"The prime minister is really clever and clever..."
Yan Liang flattered somewhat guiltily.
Yang Hongchun's sophistication made him a little timid.
He was doing the dirty work, but he didn't know if the old fox knew about it.
"How did the Prime Minister guess it?"
Cun Quanquan asked in surprise. In his opinion, Yang Hongchun was a bit too awesome.
After all, the person who took action was a land god. Even if he took precautions, things could easily go wrong. Why was he so confident?
"You have spent so little time with His Majesty that you don't understand how normal he is."
"I'm about to enter the palace, please come back."
Yang Hongchun saw off the guests with a slight smile. After hearing this, Yan Liang and Cun Quan could only say goodbye with some reluctance.
But after the two left, Yang Hongchun called his men and ordered:
"Go to Shuiyunjian to find Mr. Wang and deliver a message. If the special envoy wants to kill Duan Zhengyan, please get on my carriage on the main street in a quarter of an hour."
The men took the order and left. After that, Yang Hongchun left the Prime Minister's Mansion, got on the carriage at the door and waited quietly for a while, then slowly drove out into the main street of Chancheng.
Da da da…
The wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement without any hindrance.
The Prime Minister's carriage was very conspicuous, and no one came forward to look for trouble.
Yang Hongchun sat quietly in the carriage, assessing the time and distance.
He has gone back and forth on this road countless times, and he knows where he is even without looking at the scenery outside the window.
Time passed by, and we were about to arrive at the entrance of the imperial city, but there was still no movement in the carriage.
Just when Yang Hongchun thought that tonight would probably be the end of the story, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him.
"Master Yang is really not simple."
As the voice sounded, a dim and fuzzy figure appeared on the side of the carriage, it was Zhao Yan.
There was only one dim lamp in the carriage, not much light. Yang Hongchun couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he knew who it was by the sound of his voice.
"The special envoy praised me."
The two complimented each other and got straight to the point.
"Tell me, what kind of advice do you have for asking me to come here?"
"Special envoy, wait a moment. We have reached the gate of the imperial city now, and I have to show my face."
Yang Hongchun said something, bent over Zhao Yan's position and walked out of the carriage.
He opened the thick curtain of the carriage and showed the things in his hands to the city gate guards who came to inspect.
"Your Majesty has issued a decree that I will come to the palace for an audience. Why don't you open the door quickly?"
"Yes! Prime Minister, please!"
The guards bowed respectfully and stepped aside, and the palace gate slowly opened.
Being able to drive in the palace shows that he is powerful.
Yang Hongchun returned to the carriage, and as the carriage started again, he said quietly.
"Sir Special Envoy, can you tell me everything?"
"What's the point?"
Zhao Yan asked noncommittally.
To be honest, he was not surprised by Yang Hongchun's scheming.
After all, he is an old guy who can support a family to grow to such an extent, and he has 800 tricks at least.
He is not afraid of people being over-minded, but he is quite afraid of being unintelligent.
"If the Yang family wants to gamble on their luck, they have to know who they are following, right?"
"Although there are various signs that the divine religion is related to Qixia Town, I don't think that people like the special envoy will be inferior to those in Qixia Town."
"Oh? What kind of person do you think I am?"
Zhao Yan couldn't help but be more interested in this prime minister of a country who was obviously not old, but always called himself "old man".
In just one brief meeting, he was able to guess so many things. His meticulous thinking was quite impressive.
In his opinion, the wisdom of the three wise men of Qixia Town can only be regarded as small thoughts, not great wisdom.
At least in terms of the overall situation, he didn't think they were very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't be trapped in one place.
And if Yang Hongchun could give him an answer that satisfied him, he would never mind bringing him under his command.
"I have too little contact with him to know what kind of person the special envoy is, but he is by no means as simple as an envoy of a religion. He is more like a person who has been in a high position for a long time."
"But I know how outstanding Mr. Wang's abilities are."
Yang Hongchun showed a rare wry smile on his face, shook his head and sighed:
"I have been extremely cautious all my life, but I accidentally got into his ways. Such people obey the special envoy's words. How can one godly religion accommodate two of them?"
Good guy…
If nothing else, he is very good at complimenting others.
But Zhao Yan had to admit that what he said was reasonable.
The ability of Frostfall to be placed in the Drizzle Tower is also commendable.
Otherwise, she would not be allowed to take charge of a country's stronghold alone.
Although Dali is not a big city, she only has the right to manage one person and one country in Xiaoyu Tower.
The divine religion created by the Red Sect is okay to fool ordinary people, but for knowledgeable and intelligent people, it is really full of flaws.
"That's fair enough, but if I give you the answer, how should you repay me?"
The carriage slowed down and seemed to be almost reaching its destination.
"If the special envoy treats me with sincerity, I will be loyal."
Yang Hongchun said with a stern face, word for word.
Zhao Yan smiled slightly, and then breathed out lightly.
"Since you ask the question sincerely, I will tell you."
"I am the King of Qi in the Song Dynasty, and my name is Zhao Yan."
“！”
Yang Hongchun's expression suddenly became excited, and he suddenly knelt down in the carriage.
"Veteran Yang Hongchun meets the prince!"
Is this a surrender?
Zhao Yan was stunned by his actions.
In the novel, there are many scenes where the male protagonist's domineering spirit is revealed, and the enemy army bows to him, but if it happens to him, it is somewhat unreal.
Besides, he didn't feel like he was exuding any domineering aura...
"Master Yang, what do you mean by this? You are the prime minister of Dali, and I am the prince of the Song Dynasty, so there is no need for such a courtesy."
Zhao Yan pretended to be confused and asked exaggeratedly.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to doubt that I am absolutely sincere. If you don't believe it, Your Majesty only needs to wait here for a moment and you will see my sincerity."
As soon as Yang Hongchun finished speaking, the carriage stopped completely, apparently reaching its destination.
Zhao Yan's expression remained the same, he nodded silently and said:
"Forget it, I will wait here for you to get the result."
"I will definitely live up to the prince's high expectations."
After saying that, Yang Hongchun bent down and got out of the carriage, and Xizhou became calm again after a brief conversation.
Zhao Yan leaned back on his seat and thought quietly.
The reason why he is willing to believe Yang Hongchun is because of the emotional perception ability given by "The Heavenly Book of Forgetting Love".
Different from the ethereal enthusiasm when he was among the water and clouds, this time, he could truly feel the sincerity of the other party.
This is outrageous. Why is Yang Hongchun, the prime minister of Dali, so respectful to him, a prince of the Song Dynasty?
There must be some inside story that he doesn't know about.
But I don't know if Gui knows that Zhao Yan dares to stay here because he is a bold artist.
Duan Siping was dead, Huang Shang was dead, and there were only two of the six great swordsman monks left. Except for Master Kurong who had not appeared yet, he could not think of anyone else in Dali who could pose a threat to him.
Since he is invincible, there is nothing to worry about.
What really puzzled him was why Zhang Danfeng failed to kill Duan Zhengyan despite such a huge battle.
You must know that the intelligence does not show how strong Duan Zhengyan's martial arts is... but more like a third-rate master.
If you have never even entered the transcendent realm, how can you protect yourself in front of Zhang Danfeng?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan strangely opened the curtain of the car window and looked out.
There were flames in the palace just now and people were noisy. Why is it so quiet now?
This was hard to see. On the huge square, there were rows of guards lined up neatly.
Either holding a shield or a gun, they were almost fully armed. The most exaggerated thing was that at the end of the team, there were nearly a thousand musketeers.
Musket…
It is a very embarrassing weapon in Kyushu.
Because the form is relatively primitive, it cannot be fired continuously.
You can only fire one shot, change the group of people, and the people who have been shot will step back and change ammunition.
Although it is so complex and difficult to use, the musket is good because it is powerful enough.
If an ordinary person can hit a martial arts practitioner with this kind of musket, as long as he does not enter the extraordinary realm, there is a high chance that he can be injured.
It's just that warriors are very fast and can hardly be hit by muskets.
After passing through the transcendent realm, the defense power increases greatly, and naturally one is not so afraid of the lethality of muskets.
However, if you are hit by enough muskets, you will still suffer some damage.
Especially there are some fragile parts of the human body that even land gods cannot refine to make them invulnerable.
Such as eyes, navel and other places.
Therefore, as long as the muskets bombard regardless of the cost, as long as they can hit the opponent, the effect will definitely be better than using iron guns and steel knives to chop.
It's just that ordinary people don't have the capital to form a musketeer team. In addition, there are warriors in all countries to control the country, and no one bothers to build such a flashy and extremely wasteful military service.
The musket thus became a very embarrassing weapon.
Come to think of it, if Duan Zhengyan had no one to rely on, he would not have re-armed the Musketeers.
But judging from tonight, it actually achieved certain results...
Zhao Yan took it for granted that Zhang Danfeng's defeat should be related to this.
He hasn't returned to the dyeing workshop yet and doesn't know the specific process.
If Yang Hongchun hadn't sent someone to pass the message, he wouldn't have known that Duan Zhengyan was not dead.
Looking away from the Musketeers, Zhao Yan saw the thousands of monks guarding the palace gate.
Led by the only two remaining sword monks, they are always paying attention to the surrounding situation.
They would never have thought that the key figure who killed Duan Siping last night was now strutting in a carriage not far away.
There are many dark potholes in the huge square, which seem to have been blasted by gunpowder.
Zhao Yan could guess after thinking about it that Zhang Danfeng probably failed because he was ambushed.
After all, the assassination came two nights in a row...
This is too arrogant.
Everyone knows how to strengthen defense and set traps.
With so many people standing guard, Duan Zhengyan's palace was guarded like an iron wall. Even the gods on land could not do anything about it.
We made a time lag last night to solve the problem quickly while no one reacted, otherwise it would be a disaster if we got caught in the crowd.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Yan was even more curious about what Yang Hongchun was planning to do.
Bring Duan Zhengyan’s head to see you?
Then he might not even be able to reach this carriage...
But if not, what surprise can he give?
The unknown expectation has a magical power that makes Zhao Yan unable to help but guess.
But Yang Hongchun didn't let him wait too long. Within two-quarters of an hour after entering, a huge explosion suddenly came from the hall, and then the entire magnificent palace began to collapse rapidly in full view of everyone.
boom! !
Bricks and stones continued to fall, causing dust and smoke to rise in the west.
Everyone outside the hall stared at this scene in a daze, completely confused as to why the explosion sounded in the core hall that they had worked so hard to defend.
Such a powerful explosion...
Can Your Majesty still live?
As soon as this question came to his mind, a general guarding the city suddenly shuddered and reacted.
"Quick! Quick! Save Your Majesty!!!!"
As he roared, countless people took action.
Everyone no longer cared about defending against foreign enemies, but rushed towards the ruins of the hall like crazy and started digging desperately.
Zhao Yan was also a little stupid...
This Yang Hongchun, even if he receives a certificate of investment, there is no need to put his own life to the test.
Thinking of the big explosion that resounded throughout the imperial city just now, it was hard for him to imagine that Yang Hongchun could survive such an explosion.
This old Yang...
He is an honest person.
At this time, no one had the thought to care about the carriage. If Zhao Yan wanted to leave, he could just walk out of the palace openly.
But he was very interested in the results of the excavation and did not intend to leave. He simply sat in the carriage and watched the excitement.
There was a lot of people outside, and people were shouting and moving heavy stones.
This absurd rescue scene was in sharp contrast to the solemn guarding scene before.
After nearly half an hour, everyone finally dug out a person from the ruins.
It was none other than Yang Hongchun who was just about to leave the palace...
I saw that he was very lucky to be lying in a small space supported by two giant trees. Apart from being a little embarrassed and having a gray face, he was not seriously injured.
It must be said that he was extremely lucky to be able to survive such a collapse without any damage.
Zhao Yan couldn't help but admire him. He had a good time watching Yang Hongchun scramble for the ground in front of everyone, crying "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" with a sad look on his face!
It looks very much like a minister who is panicking because he has lost his monarch...
In the end, I fainted slightly because of the sadness.
After that, everyone found several maidservants to help him rest beside him, and Yang Hongchun took the opportunity to sit aside.
This night was full of twists and turns, and the person who deserved to die finally died...
With so many people digging together, even though the palace was large, most of it was quickly excavated.
When the two sword monks finally dug Duan Zhengyan out, his head was intact, but his body was hit by a huge tree and broke into two pieces.
The entire palace was plunged into deep sadness and confusion.
All the soldiers fell into silence, wondering where they should go in the future.
At this time, Yang Hongchun once again became the backbone of everyone.
People kept coming up to ask for instructions.
Seeing his commanding look, Zhao Yan was even more determined to take this person under his command.
