to stay and float away. This was the second reason.
Ever since that small battle that had not been announced to the world, there were only six of the Second Prince's eight generals left. The Second Prince was a guest in Baoyue Brothel. He was confident that Fan Xian would not dare to do anything to him. In order to appear sincere, he did not bring a single person and sent the remaining six generals back.
Yang Gongcheng was one of them. On such a night when he raised his head and saw nothing but white snow and layers of clouds covered the silver moon, he was blocked by a group of black-clothed men and cut off his path of retreat.
The day had been bright and clear. The snow on the eaves of the alley turned into water and dripped down. The alley was cold and damp. As night fell, the water droplets decreased and gradually condensed into icicles. However, there was still a drop of water that gathered at the tip of the icicle, drooping and ready to drip.
Yang Gongcheng's pupils constricted slightly. With a flip of his hand, he pulled out the sword at his waist. The tip of his foot pushed off the ground and his entire body had already shot up.
The icicle broke in the middle with a 'chi' sound, turning into a sharp light that pierced towards the black-clothed man in front of him.
Yang Gongcheng then stepped on the shoulders of his two companions, pointing them towards the two black-clothed men who were attacking from both sides. His figure had already risen, and was about to reach the top of the alleyway.
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He knew that this was an ambush, an ambush that had been premeditated for a long time. The other party had figured out his daily route, which was why they had trapped him in the alley.
But he didn't want to die, so he would rather sacrifice his two companions, or rather, his disciples, and use them as sandbags to block the blades so that he would have time to escape.
It was escape, not resistance. At this time, Yang Gongcheng had long lost his drive. There were not many people who dared to ambush and kill people in the capital, and the only person who had a grudge against the Second Prince was that person.
That person had sent people to kill him, and they were not people he could fight against.
It had to be said, Yang Gongcheng was worthy of being one of the Second Prince's eight personal generals. His reaction speed and methods of dealing with the situation were the best of the best. When the black-clothed men below groaned and knocked his disciples to the ground, and at the same time split apart the icicles that carried his True Power, he had already swept into the air.
He only needed a moment to step onto the alleyway and escape into the night sky.
Unfortunately, the assassin did not give him this moment. A crossbow arrow flew over silently, piercing straight towards his chest.
Yang Gongcheng groaned. With a flick of his wrist, he chopped downwards. In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, he chopped down the crossbow arrow.
But, since the crossbow arrow had shot out, naturally, there was more than one.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Over ten crossbow arrows shot out at the same time. He was in midair, how could he block them? Although he relied on his high cultivation to forcefully block a few crossbow arrows aimed at his vitals, he still let a few crossbow arrows that slipped through the net sink deep into his thigh.
Yang Gongcheng's thigh was in pain and numb. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out. He fell from midair in despair.
He only had the time to jump out of the alleyway for a moment. In that moment, he saw seven crossbowmen standing on the eaves of the houses in the alleyway. They were in different positions, but they blocked the top of the alleyway.
There were assassins below and crossbowmen above. It was an inescapable net. How could he escape?
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While Yang Gongcheng was falling, he wanted to shout for help. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the black-clothed men in the alleyway had also taken out crossbow arrows …. An incoming crossbow arrow shot into his mouth. Blood splattered, forcing him to stop shouting!
At that moment, he thought in despair. Why did the opponent bring so many crossbows to deal with a small fry like him? The crossbow arrows were too concentrated. While he was in midair, his body had already been hit by dozens of crossbow arrows. He looked like a laughable hedgehog.
With a pa, Yang Gongcheng's body fell into the snowy water, shaking up a puddle of blood. But his cultivation was really high. Even after suffering such a heavy injury, he still did not stop breathing. He knelt on one knee and used his sword to support himself. Looking at the leader of the black-clothed men who was getting closer and closer to him, his eyes revealed a trace of the frenzied savagery of a dying beast.
Yes, he was an expert. But an expert who was ambushed by dozens of crossbows could not do anything, unless he was Ye Liuyun.
Fresh blood flowed down the densely packed crossbow shafts, flowing out his essence, qi, spirit, blood, and soul. Yang Gongcheng's throat gurgled, but he refused to collapse.
The leader of the black-clothed men walked in front of him. With a backhand, he pulled out the straight blade at his waist. The blade was as bright as snow, without a speck of dust.
The majority of the icicles on the eaves of the alley had already been chopped off, leaving only a few lonely icicles. The snowy water that had been accumulating for a long time finally converged into a large round bead of water. It dripped down, dripping into the bloody water in the alley with a light sound.
The leader of the black-clothed men pulled out his blade and silently chopped down. With one strike, Yang Gongcheng's head fell off cleanly.
Yang Gongcheng's headless body remained kneeling.
The black-clothed leader waved his hand. The crossbowmen standing on top of the houses flipped over and fell to the ground. The assassins in the alley silently moved forward and took away all the crossbow arrows. Then, they erased all traces in the alley.
The group of people took off their black clothes and disguised themselves as ordinary commoners. They left the alley and merged into the seemingly unchanging life of the capital.
The alleyway was quiet, as if no one had ever been there. However, there were three more corpses. Without the support of the crossbow bolts, the headless corpses finally fell and smashed into the alleyway with a dull thud.
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"In the past, I had never thought that something like crossbow arrows would be so terrifying." Fan Xian raised his wine cup and slowly drank. His eyes were full of confusion. "You all know that the Overwatch Council is also used to using crossbows. But, I still did not think that when something used to kill reaches a certain level, it would become so terrifying."
At the banquet in Baoyue Brothel, everyone listened quietly to Fan Xian's narration. This was the details of the attack in the valley. Everyone could hear the glimmer of melancholy and coldness in Fan Xian's words.
Fan Xian placed his wine cup on the table and smiled slightly. "A sky full of crossbow rain. I have never seen it in this life. Presumably, I also never saw it in my previous life. This was not an attack. It was more like on the battlefield. Only then did I realize that a single person's strength is indeed limited."
The Great Prince slowly nodded his head across from him. A complicated expression appeared on his face. Perhaps he was thinking of the years of fighting with the Hu tribes during the Western Expedition.
"The sound of the crossbow arrows hitting the carriage was like a soul-stealing drum." Fan Xian furrowed his brows. It was as if he was recalling the specific circumstances at the time. "That feeling of being surrounded and killed was not good."
The Crown Prince sighed and comforted him. "Fortunately, it is already over. An Zhi, you are able to survive. Those rebels and traitors will be punished one day. The court is currently investigating. Presumably, there will be a result in a few days."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Fan Xian raised his cup to everyone and smiled. "Yes, at least I survived. Presumably, many people will be disappointed. Even the city-guarding crossbows were used, yet they were still unable to kill me. What does this mean?"
No one replied to his words. The expressions of the two Deputies of the Bureau of Military Affairs were not good. Without question, the attack in the valley involved the military. Although the court's investigation had not yielded any results, this was already an ironclad fact. When Fan Xian spoke to this point, the military elders could not help but secretly speculate.
"I am a very confident person," Fan Xian indicated that he had already finished his cup. Fan Xian indicated that he had already finished his cup and smiled. "Including the Emperor and the Director, the elders have all asked me why you are so confident."
Everyone listened attentively, but a feeling of absurdity grew in their hearts. At this moment, all the important figures of the Qing Kingdom were present, as well as the Crown Prince and three princes. However, once Fan Xian opened his mouth, everyone's attention would be drawn to him. This was not only because he was the host of the banquet. It was also because everyone seemed to unconsciously admit that he was the person with the most power.
This was truly absurd. Perhaps in history, there had been powerful officials who overturned the court and were known as 9,000 years old eunuchs. However, there had never been such a young and intimidating illegitimate child of the royal family, and a dazzling one at that.
Everyone unconsciously glanced at the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince was smiling slightly as he listened to Fan Xian speak. There was not a trace of unease in his expression. On the contrary, it was filled with comfort and understanding.
The Great Prince coughed gently.
Fan Xian's left hand gently played with the large wine goblet. His gaze looked at the one-foot table in front of him as if he was looking at a beautiful scene. "Why am I so confident? Because I believe that I am the luckiest person in the world. No one's luck can be better than mine. "
A person who had clearly died had mysteriously come back to life and had lived such a colorful and even bizarre life. This kind of luck needed to be slowly celebrated in the years to come.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I said earlier that the Overwatch Council is also used to using crossbows. Those crossbows cannot kill me. My enemies will certainly not be as lucky as me."
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In the Overwatch Council not far from the Royal Palace, in the secret room that Director Chen liked to stay in, Yan Bingyun was wearing a pure white cotton robe. He stared at the files on the table in a daze. A moment later, he sighed and rubbed his temples. He felt that the soreness there was difficult to stop.
There was a knock on the door. An official of the Second Bureau's intelligence department flashed in and handed him three small bamboo tubes sealed with wax.
Yan Bingyun used his fingernail to pry open the wax seal. He took out the intelligence report inside and scanned it. He then brought it closer to a candle to the side and burned it. Under the strange gaze of the intelligence official, he said tiredly, "Tonight's matter will not be recorded."
The official of the intelligence department immediately lowered his head in acknowledgment and said, "Of the 43 targets, three have already been eliminated."
Yan Bingyun seemed to have a headache. Hearing these words, he shook his head in annoyance and waved his hand to indicate that he understood and had him leave.
The secret room returned to silence. Yan Bingyun looked at the remaining pieces of wax on the table and became lost in thought again. Tonight, Fan Xian was holding a banquet in Baoyue Brothel while the Overwatch Council was in a second-level state. In the darkness of Jingdou, who knew how many people were moving and how many would die? All of this was because of Fan Xian's madness.
Tonight's plan had been personally drawn up by Yan Bingyun. Although he had expressed his firm opposition to it in front of Fan Xian, he still had to continue doing what needed to be done. In this plan, he had to kill 11 people and capture 32. Of the 11 targets that had to be eliminated first, six of them were the Second Prince's eight generals.
This was a crazy act of revenge.
Three of the Second Prince's eight generals had already died. Given the Overwatch Council's frenzied counterattack, the power of a mere manor could not shake the overall situation. Presumably, they would soon receive news of the other people's deaths.
Yan Bingyun walked to the window and lifted a corner of the black cloth covering the window. Just like Chen Pingping had done in the past, he looked through the narrow space toward the Royal Palace not far away. The Royal Palace was still bright and exuded a holy and lofty aura through the black clothing.
He gazed at the Royal Palace, full of worry, and thought, The Emperor wants you to be a lonely official, not a heartless official. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please log on to WWW. QIDIAN. com. More chapters. Support the author. Support original reading!)
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