Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 49 The Lord and the Three Armies Gather

The lights are blinding, and the wine and food are getting colder.

The banquet in Jinghe Garden is coming to an end.

Nian Qiansheng's eyes were lowered, and half of his handsome face was illuminated by the light. He shook the wine bottle gently, and the moon shadow in the cup instantly shattered into thousands of light spots.

If nothing else, Pingyang Hou’s eyeliner has been almost cleaned up at this moment.

The sparkling reflection of the wine took away his thoughts.

"You may not understand what I'm about to say, but in general, when feudal dynasties change, unless there is a clear gap in ideology or productivity, no one is righteous or evil."

"Even in your eyes, defending the existing rulers is an act of natural justice."

"However, since there are still some things that have not been clarified, the chaos now will only cause more trouble. I will temporarily assist you in maintaining the stability of Jian'an City."

This is Wu You's answer to him.

It seems that they are judging from the perspective of a cultivator from above, but if you think about it carefully, every word is clear. No historian has ever summarized such a simple truth.

And these words came from the mouth of a cultivator, which is really ridiculous...

The expressions of Pingyang Hou and Dinghai Hou were much gloomier than before. They had realized that the situation was out of control.

The courtiers in the court were astonished and ashamed, as if they were frightened birds under their bows.

But there was still no verbal exchange between the two parties in the actual game at this banquet. At most, it was just a brief moment when Shang Shukui and Ping Yanghou's eyes met.

Not long after, as King Hongwu, who had not fully recovered, left tiredly, the dinner party came to an end. The two princes stood up one after another, and left quickly in silence.

There is no use in talking more.

Being sarcastic, pretending to be arrogant, or saying a few harsh words are things that only low-level gangsters would do. They are useless and ugly.

…

The lights of Jian'an City below are brightly lit. At this time, Wu You is sitting on the Cangyun Sword in a comfortable posture.

There was only the sound of the howling wind high in the sky.

The sky is declining...

Judging from the current symptoms and triggers, it is self-disintegration caused by too thin aura in the living environment.

But this is unreasonable. Although the concentration of spiritual energy in the mortal world cannot support the practice of ordinary monks, it is not thin enough to cause ordinary people to suffer from this disease.

It is necessary to check on King Wu again tomorrow morning.

…

At the second watch of the day, with clouds covering the moon, a burst of panic broke out on the busy main road of Jian'an City.

"Quickly give way and don't occupy the road!"

Without warning, while everyone was laughing and joking, hundreds of soldiers appeared on the streets, wielding swords to drive away the people participating in the parade and celebration.

The pushing and shoving, the scolding of the soldiers and the cries of the children instantly intertwined into a noisy noise, and several stampedes even occurred among the panicked crowd.

The long street was quickly cleared into a road leading directly to the west of the city. Crowds crowded on the street. Before they had time to escape, the loud and intensive sound of horse hooves could be heard in their ears.

I saw several light cavalry lined up, with long bows on their waists and torches in their hands, galloping past!

The good horse and hooves under him are like the wind, and the clothes and robes are hunting with the wind. The person at the front of the team is Pingyang Hou.

"drive!"

The crowds on both sides of the street passed by in a blur. The wind roared in Pingyang Hou's ears, and his eyes narrowed with determination.

The Jian'an situation is changing rapidly, and now is not the time to be patient.

Although I don’t know what method that old fox Shang Shukui used to determine the location of his secret sentry and intercept the military order, the plan of the three armies to enter the city to wipe out the prime minister and generals must not go wrong!

In the dark alley beside the street, several groups of private soldiers from the General's Palace were hiding in the shadows.

Looking at Marquis Pingyang going away, the guards beside Nian Qiansheng were anxious: "Your Majesty, why don't we stop us! Close the city and defend it, keeping Pingyang Marquis' army out of the city. Even if the city falls into a melee, we can control the situation with our numerical advantage. Ah! When the general leads his troops back to support, they will definitely die! If..."

"I know."

Nian Qiansheng interrupted the guard.

He was wearing a pair of silver mountain-patterned armor, and his eyes under the plume helmet contained the following meaning: "If he succeeds and completely controls His Majesty and commands the world, even if his father comes back to help, he will lose his logistics and position and become a rootless army." , cannot escape the fate of being wiped out."

"Then why the prince?!"

Nian Qiansheng did not answer, but slowly raised his head. There was nothing in the dark night sky, only the bright moon that had just emerged from the clouds.

The bodyguard who was forced to burst out with veins on his head by the Riddler’s behavior: @￥% (Guanbei foul language)!

…

A group of cavalry led by Marquis Pingyang arrived at the city gate in a blink of an eye, traveling unimpeded along the way. He, who was already prepared for a breakout, was a little stunned and frowned in confusion.

what happened?

Even if Nian Qiansheng didn't think of that kid, Shang Shukui wouldn't have made such a Low Level mistake.

But I can't care about these strange things now.

The city gate was wide open, and the bright Chang Geng star had pointed out the direction. He reined in his horse and looked back, leaving one last look at the still-lit Jian'an City.

"Follow me out of the city!"

…

Weir mound.

On the gentle hillside, the vigorously growing Stipa stilata swayed in the evening breeze, and the dense grass was just the right amount of softness. It was so comfortable and intoxicating to lie down on it.

A young soldier with a beard that had just sprouted around his mouth walked by, looked at the soft thatch and swallowed.

It was midnight and he had just finished his shift with his comrade. He really, really wanted to go up and lie down with him for half an hour.

"Hey, come on."

The thatch suddenly spoke, startling the little foot soldier. He looked closely under the moonlight - it turned out that there was a person lying comfortably inside and waving to him.

The voice sounds like that of a young man, he must be a veteran.

He looked left and right, but saw no one else. He gritted his teeth and groped his way to lie down in the thatch. The familiar soft touch instantly wrapped his back, like a pair of gentle big hands holding him up, almost making him fall asleep.

So comfortable...

"Do you want to compete?" The man next to him asked him with a smile: "The shops of the gentlemen in the city are not so soft."

"Uncle, is it okay if you don't pay back the account?" The young man stood up and asked the veteran next to him anxiously.

"The people who are inspecting this camp today are my fellow countrymen. Just put your mind at ease and take a break." The man replied, and then asked: "Tsk, why did a child as young as you become a soldier?"

Even veterans don't need to look at his face. Just by hearing his voice, they can tell that this is a little baby with no hair at all.

"Uncle, he is from Jiangtuo, my hometown."

There was no beginning or end, but the veteran fell into silence - Jiang Tuo's location was in Lingnan.

After a moment of silence, the young man spoke first.

"I saw the message posted by Mr. Hou, saying that he would go to Beijing to help the emperor and bring peace to the world. By then, things will be better in my hometown. Uncle, are you sure about this?"

The veteran scratched his head.

"I can't come either..."

Before they finished speaking, the low sound of bugles reached their ears. The two of them sat up in shock and pricked up their ears.

Short, long, long.

Break up camp and march.

(End of chapter)