Some people may look down on Dali City because it is located in the western border and is remote and isolated, but in fact, in the world city rankings of this era, it ranked fourteenth. And before it, most of them were from the Song Dynasty.
City. Therefore, although its prosperity cannot be compared with Bianjing City, it is far above most cities in the world.
At least Europe in this era is incomparable...
Although Dali is not as bustling with tourists as Bianjing City at night, there are still many young men wearing white linings, velvet collared jackets and short aprons, holding lanterns in one hand and holding their beloved girls in the other.
On the street where the starlight and the fragrance of flowers meet, there is sweet love talk.
In the distance, an unknown person pulled the three strings of the faucet and sang the sultry ballad:
‘Little love sister, we are a couple of two rivers.
We are two fishes from two rivers, meeting at the confluence.
The bees want to pick candy canes, and the goldfish wants to taste the sea water.
The water wants the fish to come, the fish wants the water, just waiting to meet...'
The singing was carried by the pleasant breeze at the turn of spring and summer to the streets and alleys of Dali City, and also to the ears of the two people on the carriage.
‘How could there be an assassination in such a beautiful place?’ Song Duanping did not say anything, but he hoped in his heart that the peace of this paradise could be maintained forever.
‘Whoosh whoosh whoosh…’ Suddenly there was the sound of bowstrings, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded from all directions, breaking his literary and artistic accent.
Several short arrows passed through the window and were firmly nailed to the inner wall of the carriage.
"There is an assassin!" Outside the carriage, there were shouts, the sound of weapons, and screams: "Protect your lord!"
"Kill!" More than a hundred assassins dressed in black came from all directions with weapons raised high. Many of them also held hand crossbows and were extremely well-equipped.
The guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion were on the outermost level. They were killed and injured in the first wave of bows and arrows. At this moment, they were even bearing the crazy hand-to-hand attacks of the assassins.
The assassins' martial arts are surprisingly strong, and they are not afraid of death. Their attacks are fatal, and those who hit them will become slaves, and no one will be spared.
"Be careful, there is blood on their swords!" A guard from the Prime Minister's Mansion noticed something strange and loudly reminded his companions.
Because he was attending a banquet in the city, Chen Ke only brought a few dozen guards, plus dozens of guards from the Prime Minister's Palace. The number was not as large as that of the other party, and the other party was highly skilled in martial arts and extremely fierce. And the weapons were poisonous.
In the blink of an eye, the guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion were hacked to pieces.
Fortunately, at this time, the guards of the Imperial City Division also calmed down from their panic. Under the leadership of Monk Xuanyu and Wang Shao, they joined the battle group.
Xuanyu's kung fu has improved again, and a fine steel Zen staff has made him perfect. When he dances like splashing water, one person can defeat four or five people.
Wang Shao didn't expect that this young monk who devoutly visited eminent monks everywhere on weekdays would be so skilled in martial arts. He couldn't help but feel competitive. He shook the long sword in his hand and forced the two people in front of him to retreat. "Xiao Yu'er, let's compete."
Bar!"
"Compared to what?"
"Let's see who kills more people."
"Amitabha." Xuan Yu proclaimed the Buddha's name and smashed a head with a stick.
Only then did Wang Shao realize that the young monk appeared to be loyal, but was actually treacherous. He quickly stepped forward with his sword, rushing left and right, stabbing his opponent's vitals with each sword.
Under the leadership of these two masters, the guards' morale was high. They did not collapse like the Dali guards and could withstand the opponent's attack.
On the carriage, Chen Ke and Song Duanping originally planned to go down to help in the battle. But seeing that the guards had stabilized their position, they were not in a hurry to go down... They are not in the dark like Xuan Yu and Wang Shao, who have passed through thousands of flowers.
Ye Buzhishen's supreme master, it would be uneconomical if he died of poisonous poison.
Let's stay in the carriage and wait for Dali's reinforcements... It's not far from the palace. The Imperial Guards must have heard it and will probably be here in no time.
However, Dali's imperial army did not arrive for a long time, but the guards of Song Dynasty arrived first.
During the fierce battle, footsteps came one after another in the distance, the torches were bright, and the guards could be heard shouting: "Don't leave, assassin!"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the assassins hurriedly retreated like a tide. Some of them had no time to get dumped, so they did not hesitate to turn their weapons upside down and pierce their own bodies...
Seeing that the overall situation outside had been decided, Chen Ke breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and said, "Let's do it, and make sure it's done correctly."
"How about you do it yourself..."
"I have no interest in self-harm."
"Then I'm welcome..."
'puff……'
"Oh, your uncle's..."
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At this time, the Dali Imperial Guards finally arrived. A large group of guards surrounded the carriage on three levels, and the alarm was completely lifted.
Seeing the corpses strewn on the street, the commander of the Dali Kingdom was frightened. He nodded and bowed his head and apologized, and asked if he could hurt the gentlemen.
Li Quan kicked him twice angrily and cursed: "If our lords hurt a single hair, your Bird Palace in Dali will have to be demolished!" After saying that, he came to the car and asked: "Sir, are you okay?"
When I opened the car door, I was shocked - I saw Chen Ke was hit by an arrow in the ribs, leaning in Song Duanping's arms, half of his body was stained red with blood.
"My lord has been hit by an arrow." Song Duanping shouted, his face like steel: "Go back to the hotel quickly!"
In the Dali Palace, Duan Silian had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by his captain of the bodyguard.
Duan Silian's sleep quality was extremely poor. He was just a little sleepy when he was woken up again. Naturally, he was upset and said angrily: "Why are you so panicked?"
"Your Majesty, something bad has happened. The Song envoy was assassinated. The deputy envoy was hit by a poisonous arrow. His life is in danger!"
This report was more refreshing than anything else. Duan Silian jumped up from the bed. He didn't bother to put on his shoes, so he opened the bead curtain and said, "Can you say it again?"
The captain of the guard told the details.
"How is the envoy of the Song Dynasty now?" Duan Silian was frightened. If the envoy of the Song Dynasty died in Dali, the Song Dynasty would definitely be furious.
"The danger is gone. The assassin's weapons are all tempered with the poison that seals the throat with blood."
"Ah..." Duan Silian's face turned even paler: "Send the imperial doctor to the Concierge Hotel quickly. Also close the city gates. No one is allowed to open the door without my order. At the same time, we will search the whole city to find the murderer!"
After the three decrees were issued, the city of Dali fell into chaos. The imperial guards went out with fire all night, knocking on doors and searching for the assassin's whereabouts.
How many people were sleepless this night...
Duan Silian, the Emperor of Dali, walked barefoot in the palace for a long time, and then called his generals. He issued several secret orders, ordered them to change clothes, and went out of the palace to visit the guesthouse.
Before him, the Gao family had already arrived. Because the assassination occurred on the way back from the Gao family's banquet, Gao Zhisheng and his son visited the Concierge Hotel overnight, but were blocked by angry guards. To put it bluntly, it was still...
Got shut down.
"Father, let's go back." Gao Shengtai turned around helplessly.
"Alas..." Gao Zhisheng seemed to have aged several years. He sighed and got into the carriage with the help of his son.
"Who is so bold?" Gao Shengtai followed the car and sat down opposite his father. He said softly: "How dare you frame us?"
"I don't know either," Gao Zhisheng sighed: "Have you caught the assassin?"
"They are all dead soldiers, and there are no survivors." Gao Shengtai said: "But look at the weapons. They are all scimitars commonly used by the Nong people."
"Impossible, unless they are tired of living." Gao Zhisheng shook his head.
"Who could that be?" Gao Shengtai asked, "The Yang family?"
"It's unlikely for the Yang family. Although Yang Yunxian is a little heartless, there is no need for him to send people to assassinate the Song envoy in order to destroy the Duan family's hope of canonization." Gao Zhisheng frowned and said: "If the Song army is introduced to Dali, he will still
How to rebel?"
"Then who else is there? Is it Duan Silian?"
"He doesn't have the guts." Gao Zhisheng shook his head and said, "What's more, the Song envoy died in Dali, how could he ask for canonization?"
"There's really no one left," Gao Shengtai said helplessly: "These are a bunch of people who came out of nowhere!"
"Don't guess if you can't guess. Let's deal with the present first." Gao Zhisheng listened to the sounds of war and chaos coming from the city. He sighed and said: "Tomorrow I will go to Temo Road in person and let the Nong people take care of Nong Zhigao.
Hand it over."
"That's all we can do..." Gao Shengtai also sighed. The most important thing now is not to give the Song army an excuse to invade eastern Yunnan.
While the father and son were talking, the guard outside reported that the emperor had also arrived.
Gao Shengtai opened the curtains and saw Duan Silian's father-in-law being carried into the hotel. Just now they were blocked from the door, but Duan Silian went in. This difference made the faces of the Gao family and his son particularly ugly.
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The next morning, Beijing and Yin reported the news of the attack on the Song envoy yesterday. Only then did many officials who were kept in the dark know the reason for the attack on the whole city last night.
Of course, more people have known about it for a long time and are watching the development of the situation with anxiety.
"This is the biggest crisis in Dali. I announce..." Although Duan Silian had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, his expression was very different from the past. His eyes swept across the ministers, and finally fell on Yang and Gao, and said in a deep voice
Said: "From now on, the capital is on alert, the city gates are closed, and the assassins are being searched! No one is allowed to leave the city without my order."
"Not even me and the Prime Minister?" Yang Yunxian's face looked ugly. He was about to start, but something like this happened, and the old guy naturally became angry. Now that he heard Duan Silian say this again, he couldn't help but get angry.
"It's not that I want to restrict the Grand Master," Duan Silian explained with a habitual smile: "This is for the Song envoys to see. They must catch the murderer. Only by being sincere to the best of our ability can we appease their anger."
"Hmph..." Duan Silian used the Song envoy to suppress him. Yang Yunxian really had no choice. He was already suspected. If he had to clamor to leave the capital, how could the people of the Song Dynasty not suspect him?
"In addition," Duan Silian stood up and said in a deep voice: "We need to send a mission to explain this matter to the Song Dynasty..."
Sorry, it’s an unusual time and I can’t update well... I had another problem last night and went to the hospital early this morning. I’m scheduled to be hospitalized on Sunday and have a baby on Monday. I promise that I’ll be back to normal updates within a week at most. In addition, I will write carefully tonight and tomorrow.
