Xie Changyuan thought it tasted good, so he immediately ate ten spicy rabbit heads. There wasn't much meat, but it was appetizing.
Xie Changyuan was never particular about food appearance, so his mouth was full of oil and a few chili seeds were stuck to his fingers.
This scene made Lin Yang a little dazed, and then a little embarrassed, and he thought about whether to interrupt.
But he felt that it was not appropriate for him to speak, so he immediately glanced at Xiaoqing beside him.
Xiao Qing understood and immediately said politely.
"Princess is here, it would be too rude of you to act like this."
Xie Changyuan glanced at them.
"Just tell me if you have anything to say, I'm listening."
Having said that, Xie Changyuan did not stop eating. His body was special and he needed to continuously replenish his energy and blood. Eating meat was the most direct way.
So now he will not miss any opportunity to eat, because this is preparing for the future war.
Of course, the most important point is that it won’t taste good when it’s cold.
Princess Linyang smiled.
"Okay, Mr. Xie is indeed a man of temperament, so I'll tell you the truth."
She took a sip of tea and looked around subconsciously, but there was no sign of panic. The reason why she was so cautious was because the matter was so big that it would be like the earth falling apart.
"I want to blow up the Imperial Master Lu Heng on the day when the Xuanshen Tower is built, and at the same time, I want to hold my father hostage and make him give up the gift of the Song Dynasty to the Twelve Divine Palaces, so I need the help of strong men."
To blow up the imperial advisor and coerce the emperor into submission, and to do so in public, is tantamount to rebellion. In any era, it would be an extremely serious crime.
Princess Linyang's voice was calm and her eyes were firm, obviously her mind had been made up.
Xie Changyuan looked up at her.
"Do you know how hard it is to do that?"
"Know."
"How many troops are under the direct command of the emperor in Bianliang City?"
"There are three thousand imperial guards, eight hundred imperial guards, and eighty thousand imperial guards. These troops are all directly ordered by the emperor."
"Then what do you have?" Xie Changyuan's face was expressionless.
This issue is crucial. In the Song Dynasty royal family, all adult princes and princesses have their own bedrooms. Those who do not want to live in the imperial city can find another mansion near the palace, and the mansions usually have allocated funds.
A group of government soldiers came to protect the prince's personal safety.
According to common sense, the number of private soldiers of these dragon sons and grandsons cannot exceed 500. As the eldest princess, Lin Yang has a high status among the princes and princesses, so they should be given more, and the upper limit will not exceed
eight hundred.
Princess Linyang said, "I have 730 soldiers under my command, including 500 infantry, 200 cavalry, and 30 crossbowmen."
Xie Changyuan shook his head, "Not enough."
Not only is it not enough, it is even shabby.
The difference in numbers between more than 700 people and 80,000 people was really too big. Although street fighting could be carried out in the city, once the fighting started, the narrow alleys would make the cavalry lose their mobility.
The cavalry dismounted and became infantry, which greatly reduced their combat effectiveness. Furthermore, due to the shortcomings of the archers, once they were blocked in an alley and surrounded and killed, the more than 700 people in the imperial guards' ranks would be easy targets with a barrage of arrows.
You know, half of the 80,000 Imperial Guards are infantry, and one-tenth of the other half are archers.
In other words, the emperor could mobilize as many as four thousand archers in the city.
Xie Changyuan mentioned, "There is only one way to prevent these more than 80,000 people from exerting their original combat power. Didn't you and the Shenhua Sect buy a sky thunder? If you kill the emperor together with the explosion, the Suwei Imperial Army and other troops will be outnumbered."
This is the best way to control the chaos."
Hearing this, Princess Linyang's face darkened. It was obvious that she had not yet thought of killing her father and was very dissatisfied with Xie Changyuan's proposal.
The gloomy expression only lasted for a moment, and soon she regained her composure, even smiling with relief.
"There is no need to worry about this, Mr. Xie. The only person I am really afraid of is Lu Heng. If the sky thunder cannot kill him, even if the men and horses are evenly matched, my chances of winning are not great. That's why I came to find you."
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Princess Linyang looked confident, which surprised Xie Changyuan.
After thinking about it, he understood.
Presumably, apart from herself, Lin Yang has found a strong ally to help her. This ally is absolutely extraordinary and can supplement her military strength, making her fearless of the 80,000 imperial guards in the city, as well as the imperial guards and other forces.
Just by following this aspect and guessing, it is not difficult to guess the identity of this ally.
Who in the world today most hopes that the Song Dynasty will maintain its status as a state and keep out the Twelve Divine Palaces of external forces?
And who can gain the greatest benefit after successfully kidnapping the emperor to rebel?
The answer is obvious.
At this time, in a secret dark room somewhere in Bianliang City.
An aristocratic man wearing rich clothes and a face like a crown of jade sat on a grand master's chair.
He wore a string of eighteen Buddhist beads on his white wrist, and his other hand would always subconsciously fumble for the golden nan beads on the bead chain with his fingertips.
He was sitting alone in a dark secret room with a lamp in front of him, as if waiting for someone.
Not long after, a person pushed the door in from the other side of the secret room, came to the noble man respectfully, and then knelt down.
"Wang Ming, deputy capital commander of the Suwei Forbidden Army and general guarding the East City Gate, pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Wang Ming touched his head to the ground and paid 100% respect to the Crown Prince.
On the Grand Master's chair, Prince Zhao Gou smiled slightly, stepped forward with a kind face, and helped Wang Ming up.
"General Wang, there is no need to be so polite."
He looked around like an eagle, his sharp eyes were extremely inconsistent with his handsome appearance, but gave people a strong sense of majesty and oppression.