Bailang traveled in a hurry, but in a few days he had already passed Shandong and reached the foot of the capital. No matter how tall the walls of the Eight-Armed Nezha City were, they could not stop Bailang's Qinggong. He soon entered Beijing at night and still found an inn.
Stay. The climate in the North is far from comparable to that in the south of the Yangtze River. Bailang feels that it is quite dry, and there is a lot of sand and dust in the wind. If it rains, I am afraid it will pollute the streets - but the streets are also dusty.
, not much better.
Bailang washed himself up and asked the waiter to buy a set of clothes at a ready-made clothing store. When he woke up at the scheduled time, the sky was not bright yet. In fact, there were no court meetings in the Qing Dynasty, that is, in the
It only happens on specific festivals, usually just to listen to the government at the door. What Bailang did was to "borrow clothes" from a certain prince's palace not far away.
Once again, he broke through the wall, and this time Bai Lang also started killing very straightforwardly - as long as he was a man, he killed them all directly, regardless of whether they had children or not. He killed all the way very fast, and soon blocked the middle-aged man in front of him.
Prince - As for what kind of prince he was, Bai Lang didn't bother to ask. "Prince Gong and Prince Diaomao... they are just dead anyway." He looked at the prince and asked before taking action.
"Do you have the official robes of the Ming Dynasty in this room? If not, the robes and armor of military attachés will do. Although the official robes of the Manchu and Qing dynasties are different from the official robes of the Ming Dynasty, the robes and armor of this general are quite similar." Bai Lang held up this guy.
The braid said, "Yes, yes! Bai Shaobao, I must have one here! I have long been displeased with this Tartar stealing the world! I also want to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty!" With the head in Bai Lang's hands, the prince shouted without words.
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How come our ancestors conquered the world with swords, horses, bows and arrows, and their descendants are so weak... Fart! You let my ancestors come alive and take action against Bai Shaobao? I call this a good bird choosing a tree to roost in, and a good minister choosing his master.
Bailang was no longer surprised by this. He wasn't too interested in killing these wimps - the dead guards and servants outside had already made Bailang happy a little. The life and death of a useless prince no longer mattered.
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Sure enough, what he took out was the old prince's thing. It was well maintained, but it was a little small. Bailang gestured and finally threw it aside, "That's it. I originally wanted to make a splash, but now it seems that I went in and chopped it up."
After everything has been done, Hongli’s brothers and son will also be chopped off. Then everyone will compete for the throne... Do you think I should kill everyone with the surname of Boarskin? Including you? "
The guy who still didn't pay attention to his name was shaking his head wildly, "Young Master, spare your life! I'm an anti-Qing Dynasty and restoration of the Ming Dynasty! Whose surname is Boar Skin? My surname is Jin!" Bai Lang laughed and threw this man to the ground.
, the figure just moved and floated out.
The guards stationed in front of the Meridian Gate looked at the man who was strutting towards the Meridian Gate. At the same time, the officials involved in politics ran around frantically, completely exposing Bai Lang to the sight of the people inside the Forbidden City. The gate was closing, although
He knew it was useless, but he still tried to close the door. Bailang stood in front of the door and kicked it hard. When the door shook, he also used the force to jump, stretched out his hand to grab it and used the force again, and then stood in front of the Meridian Gate.
superior.
The guards fled directly. Who knows what the Qing Dynasty is like now... If Bailang doesn't come, everyone is a loyal minister and a filial son. When Bailang comes, they will naturally go to their own places. Some Han ministers tried to stop Bailang, but Bailang just looked at it.
Looking at them with contempt, these people also felt resentful, and finally died at the hands of Bai Lang. Bai Shaobao has never been a good person, and anyone who dared to block his way was prepared to be beaten to death.
Will Qianlong put on makeup and flee? It's possible, very possible - Bailang is still in the three main halls in front of him. There are guards and ministers here, and there are many leaders. It's hard to say whether Qianlong will hide there.
Among them, if it is a harem, it will be easier to handle. Anyone without chickens is not Qianlong. How simple. Qianlong was not too old at this time, that is, he was in his forties. Bailang still recognized the emperor with his keen eyes.
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"It's not the beard-blowing and staring-eyed Huang Ama, but the suave Ding Xie - how did this Zhan guard capture him? If it was this one, how could the mere Zhan guards and the heads of the Red Flower Club keep him?
Live in Chu Xiangshuai?" Bai Lang had this idea immediately after seeing Qianlong, a middle-aged man who had the aura of an emperor. There was no mistake, this middle-aged man had a look of disgust on his face when he was running for his life, it was definitely very familiar.
Bai Lang looked around, and he didn't know where Chen Huaixiu was, but he still thought it was pretty good. Of course, it was normal for the emperor and his ministers to discuss matters without concubines, so it was normal not to see Chen Huaixiu who might be there. In front of Qianlong, the ministers who swore to defend Qianlong to the death and
There were still guards. Amidst the series of "Escort!", at least forty or fifty people stopped in front of Bailang. "They all look like warriors who are not afraid of death. Okay! I'll satisfy you! I'll be here soon.
Hack to death!"
Bai Lang gave a ferocious laugh, Qianlong - the one who looks like this and wears yellow robes is not Qianlong. Bai Lang's name is written upside down! Since Qianlong has been locked by his energy and gaze, he will definitely not be able to run away. Wait until Bai Lang kills everyone who dares to stop him.
Then he can go and attack the Qing emperor. "I hope this...it seems hard to say." The martial arts of these people in front of them are pretty good, and they should be masters that the Qing Dynasty can recruit.
Individually, it should be close to the Fire Hand Judge, not as good as the Fire Hand Judge, but not far away. And the number of people is still larger, especially some of them should have been in the military, and formed a military formation to try to surround Bailang. So Tamao
There are fishing nets with gold threads and hooks, just thinking about whether they can drag and trap Bai Lang, and then think of a way. The results of the attack on the canal have not yet reached the capital, but there is no need to do so - Bailang is coming
It means that those people failed.
Bailang took a breath, and used the martial arts of Nan Dou Sheng Fist. The fishing net was broken with a single stroke of his hands, and the scratching hook that was thrown over was cut off the rope with two fingers. As for wanting to intercept him? Bailang raised his hand.
The most deadly weapon in the world, and it seems to be a very pure external martial arts - tearing a living person apart is a trivial matter, but a punch will leave a big hole in the body, and martial arts masters are no different from tofu in front of him.
No matter how much he wants to serve the emperor, he will still be afraid of the bloody scene in front of him. Once he is afraid, he will inevitably move slowly and reveal flaws. Bailang passed through these flaws and stood directly in front of Qianlong and grabbed him with his claws. As expected, it was like Bailang.
As if he felt something in his heart, the emperor unfolded a folding fan with a loud bang, directly attracting Bai Lang's claw. The internal power of his move was so exquisite that Zhan Wei might not be able to match him.
"Ah, if it's the person who blows his beard and glares, I'm afraid his head has already been handed over by now... Let's see how your Qinggong goes?" Bai Lang laughed and clapped his hand.