The hall suddenly became a mess, and the palace people screamed.

A group of people gathered around the King of Korea on their hands and knees, trembling and shivering, shouting in grief, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Here comes someone, escort me!"

"Hurry up and call the imperial physician!"

But it's no use, the King of Korea is dead.

Another guard of King Fu saw this scene and shouted loudly: "The assassin is running over there, catch him quickly!"

After saying that, he turned around and took King Fu away.

Suddenly, the palace of North Korea turned into a pot of chaos, or in other words, the entire Seoul became a pot of chaos.

People were on their backs, smashing and looting were prevalent, and everything was in chaos.

Among the Ming Dynasty embassy.

Zhang Yu has also received the news.

Song Xiang said to Zhang Yu: "The news came that the King of Joseon has died. Our people took King Fu to hide, but they can't get out for the time being and are trapped in the palace."

"As long as the person is not dead." Zhang Yu put down the tea cup and waved his hand casually and said.

This matter has actually been planned for a long time, and even the details in the palace have been taken care of.

After assassinating the King of Joseon, the assassin and King Fu would run away separately. They would find places to hide separately and wait for Ming Dynasty to enter the palace.

The place where they were hiding was in a cave in a rockery. The rocks were blocked from the inside so that no one outside could find them for a while.

What's more, now that the King of Joseon is dead and the palace is in chaos, he probably doesn't look for it seriously.

"If you let people publicize it, just say that Lord Fenglin is rebelling." Zhang Yu said.

"Already gone. Do you want to go up there and have a look?" Song Xiang pointed to the roof of the building not far away with a smile and said, "You should be able to see the current situation there."

"Okay." Zhang Yu nodded expectantly and said, "We have been preparing for so long and have put on such a wonderful show. How can we not watch it?"

After saying that, Zhang Yu took Song Xiang and they went upstairs talking and laughing.

At this time, Seoul had become a mess, with people and horses everywhere on the streets, and all kinds of debris scattered around.

As soon as Zhang Yu climbed to the top of the building, he saw a group of officers and soldiers patrolling the Yamen running frantically towards the palace.

"What is that?" Zhang Yu asked, pointing at them.

"Our people." Song Xiang said with a smile: "The signal has been sent. Our people will rush to the palace quickly and control the situation there."

"Did you see that team over there? They are from Lord Fenglin, and they are heading towards the Yamen."

"Look, they have already entered. They are killing people. Oh, look at that person's official uniform, he must be a high official, right?"

"Dead, dead! Oh, I've lost my brain! It's so cruel!"

Zhang Yu glanced at Song Xiang.

If you didn't look so excited when you said it was too cruel, I would believe you.

"That's our people over there." Song Xiang pointed not far away and said.

Zhang Yu looked over.

Dozens of horses were running wildly on the street, and the people on the horses were shouting loudly: "The king has died, and the second son has rebelled!"

They shouted loudly along the street, as if they were afraid that others would not know.

The ambitious people, the planners, the people who wanted to win over, everyone was at a loss. After the yamen was captured and the ministers were killed, they were all without a leader for a while.

Seoul, which has been peaceful for many years, cannot make it more chaotic now.

The troops stationed at the city gate began to gather into the city, threatening to suppress the rebellion.

They met another group on the way, and they also said that they were there to suppress the rebellion.

But neither side believed the other, so one of the groups suddenly shot a bow and arrow, and then the two sides started fighting.

Zhang Yu knew without asking that it was the person arranged by him.

"Is someone leading troops to Lord Fenglin's residence?" Zhang Yu looked at Song Xiang and asked.

"Yes, it's over there." Song Xiang nodded and said, "The mansion of Lord Fenglin will be massacred in a moment, and Lord Fenglin will die. You can rest assured of this. When will you come forward to clean up the mess?"

"Anyway, not now." Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "It's not chaotic enough now, but I think it will be even more chaotic in the future."

Because Zhang Yu saw a group of people rushing out not far away.

These people held knives and guns in their hands, but they were wearing prison uniforms and looked very embarrassed. Obviously these people were prisoners who were released from the prison.

They were still confused. Some just wanted to run home, but some didn't think so.

When these ambitious people saw the chaos outside, they immediately became happy and started leading people to smash and loot everywhere.

How could the gangsters on the street hold back after seeing this scene?

The common people began to make trouble too, some to protect their families and neighbors, causing large-scale fights; others to join in the trouble, because the rich people often persecuted them anyway.

At this time, it is natural to have revenge and resentment.

Zhang Yu stood on the top of the building and looked at it, with a smile on his face and said: "See? This is freedom."

Song Xiang rolled her eyes at Zhang Yu and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense."

The chaos in Seoul became bigger and bigger, and then the army became somewhat uncontrollable.

The army began to carry out organized robberies, and the families of those wealthy families were in trouble. The shouts of killing were loud for a while.

After it lasted for about half a day, Song Xiang looked at Zhang Yu worriedly and asked, "Aren't you worried? What if this can't be ended?"

"There's nothing to worry about." Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "Let's be chaotic, the more chaotic the better. Now send a signal to have our people withdraw, and gather them all together, and ask those Ming merchants in Seoul to take them with them.

The guards are here."

"Don't worry, Chen Facai has organized them a long time ago." Song Xiang said, "They are related to each other."

"Look, they are over there." Song Xiang pointed in one direction and said.

"That's good." Zhang Yu nodded and said.

After the signal was sent, a group of people on the street began to leave and gathered directly towards the Ming Dynasty's embassy.

More and more people gathered, and finally, several streets were full of people.

Zhang Yu also walked downstairs at this time, glanced at Lin Dechang and said, "Well done."

"Thank you for your cultivation!" Lin Dechang said with a smile.

Patting Lin Dechang on the shoulder, Zhang Yu said with a smile: "Take your people to change clothes."

"Yes, sir." Lin Dechang agreed.

Soon, the warehouse was opened, and boxes and boxes of things were taken out, all of which were standard equipment of the Ming Dynasty.

Stamped plate armor, long guns, and broadswords are all fully prepared.

"How many are there here?" Zhang Yu looked at Song Xiang and asked.

"Twenty thousand sets of equipment." Song Xiang said with a smile: "The last time the General Staff Office sent equipment to North Korea, they were all of the best. These are not the ones given to the North Koreans."

"That's good," Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Send them all."

Zhang Yu didn't know these things.

It was not easy for him to get involved in the affairs of the General Staff Office, after all, his identity was here. But he did not expect that the General Staff Office would do such a big job this time, and directly shipped 20,000 sets of equipment.

These gadgets will soon arm you with an army, which will provide you with the confidence to counter insurgency and stabilize the situation.

Glancing at Song Xiang, Zhang Yu squinted and asked, "How many people from your staff are buried here?

"Twenty thousand people." Song Xiang looked at Zhang Yu and said, "They are all royal soldiers."

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment. He looked at Song Xiang and said, "You are doing something too big. Who will lead these armies? It can't be you, right?"

"How could it be me?" Song Xiang shook her head and said, "That's the royal army. Do you think I can do it?"

"Who is that?" Zhang Yu asked.

Song Xiang nodded and said: "Cao Wenzhao."

"He's here?" Zhang Yu said with surprise.

"Yes, he is here." Song Xiang nodded, "These 20,000 people belong to him. Otherwise, do you think you can enforce the orders and prohibitions as you do now?"

"Amazing." Zhang Yu said with a sigh.

"It's amazing." Song Xiang nodded and said, "The 20,000 people are here to stabilize the situation for you."

"Where is Cao Wenzhao?" Zhang Yu asked again.

Song Xiang said: "Isn't it right there?"

Looking in the direction Song Xiang pointed, Zhang Yu saw Cao Wenzhao.

He's letting people get their gear.
To be continued...