There were almost no voices in Prince Jing's mansion, and everything was silent in the darkness. The moonlight seemed to be swallowed by the heavy darkness of the bridge. The power sprinkled a slight light, making the pond in front of Li Guichen look even more profound and unfathomable.

The summer air quickly dissolved at the edge of the pond, and the naturally generated faint white mist wrapped around Li Guichen sitting on the bamboo chair by the pond.

There was a glass jar on the stone floor beside Li Guichen, which contained some fireflies. The faint fireflies emitted not like light, but like quietness.

In the huge obsidian pool, an unusual color appeared miraculously.

It was a flawless carp. It seemed to be born from nothingness, swimming leisurely and leisurely at the fishing rod hanging by the water. The frequency of its gill opening and closing coincided with the pulse of the white-haired old man. When Li Yun died, a silver light appeared in the dark pond. The tail fin of the white carp swung, rolling the water flow, and sweeping the light into his body.

At this moment, dirty mud waves appeared at the bottom of the pond, and there seemed to be a dark ghost rolling in the mud waves.

It was a black carp. It seemed to be venting its dissatisfaction at this time. Even through the deep pool of water, it seemed to feel its anger and greed.

There was no ripples in Li Guichen's eyes.

No one can truly make perfect plans, and no one can win forever.

But if he looks at a chess game, if every move is lost, whether Bai Zi wins or Hei Zi wins, he can get enough benefits, then the victory or defeat of this chess game itself has little meaning.

...

Li Yun had already had a clear mind before he died, but he absolutely could not have imagined that in addition to Wang Youshan, who would definitely not be able to visit the underground palace in person, there was also a person in the underground palace who knew the underground palace better than him.

When Li Zhenwo fell into the bronze chariot and rushed into the Imperial Garden hunting ground of the underground palace with the chariot, An Zhilu, whose blood was gushing from her mouth, finally rushed into a huge and cold stone chamber.

The thick lime and charcoal powder covered by the wall were blown by the wind and flew up, obscuring his vision.

Even when the drum sound stopped, the terrifying drum sound seemed to be echoing in his body. Blood was already flowing through his ears and his eyes were blood red.

He could no longer see the scenery in this stone chamber, and his consciousness was almost blurred, but his strong desire to survive still clearly outlined the broken memories in his mind, where those armored clothes were located.

He pounced on the left side of his body.

He roared like a wild beast as his hands pressed against those armor.

Han Chuijin was unable to rush into the stone chamber. He smashed him to the ground like a piece of wood outside the stone chamber door.

As the consciousness seemed to have left his body, he felt someone covering his body with a heavy thing. He felt a torn pain all over his body, and the weight pressed him so hard that he could not breathe. He coughed violently, but his consciousness gradually became clearer.

He saw An Zhilu and the old army had a grey smile that was even worse than crying. Both of them were wearing heavy mail, and their bodies were covered with lime and charcoal powder.

Then he found that he was the same, and he was wearing the same mail.

This mail is a piece of stone armor, with blue-gray stone skin, connected by flat copper strips.

Dong!

When the sound of the war drums sounded again, Han Chuijin felt a tide of vitality falling on his body, but only the stone armor on his body was trembling. In addition to the loud sound, the true energy and flesh in his body were no longer torn.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the corridor behind him, and he suddenly started crying like crazy.

An Zhilu and the old army could understand his mood at this moment.

All the black-armored monks had fallen, and none of them had arrived here alive.

If all these black-armored monks died in the battle formation with the enemy country, then Han Chuijin would not be so painful at this time.

But these black-armored monks are all because of the damn drum sound!

Either he was hit by a bronze chariot or was shocked to death by the sound of drums.

This kind of death made it difficult for him to accept.

An Zhilu was not in the mood to care about Han Chuijin's emotions, and he was seriously injured at this time.

The large amount of blood loss and internal injuries made him feel that he was on the verge of death. He tried his best to adjust his breathing and make his true qi smooth as possible.

A discovery at this time made him feel a little relieved.

The natal Gu in his body clearly realized that his body had reached the verge of collapse, so he was not only doing his best to help him regulate his true qi and blood, but also squeezed out the vitality in his body and helped heal his injuries.

Life can be temporarily saved.

The moment this thought appeared in his mind, he knew that he wanted to let the blood and blood flow in his body flow as smoothly as possible, but his heart was beating violently unconsciously.

There is no gift in this world for no reason.

Wang Youshan gave him a powerful natal Gu, but it was equivalent to controlling his life and death at any time.

He had to do things for Wang Youshan, such as those who came to Zulong Underground Palace to kill Li Chenshan. He was always working hard for Wang Youshan.

But now he seems to have found a way to use this destiny Gu and have the opportunity to get rid of the control of the destiny Gu.

At a real dying moment, in order to prevent its parasitic body from dying, this life Gu had to squeeze out its natal energy for him to use.

As long as you try to deceive your natal Gu and constantly create some illusion for it that you are about to die, you will be able to constantly absorb its power.

This life Gu was originally used to absorb his vitality and gain growth.

Simply put, no matter how much benefit he gets, the fortune Gu will have to get a share, and maybe it is the fortune Gu who eats meat and drinks soup.

But as long as the control is properly, this life Gu can be like an osprey raised by a fisherman. He will help him catch fish constantly, and the fish that eats the throat will be squeezed out by him.

He took a deep breath.

The natal Gu in his body clearly expressed strong dissatisfaction with his actions. At this time, the wound in his lungs could easily break even harder due to such deep breathing.

But the yin energy that pours into the lungs and the death breath that fills the underground palace, the vital energy that fills the yin energy after the death of those monks makes An Zhilu feel better.

He turned to look at the old army beside him.

Just now, he was able to wear stone armor by himself, but in addition to wearing armor by himself, the old army could also put on armor by Han Chuijin in time. And at this time, the old army's true energy obviously began to flow steadily.

"Who are you?" He looked at the old army seriously and asked.

The old army glanced at him and said, "My name is Zheng Zhongxia."

This is the end of midsummer. Although the underground palace is cold, the summer in Chang'an and Luoyang has reached its peak. The old army said that his name is Zheng Zhongxia, which seems to have made a random name, but An Zhilu thinks that the name sounds very familiar.

"Zheng family, the younger brother of Zheng Zhongchun, the Minister of War, the Sect Master of Chen Sujianfang?" In the next moment, An Zhilu reacted.

Lao Jun nodded, and he looked at An Zhilu with some emotion, "I am not as famous as those famous sword masters in Chang'an. I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable and memorable. Even who I am."

An Zhilu frowned and said, "How could a person like you come down to take risks in such a place?"

"You have been to Fufeng County and even provided some evidence for overthrowing the prince. You have received the recommendation of Duke Pei, so you should know some so-called private minting and Zheng's private army." Zheng Zhongxia said calmly, "But you should not understand that in the battle between Li's confidentiality and His Majesty the Emperor, we have always been firmly on His Majesty the Emperor's side."

Looking at An Zhilu's increasingly puzzled eyes, Zheng Zhongxia paused and continued, "The truly powerful strategy is simply unsolvable. As long as an important figure in the Zheng family plans this matter, the truly powerful figure can easily grasp the evidence to prove that this matter was done by the entire Zheng family."

An Zhilu understood a little and frowned, "The emperor naturally wanted to suppress this matter so as not to completely overturn the Zheng family. Therefore, it is indeed not to investigate this matter on the surface, but he must do what he should do. Someone in the Zheng family must take the blame to calm the anger of the ministers in the court."

Zheng Zhongxia nodded and said, "You can overthrow the prince, but you must also pay a large enough price. This is the struggle for power struggles in big people. If you want to break one of my legs, I will also let you lose an arm. Most of these black-armored monks are related to our Zheng family."

An Zhilu was silent for a moment, and he seemed to have realized the rules of the operation of the court.

Then he pondered, "So, even though many people knew that this was a secret place of Li's family to eradicate some emperor's power, even if they knew it was not actually what Zheng did, they would pursue and fight hard openly until Zheng paid enough price. Until many court officials who did not know the truth also felt that although the emperor was concerned about Zheng's merits and did not punish him openly, but after he had already severely punished him in secret, these court officials would stop chasing and fighting hard."

Zheng Zhongxia laughed and said, "That's true. This whole court is just a chessboard, and most of them are chess pieces that cannot be seen through and are enforced by others. All the clans and all the powerful people who truly control the power of the Tang Dynasty are hungry wolves, and they want to chess a piece of bloody meat from the other clans anytime and anywhere."
Chapter completed!