When the emperor was angry, blood flowed and the pestle was floating.

The emperor bleeds, so naturally someone will bleed.

The streets of Chang'an City were filled with soldiers who came out from somewhere. Every street was covered with iron armor, and a stern sensation was scattered in the air.

This atmosphere awakened the same memory of the people of Chang'an City. Five years ago, on such a cold night, the same thing happened in this city.

Countless soldiers occupied the streets, standing like stone statues. They stared at the end of the Suzaku Street, waiting for the birth of the next king of the Tang Empire.

The current emperor is the winner of that year.

But why is this? Today, the emperor is in full swing in the spring and autumn, with millions of soldiers, and no one dares to offend him. Who is so bold and dares to provoke the imperial power?

The people are curious, but not much fear.

What are the people? Whoever is the emperor? They are all the people. No emperor will care about the people. Not to mention changing the emperor, even if there is a dynasty? The world is Yangyang, whose surname is Ying today, whose surname is Liu tomorrow, and whose surname is Li tomorrow, what is the difference for a commoner?

The people are like spectators under the stage. No one will really take them to heart when watching the people on the stage, singing, reciting, and playing.

But some people cannot stay out of the matter. Because these people are not the common people, whoever becomes the emperor is very important to them, very important!

...

Cheng Yaojin was full and drunk, and was about to sleep, but his right eyelid kept twitching, making him unable to sleep. Sitting up, the bright moonlight reflected into the room, shining brightly. His two axes were hung on the shelf on the wall. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, except for the axe blade, the rest seemed to have a layer of dust falling from the rest.

Cheng Yaojin put on his clothes, took the axe off the shelf, and wiped it gently. If his memory was not wrong, the axe had not drunk blood for five years. The last time the person who died under the axe was a lieutenant under Li Yuanji. On that bloody night, he split the man into two pieces in order to save Li Shimin trapped in the siege.

"Old guy, I know your intentions, but... I'm old, and I don't know if I have any chance to fight with you again in my life."

Cheng Yaojin murmured to himself. Before he finished speaking, a mess of footsteps suddenly came. Cheng Yaojin came to the yard with his eyebrows and an axe, shouted, "What's wrong? Where is the person? Here!"

The housekeeper hurried in and shouted, "Master, Your Majesty has an order!"

When the order came at night, Cheng Yaojin knew it would be no small matter and immediately said, "Please please!"

Wei Fu came to the courtyard and had no time to salute, saying, "Report to Duke Su, the valley outside His Majesty was assassinated and injured, and he sent a decree to lead the troops to protect the enemy!"

Cheng Yaojin frowned and said, "Who are you and what token do you have?"

"The Jinyiwei of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, here is the token." Wei Fu took out a jade pendant from his sleeve. This was Li Shimin's possession. Cheng Yaojin took it and carefully identified it. He asked again: "Where is Your Majesty? Can the assassination be executed?"

"Your Majesty is recuperating in Xiaoyao Valley in the south of the city. The thieves took advantage of the situation. Fortunately, the Marquis of Zhulu fought to protect each other, so they were able to be fully prepared. There were ten thieves, four died and six injured, and they are now being interrogated."

"Marquis Zhulu? Li Mu?" Cheng Yaojin frowned and thought for a moment, snorted, and said, "This kid is so shameless. He is obviously looking for him. His Majesty was injured by accident, and he has tried his best to protect him! Then, what's the matter now, where is the Cheng family?!"

When the housekeeper heard this, he raised his hand and tore off the outer robe, exposed the leather armor inside, and yelled with his neck: "I will be here!"

"Beat the drum, click the troops, and go out of the city to protect the carriage!"

"Abide by the order!"

The two ran out as if they were injected with chicken blood. Cheng Yaojin looked at Wei Fu and said, "Do you only come here to preach orders? Does Your Majesty have any other orders?"

"The Duke of Returning to China has another decree for General Hou."

"Hou Junji..." Cheng Yaojin's mouth curled up a playful smile and said, "Go, I'll send a team of personal guards to protect you, don't miss the situation."

"Thank you!" Wei Fu bowed and said with a leave. Cheng Yaojin weighed the axe in his hand and looked up at the moon hanging in the sky. He didn't know if it was dazzled. The cold moonlight reflected a red edge at some point.

...

Wei Fu took Cheng Yaojin's personal guard out and rushed to Zhuque Street. He pretended to suddenly remember something important and handed over the command to Cheng Yaojin's personal guard. He left, used his light skills, leaped through the room and came to Wang Ou's mansion.

Somehow, Pangda, who used to sleep early, couldn't coax him to sleep. Wang Ou was worried about this. At this moment, Wei Fu came. Wang Ou didn't want Pangda to see Wei Fu, so he asked through the door: "What happened again?"

"Report to the saint, the emperor was assassinated!"

Wang Ou's heart immediately became irritated. He knew that Li Shimin had gone to the valley. When Li Shimin and Empress Changsun left the city in the afternoon, a spy came to report it to her. The emperor was assassinated in the valley. Doesn't it mean that Li Mu was in danger?

Wang Ou asked anxiously: "How about Zhulu Hou?"

"The Marquis is safe, and the emperor's wrist is injured."

Wang Ou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Through the door, Wei Fu didn't know what Wang Ou was reacting, so he had to repeat everything he saw completely.

Wang Ou stroked Pangda's hair again and listened to Wei Fu's narration. The cold color in her eyes became increasingly thicker, and her whole body exuded a cold breath. What was even more creepy was that her pupils had changed shape, three-pointed like human eyes, and seven-pointed like snake eyes. Pangda saw this scene and was so scared that she arched her head into the quilt and never dared to show her head again.

"You mean, assassinating the emperor is fake, but is it true that assassinating my husband?"

Wei Fu swallowed his saliva and replied carefully: "Subordinate, guess, guess."

The room was silent for a long time, and suddenly, Wei Fu heard a very small sound. He subconsciously looked for the source of the sound and suddenly discovered that a small black snake about two inches long was downstream from the beam of the house. It was so black, like night, hidden perfectly. If he didn't stare at it carefully, he would not be able to find it at all.

Wei Fu recognized the origin of the snake and instinctively tensed up all over his body. Although the little snake was only two inches long and could be killed by raising his feet with his skills, he did not dare to move at all, and let the little snake get in along his trousers.

"Take it with you and ask for the origin of the assassin. No matter who dares to assassinate my husband, no matter who he is."

"There must be paid!"

...

Heaven and earth.

The lift was running creakingly, and Li Yourong brought a cup of tea.

"Dongdong!"

"Come in."

Li Yourong pushed open the door and brought tea into the house. He saw Li Yuan standing by the window, with the window open and the wind blew into the house, making the temperature in the house very low.

Li Yourong put the tea next to him, brought a big cloak for Li Yuan to put on, and stood beside him with his hands, without saying anything more.

The sound of the captain scolding the soldiers came from outside the window, which seemed very noisy. But Li Yuan did not look surprised at all, as if he had been accustomed to all this. A quarter of an hour ago, Hou Junji came and brought news and soldiers.

There were more than a thousand soldiers around the heaven and earth. All around were full of soldiers and inside. After leaving the fifth floor where Li Yuan was sleeping, all of them were full of soldiers.

There are many people, and it is inevitable that there are noisy, so the lieutenant scolded him, but they are more noisy and annoying.

Li Yuan pointed out the window and said, "Five years ago, when your father died, it was almost the same. It was a little rainy, and I remember it raining that day."

Li Yourong didn't speak. She was not Li Jiancheng's daughter, but just borrowed this identity. She didn't know what expression she should have in such an occasion, whether she was gloating or worried.

She didn't know how to do it, so she could only make herself look expressionless.

Li Yuan turned around and looked at Li Yourong. Seeing that she had no expression, he sighed and said, "I am so confused. When I see Jing, I just say something I shouldn't say. Yourong, Grandpa Huang told you this, not that you want you to hate your second uncle. Their brother's affairs have nothing to do with you. Your father has never raised you, and you can't make you bear hatred for him. I just want to tell you that five years ago was similar to now."

Li Yourong saw the worry on Li Yuan's face, and she couldn't help but wonder, is this old man worried about his son? Did he think of Li Jiancheng or was he worried about Li Shimin?

After hesitating for a while, Li Yourong said, "Uncle Second, there will be no problem, right?"

"He has experienced many battles in his life." Li Yuan actually smiled and asked without answering a question, "Child, you have read a lot of books during this period. Have you ever seen in the book that a generation of heroes and heroes choked to death by steamed buns?"

Li Yourong shook his head and thought to himself, even if he was choked to death by a steamed bun, how could such a thing be recorded in history books?

"Even if the hero is at the end of his life, he will not die at the hands of a slut, let alone this time, he was not going to rush to him."

Li Yourong was puzzled and blurted out: "It's not for the second uncle, could it be for Li Mu?"

"Isn't that true?" Li Yuan closed the window, sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said, "Li Mu is too anxious. He actually wants to touch the roots of those aristocratic families. He is anxious to jump over the wall."

After all, he is a hero who ends the troubled times. Li Yuan is better than Li Shimin's understanding of aristocratic families: "However, Li Mu is not easy to mess with. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. After suffering such a big loss, how could he not take revenge? Look, there will be a bloody storm in these few days."

"Grandpa Emperor thinks he can succeed?"

"Whether success or failure is in the will of heaven, in the current situation, in luck, and in humans' cause. I have seen countless people in my life, and Li Mu is the most special one. If he fails, no one can succeed."

Li Yuan put down the teacup and said, "You should rest too, don't worry about those soldiers, they won't behave like that."

"Um."

Li Yourong responded and went downstairs with a teacup, but was thinking about her last question in her heart. Li Yuan seemed to have answered, but he seemed to have no answer. She really wanted to know whether Li Mu could succeed.

...

After receiving the order, Hou Junji made his mansion a temporary prison, and led the left and right garrisons with his family's personal soldiers. He first blocked all the city gates in the southeast, southwest and northwest, and then martial law was imposed on all neighbors. Then, he began to arrest and arrest house by house.

There were three provinces and six ministries, and Hou Jun could not manage it, so he had a solution. He notified the news and sent troops to the valley. Wang Gui and Wei Zheng were also among them. As for the officials with smaller ranks than him, who were also from a family, a large family, and aristocratic family background, he was embarrassed, so he could only invite him to the mansion for tea for the time being.

It’s not that there is no resistance, but when the butcher knife is raised, the smart people still choose to give up resistance. Hou Junji is famous for his stubbornness in war, and he is brave but not wise. Simply put, I will do whatever my boss asks me to do. His boss is Li Shimin. If Li Shimin asks him to arrest people, he will faithfully do this. Whoever dares to resist, he will chop off a few heads and make up his military achievements.

Wang Gui and Wei Zheng were in the carriage, under the protection of a group of soldiers, sailed towards the valley in the night. Wang Gui looked desperate at this moment. After receiving the news, he felt that he could not survive. Not only did he not survive, but the Wang family in Taiyuan was also a disaster.

The leader was actually named Wang. This was what he said from the head lieutenant who had made a big face. He was only looking forward to the fact that the head lieutenant was a nonsense. If it was true, it would be a disaster.

Not only was a fast horse passing by, Wang Gui put down the curtain and said to Wei Zheng: "This is Li Mu's conspiracy!"

Wei Zheng sneered and said, "At this point, is it useful for such words? Do you say yes? I say yes? Now Your Majesty is injured, and the assassin has caught him. There are six living words! Will Your Majesty believe you or Li Mu? Now you can only pray to God and worship Buddha. Don't have children from each family in the six living words. Anyone will be a disaster!"

Wang Gui said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty will not ignore it. If he takes action against the family, the world will be in chaos!"

"Your Majesty is the founding emperor. He fought in all directions and died at his hands. There are more than tens of millions of people. Have you forgotten five years ago? If you get angry, he can't do anything! Will he care about chaos? Maybe it's his will to be in chaos!"

"No, it's impossible!" Wang Gui was like a drowning man, trying desperately to grab a straw, grabbed Wei Zheng's sleeve, and said, "Your Majesty cannot ignore it. If he takes action, all the major tribes in Shandong will rebel. Will he kill all the people?"

"It's not scary to kill all of them, what's scary is..." Wei Zheng looked at Wang Gui and said word by word: "I don't know who will kill!"

Wang Gui's face was pale and said, "What do you mean? What do you mean!"

Wei Zheng said coldly: "I'll ask you, what is the crime of assassinating the emperor?"

"The sins are not to be forgiven, and the nine clans will be punished!"

"Your Majesty is kind and only punishes the evil ones. How will each family choose?"

"This..." Wang Gui was just confused, not stupid. Wei Zheng Shao gave him some advice and he figured it out. Li Shimin would not easily go to war with the aristocratic family, but the aristocratic family was even more unwilling to go to war with the imperial power. If it was a death-death battle, he might have to fight to the death, but what if there was a side of the net?

As a clan, Wang Gui knew too well what happened to the clan. The clan was not a monolith, on the contrary, the clan was a mess. If Li Shimin had a side, the clan would definitely choose to abandon some people and give Li Shimin an explanation.
Chapter completed!