Martial Cultivator

There is no moon tonight, and there are not even stars. If it weren't for the thousands of lights in the city of God, I am afraid that tonight is destined to be pitch black.

Near the city gate, a team of twenty infantrymen from the patrol battalion were walking along the long and silent street holding lanterns.

The defense of the Divine Capital has always been taken care of by the patrol battalion and the left and right guards. The patrol battalions are mostly ordinary soldiers. Even if there are some warriors, their level is not high, so their role is quite limited. Rather than being responsible for patrolling the Divine Capital, it is better to say that they are the left and right guards. Guard's scout.

After what happened that night, although the original commander of the patrol camp, Zhongyong Hou Zhang Yu, was at fault, the emperor later restored him to his post with great grace. Now he is still the commander of the patrol camp. As a veteran who has been with His Majesty back then, Zhang Yu Needless to say, my loyalty.

Tonight he was still sitting at the patrol camp yamen, but looking at the brightly lit lobby, the Zhongyong Marquis was always a little uneasy.

Zhang Yu, who couldn't sit still after sitting for a while, stood up, came to the courtyard, glanced at the dark sky, then turned around and asked, "What time is it?"

"Master Hou, it's about three o'clock."

An official spoke softly and asked, "Do you want to rest for a while, Lord Marquis?"

Zhang Yu shook his head, rubbed his brows, and said a little tiredly, "I always feel like something big is going to happen tonight. I'll send people to inspect more. Don't take it lightly."

The official nodded slightly and left slowly to arrange the inspection.

At the same time, in the Youwei Yamen, Song Lian was also a little uneasy.

A few days ago, he was the commander of the left guard. That night, after the commander of the right guard colluded with the deposed emperor and executed him, he became the commander of the right guard. Based on his qualifications in the line of guards, naturally he would not have any It has been said that even after he took up the command of the right guard, it can be said that he has the final say on the left and right guards of the entire divine capital.

After all, Zuo Wei's current commander, Chen Chao, not only has a good relationship with him, but is also absent from Shendu from time to time. The person in charge of Zuo Wei is Weng Quan, who should be said to be his nephew...

"Yao Dao!"

Song Lian suddenly spoke, frowning and said, "Go to Zuowei and tell Weng Quan that you need to pay more attention tonight and patrol the imperial city more often."

Yao Dao acted wisely that night, but after some investigation, he discovered that there was something wrong with the deputy commander of the right guard, so he stayed in this position.

"Sir, what's the news?"

Yao Dao was startled, and then looked at Song Lian. He also knew that Song Lian was different from his previous boss. This man had obviously been trusted by the guards many years ago, and he was naturally different from Ye Dayuan. , and now that the guardian has gone to the northern border to become a general, Song Lian has become the de facto most important person in the guardian's lineage.

It's completely reasonable to know something he doesn't know.

Song Lian glanced at Yao Dao in front of him and said nothing.

"My subordinate made a mistake."

Yao Dao was worthy of being an old man who had been in the officialdom for many years. He only reacted in an instant, and without saying anything more, he withdrew.

Song Lian was silent for a moment, then looked at the other deputy commander of the right guard, and said, "You are here to stay. I will go to the imperial city to see for myself. If anything happens, immediately send someone to the imperial city to find me."

The deputy commander hesitated and said, "Sir, if you are not here and something big happens, I'm afraid it will be delayed.

"

Song Lian frowned slightly, feeling that what this person said made sense.

"That's true, that's true."

Song Lian looked up at the night in the distance and gave up the idea, but still felt a little uneasy.

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The night is dark and windy, which is always a good time to kill people.

Several figures walked forward silently in the night, and finally passed through most of the divine city and arrived in front of the palace gate of the imperial city.

There are four palace gates in the imperial city. On weekdays, hundreds of officials go to the Xuanhua Gate to go to court, but tonight these figures gathered at the Yongan Gate.

This palace gate is usually used by the maids and maids when they go out to visit relatives and the supplies needed by the imperial city. It is in the northernmost part and is relatively remote.

The guard guarding this palace gate is named Pei Shan. This man joined the army when he was young. He had killed enemies in the north in the early years. Later, when he got older, he was transferred back to the divine capital and served as one of the four palace gates in the imperial city. The guard has been there for several years now.

At this moment, General Pei opened the palace door wide and waited for the figure to appear from the night.

The Imperial City was washed once a few days ago, but that doesn't mean it was completely clean. There must be more than one fish like Pei Shan that slipped through the net.

"Master of the house."

Pei Shan saw the leader and finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

Pei Shanben's surname was not Pei, but Wei.

This is a relationship that no one except the head of the Wei family knows about.

The head of the Wei family glanced at Pei Shan, patted his shoulder, and praised him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Pei Shan said softly, "I have made arrangements for the palace. From here to Bailu Garden, there will be no patrol guards."

Pei Shan took out a map, which was the map of the imperial city, with a route marked on it.

The head of the Wei family asked, "He is not in the palace or the imperial study?"

Pei Shan shook his head and said, "Today is the queen's birthday, he must be there."

The head of the Wei family smiled and said with emotion, "Our Majesty has not changed. He has always been a lover."

After saying this, the head of the Wei family did not hesitate and led the people towards the palace.

What we have to do tonight has been decided, so there will be no hesitation.

He has made arrangements for the situation in the capital city.

As he walked along the marks on the map, the head of the Wei family didn't feel too nervous. He just looked at the few lights in the imperial city and shook his head and said, "What's the background of this little family spirit?"

There is a lot of sarcasm in the words.

Wei's family has existed much longer than Daliang, so there doesn't seem to be any problem.

The head of the Wei family walked slowly in the imperial city, as if he was visiting his own back garden, and did not even think that this was a forbidden area of ​​the palace.

Not long after, he passed through an imperial city and came to the White Dew Garden.

Looking at this building built for the queen’s liking

In the garden, the head of the Wei family sighed with emotion, and then stepped in.

All the people behind him stayed where they were.

There is a pavilion in Bailu Garden. In the years when the Empress was still there, Emperor Liang and the Empress often came here to enjoy the flowers. Now that the Empress is gone, Emperor Daliang still appears here occasionally.

This is what is called seeing things and missing people.

When the head of the Wei family came to the pavilion, Emperor Liang was indeed standing there.

The Emperor of the Liang Dynasty stood there so quietly, looking at the blooming flowers, like an ordinary middle-aged man.

No one could tell that this middle-aged man would be His Majesty the Emperor of the Liang Dynasty.

The head of the Wei family looked at his back and was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about what to say.

Before he could speak, Emperor Liang turned around, looked at the head of the Wei family, and smiled, "Wei Qing looks much younger."

Naturally, the head of the Wei family also served as an official in Daliang, but it was definitely not in the current dynasty, it should be in the dynasty of Emperor Lingzong.

His age is definitely not what his face reflects.

He couldn't be much younger than Xie's ancestors.

The head of the Wei family thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty is indeed very capable. It's a pity that the palace he cleaned a few days ago was really not clean."

Emperor Liang naturally knew what he was talking about and didn't care, "The Wei family has been around for many years, and some methods are normal."

"I heard that His Majesty was very proud at that time? Did he ask Li Heng to cut off Zhao Sanbao's flesh one by one? Is it because he poisoned the Queen?"

There was some sarcasm in the words of the head of the Wei family, "Emperors who have always achieved great things have always been ruthless people. How come you are here with your majesty, but you are a lover?"

Emperor Liang looked at the head of the Wei family and said, "She has always treated Li Heng well. Now that Li Heng knows what happened, he will naturally do something. I hope Wei Qing will not fall into his hands, otherwise the end will be even worse."

The head of the Wei family was the mastermind behind the poisoning of the queen. If he fell into the hands of Li Heng, he would definitely be tortured to the point of death.

"Your Majesty seems a little too confident."

The head of the Wei family said softly, "Even if your Majesty is the most invincible warrior in the world, why do you think that you will not die and will live until the end?"

Emperor Liang looked at the head of the Wei family and asked with a smile, "Wei Qing thinks he is stronger than the Demon Emperor?"

The head of the Wei family shook his head. No matter how great he felt, he would never feel that he was more powerful than the Demon Emperor.

"I originally thought that a person like Wei Qing would never choose to stand up until the end, but I didn't expect that you would come tonight."

Emperor Liang said, "It's a bit surprising. After all, Wei Qing doesn't look like such a person."

The most important thing to do as a ghost is to keep your composure, and naturally the head of the Wei family should be such a person.

"In your words, the Wei family is a ghost, and has been a ghost for many, many years. In fact, we are tired of living like this. Since His Majesty has discovered the clues, there is no need for us to do anything else and kill His Majesty. , ending this thousand-year mission

Life is also an excellent thing. "

The head of the Wei family sighed and said, "But your Majesty is still amazing. I, the Wei family, have been hiding for so many years and no one has ever discovered us. We didn't think we would be discovered, but we were discovered by your majesty this time." Based on this, Your Majesty can be called the first emperor of Liang Dynasty."

Emperor Liang laughed it off and just asked, "Emperor Taizu Gao died suddenly in the thirty-fifth year of his reign. It seems that he died at the hands of the Wei family."

"Yes, not only Emperor Taizu, but also Emperor Taizong and Emperor Lingzong all died at the hands of the Wei family."

Now that the matter has come to this, the head of the Wei family has no intention of hiding anything.

Emperor Liang was silent for a moment. Although he had already guessed the truth, he still felt a little unsatisfied.

"My brother, Prince Yiwen, probably died due to the Wei family's plot."

Emperor Liang spoke calmly, with no emotion in his voice.

The head of the Wei family smiled and said with emotion, "Emperor Lingzong is so lucky. He gave birth to two sons, both of whom are gifted. Prince Yiwen is so perfect. He has extremely high cultivation talents and He is destined to be a great emperor. If he is allowed to sit on the throne, no one will accept it, so he has no choice but to die. "

Emperor Lingzong was a British master, and Prince Yiwen was destined to be a British master after he took the throne, so he had to die.

"It's already come to this point, but I still have something to tell your majesty. If Emperor Lingzong hadn't chosen to pass on that trash in the end, your majesty would have died at that time."

Although His Majesty the current emperor has always been considered inferior to Prince Yiwen, the difference is only a very slight difference. His talent in cultivation is definitely not bad, but in terms of governance, he may not be as good as Prince Yiwen.

According to common sense, when Emperor Lingzong's favorite son died, he should pass the throne to another outstanding son. But who knows, in the end, because he loved Prince Yiwen too much, he passed the throne to Prince Yiwen. his son.

"Emperor Lingzong has been criticized by the world for this matter, but I have to admire him."

The head of the Wei family sighed, "He deceived me."

Emperor Liang remained silent, he already knew the truth.

The reason why Emperor Lingzong chose to pass the throne to the deposed emperor was not because he loved Wujiwu, but because he knew that once he had the idea of ​​passing the throne to Emperor Daliang, his son would not be able to keep it.

He had long known that Prince Yiwen's death was unusual, but he never revealed anything about it. Instead, he secretly planned to protect the current emperor.

"It's fitting that Daliang is becoming more and more prosperous. In these generations of emperors, none of them are mediocre. There are some plans that even I couldn't see through at the beginning."

The head of the Wei family said, "He may be the emperor who is the best at hiding his clumsiness in history."

Emperor Liang did not speak.

This secret is destined not to be known to too many people. If it is made public to the world, I am afraid that many people will change their views on Emperor Lingzong from now on.

It just seems to be of no use anymore.

Because Emperor Lingzong passed away many years ago.

Emperor Liang's eyes were a little sentimental, his father had been dead for many years.