The Great Tang: World Martial God

The morning is down.

In this short span of half a day, more than 50 lively lives have been lost in the imperial city.

Tang Hao felt a sense of depression inexplicably.

Zongma walked on the long street.

The long street, which was not prosperous for a long time, seemed to be back to what it was before, with sparse shadows.

And now the people wandering the streets.

Seeing Tang Hao coming, he dodged intentionally or unconsciously.

Probably because of the events of last night, driven by instinct, these people have a touch of fear of the military attache.

Tang Hao held the rein of the horse, raised his eyes, and a plaque came into his eyes.

Drunk Xianlou.

Suddenly, Tang Hao's mood had drifted to half a year ago.

It's been a long time since I think of it.

Turned over and got off the horse, entered the hall, and found a clean and elegant room to sit down.

After two glasses of boring wine, whispers faintly came from the elegant room next door.

The words ‘Wei Wang’ and ‘West Market’ came vaguely.

Suddenly, Tang Hao's curiosity aroused, and he pasted the rough wooden board.

Tang Hao held his breath and listened carefully.

"Do you know that General Hou killed more than fifty people who spread rumors in the West Market on the order of King Wei."

"Yesterday in the West Market, blood was flowing into a river. There was a woman crying all day and night in the West Market and she was frozen to death!"

A clear young voice came, and he heard it more clearly.

As soon as the voice fell, a thick voice came from the collision of the pottery bowls.

"Hi! Why are you ordered not to be ordered!"

"Just blame those people for knowing too much!"

"But speaking of it, there are many doubts about this matter!"

After all, there was the sound of a little stool moving. It must be the creaking of the people moving the chairs together.

Intermittent and fuzzy voices came, and Tang Hao frowned slightly, his entire ears pressed against the rough wooden partition again.

"Those people...not to death, but beheaded in public...not to be punished...the emphasis is on establishing their prestige!"

"I heard that your Majesty is seriously ill, and he is already unconscious... Killing and sealing... It was King Wei's method."

Amidst sighs and sighs, there was a creak again.

With a touch of novelty, the sound of urn sound rang.

"In that case, your majesty is seriously ill, and it should be the crown prince who has been enthroned."

"These people killed by King Wei are for ministers who know the news?"

"It's no wonder that these reasons were made up! Tsk tsk, this king of Wei is really a good method!"

Following that, the first cool voice came one after another.

"Shhh! There are many people here, there are many officials, don't talk about it!"

Hearing this, Tang Hao slowly sat down at the case table again.

Sure enough, all this is not far from what I imagined.

Hou Junji took out the military set to deal with the affairs of the court.

In the end, Wang Wei, who punished the bully, was bitten.

Those people who did not know were even more suspicious and even more rumors.

Tang Hao recovered his mood, exhaled a sullen breath, threw a bunch of five baht money on the case table, turned and left.

...

suburbs.

A small wine shop in an elegant room.

The two figures sat face to face across the case.

Hou Junji touched the rough seat and said with a smile.

"His Royal Highness, I have wronged you. I have to meet with the future in such a place."

Opposite Li Chengqian, dressed as a rich man, smiled relaxedly and said.

"It's okay!"

"Now that we have reached the last step, it is better to be more cautious."

After all, Li Chengqian held the hip flask on the table, as if to pour a glass for Hou Junji.

Hou Junji's expression suddenly changed, and his big hand touched the cold hip flask, anxiously.

"His Royal Highness, you are the old man Zhesha, you are the body of a monarch, how can you pour wine for my subordinate."

"I will do it myself at the end."

Slightly pulled the lower body of the pot, but Li Chengqian on the opposite side didn't mean to let go.

Hou Junji was a little surprised, and raised his eyes to look at Li Chengqian.

In the eyes, Li Chengqian sat on a table and chair with a smile at the corner of his mouth, without saying a word, his eyes were full of admiration.

Upon seeing this, Hou Junji was taken aback.

Next second.

He hurriedly let go of his hand, half kneeling on the ground, holding up his own wine glass, and handing it up respectfully.

With the cooing sound, a cup of clear and beautiful brew slowly filled up.

Hou Junji cautiously carried the fine brew, with mixed feelings in his heart.

A strong voice came from the front.

"What's going on over the barracks?"

While talking, a celadon wine glass came into view.

Hou Junji held his wine glass, touched the celadon wine glass lightly, and returned to the seat.

"His Royal Highness, the barracks have already been arranged!"

"The final general has been ordered by the king of Wei to arrange the two guards of the Yulin to guard the four gates."

"The relationship between Longwu and Wuwei has already been established."

Having said this, Hou Jun was full of joy on the face, sipped a sip of fruit wine, said.

"Longwu and two guards have now been transferred to the imperial palace, guarding the four four-sided palace gates."

"In yesterday's move, many sergeants of the Imperial Forest had already quite disagreements with King Wei, and several generals with very high opinions already had the intention to impeach King Wei."

After listening to this, Li Chengqian had a faint excitement on his face, picked up the wine glass, dragged his feet, and stood up.

"General Hou, this time, you have worked hard!"

Seeing this scene, Hou Junji also showed excitement, picked up his wine glass and stood up and said loudly.

"Able to do a little bit for His Highness in the twilight years will not count as a waste of this life in the end."

Li Chengqian showed his white teeth and laughed loudly in the crisp sound of pottery impact.

Hou Junji slowly knelt on the ground, holding up the wine glass, said.

"Final general, welcome the crown prince to the throne!"