Devil’s Advent

(Here, I hesitated for a moment. I didn’t want to cut the angle of view at this time, but I felt that I should cut the angle of view. Perhaps this is the difference between the update of web articles and the presentation of TV dramas; anyway, I wrote this book very capriciously——Xiaolong according to.)

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A Ming once asked, is there something missing?

There is indeed something missing, his name is Xue San.

Small, short, long.

Siniang replied, "No."

It's not that Si Niang didn't realize that Xue San wasn't here, but that it was normal that Xue San wasn't here.

Either, he was already dead, he was shot into a hornet's nest by random arrows when he broke out from the siege, or he went where he was supposed to go and did what he was supposed to do.

As an assassin, of course he should be hidden.

The last time I launched a desperate charge against Chen Daxia in the Yincheng post station, it was helpless, but now:

In a city, people in the city are in panic; people outside the city are shaking their swords.

It's a complex and chaotic night, and the assassin's, favorite background color.

Xue San,

He is in the city.

At first, he wanted to go to the city gate, and he wanted to wait for the opportunity to kill the dry general, because he gave people a completely different feeling.

The reason why the city was able to survive, with a group of soldiers who had been in a panic for a long time, was all maintained by the general alone.

But there were too many people around that general, and that general was very keen and never showed his flaws. Xue San observed for a while, but still didn't choose to make a move.

Because there is a certain probability that he will miss, if he is captured alive, and then hanged on the city gate, Xue San is not interested in letting the master, like Li Yunlong, have a wild drama with him in Ping'an County. There were no Italian guns either.

As an assassin, he has enough patience.

This guy was so patient that he could still leave the city wall and go for a walk in the city.

Just walk around and have a look.

The moonlight hit Xue San's body, drawing a three-legged reflection behind him.

In fact, Xue San is not panicking, he likes this feeling very much, you are all fighting, and I am hanging out here, the beauty of this is indescribable.

Xue San went to the magistrate's yamen first, but the magistrate's yamen was already empty.

This was expected. After all, the last time the owner and the zombie killed people here, they killed a group of officials.

The Yan people came again outside the city, and it is naturally impossible for these officials to hide here again.

In addition, due to the severance of commercial routes and the destruction of the city, many "residents" have actually left. Therefore, this border military city finally has a little bit of desertedness that should belong to it.

Xue San wanted to find that pillar,

found it,

But traces of fresh paint were found.

Xue San found a pen and ink in the room,

Re-write on the post:

"Zheng Fan, the defender of Cuiliu Castle in Yinlang County of Dayan, and his general Xue San are here for a visit."

Xue San felt that this line of words was a bit sandy,

But he does not reject this feeling of sand sculpture.

Regardless of whether they can break into the city tonight, the words have already been left by me.

Just like many people who travel in later generations, it is difficult for you to tell whether they want to travel and relax or just take a photo and send it to Moments.

Xue San smashed it, smashed it,

dropped pen and ink,

step forward,

figure,

slowly disappear.

………

"My lord, are you cold?"

Wen Le was shivering from the cold, but she still took off a brocade robe she was wearing to cover King Fu.

"Take it away, your clothes are so small, keep them for yourself."

Fu Wang kicked Bun Le while sucking his nose.

The two of them are now hiding in a stable.

Once upon a time, Mianzhou City was a transit point on the Silk Road. Goods from the East and the West were exchanged through Qianguo, Yanguo and the desert, and Mianzhoucheng was once prosperous because of this.

It's just that the Yan people entered here first, and then the fierce friction on the border between the two sides continued to escalate, and the trade route was naturally cut off.

Although the big businessman probably has other channels and skills to transfer the goods out even at this time, he must have taken a hidden path, and it is impossible to cross the city and stay in a grandiose manner.

Therefore, the warehouses in this city have long been empty, and the stables that were originally used to feed mules and horses are also empty.

It's just that the smell here is still very unpleasant. The old horse manure is probably fused with the wall and floor tiles, regardless of you and me.

Fu Wang was lying in the straw pile at this time, and Bun Le leaned against him.

The two guards who were originally left by the prince were sent by the prince to check the situation at the city gate.

"My lord, do you think Meng Gong can hold the city?"

"Meng Gong has great talent, so it should be possible."

As for his own safety, Fu Wang was not very sure.

He can be sure that Meng Gong is a talented person. In fact, although most of the confidantes who followed the assassin-faced husband back then were suppressed and dispersed, the small group of people who remained have worked hard in recent years. In counterinsurgency and other military conflicts across the country, it has performed very well.

That stabbing-faced gentleman is like a signboard, God knows how he recruited so many heroes to work under his account at that time.

Fu Wang also has eyeliner in the court, which is not unusual, in fact, every family has them.

Therefore, he knew that as the Yan people became more and more aggressive, Mr. Han in the court was not living so comfortably these days.

The man with the stabbed face fell under the hands of Mr. Han. This was once the achievement that Mr. Han was most proud of.

Before that martial artist had completely become a power minister or a great warlord, he had wiped out the hidden dangers that might disrupt the country's government.

original,

At the beginning, the wind direction of the court was,

After the Southwest Rebellion settles down, let that stabbing-faced gentleman go to the three towns in the north.

The Northern Expedition probably didn't dare, really didn't dare.

As a victor, the Yan people may not have deep feelings, but the Gan people have never forgotten the tragic ending after Emperor Taizong led an army of 500,000 troops to the Northern Expedition.

It really seemed like the sky had fallen, and its shadow has shrouded even more so far. You must know that time, it was launched while the main force of the Yan people was in a decisive battle with the barbarian royal court in the desert, but they were still defeated by the Yan people. return.

Now, the threat of the desert king's court to the Yan people has become smaller and smaller. Jin's internal strife has led to the further weakening of Jin's national power, and at the same time, it has become a little silent to the outside world.

Back then when they were busy fighting, you went up to sneak attack but were kicked and rolled back, now they are sitting there waiting for you, how dare you take the initiative to tease?

The West Garden outside the city of Yanjing is the best proof of Qian State’s attitude towards Yan State. Although the court propaganda is that the Yan barbarian loves the Dagan culture and begged us to build one for him, but what is actually going on? People in the upper class actually know it in their hearts.

Originally, Daqian wanted to wait for the country of Yan to gradually weaken. There were many problems in the country of Yan.

But the most terrible thing is that Qianguo itself has a lot of problems. It has been mentioned for many years, and reforms have been carried out twice, but none of them have any effect.

Brothers, it's good to slowly compare to each other, isn't it?

Hand in hand, let's die together, you can't touch me, and I can't touch you.

Who knew that this generation of Emperor Yan would actually stand with the Second Marquis of the North and the South. After the horse stepped into the door, the Yan people lost all their shackles, and it was obvious that they were going to do a big job.

Thinking of this, King Fu licked his dry lips.

At this time, the princes in the court and the official seemed to have just remembered that if the stabbing-faced gentleman hadn't ended up in such a sad way, if it was not Yang Laogou but the stabbing-faced gentleman who was sitting in the position of the governor on the three sides ...

Alas, counting his age, Han Xianggong, who was about the same age as the assassin-faced Xianggong, is still young and strong.

At this time, a guard outside ran over:

"My lord!"

"How is the war going?" King Fu asked immediately.

The guard swallowed, and immediately said:

"My lord, the Yan people entered the city first, but the native soldiers drove the Yan people out of the city."

"good!"

King Fu let out a sigh of relief.

Wen Le also felt relieved, and immediately got up, and together with the guard, "pulled" the prince out of the straw pile.

"This king wants to reward Mrs. Daxi, ouch, my legs are numb, my legs are numb..."

The prince leaned on the railing of the stable and sat down, and the railing made a grievous sound of "squeak". The object that was used to tie the horse before could not bear the weight of King Fu.

"Ouch, sit down for a while, sit down for a while, my head is a little dizzy."

Under the great joy and sorrow, I have a little high blood pressure.

"From this point of view, the Yan people are nothing more than that, at least, they are not as scary as we thought before." Wen Le said.

King Fu smiled and said:

"The Yan people's most powerful Suppressing North Army has not moved yet."

"But my lord, our Western Army hasn't come yet."

The Zhenbei Army is the pride of the Yan people, while the Western Army is the sustenance of the Gan people.

"Yes." King Fu nodded.

As a person of Qianguo, I naturally hope that my country will be good. After all, King Fu has no intention of rebelling. Under this premise, it is natural that Qianguo can last tens of thousands of years.

"My subordinates would like to congratulate the prince. As soon as the prince arrived in Mianzhou City, he personally commanded and repelled the Yan people!"

Wen Le immediately congratulated King Fu.

"Hey hey."

King Fu laughed out loud, but still shook his head and said:

"It's fine to just mention it lightly. It's enough for this king to gain some reputation. It's enough to let those civil servants know that our surname Zhao is still a bit bloody."

This reputation is naturally needed, but it can't be too much. After all, it is impossible for King Fu to lead the army as a vassal king. It is too sensitive, and he wants to die!

I squeezed my feet for a while, chatted casually and relaxedly for a while,

At this time,

Another guard ran over panting, with hesitation in his expression.

The quality of the guards of the royal palace is naturally not comparable to that of the Ouchi guards in the palace. As a rule, King Fu should be able to allocate two thousand private troops, but this is just a rule. King Fu took the initiative to "corrupt" the money very early on. Money, dismissed most of the palace guards and began to eat empty pay.

"But what happened again?"

King Fu asked immediately.

"My lord, the native soldiers chased out of the city and were defeated by the Yan people!"

"ah!"

Fu Wang was so frightened that he wanted to jump up, but he failed, and his body pressed down even more heavily.

"Crack!"

The wooden fence split directly, and the prince fell to the ground.

"My lord, my lord!"

Wen Le hurriedly helped King Fu up with another guard.

"How is the city gate now?" King Fu still remembered things in his mind.

"The city gate is still in our hands. General Meng led his army out of the city to stop the enemy. The Yan people did not dare to enter the city. Now the city gate has been closed."

"Hoo...hoo..."

Fu Wang reached out and stroked his chest.

Today, it was so exciting that his blood pressure couldn't stand it.

Fu Wang didn't know what high blood pressure was, but the doctor still told Fu Wang not to be too happy or angry.

But this is something that can't be helped. How many people in this world can calmly face things that affect their own life and death?

"Mrs. Da Xi misunderstood me."

King Fu sighed.

Originally, this was considered a real victory, and I could share some credit for it, and it could also boost the morale of the three sides of Qianguo.

Who knew it would end up in this embarrassing situation again.

Is this a victory or a defeat?

"My lord, as long as the Yan people fail to enter the city, we will win." Wen Le reminded.

King Fu closed his eyes, nodded, and at the same time waved his finger to the guard who came back first,

road:

"Go to the gate of the city to keep an eye on the situation and report anytime."

"Subordinates obey!"

The guard hurried out of the stable.

Wen Le looked at the prince worriedly, and said:

"My lord?"

"stand up."

Fu Wang stood up and walked towards the straw pile.

The danger has not been lifted, and this king still needs to hide.

Wen Le and another guard naturally came over to help. At this moment, the body of the guard twisted unnaturally, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

King Fu, who had already sat in the straw pile, trembled again after seeing this scene, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't say anything.

Wen Le took a few steps back subconsciously, pressed down with one hand, and pulled out a soft sword from his belt, and a red light flashed on his body.

How does this look like a weak scholar!

However, a black dagger appeared behind him and wiped his neck.

"puff!"

Bun Le's eyes were wide open, he never expected the enemy to hide behind him.

"Plop!"

Bunle fell to the ground.

This scholar who has been timid and always afraid of getting into trouble and only likes to talk about things while hiding beside the vassal king, when he just revealed his true identity and is about to reveal his martial arts skills,

It hasn't really been deployed yet.

I haven't had time to explain to King Fu,

Still haven't dealt with King Fu's puzzlement and shock,

Haven't thrown out his Silver Armor Token yet,

Haven't told Fu Wang about his helplessness, haven't let Fu Wang face himself in fear, and haven't lamented the changes of the world and the change of fate together;

In short, there are still many, many plots that have not been finished.

just die.

Xue San's figure came out from behind Wen Le's body, "Hey, that man was poisoned by me on the way back, I didn't stab him with a knife."

King Fu looked shocked,

From the guard who fell to the ground at the beginning, it was transferred to Wen Le, and finally, it landed on Xue San.

Xue San played with the dagger in his hand,

Looking at the prince sitting in the straw pile with a smile,

road:

"My lord? What kind of lord are you?"

"My lord... my lord... my lord..."

"Is it Emperor Qian's younger brother?"

"No...not..."

"That's brother?"

Fu Wang showed a distressed smile on his face, and said:

"It's far away..."

"Oh, the descendants of the old feudal lord?"

"Well, yes... yes..."

"Tsk...that's worthless."

Xue San scratched his back with the dagger.

"No...no...not worth...not...worthy...worthy..."

Fu Wang was so frightened that he was a little demented, and he couldn't reply clearly.

"Tsk tsk, after all, he is also a prince? It won't be so bad."

"Well... yes... yes..."

"okay."

Xue San walked to the haystack opposite King Fu, imitating King Fu, and sat in.

"Bang!"

Xue San stuck two daggers in front of him,

Looking at King Fu whose face was already pale with fright, he smiled,

road:

"How about I make a deal with you?"

"You are... where are you from?"

"I'm with the outsiders."

"Yan people... Yan people?"

"Well, I'm from Yan."

There was a look of despair in Fu Wang's eyes.

"Come on, let's talk about our deal, how about we sit and chat like this?"

"chat?"

"Well, you're too fat, I can't move you, how about this, let's sit like this, chat and brag.

If our people outside fail to enter the city, I will cut off your head and take it away;

If our people from outside break in, I will capture you alive. "

"Ben...the King..."

"Did you know that my lord is also very good at acting, since he woke up in this world, he has been acting, and then the level of the people who played against him began to get higher and higher.

In the first two months, I even went to Yanjing to play with a few film stars, which benefited a lot.

Therefore, after the Lord came back, he shared his experience with us. He said that acting requires a sense of substitution, which can be divided into seven parts false and three parts true.

This way of acting is more realistic and convincing, and it is harder for people to see flaws.

Do you know what this means? "

"No... I don't know... This king... I don't know..."

Xue San shook his head,

road:

"Don't pretend, you can't fool me, you know martial arts, let's talk well and don't stutter on purpose, it's hard to hear. I'm from Yan, you're the prince of Qian, you have to show something in front of me Come on airs and style?"

Fu Wang's despairing, flustered, and fearful eyes suddenly calmed down at this moment,

As if changed into a different person,

His fat hands patted his sides, and a wave of air hit him, blowing away the grass clippings around him.

King Fu leaned back slightly,

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

Looking at Xue San,

road:

"Okay, this king will chat with you."

Xue San suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face, pointing at King Fu and saying:

"My God, I just took a look at this Silver Armored Guard spy and tried to scam you. You really know martial arts?"

"..." Fu Wang.