The Regent's Tender Darling

The night is quiet, and the chirping of summer cicadas accompany the gentle breeze as I fall asleep.

Shuanghuaju is in the study room.

"Now that four battalions are besieging Shannan, why don't you ask Yunchuan to send some people to support you." Ye Ming said sadly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng gave him an indifferent look.

Yan Sihan sat quietly behind the desk and had just said a lot. When he heard Ye Ming's suggestion, he said: "No need, if the Yunchuan Navy defends Suzhou, Danan will not be lost."

Ye Ming: "My lord, if this happens, I'm afraid the capital will be lost."

"Which one is more serious?" Yan Si said coldly.

"I know my mistake."

…

——The Royal Palace.

Under the shadow of the moon, a group of people wearing black armor arrived a hundred steps away from the palace gate. It was completely dark, but the blades in their hands were shining brightly.

Such a battle made the leader of the palace gate guards feel nervous. Just when he felt strange, he drew his knife and wanted to go forward to ask. Suddenly, the tip of a knife appeared on his belly with the sound of piercing flesh and blood.

The tip of the knife was dripping with blood, numb, and painful. Before he could react, the knife was pulled away from his back.

With a muffled groan, the person fell to the ground.

In just one breath, more than half of the defenders guarding the palace gate were killed or injured.

When this group of people took action again, the rest of them reacted, but in the end we were outnumbered. Knives collided, iron tools collided, but within five breaths, the peaceful palace gate turned into a river of blood.

As the closed palace door was opened, the sound of fighting inside was no less loud than just outside.

Among the group of people wearing black armor, a tall man wearing silver armor walked out. This man was undoubtedly the leader.

And looking at that appearance, it was none other than King Duan Yan Nanchen.

"Hmph!" Looking at the blood from the fight ahead, Yan Nanchen sneered, pointed his sword forward, his eyes suddenly turned sinister, and raised his voice: "Kill anyone who stops me!"

Following the order, the men in black armor behind them swarmed towards the palace gate.

The crowd rushed forward, and Yan Nanchen followed unhurriedly at the end. He didn't know martial arts, so he didn't need to rush into the formation.

And he was not alone, there were dozens of masters surrounding him. These were all martial arts masters he had collected from the martial arts world over the years.

For today's arena, all of these people are top masters.

Originally, these people should have rushed forward immediately, rushing through the enemy like the tip of a knife.

But ever since he knew that Yan Sihan had an invincible master like Li Maonian beside him, he had been careful to avoid being assassinated.

Although he did not arrange this beautiful situation by himself, at this moment, he has a winning chance!

His men fought their way into the palace, and the smell of blood filled the air, carrying an exciting fishy-sweet aroma.

Now the fourth battalion of the Beijing Central Guards has been transferred out of the capital. If there is no accident, they will not return to the capital within half a month.

And what's more important here is that the fourth battalion left the capital to block the only way to Shannan, so the defenders of Shannan were unable to get out.

The fourth battalion is the defender, besieging Shannan, Shannan will never fight out.

This Yan Sihan was indeed an insidious person. If the Empress Dowager hadn't talked to him in private, he would have feared but still didn't know that there were two elite battalions in Shannan.

The Queen Mother said that this was the trump card left by the founding emperor Nan Guo Wushuang to future generations. Thinking of this, Yan Nanchen couldn't help but feel extremely resentful.

His father actually entrusted such an important matter to that foreigner. Even if it was entrusted to the incompetent and useless emperor now, he would not have such resentment!

After all, Yan Anzhi is one of his own.