The night breeze is cool and the moonlight is clear and faint.
Torches have already been placed on the city gate of Kyoto, illuminating a small area of land below.
On the city wall, soldiers patrolled back and forth, closely monitoring every move below.
The city gates have been closed before dark, which is a rule established when Chaoyang established the capital.
Inside the city gate, every household has lit candles. Looking from the city wall, the stars are dotted like stars in the sky, stretching out and spreading endless warmth.
Outside the city gate, it was dark, with almost no bright spots.
Another quiet and peaceful night.
Suddenly, an extremely uncoordinated rocket-shaped arrow was shot from the woods on the right side of the city gate. The force was enough to shoot directly through the armored bodies of the soldiers on the city wall from such a long distance.
The flaming arrow drew a strange line of red in the night sky. With the soldiers paying close attention, it passed over the soldiers' heads and sank into the wall behind them.
The arrows were wrapped with strips of cloth. It was obvious that the archers only used this method to convey messages.
One soldier pulled out the arrow and took out the cloth strip wrapped around the arrow. The other soldier moved the torch in his hand closer and finally saw what was on the cloth strip, and he suddenly showed uncontrollable surprise.
Another flaming arrow sank into the wall of the city wall in the same way, and the soldier took it off again and read it.
After that, the third, fourth, and fifth branches shot into the wall continuously.
The soldiers were surprised and looked at each other. They didn't know who it was that dared to impeach the imperial official in such a way. With such a punch and attack, it seemed that there would be a bloody storm in the court...
After taking off all the banners from the arrows, a city guard captain climbed onto the city wall at this moment. It seemed that he already knew the contents of the banner. After collecting all the banners, he told the soldiers not to reveal what happened tonight.
Then he mounted the fast horse that had been prepared and ran towards the palace.
-----------------------------------------------The dim candlelight, the warm stove, the red gauze
The bed curtains and the light fragrance of Longyan. It is still cold outdoors in early spring, but the spring scenery in the Fengying Palace is difficult to hide.
But the words spoken on the bed were somewhat helpless and incongruous.
Yuchi Haotian's heavy breathing with some anger could be heard from time to time.
"Your Majesty, please don't be like this! It must be because you are tired these past few days that this situation has occurred."
Mo Zihan opened her mouth and kissed Yuchi Haotian all the way down her neck, who was about to untie the skirt of her nightgown.
"You are so young, you still have martial arts skills, and your body is strong. You won't always be like this."
After listening to Mo Zihan's words, Yuchi Haotian turned over in bed dejectedly, lying upright on the bed, staring straight at the bed curtain.
He really couldn't figure out why he couldn't get hard down there.
Not long ago, he could do it several times a day...
But the day before yesterday, when he went to Concubine Chang's palace, he discovered this problem.
At that time, he thought he was like this because he was tired, but yesterday when he went to Concubine Chang's palace with the idea of compensating for not having enough fun the night before, the situation was still the same.