The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Outside the gate of the Qing Palace, a group of ordinary people suddenly came over, attracting the attention of Lieutenant Wu Dejiang.

The clothes worn by this group of people were quite luxurious, unlike those of ordinary people. Wu Dejiang was unsure of their identities and could only shout to stop them.

"Stop ahead, this is a restricted area of ​​the palace, no outsiders are allowed to trespass."

Lieutenant Wu Dejiang is in charge of guarding the gate outside the imperial palace, which is also the first checkpoint of the Forbidden Palace. In addition, Emperor Qing is entertaining envoy Yuan Meng tonight, so the guard of the palace gate has been strengthened.

The group of common people walked slowly towards the city gate like zombies, and Wu Dejiang immediately called for archers.

"Stop, take another step forward and shoot immediately." Wu Dejiang shouted.

The crowd suddenly split into two lines, and a young girl walked out from the middle. She was wearing grassland clothes and was quite beautiful. She had a large bag across her waist with several medicinal herbs sticking out.

"I am Jamukha, the Poison King of the Thirteenth Wing of the Yuan Dynasty Mongolia. I am invited to attend the banquet." The girl said to Wu Dejiang with a smile.

Wu Dejiang frowned and said, "The Yuan-Mongol envoys have already entered the palace for a banquet. Who are you waiting for?"

Teams of guards surrounded the girl and her companions, on full alert. Archers occupied the commanding heights and were ready to strike at any time.

The girl smiled confidently and said, "If you don't let me in, I'll break in myself."

Wu Dejiang was shocked and dared not delay any longer. He waved his hand and said, "Catch them all and hand them over to Commander Yan for disposal."

The guard approached the girl step by step, but the girl calmly picked up a whistle and blew it.

"Drug slave, come on."

The people around the girl suddenly moved, and actually used their bodies to crash into the guards' spears.

Puff puff puff puff puff.

Wu Dejiang was stunned as he saw civilians being strung together by spears, wondering if these people were coming here to commit suicide.

Soon everyone around the girl died under the spear, and bright red blood flowed all over the ground, emitting a fishy smell.

All the soldiers who smelled the stench bent over and vomited, one after another, without exception.

Wu Dejiang began to be alert. The soldiers under his command were not rookies who had never seen blood. How could they vomit at the smell of blood?

Moreover, the smell of blood seemed to be a little too strong. When a gust of wind blew by, Wu Dejiang felt his stomach churning when he smelled it.

"No." Wu Dejiang shouted: "This taste is wrong, ugh!"

Wu Dejiang couldn't help vomiting, and then everyone started vomiting.

The archers on the city wall dropped their weapons, bent down, and began to vomit violently.

The girl Jamukha chuckled, covered her mouth and nose with a towel, and strode into the palace.

Those who were stabbed to death by the spears slowly moved their hands and feet, and actually pulled out the spears themselves, and followed the girl into the palace.

Wu Dejiang wanted to stop it, and took a breath of internal energy to suppress the churning in his stomach. However, as a result, he vomited even more violently and could not even straighten his back.

Amid the sounds of vomiting, Jamukha and his men swaggered into the palace.

The person behind her exuded a strong smell of blood, which formed a faint red mist and began to spread towards the palace.

…………

At the night banquet, Fan Xian wrote hundreds of poems. He seemed exhausted and drunk. He fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

"Young Master Fan, Young Master Fan." Eunuch Hou gently pushed Fan Xian.

"Stop it, I want to drink more." Fan Xian pushed back, then covered his mouth, as if he wanted to vomit. Fan Jian quickly ran over and said to Emperor Qing: "Your Majesty, I am drunk and I have lost my manners in front of you. Please forgive me."

Emperor Qing waved his hand happily and said with a smile: "It's okay, wine helps poetry. Today Fan Xian improvised a hundred poems, each of which is a top-notch masterpiece, very rare. It's just a trivial matter, I won't care about it."

After saying this, Emperor Qing turned to look at Zhuang Mohan again and said with a smile: "Master Zhuang, were these 100 poems by Fan Xian also written by your master?"

Zhuang Mohan was already exhausted at this time, his clothes were soaked, and he couldn't speak.

Emperor Qing said happily: "Come here, take Master Zhuang and Master Fan down to rest."

Two eunuchs came over and wanted to help Fan Xian up. Fan Jian said, "Your Majesty, my son is not good at drinking. Let me take him home!"

"No need." Emperor Qing said, "Fan Xian is so drunk, it's not easy for you to take him back. Let him sober up in the palace first, then you can leave!"

Seeing that Fan Xian was drunk, Fan Jian no longer insisted. Together with two eunuchs, he helped Fan Xian leave and went to the back hall to rest.

Emperor Qing turned to Yuan Meng's envoy Hesar and asked, "What do you think of the poem written by Master Fan?"

Hesar stood up and said, "Master Xiao Fan is extremely talented and unparalleled in the world. I admire him."

Emperor Qing said happily: "If the special envoy likes it, I will have someone copy it for you to take back. Although Qing is a country founded on military power, it also pays attention to civil governance."

Fan Xian made Emperor Qing proud and in a good mood. He raised his glass and said, "Let's drink this cup together to toast Master Fan's talent in poetry and writing."

All the ministers raised their glasses, and even the Crown Prince and Guo Youzhi, who always disliked Fan Xian, had to drink along.

Emperor Qing drank the wine in one gulp, and then said: "I am drunk and need to go back to the palace to rest. Prince, please greet Envoy Yuan Meng on my behalf."

Crown Prince Li Chengqian put down his wine glass and said, "Your son obeys your order."

Emperor Qing adjusted his robe and was about to stand up when Yan Xiaoyi suddenly walked into the hall with a group of people.

"What happened?" Emperor Qing's face turned serious and he asked Yan Xiaoyi.

"Your Majesty, a group of rioters have broken into the outside of the imperial palace and are about to attack the front hall. I will escort you away." Yan Xiaoyi said anxiously.

"What kind of rioters can come here?" Emperor Qing said unhappily, "Where are the lieutenant and the guard?"

Yan Xiaoyi stammered, "Lieutenant Wu Dejiang and Imperial Guard Li Cunzhong all died for their country."

All the ministers were shocked when they heard this, and even Emperor Qing took a breath, but he soon realized something was wrong.

"The lieutenant and the guard have nearly 8,000 men under their command. If they were defeated, how could there be no movement at all?"

At this time, a faint red mist floated into the hall. A minister took two puffs, then covered his stomach, and without caring about his image, he bent over and vomited.

One, two, three, more and more people vomited, making the smell in the hall very bad.

Emperor Qing discovered a strange red mist in the air and slowly stood up. The only ones who could hold back from vomiting were Emperor Qing himself, Yan Xiaoyi and the members of the Yuan-Mongol envoys.

Even a fool can guess that there is something wrong with the Yuanmeng Division.

"Envoy Yuanmeng, what do you mean?" Emperor Qing shouted at Hesar.

Hesar smiled, walked out from behind the table, and said to Emperor Qing: "Canglang Khan has some questions that he wants to ask Your Majesty. Please forgive me for taking such a bad approach."

"Canglang Khan is in Kyoto!?" Emperor Qing asked in surprise.

The Poison King Jamukha walked in from outside the hall, and the poisoners she brought with her slowly walked around the hall, their bodies emitting a strange red mist.

"Brother Fengying, why bother talking to this tyrant? Let me poison him and wait for the master to come and interrogate him." Zhamuhe took out a small incense burner and looked at Emperor Qing viciously. (End of this chapter)