Although the sword grandmaster Lu Dantian was nominally the leader of the four thousand imperial guards and was one rank higher than the three third-rank deputy commanders, including He Taisheng, Lu Dantian was only an empty title and didn't really hold any posts. Therefore, the real military power was in the hands of Gu Sui, who He Taisheng was in charge of guarding the palace gate. As for the other deputy commander surnamed Qi, he had long been ostracized and only knew how to drink all day to drown his sorrows. At the beginning of the year, he rarely commanded troops. He Taisheng and Gu Sui were not the same. Gu Sui was the son of an aristocratic family with two surviving elders in the imperial court, so he was able to make friends with both sides in the officialdom. On the other hand, He Taisheng came from an ordinary landowning family. He relied on the outstanding military achievements he had accumulated in the past two years and secretly relied on the influential officials to climb to this position. The harder it was to come by, the more precious it was. At this time, He Taisheng's feelings were particularly complicated. He felt guilty towards the young female emperor, but there was also a trace of darkness in the depths of his heart that no one knew. After being a citizen of Liyang for more than 20 years, He Taisheng actually didn't have the obsession of the older generation towards the West Chu. Whether the country's surname was Jiang or Zhao was not important to the young and ambitious He Taisheng. At that time, he felt that he had the potential to become one of the founding fathers of the country, so he bravely killed the enemy and shone brilliantly in the battle to wipe out Yan Zhenchun's cavalry. When he returned to the capital to report on his work, he was quickly pulled over by Song Maolin from the Song family. After joining the Song family, this big ship that sailed through the wind and waves, He Taisheng's meteoric rise was so great that even the Song family didn't think of it. They thought that he was a rare commodity worth hoarding. In fact, Zhao Gou, who was hidden in this city, had already promised to give him the position of Protector General. It should be known that in the entire Liyang Dynasty, there were as many surplus generals as there were hairs on a cow, but there weren't many generals with real power. Four campaigns, four equalizations, and eight people could be called "great generals." Next were four towns and four equalizations. Then, it was Song Li's turn to get the General Heng Jiang that was within He Taisheng's reach last year, as well as the Protector General that was within He Taisheng's reach. Generally speaking, under the sixteen generals, the Protector General Heng Jiang, who held real power, was actually not inferior to a general of a province.
He Taisheng carefully glanced at the woman from the corner of his eye.
The Emperor of Da Chu.
A beauty with a rouge evaluation.
Furthermore, she was a female Sword Immortal.
The second-in-command of the Imperial Guards felt as if there was a furnace burning in his heart.
Why is it that you, Song Maolin, a weak scholar, a good-for-nothing who doesn't even have the strength to truss a chicken, can openly express your love? Why do I, He Taisheng, have to bow and scrape before you? Why do I have to deliberately lower my wine cup to you every time I raise my wine cup to make a toast at a banquet?
After hearing He Taisheng's urgent "military situation", Song Wenfeng still looked confident and stood near a pillar. The old man smiled and said, "Your Majesty, do you think that everything will be fine now that that person has suddenly appeared in the capital?"
The old man didn't get an answer and continued, "His appearance is somewhat unexpected. Logically speaking, if he wanted to stand outside the capital, he should have waited for the ten thousand Beiliang barbarians to break through Wu Zhongxuan's army and our Da Chu's several lines of defense. However, I can only say that this young vassal king's courage is commendable. Unfortunately, his luck is really bad. After I learned from the palace that Cao Changqing had indeed left the capital to travel north, the three great clans led by the Song family began to make arrangements. Originally, it was to deal with the worst-case scenario if Cao Changqing heard the news and rushed over. It wasn't to deal with that young man surnamed Xu. Your Majesty has just arrived and is still too young. There are many secrets that you don't know. Of course, Your Majesty has never been interested in court politics … "
Speaking of this, Song Wenfeng's tone revealed a hint of ridicule for the first time. "After all, it is a woman who is in charge of the country's affairs. How can her thoughts truly be placed on the rise and fall?"
The pale Song Maolin was just about to speak when his father, Song Qingshan, grabbed his sleeve and glared angrily at him.
Song Maolin wanted to say something but hesitated. However, under his father's warning gaze, this famous character finally lowered his head and clenched his fists with a pained expression.
As the current clan lord of the Song clan, Song Wenfeng reached out to stroke the vermilion pillar. "People's hearts are fickle. Back when Da Chu was destroyed and Zhao Yi took over the city, he quickly revealed the details of the great formation. However, after we drove away that vassal king of Liyang, someone else ran over to tell us the inside story of the great formation. They said that Zhao Yi had only destroyed half of the formation back then. Your Majesty, take a look. One thing was sold in two parts, and both parts were sold at sky-high prices. Isn't that amazing? This old subject used to be a pedantic scholar who only read books and wasn't much better off than Tang Jiahe who had fled to the depths of the mountains and forests. However, after watching from the sidelines for twenty years, I finally understood that in the bustling world of fame and fortune, who isn't a merchant? Ordinary merchants seek profit, while we scholars seek fame. Even after death, we want to leave our names in the annals of history. In the end, it's all the same. "
The old man seemed to have sensed a cold intent and subconsciously tugged at his collar and cuffs. "Your Majesty, this old subject asks you to raise your head and look around. Who in Da Chu's imperial court isn't waiting for a good price? Who isn't looking for a way out? There are quite a few people who are truly loyal to Your Majesty, but unfortunately, they're no longer in the capital on the battlefield. They won't be able to escape death. Even if they're lucky enough to survive the battlefield, we won't let them live. I believe the Zhao clan of Liyang will be happy to see this happen. Whether it's scholars killing scholars or scholars killing martial artists, they've never killed without spilling blood. The key is to kill them so that they won't be able to make a comeback in the annals of history. "
At some point, the Empress of Da Chu was still sitting cross-legged. However, she was now facing the jianghu with her back to the crowd. She had also put away the stacks of copper coins she had placed carefully before.
"Are you trying to scare me?" She asked in a childish tone, "Are you trying to scare me?"
Song Wenfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This felt like a Grass Saint had painstakingly written a flamboyant masterpiece. Next to the table stood an illiterate boor who asked how it was written. The boor replied that he didn't understand a single word.
She continued, "Although I don't really understand what you're saying, I'm not scared."
She actually had something she didn't say.
I was bullied since I was young.
Song Wenfeng, who felt like she was playing the lute to a cow, suddenly felt a violent anger. She suddenly raised her hand and was about to slap this young woman.
At that moment, the old man had never been so heroic.
But suddenly, the ground shook violently. The old man almost crashed into a pillar.
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At the gate of the Imperial City, two aggressive dragons pounced forward.
Hsu Fengnian didn't pull out a blade. Instead, he raised both hands and spread his fingers. He actually grabbed the two large dragons' ferocious heads in a death grip.
There was an explosion of light between his fingers.
The two gusts of Astral Wind were majestic and fierce. They blew Hsu Fengnian's hair backwards.
Hsu Fengnian pressed down with both hands.
The black and white dragons were like coarse old oxen that had their heads forced down to drink water. Without any strength to struggle, they crashed into the water.
Two enormous holes appeared on the left and right sides of Hsu Fengnian. The holes were as deep as the dragons were long.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the expressionless short old man. "I didn't come to kill people, but don't push your luck."
The old man twenty zhang away smiled coldly. He crossed his hands and drew a large circle in front of him.
His Qi rotated and rippled.
In the end, it formed a wide and thick mirror. It was like lifting a basin of water and then removing the basin, but the basin of water was suspended in the air.
The old man stared at the young king who seemed to be the leader of Jianghu and said with a fake smile, "This Old Man is just a ghost in a withered grave. But he still has a knot in his heart. He hasn't had a chance to compete with Cat Han Shengxuan, so he still doesn't know who is the real number one in the Finger Profound Realm."
In the mirror, the tall buildings were vivid and lifelike. They were like pavilions in the sky, like a mirage, like a fairyland.
If one looked carefully, they would see that it was the scene of the entire capital of West Chu. It was exactly the same.
The old man stretched out a finger and tapped it gently.
He tapped it again and again.
A total of five times.
In the sky above the capital of West Chu, it was like a thunder from the Ninth Heaven. It broke through the clouds and hit the young king's head.
When the immortal was angry, five thunders would strike.
The first thunder that attracted the heavens and earth exploded three feet above Hsu Fengnian's head.
The turbulent Qi scattered around Hsu Fengnian and flowed to the ground, instantly shaving off three inches of the ground.
The old man's eyes showed a touch of surprise.
But the old man was soon stunned.
The second thunder did not hit the young king's head, but ten feet above. The third one was even higher. As for the last one, it was really all bark and no bite.
The unknown old man in front of him clearly used the remaining Qi of West Chu as a shortcut to the Celestial Realm.
What was left of the family was hers.
And that silly girl would be depressed or happy for a long time even if she lost one or two copper coins.
So Hsu Fengnian began to move forward without saying a word.
The next moment, Hsu Fengnian stood behind the short old man. "You think you can compete with Han Shengxuan for the number one in the Finger Profound Realm?"
It turned out that the old man's head was no longer in the hands of the young king.
The old man surnamed Da Chu, who had retired for many years, suddenly opened his eyes, and his aura soared.
Hsu Fengnian casually threw the head to the ground in front of the sixteen hundred iron armors.
The head rolled and blood flowed.
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