The Qilian Mountains are known as Wanbao Mountain, and contain a wide variety of minerals and tree species with excellent quality. The mountains run from northwest to southeast, long from east to west and wide from north to south. "Qilian" is a Hu language, and its sky is "Qilian", so the Qilian Mountains mean "Tianshan" among the Hu people. Because they are located south of the Hexi Corridor, they have important strategic significance in the northwest area.

More than five hundred years ago, this place belonged to the Hu clan. Later, under the Zhao State's offensive, it finally took the Qilian Mountains for itself, and opened up the Hexi Corridor and broke into trade with the Western Regions. After losing this mountain range, the Hu people shouted: "Losing my Qilian Mountains will make my livestock live without a surviving life, and making my married wife look colorless." It can be seen that the importance of the Qilian Mountains to the northwest.

When I stepped into this mysterious mountain range, Qingyan couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy. Unexpectedly, the scenery of this remote mountain range is not inferior to that of the Tielli Mountains, Wuyi Mountains, etc. in the south.

It was the fourth day of entering Qilian Mountains. Qingyan held the unlucky disciple of Wanbeast Palace to quickly shuttle through the mountains. Because the road was very rugged and the horses were too big, Qingyan sent both of their horses to a herdsman's home at the foot of the mountain.

"We have been leaving for four days. You said you would definitely arrive at the Wanbeast Palace within three or four. You kid are not scheming, right?"

"I'm wronged! The villain was in a hurry before, and forgot that it was winter now. If it was spring and flowers bloom, it would definitely be there in four days." Seeing Qingyan's face unkind, he quickly explained: "But now it's not far from Wanbeast Palace, and there are only more than thirty miles at most."

"Li Lu is over thirty, right?" Qing Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Lying down."

"Big, hero! Although the villain is not as skilled as others, he will become your prisoner, if you want to do something about Longyang, the villain would rather die than obey!"

Qingyan said with a cold chill: "Where did you come from so much nonsense?" After that, he kicked the other person and ate the dog and then tied it into a rice dumpling.

"I can say ugly things ahead. If you move around randomly, you will bear all the consequences. I don't want to kill you, but if you fall into the cliff and die, it has nothing to do with me."

The other party hadn't understood what was going on, but suddenly felt that he was being carried up. Then the things around him were about to retreat, leaving Xu Yuan every time he blinked.

When night fell, the two of them had already arrived on a mountain. Qingyan looked at the majestic building complex below and sighed: "I thought the buildings in Peach Blossom Valley were amazing enough. After seeing the Zhaixing Pavilion and Zhanlu Temple, my grandfather is really incomparable."

"You! You are and..."

Before the other party could finish his words, Qingyan cut his palm on the back of the other party's neck. After observing the surroundings, he placed it on a relatively thick branch, and then buckled the rope.

"Although I've done a lot, it didn't harm your life. Whether you have the luck to survive depends entirely on your own luck."

-(I am a dividing line)

Seventeen hours have passed since the fourteen bells that represent the death of Emperor Ling. During this period, the entire Jinling was covered with white mosquitoes, and all the people hung white lanterns in front of their homes, and even a piece of white silk was tied on their belts when traveling to show their memorial to Emperor Ling.

This is true among the people, let alone the soldiers in the army. They don’t even mention white silk, whether it is the hilt of the knife or the teeth of the halberd. They even wear cloaks of hemp clothes outside the armor, causing deep gloom inside and outside the Jinling.

Northeast Taiping Gate

It is the smallest of all the city gates in Jinling. Due to the death of Emperor Ling, Huangquan needed to mobilize troops to assist Jingzhao Prefecture in inspecting the streets, so there were very few Taiping Gate defenders at this time.

Just after midnight, it was time to change defenses. Two hundred soldiers came from a small barracks not far from the city and walked towards Taiping Gate in an orderly manner.

The Jung Sect was furious and led his men to wait for the other party under the city wall. "Tomorrow was a day of rest, but his Majesty suddenly passed away. Alas... helpless." The soldiers around him were shocked when they heard this, but did not make a reminder, for fear that they would be implicated.

After the troops who had changed defense walked to the city gate, the Jung-jun held the hilt and said nothing. He nodded and walked forward. However, as soon as he took two steps, his whole body shook and stopped. "You are not..."

Before he could see the last word "无" was said, blood was already spurting out of the throat of the Jun Men's throat. The soldiers around him were about to draw their swords when they heard the sound of breaking through the air from afar to near. Before he could react, more than 200 people were shot into hedgehogs.

"Release the signal and open the city gate. Everyone is divided into two teams to block the steps of the north and south. Don't let anyone from Xuanwu Camp come down!" The person who gave the order was the guard leader next to Zhao Jing, and the sword was Puyang Zhen, but it was a bit wrong to say this. His sword was now the thing in Yang Qiong's hands.

A firework shot into the sky, colorful. It was very abrupt in the quiet night, especially during the death of Emperor Ling. It would be fine if the sleeping people did not hear it, but the yamen runners who were patrolling the streets and Xuanwu Camp on the city wall were all shocked after seeing the firework.

Puyang Zhen naturally knew that after the signal was released, Huangquan would definitely lead people, but it was too late. Before the city gate opened to its extreme, a slight vibration sounded on the earth.

Two miles away from Taiping Gate, no less than 5,000 cavalrymen rushed over, and there were dense soldiers following behind them. Without a moment, the cavalry as the vanguard rushed into Taiping Gate and entered Jinling City.

After seeing this, Puyang Zhen sneered, he turned over and ran towards Prince Pei's Mansion. At this time, even the sleeping people felt more or less trembling on the earth. After the local people in the northeast walked out of the hospital, they were all shocked and crawled back into the house, and then closed the door and did not dare to breathe.

"Prince, Longxiang Camp has rushed into Jinling and is now heading straight to Taichu Palace as planned. We can now take action." Puyang was unable to hide his excitement. If he succeeded tonight, he would be the minister of the dragon and should be even more rewarded. At that time, let alone the savage sword to return to the original owner, then he would have the final say whether he was a life or a death in the palace.

"Okay! As long as Longxiang Camp rushed into Jinling, the dust will be settled. Let's go to Taichu Palace now and see what is written on the will."

When they arrived at Tongji Gate, the tall vermilion gate had already opened, and there were still undried blood on the ground. The cavalry were alert to the surroundings. When they saw Zhao Xiang and his group, they all dismounted and saluted.

Zhao Xiang didn't know when the last time he was so happy, but this time he would definitely remember it in his heart. He was not in a hurry to walk, but more like walking in this luxurious palace, with priceless leather boots stepping on the white marble avenue, making a rhythmic and crisp sound.

He walked into Jinhua Hall step by step. Zhao Xiang had been here countless times, but he had never been so excited as he was at this time. Looking at the Nine Dragon Chair he had always dreamed of, he could no longer control himself and walked forward quickly.

Extend a slightly trembling hand and caress the Jiulong Chair, feeling the delicate patterns and ice on it

With a cold touch, Zhao Xiang sat up steadily without hesitation, and the sound of unrestrained laughter echoed in the Jinhua Palace in the air.

"See Your Majesty, long live my emperor!" Puyang Zhen took the lead in kneeling down, and the people of the Pei Wang Party who stood up also followed the former and shouted long live.

"Haha...hahaha...all my dear friends!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Xiang looked at the exquisite desk in front of him and saw a scroll on it, "Mr. Lu, it's really a bit of a bad idea for me to read this imperial edict, so you might as well do it for you."

"I am obeying the emperor's order!" Lu Bohao walked to Zhao Xiang with ambition, and was really happy in his heart. He thought to himself that the first imperial edict of the future new king would be read out by himself, which shows his position in Zhao Xiang's heart.

After spreading the imperial edict, Lu Bohao cleared his throat, "Ahem, God..."

Everyone was enjoying this great moment, waiting for the imperial edict of the third emperor of Nan Zhao, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear Lu Bohao continue to say it. At first, he thought it was too excited, but at this moment he looked at the other person's expression and felt a little puzzled.

"My dear, are you too excited and your tongue twitched?" Zhao Xiang was in a good mood at this moment, so he did not blame Lu Bohao.

King, Prince..." Lu Bohao turned around and showed a smile that was ugly than the younger generation.

"Mr. Lu, are you too excited and a little irresistible? The third emperor of Nan Zhao is sitting on the Nine Dragon Chair. How can you call him the prince again when you are now?" Puyang Zhen fully demonstrated the truth of what the emperor is not in a hurry to be anxious about the eunuch.

Lu Bohao didn't care about Puyang's scolding and Zhao Xiang's gloomy expression. After tremblingly handing the imperial edict to Zhao Xiang, he actually knelt down heavily and pressed his head tightly on the brick.

Zhao Xiang felt something was wrong, and ignored Lu Bohao's strange behavior. After looking down at the contents of the imperial edict, his pupils contracted sharply, as if the imperial edict burned his palms and threw it out.

This action made everyone in the hall even more puzzled. When they walked forward to look at the imperial edict on the ground, the air in the hall seemed to condense.

die

This is the only word on the imperial edict, and it is also a word that covers the entire imperial edict.

"Brother, I wonder how you are feeling now?"

The question suddenly sounded in the Jinhua Hall where the needle was heard, which made everyone scream. Puyang Zhen suddenly turned around and looked at the man standing at the door of the hall, and said in shock: "Zhao Jing!?"

"Even if you are the commander of the Prince Pei Mansion, you are not afraid of punishing you if you call me by this?" Zhao Jing looked at the lost person on the Nine Dragon Chair with a calm expression.

"You! How did you pick it up! The entire Taichu Palace and even Jinling are under our control. Without my orders, even a fly cannot fly in!" Puyang Zhen couldn't figure out how the other party came here.

Zhao Jing smiled helplessly and said, "Of course I walked in with a big swagger. Can I still put wings on it? Brother, right?"

"Zhao Jing! Don't talk to me about it, have you tampered with this imperial edict?"

"Before I came here, I actually didn't know this imperial edict at all, but I also knew that the emperor's brother would definitely not believe it." Zhao Jing stood alone outside the hall, "Why would I ask a question? I wonder what the purpose of the emperor's brother leading so many ministers to break into the Jinhua Palace at night? The most important thing is, why are you sitting on the Nine Dragon Chair now?"
Chapter completed!