Deposed Empress General

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Chapter 58: Taiping

The feast continued, and the left wolf drank too much. In fact, she does not need to be drunk. After all, only this court courtier does not have to pretend to be a carnival to show loyalty to Xinjun. But there were too many generals and all had the same barrels. After a few rounds, she was a bit overwhelmed.

She had recovered from her injury, and a little wine did not interfere, and Murong Yan did not stop it. Of course, other generals will not stop it, what is the joy of drinking without getting drunk?

When Xu Lang and Wang Nan waited, Murong Yan simply said, "The amount of lone wine is not good, and I won't accompany the public officials today. Fortunately, your general General Zuo is here, so she will drink together."

As soon as this word came out, the left wolf could not refuse, and had to drink Murong Yan's share. Later, Murong Yan appreciated Yujiu again, so for the first time in her life, she was drunk.

When the palace feast was over, Yuan Xi and others were drinking, a group of people went out side by side, Wang Nan and Xu Lang came to help the left wolf. Leng Buding also came over, and said respectfully, "The general drinks too much, so let her stay in the palace."

Xu Lang and Wang Nan had just agreed, and the left wolf put his feet on his shoulders and asked drunkly, "Who are you? Let me stay in the palace, stay in the palace?"

The housekeeper was frightened, and quickly said, "General, not a small one, your Majesty said that you would stay in the palace."

Zuolanglang said, "Your Majesty counts ..."

After finishing his words, Wang Nan was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth and said, "Father, our general is really drunk. I'll take her back to the house first, and see her in the palace tomorrow."

The housekeeper only got Wang Yunzhao's order, and at this time he did not dare to argue with the two, so he had to watch them help the left wolf out of the temple.

The left Canglang hooked Xu Lang with his left hand and Wang Nan with his right hand, saying, "Let's go, let's drink again."

Xu Lang said, "You can't drink anymore, you're drunk."

Zuolanglang pointed at him and said, "You are not allowed to go, you look so ugly, what wine to drink!"

Xu Lang looked sad and indignant: "General! You have always thought I was ugly!"

Wang Nan couldn't help laughing. Zuo Langlang really didn't want Xu Langyi to help him. He took Wang Nan and said, "Let's go, I can drink three more altars!"

Wang Nan said, "OK, let's go now."

When she was out of the palace, she could not ride a horse, and Wang Nan could only help her. Two people passed the Yurang Bridge all the way. The left wolf was holding the bridge railing and started vomiting. Wang Nan walked on her back and said, "It doesn't matter? There is a medical clinic in front, and you will find a doctor at the end."

Zuolanglang said, "Let's go, let's find a doctor and have another two drinks!"

Wang Nan couldn't help crying and said, "You really can't drink anymore."

Zuo Canglang was furious and said, "Now you know I can't drink anymore? Why didn't you stop me when I drank?" Wang Nan was wrong, and when she was about to speak, she heard her say, "Why don't you let you Where's my queen maiden? "

Wang Nan was startled, and the left wolf pushed him away and said sloppily, "It's so nice, but it's not going to accompany your queen at the end."

After she had spoken, she began to vomit again, and Wang Nan patted her on the back, and dared not say anything. After she vomited, she sat down along the white jade railing. Wang Nan squatted in front of her and said, "Let's go home first."

Zuolanglang shook his head and said, "No, I won't go, I'm upset."

After that, her head came over and leaned on his shoulder. I don't know why, the person who has always been resolute and determined, shows a little daughter, Wang Nan is a little soft. He didn't move, let her lean on, and said, "I won't let you drink in the future, I'll stop."

The left wolf did not speak, and the two leaned for a while, and suddenly a horseshoe approached. Wang Nan turned his head, but saw a carriage approaching and stopped beside the two. Wang Yunzhao got out of the car. Wang Nan stunned, Wang Yunzhao saw the two, but also stunned, hurried over to help the left Canglang.

The left blue wolf shook off his hand and said, "Don't help you, walk away!"

Wang Yunzhao said with a smile: "The general is really drunk, and His Majesty is a bit uneasy. If he learns that the general will return to the house alone, it will be necessary to blame the old slave. General Wang will go back first and the old slave will send the general back to the house.

Wang Nan opened her mouth, and the last thing she said was: "Then there is the head of labor Wang."

Wang Yunzhao nodded at him and helped the left wolf into the carriage. Wang Nan stood in place, with a complex emotion in her heart. Everyone knows that she is Wen Shuai's wife and Murong Yan's confidant. Now her words, coupled with the middle of the night, Wang Yunzhao personally went out to pick up people.

Her relationship with Murong Yan is self-evident.

However, this is not something that one of his Colonel Captain should be contaminated with. He should pretend to know nothing forever. The carriage wandered away, and finally the rut disappeared, and he was still standing.

Zuo Canglang was drunk, and at this time, east of Yilu Mountain, the prince Murong Ruo was about to go over the mountain beams to find Donghu's help, and there was news that Murong Yuan was strangled by a lone bamboo.

Murong Ruo was startled: "How can it ?! Father Wang stayed on the Bailang River for many days, King Guzhu never meant to embarrass him!"

Zang Tianqi's face was somber and said, "Do you still want to think that it must be Murong Yan's unwillingness to return to Jinyang City and intentionally obstruct it. Huh, he really took great pains and tried his best to stabilize his regime."

Murong Ruo said: "Father Wang Xi is very old and often has pain. He heartily let him fall into the hands of the enemy!"

Zang Tianqi said, "His Royal Highness, he has done even the matter of forcing the palace to take the throne. How can he care about flesh and blood, father and son relationship!"

Murong said anxiously, "Tibetan owner, now, what should we do?"

Zang Tianqi said: "Now King Yan is trapped and lonely, and I am afraid that he can no longer return to Jinyang. Next, Murong Yan will ascend to the throne as the emperor. Maybe he will honor the next emperor. Zhang filial piety. Although this is a vicious one, it is really wonderful. "

Murong Ruo said: "If the father cannot return to the DPRK, Dong Hu is afraid that he will not help us. Now we have no place to stand, can we still fight with him?"

Zang Tianqi sighed and said, "Your Highness, this is not the time for decadence and sorrow. But for the time being, I am afraid that Donghu and his party can only do it." A prince with the name of Prince Yan is helpless inside and out, how can Donghu help each other? ?

Murong Ruo said suddenly, "The Tibetan owner, I don't hide it. When the father escaped from Jinyang City, some of the gold and jewelry in the treasury could not be taken away. The father hid it in a very hidden and secure place in the city. This It was Dayyan ’s last home. If we could take out this jewellery, maybe we could recruit soldiers and buy horses.

Zang Tianqi was also a stunner, saying, "It's an invincible road. It's just that Jinyang City today, we have to go back and talk about it easily."

Murong Ruo said: "Master Abbot Xuezhan of Fachang Temple had previously accepted seven villains from Guizhuang assaulting the moon platform and almost succeeded. Now I don't know if I can help me again."

Zang Tianqi said: "The situation in Jinyang is dangerous now, and it is not suitable for your Highness. It is said that the husband must only take a trip."

Murong Ruo arched his hand and said: "The righteousness of the Tibetan owner, Murong will always remember it."

Tibetan Tianqi sighed and said, "The Tibetan Sword Villa is worthy of the emperor's grace."

In the afternoon of the same day, he ordered Tibetan Song to protect the prince Mu Rongruo and went to Jinyang City alone. With his skill, it is not difficult for Jinyang City to dive in, even if it is a tiger's lair in Longtan.

He crossed the Yuyan Pass from Yilu Mountain and entered Tangxian County. He encountered a little trouble on the southern ridge of the Yilu Mountain. A person like Zang Tianqi possesses a keen swordsman. He can feel the murderousness in front of him. He immediately stops and asks Shen: "Who is this?"

After the grey rock in front, two people came out slowly, one man and one woman. The man is tall, with a high eyebrow and a deep nose. He is a foreigner. Holding a sword in his right hand, he can see that martial arts are not weak.

However, what is more noticeable is the woman around him. That's really a pretty woman, and the word pretty isn't exactly used on her. She has a magnificent temperament, arrogant and proud, like the sword's sharpness when the sword comes out of its sheath.

Zang Tianqi moved his gaze to her almost instantaneously. He frowned, and suddenly said, "You are ..." At that time, he suddenly thought of a person, a person who was notorious but never showed up: "Master Yanlou!"

"Leng Feiyan." The woman began, and every word had a bitter warfare.

In her eyes, there is no hatred. Only this kind of warfare to conquer all things is extremely incomparable.

Zang Tianqi slowly clenched his waist long sword and said, "Can you answer me one thing before fighting?"

Leng Feiyan said, "I also want to ask the Tibetan landlord." Tibetan Tian Qi was a little stunned, and in an instant, Leng Feiyan's sword came to thunder, and her voice was as fast as a lightning sword. Between the winds, Qi Dingxian was idle: "You decent swordsmen, isn't everyone talking so much nonsense?"

Zang Tianqi was too late to answer, sword wind rose, sword light entangled. The man not far from Leng Feiyan was naturally a witch. He didn't expect Leng Feiyan to do it when he said that he wanted to drink, but he was still worried about disturbing her after all.

Who dares to be distracted under his sword?

Zang Tianqi confronted Leng Feiyan, and within 50 strokes, he made a wound on her. Although he had the upper hand, his fear was beyond words! This woman will not be over twenty years old. However, the speed of his swordsmanship and the skill of his moves are simply amazing.

If he hadn't met him in person, he would never have believed that a woman less than two decades away could take fifty strokes under his sword, with only one minor injury.

But this is true. He pursed his lips and came out faster and faster. His sword became a net, and soon it shrouded Leng Feiyan, the kind of airtight closing net that anyone would be panicked. The faint taste of death will make people feel terrified and then flinch.

But Leng Feiyan didn't. Her sword is in the sword light, even if she can't break through, she is still as fast as a thunder and as stable as a mountain!

Witch was beside him, he wanted to help, but he couldn't help at all. The matchup of peerless masters is almost dazzling, but between offense and defense, it is perfect.

The longer the time, the more scared Zang Tianqi was--this man ...

The previous questions are almost unnecessary. It wouldn't be surprising if Zang Feng and Zang Xiao died in the hands of this person. He almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you Murong Yan?" How can a person like this ever borrow an unknown name?

But the man still just smiled and said, "You talk too much."

Zang Tianqi taught his disciples that the first thing is not to get angry, no matter who the opponent is, be sure to stay awake. He knew very well what a stable mood means to a swordsman. However, the person in front has a calm and powerful soul.

She already has three wounds on her body, but the blood is like breaking the seal of her soul. She is not afraid or hatred. The blood made her gradually fall into a kind of crazy excitement.

Hundred strokes, Zang Tianqi found that the people in front of him began to break open his sword net. He lost his voice: "How can you ... !!!"

This man knows the swordsmanship of the Tibetan Sword Villa!

It was years of experience and internal strength that she lost to Tibetan Tianqi for the first time, but soon, as Tibetan Tianqi became more and more exposed to her strength, she began to master the rhythm and slowly broke his sword. network.

In the end, she used many of the moves, even the top secret swordsmanship from the Tibetan sword villa!

"Who the **** are you ?!" Zang Tianqi snapped.

Leng Feiyan didn't say anything. If the sword streamed, it penetrated his sword net, marking a bloodstain on his chest. Zang Tianqi took a step back, his anger could not be concealed. Leng Feiyan said, "Do you believe I can beat you?"

Zang Tianqi panted and was still shocked. Zuo Canglang said: "I have more than a hundred people in Yanlou, at least five of whom can fight against Tibetan Xiao alone, and two of them can compete with Tibetan Feng. If I brought them here today, you think you have a good chance ? "

Zang Tianqi gritted his teeth slowly: "It's really you who killed Zang Feng and Zang Xiao!"

Leng Feiyan scooped the dirt on the soft shoes on the moss and said, "The people in the rivers and lakes are fighting with their lives, and it is not surprising who died in their hands."

Zang Tianqi said, "You are so arrogant!"

In the hands of the sword came the wind, shocked Ye leaves hurt. Leng Feiyan crosses the sword, this time, the two men are fighting directly close to each other, the sword's blades flow fast, and the rotating flying leaves are turned into flying ash. However, Zang Tianqi gradually felt powerless. Every time his sword hurt her, her sword became sharper.

Such a person, such a person ... No fear, no fear, no life or death, every battle is her last battle. She will shed the last drop of blood for this and fight everything.

As the sword net became tighter and tighter, Tibetan Tianqi finally seized an opportunity and a sword stabbed her. However, Leng Feiyan retreated, and the sharp blade penetrated her, but also restricted him! With her right hand waving three swords quickly, Zang Tianqi felt only a slight loss of her right arm. He lowered his head and saw the blood flow in the elbow of his right arm.

His right hand did not fall to the ground, and he still held the sword, and the sword still penetrated Leng Feiyan's body.

He slowly retreated, and Leng Feiyan had more injuries on her body. She slowly pulled the sword out of her body, and then ordered several acupoints to stop bleeding, and then said, "You lost."

At that time, she was bathing in blood, but the whole person was like a fierce ghost resurrected on the dead body, demonized and enchanted. Zang Tianqi said, "Leng Feiyan," he even remembered her name, "why ... why would you be loyal to someone like Murong Yan?"

Leng Feiyan untied his clothes and seized the wound, saying, "I have never been loyal to anyone."

Zang Tianqi said, "Why do you always fight against King Yan? Is it for money? If it is for money ..." He tightened his broken wrist and said, "The prince can also give it to you, and it is definitely greater than Murong. The benefits of Yan! "

Leng Feiyan said: "I want it, the prince can't give it. The King of Yan can't give it either, they are all too weak."

Zang Tianqi said, "Why? They are the Dayan Orthodox! Can Murongyan, a hawk-eyed lover, give you anything instead?"

Leng Feiyan said: "Orthodox?" She approached Tibetan Tianqi slowly, and said, "I don't care who is orthodox. I don't care what kind of person Murong Yan is."

Her eyes were calm, and Zang Tianqi was forced to retreat. He closed his eyes and said, "In this case, Zang is not a greedy for fear of death. I used a sword all my life and was defeated by my sword. Countless. Losing your life today under your sword is a good start. "

Leng Feiyan said, "If I want to kill you, why bother talking to you?"

Zang Tianqi opened his eyes and Leng Feiyan said, "Do you now believe that your existence in Murong Yuan or Murong Ruo is useless?"

Zang Tianqi didn't say anything. Before that, he was actually lucky, after all, he hadn't met the enemy, and he was proud. But today's battle, not only his martial arts, but also his confidence. Leng Feiyan said: "If I let you take your relatives and leave Dayan, in this life, you will never step into the jade throat, will you?"

Zang Tianqi said, "You don't kill me?"

Leng Feiyan raised Yang's sword and said, "You don't agree with me killing you again. After killing you, go and kill your wife, children, and young children.

Zang Tianqi was startled. Leng Feiyan asked, "I don't want to stand here. It's too windy here. Give me your answer."

Zang Tianqi spoke again, with a difficult sentence, saying, "I ... I took my wife, children, and children, and exited Yuyuguan. From then on, descendants of Zangjianshanzhuang will never step into Dayan."

Leng Feiyan also returned to the sheath with a sword, and turned to leave, motioning the witch to follow.

Her back was stunned, and Tibetan Tianqi asked, "Leng Woman, what are you trying to do to help Murong Yan?" Leng Feiyan kept on, apparently not ready to answer. Tibetan Tianqi said: "I just want to know , Why did my son and my beloved disciple die under your sword? "

Leng Fei's figure faded, saying, "The heyday is peaceful."

Zang Tian held his breath, Leng Feiyan moved on. From the moment I killed with a knife, I knew no one could save us. But after all, I still hope that there are fewer people like us in this world.

For this reason, my clothes can be stained with blood, and my love can be disillusioned. I can live in the shadows and lose everything.

When the mountain came down, Wu Yan wanted to come and help him. Leng Feiyan avoided his hand and said, "The order we received was to eradicate the Tibetan Sword Villa."

The witch was expressionless and said, "You remember."

Leng Feiyan smiled, the teeth were all blood red. She said, "So you have to wait until the people at the Tibetan Sword Villa leave Yandi, and then return the news to the palace."

Wu Yan said, "For your little white face? You really take great pains."

Leng Feiyan couldn't smile straight, and the blood on the wound was instantly stained with red belts. She didn't seem to know the pain. She just said, "Wuhou, you are more like a white face than him, and you can't do anything except jealous."

Wu Wu's face was so irritated, but after a while, he said, "We are good at advocating. He may doubt your loyalty."

Leng Feiyan gently held the wound and said with a smile, "He always knew that I had never been loyal."

Zang Tianqi returned to the temporary residence of Zangjian Shanzhuang. When Mrs. Zang saw him covered with blood, he was already scared: "Master! You are ..." Then she discovered that Zang Tianqi's right hand, below the elbow, was not there. Already.

Holding her broken arm, tears burst out: "Master!"

Zang Tianqi patted her on the back and said, "It doesn't matter, there is still a life, and it is already sympathetic to others. Don't regret it."

Mrs. Tibetan said, "Who is it, even Master ..."

Zang Tianqi went into the room and said, "No need to say any more. Send a letter to recall Tibetan songs immediately. Notify all Tibetans, clean up, and we will leave Dayan as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Tibetan was relieved and asked, "Is the master no longer involved in the King Yan?"

Zang Tianqi sat down at the table, glanced at his broken arm, and said, "I've done my best. The Tibetan sword villa has no fighting power now, and I can't even catch Tibetan songs." He patted love with his left hand. The back of his wife's hand said, "Let's go, we won't care about family matters in the future."

Mrs. Tibetan wiped away her tears and said, "I'll send someone a message to Tibetan songs."

Zang Tianqi nodded: "Let him go directly to Yuhouguan to wait, we must leave as soon as possible." Leng Feiyan was able to find him accurately on the south ridge of Mount Yilu. As you can imagine, her movement towards the entire Tibetan Sword Villa must be certain. Knowing.

Murong Yan, such a fierce person, would not just send someone to warn him. In case the other party changes their minds, they can only be slaughtered.

At this time, Feng Ping was drinking with Jiang Sanyi. Jiang Sanyi's house is not only good for wine, but also for kabuki. Feng Ping drank with him, and Jiang Sanyi said, "How does Feng Feng feel about this dance?"

Feng Ping said: "I'm waiting for rough people, I can't pass the rhythm dance."

Jiang Sanyi laughed and said, "A man doesn't have to understand the rhythm, but a woman must understand." After clapping his hands, the two maikos walked up lightly, the fragrance of the water cuffs, and gently stroked his cheek. Eventually poured into his arms, Feng Ping did not refuse.

Jiang Sanyi said: "Speaking of which, I have always wanted to place the dog Zi Jiangqi in the army. However, there is always no time. Feng Tongzhi follows His Majesty for a long time, can I mention one or two."

The beauty in arms raised a glass and fed Feng Ping a sip of wine. Feng Ping said: "Your Majesty has great trust in the left wolf, and even if Jiang Xiang can arrange for Jiang Gongzi to enter the army, it will not be reused. Most of the army is the old part of Wenzai, all facing the left wolf, will not give him the opportunity to establish Military achievements. "

Jiang Sanyi groaned silently, in fact he also knew, but he even knew how important military power was.

Feng Ping said, "However, Jiang Xiang has another important thing to do right now."

Jiang Sanyi turned his head at once, and said, "Leader Feng, please!"

Feng Ping said: "His Majesty was weak at the beginning. There are always things that can't be seen and can't be done from the bright side. For example, operating a wine-colored place, using whatever means to collect money, and even ... assassinating some difficult people.

Jiang Sanyi jumped in his heart, in fact, he already knew.

At that time, the queen asked him to ask the people at the Tibetan Sword Villa to remove Murong Yan, and he sent someone there. However, the Tibetan Sword Villa Zhuang Yu returned, and Murong Yan was safe and sound. The reputation of the Tibetan Sword Villa in the rivers and lakes, although he was in the chapel, he had heard of it.

If Murong Yan didn't have such a master, he would have died under the dark arrow long ago. He said, "It's just such a force. Your Majesty must not want me to know. What can I do?"

Feng Ping glanced at him and said, "The person who has mastered this power now has aroused her dissatisfaction several times. Now, what she is doing has made a big mistake. It is the prime minister's god-given opportunity."