Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

In just one day and night, most of the influence of the fourth prince Wu Dao and the Lian family in Shendu was wiped out. Such a method is not cruel.

Su Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to these things, and followed Wu Yue'er every day, either staying in Wenxin Pavilion or running around Daxing Palace.

She didn't take any action either, Wu Yue'er's greatest strength was the five thousand forbidden troops, she just had to stay in the imperial city and wait.

Leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, while watching the rivers and lakes indifferently, can roughly describe Su Xuan's current life.

two days later

Hundreds of killers rushed into the mansion of the eldest prince Wu Wen. Fortunately, Wu Wen was well prepared, and the two sides fought fiercely.Finally, the black-clothed killer retreated.

The entire city of God is shrouded in a terrifying murderous aura, just like the dark clouds covering the sky and the torrential rain above the sky.

Even Su Xuan, who was in the imperial city, smelled a faint smell of blood.

the killing begins

Princes were killed almost every day, and officials from the six ministries were no exception. Those in high positions were all terrified.

Su Xuan looked at the Daxing Palace in the distance, where the dying old emperor lying on the dragon couch was paving the way for his future successor.

He wants to leave a clean court. Before that, the noble family's roots in the Wu Zhou court were too deep and too big.

So deep that he, the emperor, dare not move easily, and now, when he is dying, he wants to borrow the hands of many princes to let them kill each other.

Those who survived in the end will be uprooted by his chosen successors, so that Wu Zhou will have a future.

Inside the palace, the gate was closed, and two old eunuchs stood behind the gauze curtain. The old emperor was lying on the dragon bed, with white eyes and chapped lips, staring blankly at the roof of the hall.

for a long time

He didn't know where the strength came from, and shouted: "Yue'er."

Wu Yue'er, who was guarding outside, hastily pushed the door open and entered: "Father, Yue'er is here."

"How many times have you gone?"

The old emperor spoke.

Wu Yue'er naturally knew what he was asking, so she replied: "Fourth brother, sixth brother, seventh brother, and eighth brother are all gone.

There were also the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Officials, and the Minister of the Ministry of Households who were also assassinated. "

"Yeah."

The old emperor laughed: "They have been working for decades, and they just went down to stay with me. After I left, they are still here. Not good, not good."

"Father, don't talk nonsense, I believe that Father will live a long life."

Wu Yue'er's eyes were red.

"Silly boy, no one in this world is immortal."

The old emperor patted her head dotingly: "It would be great if you were a man. Among these princes, father loves you the most, and you are the one who loves you the most."

"Father."

She choked up.

"Don't cry."

The old emperor said: "When I leave, no matter who sits on the dragon chair, you will be a Princess of Anping and be rich and honored for life.

Let's go out first, the emperor can't leave now, and has to hold on. "

The two old eunuchs shouted: "Tell the imperial doctor."

Not long after, the white-haired imperial physician came into the palace, took out a silver needle, and began to save the old emperor's life.

Wu Yue'er withdrew from the hall and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Two days."

Su Xuan said: "Your father can last for two days at most."

"Come with him, I'll go and make the water in Shendu City more muddy."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left holding the long sword.

How can we muddy the water?

The simplest and most direct way is to kill, to kill a lot of people.

Anyway, if these people are not killed now, they will be killed in the future. If they are not killed, Wu Yueer's throne will not be secure.

Chapter 91: Three Religions Integrating into One Xin Jianqing

The rain was still falling, the huge gods were shrouded in the violent wind and rain, and the pedestrians on the street looked in a hurry.

The soldiers of the Imperial City Division are patrolling everywhere. In the past few days, several fights broke out in the city of Shendu.

The princes died tragically, destroying their families and slaughtering the mansion at every turn, casting a bloody shadow over the Wu Zhou imperial city.

From the officials of the six ministries down to the common people, everyone was in danger and terrified. Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Imperial City Division were mobilized, but~ still to no avail.

The entire Shendu City has been turned into a muddy pool. In order to compete for the supreme throne, not to mention brothers and sisters, if they have the ability and the opportunity, they will not let go of even the one in Daxing Palace.

The heavy rain was majestic, the mist was hazy, the clouds were dense, the sky was getting dark quickly.

Wu Yue'er brought the old woman back to the Wenxin Pavilion, and before leaving, she went to see the old doctor.

What Su Xuan estimated was correct, her father's final day is just two days away, which also means that the successor to the throne must be selected within two days.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

She didn't sleep, but sat upright in the pavilion, the tea in the cup on the table was changed one after another.

The old woman brought the stove to disperse the chill of the rainy night, and said softly: "Miss, why don't you go to rest first.

You didn't close your eyes very much last night, if you go on like this, you're afraid your bones will be broken. "

"Grandma, how can I be so weak."

She shook her head, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. Although her eyes were on the books in front of her, her mind had already drifted away.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Deafening thunder erupted over the imperial city, dense lightning entangled together, and the pale light tore through the night.

The light entered the main hall, cutting out a line between light and dark, like a flash of sword light, the lightning flashed away, and in the blink of an eye, it was once again plunged into darkness.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the sound of frogs and bamboo trembling blend together, this is half a night.

Late night

The rain was soaring, and the lights in the hall were flickering, emitting a faint light. Wu Yue'er stood at the door, looking outside, covered by the majestic rain curtain, she couldn't see more than two or three feet away.

The thunder gradually subsided, the wind and rain eased, the bamboos and trees swayed, and in the pond, the lotus leaves stretched out and ran towards the sky.

Inside the city of God

On Shenlong Avenue

Grand Prince's Mansion

extraordinarily quiet

Plants, trees, bamboo and rocks, bathed in wind and rain, after the last assassination, the First Prince's Mansion stepped up its guard.

There are hundreds of elite guards from the Imperial City Department outside the mansion, and there are many masters sitting in the mansion.

The backing of the eldest prince Wu Wen is the Hedong clan, which is as famous as the family of the three counties, and even in the court, the power and prestige of the Hedong clan is even greater than that of the families of the three counties.

The Jie family of Hedong, a thousand-year-old family, has stood firm in the martial arts of the three states. The contemporary head of the family, Xie Yuan, has served as the Minister of the Ministry of Households for more than [-] years, and has countless disciples and old officials.

But he was still buried in the bloody storm in Shendu City, but the eldest prince Wu Wen was still there.

The Hedong clan has not collapsed, its strength is still strong, and its background is still profound. Although the death of a patriarch has an impact on the Jie clan, it is definitely not to the point where it hurts.

Such a family that has stood for thousands of years, unless they are uprooted, as long as they are given a chance to breathe, they will come back sooner or later like mushrooms after a spring rain.

long street

A thin figure was walking in the wind and rain, wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, his face could not be seen clearly, and he held a sheathed steel long sword in his hand.

Before he got close to the Crown Prince's Mansion, he was bumped into by a group of patrolling soldiers from the Imperial City Division who were walking towards him.

"Encircle."

The leading soldier said, God has imposed a curfew at night for the past few days, but anyone who is still outside in the dark, no matter who it is, will be arrested and sent to a prison for interrogation.

Seven or eight soldiers twitched their long swords and rushed towards the man in the bamboo hat holding their spears.

"If you dare to resist, you will be killed on the spot."

The soldier opened his mouth, wanting to calm down the man in the bamboo hat. Judging by his attire, he was probably from the Jianghu, the most rebellious. Official documents are nothing, and he is used to doing things in his own way.

In the past few nights of the curfew alone, the Imperial City Secretary has arrested thousands of Jianghu people, and the originally empty prison cells can hardly hold it.

"laugh"

The long sword was unsheathed, and a glamorous sword light bloomed under the rainy night. After a while, the man in the bamboo hat put the sword back into the sheath, and continued to walk forward.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Imperial City Department were lying in the rain in disorder, all of them had their throats sealed with a sword.

The heavy rain washed away, and hot blood overflowed, staining the surrounding water red, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

There are no other mansions around the Prince's Mansion. It occupies a large area. At the gate, two teams of soldiers wearing armor, holding spears and long knives are on duty. There is a soldier every ten feet away.

The security was extremely strict, and amidst the boundless rain, the man wearing the bamboo hat walked towards the eldest prince without haste, stepping over the stagnant water, like a ghost.

"Who?"

Covered by the heavy rain at night, when the man walked within five zhang, the soldiers guarding the gate found out, and dispersed as soon as the words came out.

A little bit of cold light was torn, and the man in the bamboo hat jumped over the soldiers and appeared in front of the gate, with blood dripping from the edge of the sword in his hand.

Pushing open the gate and entering the First Prince's Mansion, the silent killing began. After a cup of tea, the man in the bamboo hat walked out of the mansion.

His body, not even stained with blood, disappeared in the wind and rain in the blink of an eye, inside the First Prince's Mansion.

The night was dark, thunder tore through the rain curtain, and by the pale moonlight, a picture of hell on earth was illuminated.

Corpses were scattered in corridors, courtyards, rooms and other places. Everyone's wounds were either in the throat or in the chest.

Even the masters of the Hedong clan had only one fatal wound on their bodies, which meant that the murderer had never used a second sword.

Blood gathered from all over the courtyard, flowing into the rainwater, irrigating the vegetation in the courtyard, and even the autumn water in the pond was stained bloody.

When the soldiers of the imperial city guarding outside realized that something was wrong, blood had already flowed out from the First Prince's Mansion.

"Kang Dang"

Hundreds of elite soldiers opened the gate and entered the house, shocked by the scene in front of them, all of them froze in place with dull expressions.

Perhaps, tonight will become a nightmare they will never forget.

"Who exactly did it?"

The commander in charge of guarding the Prince's Mansion muttered to himself, his body was trembling constantly, and his eyes were full of fear.

There is both the fear of the killer and the fear of the imminent punishment.

Under their guard, the First Prince's Mansion was silently murdered. For such a crime, I'm afraid a ransacking of the house would not be able to escape.

"You immediately report to the Imperial City Office."

He yelled: "You go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment."

"You go to the Yamen of Dali Temple."

"Leave dozens of brothers to guard the scene, and others will follow me. If the murderer is not caught tonight, we will not be able to keep our heads around our necks."

The rainy night was long, the long street was silent, the wind was howling, and the moon was covered by dark clouds. A man in a bamboo hat was walking on the street with a long sword in hand.

Suddenly, he stopped, and the rain dripped along the edge of the bamboo hat onto the coir raincoat, ten feet away.

A middle-aged man with his hands behind his back stood still, wearing a black robe, and the rain was pouring all over the sky. When it was about to fall on the man, he automatically avoided it.

I won't let Shanshan let me

Under the bamboo hat, there was a slightly vicissitudes face, with gray temples and sharp eyes, it was Su Xuan who had changed his appearance.