It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 705

There are not no soldiers around Chang'an. The three thousand fish and dragon guards of the palace, the 20,000 city defense troops who are responsible for guarding Chang'an, and the Jingzhou soldiers distributed all over Jingzhou, the total strength of Jingzhou has reached a terrifying 300,000.

Of course, most of these soldiers are controlled by the Prime Minister's mansion, and the army is full of cronies of the Prime Minister's mansion. It was Li Letian who issued a military order, maybe the Prime Minister nodded, otherwise he wouldn't be able to mobilize even one of his troops.

For the sake of being an emperor, it's no wonder that Li Letian was unhappy all day.

Li Letian has an account in his heart, calculating how many troops he can use. In fact, he is not short of cronies. Back then, when he was guarding Chang'an, Li Letian led his soldiers to fight to the death, and he was still very prestigious among the soldiers at the bottom.

But this time, Li Letian did not dare to contact anyone. There are many people talking, and once the news is leaked, this incident will be his own reminder.

He was just quietly calculating in his heart, Bailisheng's 800 soldiers, as well as his own cronies in the Yulongwei, were only 2,000 soldiers. Relying on these forces to wrestle with the deep-rooted Xiangfu, it is indeed a bit over the top.

If there is a choice, Li Letian will definitely not take this step, but the problem is that he has no choice now.

Li Letian planned to do something. He didn't want to be someone's puppet, so he took the risk and it seemed like a matter of course to be a desperado.

The night was long and quiet.

After the curfew, there was no one on the long street, but there were occasionally a few brothels and the sound of singing and dancing musical instruments in several courtyards.

Behind these, there are probably the support of the princes and nobles, and the curfew, the ban is ordinary people, naturally they can't be banned.

On Chang'an Avenue, a sedan chair left the house, and the four sedan chairmen were all strong young men, walking like flying, but the sedan chair did not shake.

Before reaching the palace gate, Cui Yunjian got out of the sedan chair, adjusted his official uniform, and looked at the towering palace wall in front of him.

At night, I received news from the palace, saying that there was something important to discuss. As for what it was, the messenger did not say. Originally it was Cui Sang, but Cui Sang couldn't come for some reason, only Cui Yunjian came over for a visit.

He stepped across the palace gate and walked in with his official uniform. The palace walls are a few deep downs, and at night, the interior is still quite quiet, with a gloomy smell. In the palace courtyard, except for a small yellow gate leading the way in front, almost no one can be seen.

From here to the place where the emperor lived, there was still a long way to go. Cui Yunjian walked with his head buried in it, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: How would the emperor feel every day when he lived here.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, one hand can set off wind and rain, and one hand can disperse the wind and cloud. There are the rarest treasures in this world, the most touching women... Is there a king's land in the world, and a king's ministers on the coast of the land. In this world, I can say that I don't want it, but I won't give it to you, you are not allowed to touch it.

Cui Yunjian took a long breath. He was not an ambitious person, and he never had any idea about that chair. But now it's different. Now I'm very close to that chair.

As long as you wave your hand, you can drive the person off the chair.

What God does not take, is to be blamed. My father once said that the Cui family does not rebel. However, the chair is placed in front of him, do you really want to refuse?

"Master Cui, here we are." Xiao Huangmen stood in front of the hall and stopped.

"Oh." Cui Yunjian suddenly came back to his senses, put on his official uniform for the last time, and stepped into the hall.

Inside the hall, the lights are bright. A young man in a black robe sat in front of the desk, tattooed with a dragon robe and a purple-gold crown, with a pressing aura.

Cui Yunjian knelt down on his knees and said, "Wei Chen knocks on His Majesty."

After all, Cui Yunjian couldn't wait to give himself a slap in the face, he really couldn't control his knees. Kneeling just now seemed to be a subconscious limb reaction, and I didn't have time to think about it.

"Master Cui..." The emperor put down the book in his hand and said slowly, "Why didn't Master Cui Xiang come?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, my father is suffering from a slight illness, please forgive me."

"Are you ill?" The emperor murmured and waved his hand: "If you don't come, you won't come. You can't talk about forgiveness. After all, your health is important. Lord Cui Xiang's illness is not serious, right?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, my father just had an occasional cold, and he will recover in two days. It's not serious."

"It's good that it's not serious, it's good that it's not serious."

The emperor let out a long sigh, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or regretful.

Cui Yunjian raised his head, beating drums in his heart, and asked, "I don't know why His Majesty summoned ministers late at night, why?"

"It's not a big deal." Tianzi said: "Master Cui came to see, can you recognize this sword?"

Cui Yunjian then got up and slowly approached the Longshu desk, only to see a long sword on it.

He nodded and said, "This is the Son of Heaven Sword of Mountains and Rivers left to His Majesty by the late emperor, holding this sword in charge of the mountains and rivers of the empire."

"Yes, at the time, the father and the king used the iron cast of Tianshan Mountain to cast thirteen swords, the emperor's sword one, and the princes' swords twelve. The emperor's sword was in the hands of the late emperor, and the twelve swords were given to twelve princes. But does Mr. Cui know that in these thirteen There is a sword outside the hilt."

Cui Yunjian nodded: "There is also a personal sword, originally in the hands of the sixth prince, and later in the hands of the evil thief Cheng Dalei."

"That's right, Cheng Dalei still has a sword in his hand. He sent me a letter a few days ago, saying that the ordinary sword was given to him by the late emperor, and it was the last emperor's will to use the ordinary sword to slay all the officials in the world. "Li Letian said with a smile.

Cui Yunjian also smiled: "Haha, this traitor is too whimsical. How many people in the world will believe this kind of open mouthed words."

"No, what he said is true. I have sent someone to Liangzhou and named him the king of Liangzhou."

The smile on Li Letian's face gradually solidified, Cui Yunjian raised his head subconsciously, and was shocked to find that there was still a high-ranking emperor in front of him. With vicious eyes and a hideous expression, he was clearly a desperate desperado on the street who lost his way.

"His Majesty……"

"A man's sword can slay an unrepentant minister, but who can an emperor's sword slay?" Li Letian asked through gritted teeth.

Cui Yunjian took a step back subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong today.

The emperor pulled out his sword, approached step by step, and said, "I am the son of today, the world belongs to me, and I will kill whoever I want."

Cui Yunjian stepped back subconsciously, and suddenly remembered that this person in front of him was not only a pampered emperor, but also a master who could compete with Lin Shaoyu right away.

And Cui Yunjian himself is really a weak scholar who doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers.

"Come on, come on, come on..."

Li Letian laughed and said, "This is the imperial palace, my palace, you are calling someone, who is here, who are you here to kill me?"

Shanhejian chopped off his head, and cut a blood line from Cui Yunjian's neck.

"The Son of Heaven... crazy."