Realm of Power

It is almost midnight, and Fugang City, a city in southern China, is still crowded with people. Under the starry sky, the excitement is gradually reaching its peak. The Spring and Autumn Festival is the most important festival in China and the annual Spring Festival. It is the first tenth day of April. Young men and women are standing on the bluestone on the shore, either personally launching the lantern boat into the river, praying silently, or clapping their hands happily. The young face and gorgeous clothes are illuminated by the light, and the reflection of the sparkling water in the distance is whirling. It is difficult to distinguish whether it is a lamp in the world or a star in the night sky. The Min River that runs through Fucheng winds around the city center. Passing through the area, the water is rippling, the blue waves are like mirrors, and the two sides of the river are extremely bright, filled with people watching the lively lights. The lights in the streets and alleys of the Jiangnan water town complement the stars in the night sky. Countless small light boats float slowly downstream along the river, just like the Milky Way falling into the long waves. No one pays attention to the lively light and shadow. He saw a carriage slowly passing through the crowd, and no one noticed the slightly sad eyes projected from the carriage.

"Your Highness the Princess, the April Spring Festival in Fucheng Port has always been a scene of thousands of people returning to the sea. It is also known as one of the four great sceneries in the south. Especially this time I heard that Your Highness the Princess is in Fugang. I don't know how many talented people there are. They all came in droves. Your Highness should really go take a look. There might be some. Maybe she will be particularly appreciated!" A middle-aged lady with beaded flowers sitting on the opposite side of the carriage twisted her butt and looked at Princess Mingyue who looked out the window with a cold look on her face. In my heart, I don’t know what the purpose of this leading princess is when she goes south to Fugang.

"Mrs. Yu, how far is Langlan Lane?"

Princess Mingyue gently lowered the curtain of the carriage with her slender fingers, and withdrew her gaze from the outside, as if she had not heard what the middle-aged lady just said at all. It was just the faint coldness in her eyes that made the middle-aged lady The woman couldn't help but feel angry in her heart. If she survived the disaster, she should stay in Linhang Xinjing to recuperate. Why did she suddenly come to Fugang this time! Is it true, as my uncle said, that the princess came to Fukang to investigate or something?

"Langlan Lane is right in front. Turn around the water bridge in front and walk a hundred meters forward."

The middle-aged beautiful woman answered respectfully that she was the official wife of Lu Ande, the governor of Fugang, and Mrs. Haoming of the third rank, but she was nothing in front of Princess Mingyue. She was the biological sister of His Majesty the Emperor. It was said that she was from the grassland in the Imperial Capital. In a massacre like the catastrophe, no one dared to touch Princess Mingyue at all, because she was not only a princess of Central Asia, but also the niece of the former Khan of the grasslands, with the most noble bloodline flowing in her body.

The excitement of the April Spring Festival is as intoxicating as the spring breeze

Outside the carriage were countless lively firelights, and there were crowds of people on the road ahead near Langlan Lane. It was as if the carriage was stuck in a quagmire and it was difficult to move forward. A team with a dragon dancing was coming from that direction beating gongs and drums. The driver had no choice but to park the carriage next to it. The noisy sound jumped through the crowd of dragon dancers, and faint singing came from a brothel nearby, which was merged into the sounds of the street. After a while, someone also held a piece of rice paper and walked from the other side of the street. He quickly ran over and said: "Fucheng Poetry Club, Dongyue Master's new poems are chanting..." Then he posted the paper on the list in front of a shop, and there was a rush of people around.

Such a scene is extremely distressing in the eyes of Princess Mingyue. The northern grassland people have pressed against the Dahe defense line and can launch an attack on the Dahe defense line at any time. The more than 100,000 newly recruited troops are not fully equipped with weapons and armor. The military officials in charge of the battle They have been blocked outside the Military Pavilion in Xinjing, Linhang for ten days.

The Zhongbia court who moved to Linhang Xinjing completely ignored such a dangerous situation. In order to prevent the Yelu family from going south to attack, they did not hesitate to abandon Yanzhou, the largest barrier in the Zhongbia region, and even attacked the Long family in the southwest. When the army was fighting to the death with the Yelu family, they actually planned to send three investigators into the southwest. Even if half of the southwest was given to the Song people in the south, the Long family's power in the southwest would still be uprooted.

If it were Princess Mingyue who was raised in the deep palace before, she would naturally not care about this.

But after experiencing the catastrophe of the Imperial Capital in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, witnessing the vast struggle for hegemony in the North, the invincible Thunder God of the Falcon Empire army, and the people of the Northland prairie fighting to the death like a cold blade facing the wind, look at these fools and dogs in front of us. , the people who are still intoxicated by the spring flowers and autumn moon,

Fucheng is an important coastal town in the south. There are almost no armored soldiers on the streets. What if the grassland army bypasses the land route and comes down by sea? A group of people is still so careless when life and death is at stake. What else can I do besides being disheartened?

I couldn't stand the competition between you and me in the court, so I just asked for some peace and quiet. But when I came here, it was even more confusing to see these things. After all, times are good at forgetting. Two years ago, on the day of the Spring Festival, a man named The young man from Qin Li entered the capital in white clothes and crowned the capital for two years. In the end, all the war smoke turned into nothingness. How many people remember that there was once a man named Qin Li who dared to risk his life for this country? Since no one remembers it, it is up to him to offer a cup of turbid wine to comfort the heroic spirit, which can be regarded as a victory. A little apology from the royal family,

The carriage entered Langlan Lane, and the accompanying guards quickly cleared a safe area. Various commemorative objects were also moved from the carriage behind. Princess Mingyue stepped out of the carriage with the support of her maid Xia Yuer. The middle-aged noble The woman followed closely behind and used the light to see clearly the furnishings in front of her. The middle-aged lady rolled her eyes behind her.

Damn it, why did Princess Bia Mingyue come to this place to pay homage on the day of the Spring Festival?

I don’t know who else here is worthy of paying tribute to His Majesty Mingyue? It is said that this princess experienced the rebellion in the Imperial Capital and was kidnapped by the prairie people and taken to the north. Hundreds of thousands of people died on the road, but nothing happened to this princess. Then the prairie people were killed by some kind of Falcon Empire. Blood flowed like a river, but the princess still didn't even get a scratch on her skin. She was escorted back all the way by the Falcon Empire's army. Every time she went there, For more than half a year, the princess waded through countless dead people. It is estimated that even those evil ghosts did not dare to approach her. The name of Mingyue was becoming more and more worthy of its name. Even the emperor believed that Princess Mingyue was in such a catastrophic disaster. He can also come back unscathed. This is a sign that heaven will prosper Zhongbia. The phoenix will be reborn, the fire will be reborn, and Zhongbia will prosper!

Princess Mingyue took the eulogy from the maid's hand with a serious expression, and after silently reciting the eulogy with her lips slightly moved, she threw it into the burning brazier in front of her. Looking at the light blue flame, she swallowed the eulogy in one go, and the firelight reflected it. On the pretty face of Princess Mingyue,

"Qin Li, my majestic princess personally pays homage to you, which is worthy of you."

Princess Mingyue spoke to herself with her red lips, her eyes flashing with a look of recollection. It is said that the man from the south was born in Langlan Lane, Fugang. On that day, when the imperial capital was catastrophic, and in the diversion of troubled times, this man walked upstream alone, Breaking through three blocking lines, he opened the door of the military hall with thirty-three majestic fanged flying tigers carved behind the corpses on the ground. His hair was disheveled. , the clothes were torn, covered in blood, with six wolf-barbed arrows stuck in his body. With every step, blood flowed on the ground, dragging hundreds of meters of blood stains behind him. I don’t know where he got the strength from, and lit it with fire. A large amount of confidential information stored by the military department and defense maps of important areas of the entire empire were eventually turned into ashes together with the attic representing the Central Asian military logo.

At that time, I looked at the flames that dyed half the sky red from a distance and secretly swore that as long as there was a chance to come back from the north alive in this life, I would go to Fugang Langlan Lane to comfort this person's heroic spirit. When I closed my eyes, Princess Mingyue seemed to be able to I saw small boats on the river approaching from time to time Approaching and sailing away, the lights are shining off the shore. On the bow of the huge boat, Qin Li, dressed in white, raised his head and looked at the sky. The sound of music spread from the river. The soul-stricken warrior should not be wandering in the already vast and deserted Imperial Capital. , we should return to this picturesque hometown!

"Rumble" a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and the lantern festival outside the alley seemed to be in chaos.

"What's going on? Is it going to rain?" Mingyue opened her eyes, and saw a red light rising into the sky in the distance. That was not the scene that a spring festival lantern festival should have. Instead, it reminded Princess Mingyue of the fire that shot into the sky during the catastrophe in the Imperial Capital. This is Southern Fugang, we shouldn't see this kind of thing.

"Your Highness, it's not good. Some Aden businessmen have opened the port gate. Now at least thousands of Aden people have rushed in from the port!" An attendant stumbled in from the alley.

"People from Aden!" Princess Mingyue was stunned. Of course she had seen businessmen from Aden. In her impression, people from Aden didn't always bow their heads politely and praise themselves in awkward Central Bian dialect when meeting people from Central Bia. The goods are such great value for money. The jewelry craftsmanship of the Aden people is very unique, but the materials used are a bit inferior. No. Gold is a bright red and blue gemstone. It belongs to the kind that everyone in the world would like to wear all their wealth on their heads to show off. I used to pick a few of them, but since I returned to the north, these upstart-like things have been sold all over the world. Don't even touch it. When did the Adenites dare to use their troops to attack the cities of Central Asia?

At the port of Fucheng, dozens of Aden warships lined up horizontally, the star-and-moon flags flapping in the sea breeze. Countless Aden soldiers wearing leather armor poured down from the warships, charging towards the city with various shouts. In the streets and alleys, at this moment, they are not an army, they are robbers , plumes of smoke shot up into the sky soon in the city, and there were Central Asians running around everywhere. Commander Lekadura, the commander of the Seventh Naval Fleet of the Kingdom of Aden, was looking at the brightly lit city in front of him with gleaming eyes. According to reports from insider traders, today is the Spring Festival for Central and African people.

On this day, all the Central Asians in the city will come out to celebrate. Apart from leaving a hundred troops at the port, there will be no other defensive forces. It is simply a gift from God. Lecadura was so excited that he wanted to howl. It is almost impossible to raid a city with a population of 200,000 with his own 5,000 combat troops. But today is different. The port guard had been drugged by insider merchants and disposed of before the fleet arrived. The port official who cursed at him had his hands and feet cut off and was hung by a rope to the corner of the battleship, like a swing. The same thing echoed back and forth. Do these stupid Central Asians think that they are really just teasing the mountain people by running back and forth on the southern coast? Why would I have been blowing the wind on the sea for half a month if I wasn't waiting for this spring festival?

Now, the whole city belongs to me. Fugang, this famous trading port in southern China, has accumulated wealth that is comparable to those on the barren southern coast. If it were before, I might not have had such wealth. Courage, after all, Zhongbia is also a large empire that dominates one side, but now it is a different story. Half of the land was lost to the northern grassland people. Not only the strength was greatly damaged, the country was even more turbulent. The southwest and the south did not listen to the central government. command,

Even if such a country robs it, what can it do to itself? On the contrary, if I succeed this time, it will open up a new situation in the Eastern Continent for the entire Kingdom of Aden.

The black soil people in the south of Obaro in the west have almost robbed, and there is not much value left in the army that can be used. The war between the kingdom and the Eero Empire caused the kingdom to lose at least 1 million to 1.5 million in half a year. Slaves, two large oases were destroyed, and countless money and property were wasted in the black hole of war. What the kingdom needs most now is a new slave plundering land, and there is nothing more suitable than the Central Asian Empire with its dense population and declining national power. of?

Fucheng, the city was set on fire. Thousands of heavily armed Aden soldiers rushed into the city, burned, killed and looted. The glitzy lights that represented the prosperous times turned into a slaughterhouse, and the streets were full of people. The torches flickered with swaying light, and thick blood and an indescribable stench assaulted my nostrils. Broken human bodies and limbs were flowing in the river, and when they encountered the tilted ship, the guards with blood-stained faces were moaning and screaming in pain. There were constant screams of death, pungent blood, broken human bodies, severed hands and feet, blood sprayed all over the floor, and the organs that slipped out of the human body were full of blood.

Langlan Lane was less than 500 meters away from the port, and he was involved in it almost instantly. Fortunately, Langlan Lane was a dark alley with a single entrance, and it did not attract the attention of the people of Aden. Dozens of Princess Mingyue's guards desperately blocked it. At the entrance, after continuously cutting down more than a dozen Aden soldiers, a small team of Aden soldiers were finally attracted. The sound of fierce fighting was like a big stone pressing on the hearts of people in the alley. The injured were constantly being carried in. The guards who climbed up the wall fell from a high place like a kite with a broken string. The middle-aged lady's face curled up in defeat. In Yituan, the dignified wife of the guarding envoy has never seen such a scene. This is not Fugang, it is simply hell.

On the contrary, Princess Mingyue looked calm. She wore a light yellow thick fox velvet cloak in the cold land, and the back of the white curtain hung straight to her waist. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and in her soft white hands, she held A blood-stained Sino-Bian sword. There is blood on the sword. It has killed people. Few people know that this seemingly weak and beautiful His Highness Mingyue has practiced martial arts since returning from the north. He hunted falcons in the north. On the land of the empire, when she saw the queen of the prairie riding a white maned horse and leaping up the hill, wearing a red cavalry cloak, with a beautiful face, and her eyes gleaming, Mingyue knew what she should do. He has experienced death, destruction, pain, and war. Why can't such a charming woman become the commander of tens of thousands of powerful armies?

"Inside is Her Royal Highness Princess Mingyue of Zhongbia. I am the merchant from Aden, Qibile. I'm sorry to disturb you. We have an army of tens of thousands. You only need a few dozen people. There is no chance of winning. As long as the princess puts down her arms, I can To ensure your safety, as long as you pay enough ransom, honorable people should be treated as honorable people. This has always been the respect of the people of Aden." An awkward Chinese-Bian dialect sounded from the alley.

The curled up and trembling middle-aged lady said with a hesitant expression, "It's Qibile, the largest Aden businessman in Fucheng! I recognize his voice."

"Tell him that I am Princess Mingyue of Zhongbia, and he is not qualified to talk to me!" Princess Mingyue's pretty face is as cold as snow. More than half of the guards have been killed or injured. The dense crowd of Aden people outside almost blocks the view. Some Aden people Archers have appeared on both sides of the alley On the high wall, the guard who fell just now was shot to death. The other party was right. He could easily kill all the people in the alley without taking action. It was entirely because of his status as a princess. The people of Aden are used to asking for ransom. I’ve heard of the method before!

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