Five hundred and fiftieth IX people can not get carried away
"The thief Yang Lin kidnapped King Ming, causing darkness and darkness, and the people were in dire straits. I saw Yang Lin once at the beginning of the year, and six dragon claws had grown out of his hands and two dragon horns on his head. Give him some more time,
If King Ming is killed by him, this thief will turn into a dragon. At that time, all the people in the world will forever be under the lustful power of this beast!"
What Zhong Xiang said was true, and everyone below was extremely nervous when they heard it. They wanted to knock down the traitor immediately and rescue King Ming.
"If he succeeds, we will all die, and everyone will become his food and be swallowed up one by one."
In a fishing village by Dongting Lake, Zhong Xiang raised his arms and countless foolish people responded, and a rebellion was about to begin.
The long night is coming to an end, and the east is slightly white.
Less than ten miles to the north of the ancient building is the famous Huarong Road.
The dangerous peaks on both sides of the bank are towering, the rock walls are cut, the river is surging, and the rocks are rushing torrents, which is particularly spectacular.
The two Zhejiang soldiers sent by Zhang Shuye to support the Duwei Mansion meandered along the rugged valley. When they encountered rapids blocking the road, they looked for slow water and crossed the river in batches.
This was the first group to set off. They were originally Huzhou soldiers and horses, led by Wu Yi, the regiment training envoy.
Wu Yi was anxious to go and quell the chaos. Governor Zhang said it was so serious. He didn't want to delay by the river. He urged the team to start before they could cross the river.
The captain in charge of the escort was angry, but you sat in the car and yelled. It's not that easy for brothers to climb mountains and wade on two legs.
I didn't dare to say these words clearly, so I had to let the two people who crossed the river in advance protect the carriage and set off first.
Before they had traveled two miles, several huge boulders suddenly rolled down from the peaks on both sides. Several soldiers were unable to escape and died under the rocks.
Then a whistle sounded, and hundreds of people armed with various assorted weapons jumped out from the trees on both sides.
"Quick! Let's go!" Wu Yi, who was in a panic to save his life, kept urging the coachman. He was a civil servant, but he was demoted from Jiangnan Province and was appointed as a regiment coach in Huzhou because of his mistakes.
The coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage ran wildly through the rugged canyon.
Wu Yi was shaken from side to side in the car, and her whole body was about to fall apart. She could barely breathe a sigh of relief as she heard the collision of weapons and the shouts of killing gradually becoming less audible.
But before he could catch his breath, there was a sudden muffled sound, and he hit somewhere. The car tilted and Wu Yi's head hit the wall of the carriage hard, causing stars to pop out in front of his eyes.
"What's going on?!" Wu Yi leaned out of the car curtain and was about to reprimand the driver for his troubles. But when he saw the bleeding hole in the driver's throat, he was scared to swallow the rest of his words.
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Seven people in red clothes gathered around. The leader rushed forward and pulled Wu Yi out of the car, and threw him up. The others ignored Wu Tuanlian, who was beaten to pieces, and rushed to the car for a while.
Turn around.
"Dharma protector, this is not Zhang Shuye!"
When Wu Yi heard this, he cursed in his heart, you stupid thieves, of course this is not Zhang Shuye. If I were Zhang Shuye, surrounded by capable soldiers and horses, would I be able to let you succeed?
Although he was scolding in his heart, he was very aware of current affairs in his mouth. He struggled and knelt down and said: "Fellow heroes, we have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the recent days. The Zhang Shuye you are looking for is still in Jiangnan Province at this time. Feel free to take the banknotes in the box.
, if it’s not enough, I’ll get it for you when I go back.”
Zhong Xiang sneered and said: "You don't need to worry about a dying person. We will break the state capital and go to your house to get it."
Wu Yi never expected that Jingchu really had a rebel. Zhang Shuye had given an order when he came, but everyone took it as a joke.
In this bright world, what are you rebelling against? Don’t you know how powerful the imperial court is now? Don’t you know how capable the border troops are? Don’t you know how powerful the new troops in the Beijing camp are?
"I am an official of the imperial court and you... how dare you... dare to kill... kill..." Seeing that the other party was about to rebel, Wu Yi was so frightened that she could not even speak.
All the people in red laughed.
"Dharma Protector, this imperial court is full of trash. What's there to be afraid of? Why don't we kill him today to sacrifice the flag."
A man holding a single sword raised his sword and slashed at Wu Yi. The head rolled down and blood spurted out.
In Jingchu, a small-scale civil unrest is quietly evolving.
The Northern Song Dynasty court suppressed the people for decades; after Yang Lin's palace coup, it suppressed the Jiangnan gentry; the resurgence of two major cults...
This series of hidden dangers finally erupted at this time.
After Zhong Xiang raised his troops, Yang Yao, the Mingjiao leader, rose up in Fangtai Mountain not far away.
Wang Jingang led the Maitreya disciples to attack Qinghua Town overnight and completely wiped out the defenders of Ao Mountain Stronghold.
In Tianping Prefecture in the south of the Yangtze River, Huo Chengfu and others, who were supported by the gentry, rebelled brazenly with the encouragement of the Gu family.
Song Jiang was still on the road, Zhang Shuye had not yet arrived, and the situation in Jingchu was already like a spark igniting a prairie fire.
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Two red and crimson mandarin duck embroidered pillows were stacked together. Yang Lin lay high on them, with his hands under his neck and a contented smile on his face.
This is Li Ning'er's boudoir. Li Ning'er, a "talented girl" who is famous in Bianliang, is wearing a snow-like moon-white obscene dress, with slender shoulders and a waist, tied with a ribbon around her waist, and a piece of white cloth on her chest. She is squatting beside the bed.
Washing Yang Lin's feet, he squatted there. Under the gauze as thin as cicada's wings, there were two attractive traces of fat jade on the edge of the light-colored tube top. The jade belly was flat and narrow, the navel was round and shallow, and the waist was extremely slim.
Once you hold it, your calves will be slender and white.
There is no reason for Yang Lin to be unhappy. The north is peaceful, the DPRK and China are stable, the New Deal has been checking and fixing every defect, there are no foreign invaders from the surrounding areas, and there are no ministers in the country causing trouble.
The women in the house are also trying their best, and their sons and daughters will soon fill the house.
Li Ning'er herself also had a freshly washed body. Her lips were pink and tender. Although her cheeks were not rouged, they were as light as pink stamens. Her wet black hair was loosely draped down, which reflected the softness and pleasantness of her pretty face.
It gives off a delicate and charming color.
After washing, Li Ning'er took Yang Lin's feet and put them on his chest to wipe away the water droplets. Feeling the softness, Yang Lin was still unfinished and asked with a smile: "I have been in Yunnei for a few days. Is there anything strange going on at home?"
No?"
Li Ning'er took off her obscene clothes, slipped into his arms, smiled with gleaming eyes, and said sweetly: "It's not a big deal, but the master came back once and couldn't see Le'er, so he left early. Before leaving, he took Yang Tian'ai away.
Already."
Yang Lin smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity that I missed the old man. How is my father's health?"
This question was in vain. As expected, Li Ning'er said: "The master came and went in a hurry. Ning'er didn't see him. He heard from Yun Niang's mother."
Yang Lin is still relatively confident about his father. A powerful man who has been around for half his life is used to wind and rain, and cannot be trapped in a deep house.
Feeling the rapid and hot breath of the beauty in his arms against his ears, Yang Lin also felt a little warm in his ears, which he had taught himself.
It's been a while since I filmed a song called "General's Order" with her.