You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 1182 Fire
Since there are things that can defeat thousands of troops without a single soldier, why not use manpower and material resources, the lives of his brothers are precious, and he doesn't want to lose any of them.

The people Shi Yuan brought to pretend to attack the palace gate also brought Lu State's siege engine, which is light and powerful, although the number of people sent was not many, Xu really was able to knock down the palace gate.

The bitter north wind was blowing, and the people on duty in the palace were frozen to death just by the wind. At this time, it didn't matter whether it was the imperial army, or the Tsing Yi Wei, who was a master of martial arts.

They are just mortals, no matter how powerful they are, they can't stand guarding the palace road for several hours now, and my son is at the darkest and sleepiest time.

No matter how strict the army was, he couldn't bear to let his soldiers go on patrol again at this moment, so he hurriedly told them to rest for a quarter of an hour, otherwise they would freeze to death.

At this time, there was a faint light of fire in the west, and the vice-commander of the forbidden army happened to be on duty at the moment, so he hurriedly asked people to take a look, since charcoal fires were used in winter, it was inevitable that some careless slave would take a nap and go The house was ordered.

"Da Huan, you take the two teams to see which palace is flooded, I look in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, there are all orphan books that the emperor asked to keep, there must be nothing wrong. "

The man named Da Huan quickly responded, seeing the fire at the moment, he didn't look anxious at all, and smiled in a mood: "Let's go brothers, let's have a good life, go to the fire, This devil is really going to freeze my father into a popsicle!"

Everyone laughed, mainly because it was common to run into water, and no one cared about it. They were more willing to put out the fire than to patrol.

The vice-commander of the Forbidden Army followed suit with a smile, and kicked Da Huan pretending to be annoyed: "Don't make trouble, boy, bring people back quickly after the fire is extinguished, and don't disturb Madam Hou to rest. , but she is the biggest."

Da Huan hurriedly smiled and said: "Come on, don't worry, we will go back as soon as we go."

After finishing speaking, Da Huan led his people straight to the past, but the closer he got to the Sutra Pavilion, the more Da Huan felt that something was wrong. The Sutra Pavilion was burning too fast.

This trip was only a cup of tea, and even if the guards inside were not careful, they would not let the small flames that burst out from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion turn into the current raging fire, which would directly destroy the entire Tibetan scriptures. All the Jingge came in.

Da Huan suddenly sweated coldly, feeling that something was wrong. Someone must have deliberately set fire to the Sutra Pavilion to burn so quickly.

Not to mention the punishment they would receive if they couldn't keep the Sutra Pavilion, if someone deliberately designed this, the purpose was to make a fool of themselves, what should we do?
After figuring this out, Da Huan immediately led his people back to report the news to the deputy commander, but when Da Huan turned his head, the brothers behind him fell silently.

Instead, there were a few strange men in black suits, their buns were tied with dark red ropes the color of dried blood.

It's the Ying Family Army!

Da Huan only had this thought in his mind, and was about to shout out loudly, but before he could make a sound, he saw the sharp blade rushing towards the door.

The narrow and long lancet pierced straight into Da Huan's eyes, and with a quick twist of Zhuying's technique, Da Huan collapsed limply, lifeless.

(End of this chapter)