bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 449 The fish died
The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the sea level in the distance was beating under the high temperature, almost merging with the sky.

It's spring, and it's hot and dry.

What's more, at this time, the remaining fire in Huishui Bay is still burning continuously.

Almost the entire Huishui Bay was covered by dark flames. The fire ditch dug by the officers and soldiers overnight was like an ugly python, circling the Huishui Bay with coke and black and red sparks to prevent the fire from spreading further.

No one approached, no one dared to approach.

Even in those places where there is no fire, there is no human habitation. With Huishui Bay as the center, the area that radiates out for seven or eight miles is shrouded in scorching heat and there is no human habitation.

Except for one figure.

Yang Churan walked slowly in the streets and alleys of the houses outside the fire ditch. Her right hand was bored to support the dry and rough house stakes that had been baked by the air one after another, and her left hand held her handle. Wei Yi's long spear, the tip of the spear dragged on the stone ground from time to time, making a tinkling sound.

She obviously had something on her mind, and she obviously had an extremely important decision to make.

Bypassing an unoccupied house, a slightly rich figure of a man appeared in front of her.

"The one surnamed Han is leaving the palace."

It was Yang Facai's voice.

Yang Churan took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

"Then, is he going back to Siyang with his eyes closed, or is he going to look at Haizhou with his eyes open?"

"He's coming to Huishui Bay."

As soon as Yang Facai finished speaking, Yang Churan's hand holding the gun handle became stronger all of a sudden, and even his joints turned white.

Of course she knew what this meant, and the Jingbu was certainly not a blind, deaf, and disabled person. She knew that the Department of State Law and the Department of Military Affairs had already left for Haizhou.

When Han Dongwen stepped out of the Li Palace, he didn't return to Siyang, it was equivalent to uncovering the only remaining fig leaf between Jingbu and Simeng.

She and her uncle have deduced countless times, and she has already forgotten the heaviness when she first thought of the word rebellion.

But now that she has really come to this point, she still involuntarily clenched the gun in her hand.

"Arranged?" Yang Churan asked.

Yang Facai nodded, frowning tightly.

"All the sergeants under the Hundred Cavalry Generals of the Shocking Division have been discharged, and the disciples in the Daqimen, who can be trusted, have been arranged properly. The rest of the sects in Haizhou are just waiting for the orders from the Daqimen."

He stroked the thick jade wrench in his hand, and the flesh around his lips twitched, obviously clenching his teeth.

Originally, some things had been arranged very well. Xuegang feinted for the first time, and Jingbu successfully defended, so that other people could no longer talk about it. When the blood port emperor personally made a move, he should directly take down the entire Haizhou.

However, this feint has changed, not only the ownership of Haizhou is in jeopardy, but even the relationship between Daqimen and Xuegang has become somewhat confusing.

At such a juncture, the surname Han suddenly wanted to leave the palace.

"How can he be so smart?"

Yang Churan took a deep breath, "Even if there are these sects, even if there are people in Jingbu and Daqimen, our original escape route is Xuegang. Now there is no news from Xuegang. If that Peicang doesn't help us, how can we fight against Simeng?" Isn’t it just hitting a stone with an egg?”

To fight against a country with a state is to strike a stone with an egg.

Therefore, the Jingbu must need the support of Xuegang, and the help of the Emperor Xuegang.

They must escalate all this into a country-to-country struggle, so they must come up with something that the bloody Hong Kong emperor is interested in.

Therefore, Yang Facai met Yang Churan here.

"It's already out of the Li Palace, and it's under the protection of the people from the Ministry of Xiu. The shrimp soldiers and crabs below will be ignored. There is only one Li Zai."

Yang Facai spoke very fast, as if he had no free time to waste any more time.

"What about Jiang Ningyun? Even if she's the head of the Justice Department, she can't ignore such things."

Yang Churan raised the gun in his hand, and glanced at the gleaming tip of the gun.

"She won't make a move. If she makes a move, let me deal with it."

Yang Facai folded his sleeves in front of him, showing a confident look.

His demeanor is not at all like a person who just said that he wants to deal with a chief executive.

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The huge dragon chariot did not leave the palace.

The Ministry of Rest just cleared the streets, leaving a safe and passable passage.

Crowds of people.

Even after a great catastrophe, the sight of the real Dragon Emperor is enough to make the most weary person rush to the crowded street, stand respectfully away in the hot sun, and bow to the ground.

What is this for?
Does being closer to the emperor bring any benefits to oneself, and whether breathing the same air as noble people can make oneself more famous?
Of course it's impossible. This is the truth that everyone can figure out, but there are still people who do it.

Under the canopy, Han Dongwen was doing something that no one would have expected him to do.

walk.

On the street, he stepped on the bricks on the ground step by step with his feet, feeling the increasingly hot temperature from the soles of his feet.

Li Zai followed behind him, followed by the minimum soldiers from the Ministry of Rest, and Xiao Hongdou followed beside him, shaking his fan.

"Your Highness, I still feel that I should ride..."

Li Zai came over, not knowing how many times he raised safety concerns, but Han Dongwen still shook his head.

"Umbrella, remove it."

He raised his finger to the top of his head.

The officers and soldiers of the Xiu Department holding umbrellas behind them looked at each other and retreated calmly.

The venomous sunlight shone on Han Dongwen's body.

He stood where he was, looking around.

This is the Zhongcheng Road of Jianhai City, the most important and noble main road in the city.

Naturally, the middle of the street has been cleared, and on both sides are officers and soldiers from the Ministry of Surprise standing as human sentries, and on both sides, there are huge crowds of people lying on the ground.

The king's trip should have been solemn and solemn.

Just like in Bailan Mountain back then, when the immortal ceremony was held on the New Year's Eve, the carefully selected people paid their respects from a long distance away.

They were never so close to Han Dongwen.

Han Dongwen looked around and saw slices of backs being scorched by the sun.

Li Zai had talked with him many times, Jingbu was cornered, and there might be assassins in the crowd at any time.

Han Dongwen's answer was, what kind of assassin can break through Lee Jae?

The answer is Yang Churan, and Yang Facai.

"Then will they hide in the crowd?"

At that time, after Han Dongwen asked Li Zai like this, he stepped out of the palace.

Even so, Li Zai's hand was still on the hilt of Poria Thorn.

He has thought too many times, His Highness has torn the last layer of cloth, if he is Yang Churan, how would he rebel?
No matter how you think about it, there is only one way - to capture His Highness as quickly as possible, as a bargaining chip, in exchange for the support of Xuegang, and directly forcibly start an all-out war between Xuegang and Simeng.

They are already traitors, and the only way to survive is to change hands!
All of this should not have happened so quickly. Simeng should be isolated and helpless, without the help of all countries, especially Olimar, who is most likely to influence the battle situation, should have already been in the same situation as Simeng.

Even if this is not the case, Haizhou should be more perfectly defended, and the third division should also intervene more difficultly in Haizhou. In the complicated and lengthy officialdom in Simeng, Jingbu's position in Haizhou should be consolidated in the end and the most important .

Even if that wasn't the case, Han Dongwen should have returned to Siyang like stealing the bell, let the Jingbu and the Third Division stand in a stalemate in Haizhou, and then waited for the plan between Daqimen and Xuegang to be finalized, and entered Haizhou in a coordinated manner.

Where, exactly, did the problem begin?
Yang Churan stood at the distance of this clear avenue, looking in Han Dongwen's direction.

He is just a person, if the people kneeling around stand up, they must be the same height as him, no matter how far away they are, they will not be able to tell the difference.

Where did the problem start?
From the battle of Huishuiwan, that damn brigadier general in Xuegang suddenly went crazy?

No, even earlier.

From Xuegang, it suddenly said that the materials were brought back to Simeng, and from that damned illegitimate son of Yang Kai mixed into the Escort?

No, no.

She suddenly thought of the civil servants and maids who had driven into Haizhou Port that day and walked off the red carpet instead of Han, and the silver helmet that she had arranged to meet them.

since then?
Yang Churan swallowed, put an identical silver helmet on his head, and read aloud his military position in Simeng for the last time.

"Yang Churan, Lieutenant of the Jing Department of the National Army Division, welcome Your Highness!"

Her voice echoed in the mid-air at noon, she didn't bend her knees, but just stood at the other end of the avenue.

Han Dongwen looked in her direction and narrowed his eyes slightly.

If you go out of the palace by yourself, you will be shocked.

But he still took himself as a hostage and took this step first, only because the No. [-] machine knew from Gu Ya that the Emperor of Blood Harbor had not yet been able to fully step on the rank of God.

And, the authentic Double Ninth Crown that was dropped was still left somewhere in the Huishuiwan fire site.

How would she raise the flag of rebellion?

Did he just rush over to assassinate himself, or did he have other arrangements?
"Your Highness, the Director of National Law has not yet arrived." Li Zai who was beside him suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and nodded.

Jiang Ningyun is indeed not here, will she come later, or is she still holding back and watching from the sidelines?
The situation was extremely clear, and Jiang Ningyun had no reason to take the risk of Han Dongwen's death and the situation becoming chaotic—unless someone stopped her.

In the shocking department, is there anyone who can stop Jiang Ningyun, the Director-General of National Law?
Such thoughts flashed through Han Dongwen's mind, he swallowed, and wanted to talk about flattening as usual, but found that Yang Churan did not kneel down.

"Boom--!"

A sharp loud noise sounded from the northeast, which was almost the other side of Jianhai City.

Even at such a distance, it was still deafening.

The crowd kneeling on the ground got into a commotion because of the loud noise. Some people began to raise their heads, and some people began to make noise.

"Foolish Lord—!"

Han Dongwen hadn't figured out what was causing the loud noise when he heard such shouts from the crowd.

As planned, dense human voices began to rise and fall one after another.

"Foolish Lord—!"

"Things who hide in the palace and spend their days and nights!"

The crowd started shouting, started making noise.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

Yang Churan, who was in the distance, shouted loudly and stepped forward.

What a scene of a loyal minister and savior in a state of urgency.

Han Dongwen turned his head slightly, and said to Li Jae in a confident tone:

"Look at me, I said, I used the people as hostages to fan the flames, and I won the bet when I rescued the driver."

Li Zai pulled out the Poria thorn an inch, and smiled wryly:
"Okay, I owe Your Highness wine."

(End of this chapter)