Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 483: Chapter 483 Rebellion



Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao in front of him suddenly froze, and stood there in a daze. The night watchmen around him also had similar reactions.

Zhu Chengzhu's pupils shrank slightly. This voice was both familiar and strange. It had appeared in his dreams countless times, like a nightmare.

He hated and cursed, but was also afraid and depressed, thinking that he had no hope of revenge at all.

Now, that person was behind him.

But he didn't even have the courage to turn around.

The footsteps slowly approached, Zhu Chengzhu's legs trembled slightly, and cold sweat oozed out of his back.

Unexpectedly, the footsteps passed him and walked towards Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao.

Xu Qian'an, who was dressed in blue and holding the sword-like weapon in his hand, kicked Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao respectively, and laughed:

"You two don't look like you're having a good life."

Zhu Guangxiao's face was full of excitement, and tears filled his eyes..

Song Tingfeng didn't look back in anger, and choked up and cursed: "You bastard, why haven't you left yet? Do you think your life is too long?"

The night watchmen around were surprised, confused, and anxious. Xu Ningyan hadn't left yet, and dared to return to the night watchmen's office. Didn't he know that the Zhu family father and son had returned? Didn't he know that Yuan Xiong took over the position of Duke Wei and became Duke Yuan?

Yes, he didn't know. All this happened yesterday.

"Xu Ningyan, hurry up."

Someone in the crowd whispered a reminder.

At this time, Zhu Chengzhu seemed to have broken free from some kind of shackles, regained control of his legs, and ran madly towards the depths of the yamen.

Now, the night watchmen had no worries and all of them persuaded him:

"Xu Ningyan, you shouldn't come back, leave quickly, get out of the city."

"Ningyan, the night watchmen's office is now under the command of Yuan Xiong, he re- employed Zhu Yang and his son, Zhao Jinluo is almost sidelined."

"Now the night watchmen's office is the world of Yuan Xiong and Zhu's father and son. Zhu Yang is a fourth-rank official, you should leave quickly."

Xu Qian'an heard it and looked at Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao without changing his expression: "What happened in the past few days, tell me?"

"Why don't I tell you?"

Zhu Yang's voice was heard before he arrived.

In the courtyard, everyone's eyes flashed, and Zhu Yang's tall figure wearing the night watchman's uniform with a golden gong embroidered on his chest appeared.

A few seconds later, Zhu Chengzhu chased over, pointed at Xu Qi'an, and said sternly: "Dad, this kid actually dared to return to the government office? Kill him? Kill him now." Zhu Yang did not move, and confronted Xu Qi'an for a moment, until Zhao Jinluo arrived. Reluctantly... Zhu Yang snorted in his heart, and said lightly: "Zhao Jinluo, you and I will work together to capture and kill this thief, then Lord Yuan and His Majesty will really use you. Lord Yuan is watching from the observation tower of the Star Observation Tower."

Zhao Jinluo looked back, and saw a man in a red robe standing alone on the seventh floor of the Haoqi Tower in the distance, overlooking this side.

Zhao Jinluo retracted his gaze and said with a complicated expression: "Why did you come back?"

Xu Qi'an raised the corner of his mouth: "Come back to collect debts!"

More and more night watchmen are paying attention to the movements here, while fewer and fewer night watchmen are retreating on the scene.

The battle between the fourth-rank masters might tear down the government office. They didn't know how good Xu Qi'an was, but he was definitely not bad.

However, this was the capital after all, and it would not be difficult for the two Jinluo to deal with him together. If another master from another place came, Xu Ningyan would be dead.

"Why did he come back?"

"Duke Wei is dead, who can support him? He has offended the emperor to death, why did he come back?"

"What a fool! Why did Xu Ningyan come back? Damn it! We are colleagues and I can't bear to see him die."

"We are just small people. What can we do if we can't bear it? Can you help him without caring about the lives of your family?"

"Yes, didn't you see that Zhao Jinluo has compromised and plans to join forces with Zhu Yang to deal with Xu Ningyan? Yuan Xiong is watching in Haoqi Tower."

"The emperor has his own ministers, and the same is true for the night watchmen. The era of Duke Wei is over and will never come again."

A group of night watchmen watched and talked from a distance, sighing, unwilling, or helpless.

Zhu Yang flicked his thumb, and the saber came out of the sheath with a clang, and a bright blade flashed in the air.

Every night watchman present felt a chill in his heart, stimulated by the blade light, and the hair on the back of his hands stood up.

Zhu Yang took a step forward for more than ten feet, and swung his blade, aiming for Xu Qi'an's head.

Regardless of whether the rumors in Yuyang Pass were true or not, Xu Qi'an's current cultivation was enough to fight against a fourth-grade cultivator, and he alone might not be able to kill this beast.

But as long as Zhao Jinluo behind him followed, the two of them would work together to

capture and kill Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an slapped him back!

Bang!

The head exploded like a watermelon, with bones, brains, flesh, and eyeballs spurting out,

leaving traces of stars on the bluestone floor of the courtyard.

Zhu Yang staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the night watchman's courtyard was as silent as death.

Zhu Yang's iron skin and bones couldn't resist his slap. I couldn't resist that casual slap either.

I would be slapped to death by it. Zhao Jinluo's pupils shrank into pinholes, as if he had suddenly encountered a strong light.

Zhu Yang, a fourth-rank Jinluo, was slapped to death like this? He, he killed hundreds of thousands of enemies with one sword at Yuyang Pass, is it true?! The night watchmen watching from a distance were all speechless, and suddenly realized that the rumors in the mortal world were not exaggerated, but were real achievements.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked dazed. For a moment, they couldn't accept that this colleague who often went in and out of the brothels and the Jiaofangsi with them had grown into such a terrible person without knowing it.

A slap to smash the head of a fourth-rank Jinluo fan, what a terrible cultivation.

Xu Ningyan, he, what rank is he now?

A ridiculous thought flashed through everyone's mind, and then they suppressed it tightly, not letting it come out, because it was too crazy, too absurd, and too subversive.

Zhu Chengzhu's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled slightly, and his whole body, like

a branch swaying in the wind, trembled constantly.

His father, whom he worshipped as a god, his entire support, his father of a fourth-rank

warrior, was slapped to death by this man.

It was no harder than slapping an ant to death.

A huge fear exploded in Zhu Chengzhu's heart, and he suddenly shuddered, and a turbid and

smelly liquid flowed down his crotch.

"Back off, I won't kill you. Otherwise, Zhu Yang will be your fate."

Xu Qian'an looked at Zhao Jinluo.

Zhao Jinluo suppressed his fear, clasped his fists and bowed, and left quickly.

Xu Qian'an turned to look at Song Tingfeng, pointed at Zhu Chengzhu: "He is handed over to

you."

After saying that, he walked forward and walked towards the Haoqi Tower.

Eyes followed him, wanting to catch up, but lacking the courage, until Xu Qian'an's back disappeared, and everyone turned their heads to look at Song Tingfeng.

Song Tingfeng walked in front of Zhu Chengzhu and spread his legs: "If you want to live, get

through here."

"I'll get through, I'll get through......"

Zhu Chengzhu knelt down in panic, terrified, crawling and begging for mercy, and got

through Song Tingfeng's crotch.

Zhu Guangxiao next to him suddenly drew his knife and chopped it off fiercely, and a head

rolled down.

Zhu Chengzhu's face was frozen with fear, tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, his lips

moved, and finally returned to eternal silence.

"Hahahahaha!"

Song Tingfeng covered his face, crying and laughing, like a madman.

He vented the depression in his chest.

At this time, someone pointed at the top of Haoqi Tower and screamed: "Xu Ningyan wants to

kill Yuan Xiong......"

Suddenly, everyone looked over and saw Xu Qian'an grabbing Yuan Xiong's collar and pressing half of his body outside on the seventh-floor observation tower.

"Yuan Xiong, oh no, Mr. Yuan!"

Xu Qian'an smiled and looked at Yuan Xiong, who was pale and struggling.

"I heard that Lord Yuan worked hard to list the ten major crimes of Lord Wei, and put the corrupt officials in the night watchman's office into jail, eradicating the night watchman's atmosphere, which played a vital role in exposing Lord Wei, a traitor who had harmed the

country."

Yuan Xiong saw the murderous intent in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Xu Qiyan, I am an official appointed by the court, a third-rank official, you, you can't kill me."

Seeing that Xu Qiyan's eyes were still cold, he judged the situation and quickly changed his

attitude, begging:

"Your Majesty forced me to do it. I had no choice. As a minister, how could I refuse? I really had no choice. This was not my intention. Forgive me, Xu Qiyan, please forgive me."

The sky was dark, it was the darkest moment before dawn, and the cold wind made Yuan

Xiong cold all over, and his heart was also cold.

"Leave the capital immediately, I will buy you time. If it's too late, those bastards below will report you, and you won't be able to get out once the city gates are closed."

He was unwilling to give up the chance to survive, and only wanted to kowtow and avoid the disaster first, and then inform His Majesty to kill this beast.

"Forgive you, it's Duke Wei's business. My mission is to send you to see him."

Xu Qian'an let go.

Yuan Xiong fell on his back, and fell rapidly from the seventh floor. With a "bang", he looked

up, his eyes bulged, and stared at the sky.

He died on the spot.

In the distance, the night watchman who saw this scene was dumbfounded.

"Xu Ningyan, he, he is going to rebel..."

A third-rank official, who was killed as soon as he said it, was a real big shot, one of the

nobles.

"I can't stand them for a long time, so kill them." Someone lowered his voice and vented in a

low voice.

After a short silence...

"Good kill."

"The night watchman is the night watchman of Lord Wei, what kind of person is Yuan Xiong."

"The father and son of the Zhu family betrayed the government and were dismissed long ago, bah, good kill."

The repression since yesterday was completely vented.

Xu Ningyan is still the same Xu Ningyan, lawless. Now that he is back, all the resentment and

unwillingness will disappear.

Xu Qi'an returned to the tea room. The furnishings here are the same as before, but there will

no longer be a person in blue sitting at the table, waiting for him with gentle eyes.

He opened the teacup and found that the water in the teapot was still hot. I think Yuan Xiong

had someone boil it when he got up in the morning.

Xu Qi'an dumped the teapot, poured two cups of water, took a sip, shook his head and said, "Drinking tea is boring. I want to drink wine today. Lord Wei, what do you think?" The opposite side was empty, the teahouse was quiet, and no one answered. He took out the fragments of the Earth Book, poured out a jar of fine wine that had been

prepared long ago, broke the mud seal, and drank from the jar.

The first sip was heroic, but the second sip was slow, drinking in small sips, and soon drank

most of it.

Xu Qiyan drank while mumbling about the past.

He gradually became a little drunk, a little drunk but not drunk, the ultimate state of life.

In a trance, Xu Qiyan seemed to see a man in green with gray hair sitting opposite him, his

eyes full of vicissitudes of life, looking at him gently.

"Mr. Wei, I will sing a song for you."

You have always wanted to hear it, I will sing it for you now.

He carried the wine jar and walked slowly to the observation deck. The morning wind was bleak and rushed towards him. He recalled the past and sang loudly:

"I stand in the fierce wind, wishing I could wipe out the endless heartache......"

He pointed his finger like a sword, looking down at the capital, and his voice suddenly rose:

"Look at the clouds moving in all directions in the sky, with a sword in hand, asking who is the hero in the world"

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at the palace and the harem, his voice gentle: "There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but I only love the one who loves you. When we

are sad, who is different? How many years of love are hastily buried........"

"In my heart, you are the most important. We share joys and sorrows, life and death. You use

tenderness to make me heroic."

"In my heart, you are the most important. My tears rush to the sky. I will dominate in the next

life. Go back to the setting sun."

"Go back to the setting sun......"

He raised the jar and drank it all.

Xu Qian'an threw the wine jar down from the high building, turned around, looked at the man

in blue clothes, and laughed: "Mr. Wei, how did I sing?"

A gentle voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Very good."

Xu Qian'an laughed loudly, but tears burst out of his eyes. He didn't dare to look at that side

anymore, and staggered out of the teahouse.

Where are you going?

Smash Lingxiao.

If you never come back?

Then never come back!

Golden Palace.

Emperor Yuan Jing sat high on the dragon throne, looking down at the officials in the hall with

a solemn expression.

He glanced at a certain empty seat and said in a deep voice: "Why didn't Yuan Aiqing come?"

Yuan Xiong did not ask for leave, but was absent from the court meeting. According to the

Dafeng law, being late or absent from the court meeting will result in a three-month salary fine and fifteen lashes.

After fifteen lashes, the weak scholar really had to lie on the bed for ten days and a half

months.

Emperor Yuan Jing was not angry because of Yuan Xiong's absence, but he still needed Yuan Xiong as a vanguard in the future.

As time went by, Emperor Yuan Jing no longer counted on Yuan Xiong and glanced at Qin

Yuandao, the Minister of War.

Yuan Xiong was not around, so naturally, as one of the core members of the imperial party, he would be the one to charge into battle. He immediately stepped out and bowed, saying: "Your Majesty, the war with the Wushen Cult and Wei Yuan's affairs after his death have been delayed until now. The families of the fallen soldiers are still waiting for compensation." Emperor Yuan Jing nodded slowly and asked, "What do you think, Qin Aiqing?" Qin Yuandao was heartbroken: "Wei Yuan was greedy for merit and reckless, disregarding the overall situation, and forcibly attacked Jingshan City, resulting in the sacrifice of more than 80,000 soldiers and causing Dafeng to lose 80,000 elite soldiers. Wei Yuan, his death is not a

pity.

"After the battle of Jingshan City, the armies of Yan and Kang countries approached Yuyang Pass. Although they retreated in the end, the elite soldiers were still there and could come

back at any time.

"Xiangzhou, Jingzhou and Yuzhou are in critical situation and may be captured by the Wushen Cult army at any time. The people of the three states are in danger. The current plan is to send envoys to the Wushen Cult for peace talks to make up for the disaster caused by Wei Yuan.

"As for Wei Yuan, I died admonishing him. Your Majesty, please give him the posthumous

title of 'Li'."

Wuli means cruel and fierce.

Emperor Yuan Jing glanced at the officials and said leisurely: "What do you think, my dear

ministers?"

No one spoke, and some looked at another vacant position, which was the position of Wang Zhenwen, the Prime Minister of a country.

In the eyes of the gentlemen, Prime Minister Wang has given up.

Since the Prime Minister no longer cares about this matter, they don't have to fight to the

death for Wei Yuan and His Majesty.

Those who can stand here are all smart people. How can they not see the plan of Emperor Yuan

Jing after the changes in the situation in recent days.

Wei Yuan is now infamous, and it is meaningless to ask for a title and loyalty for him.

You still have to overturn his case first, and the key is that the person on the dragon throne

will not allow it.

What can I do!

As for the former members of the Wei Party, they have long been disappointed with Yuan Jing

and turned their attention to the new dynasty. When the new monarch ascends the throne,

they will overturn the case for Duke Wei.

Emperor Yuan Jing raised the corner of his mouth, but his tone was very low: "Okay, just do as

Qin Aiqing said......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard an uproar outside the hall.

The sound waves are cascading and continuous.

It was a mess.

"What's the noise?"

The officials were shocked. They were inside the palace, listening to the uproar of the

ministers outside and the sound of them running away.

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happened.

The officials ran to the palace gate with confusion, and saw the beasts in human clothing running for their lives in the square below.

A man in blue clothes rushed to the Golden Palace with a knife. Behind him, there were

corpses on the ground, all of which were palace guards. The officials were shocked and felt absurd and unreal.

In the six hundred years since the founding of Dafeng, apart from the Emperor Wuzong who

seized the throne, has anyone else entered the palace and rushed to the Golden Palace?

No!

At this moment, even this group of officials The civil officials at the pinnacle of power, the old

foxes in the officialdom, and the officials with the most cunning means, at this time, it is difficult to use the so-called "calmness" to stabilize their emotions.

One by one, their faces changed drastically, some were shocked and angry, some were

panicked, some were desperate, and some were terrified.......

The man in blue clothes held a knife with a small Bagua copper plate hanging on the handle

with a red rope. He stepped into the gate of the Golden Palace and threw the knife in his hand

at the king on the dragon throne while the officials were retreating in panic.

Accompanied by a thunderous roar:

"Dog-Emperor-"

The long knife whistled away.

There was only one thought left in the minds of the officials: Xu Qian'an, rebelled!