In the dark night in late autumn, the weather was already quite cool, and the light from the lanterns hanging under the eaves seemed to bring a lot of coolness.

"Bang"

Zhebei, who was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, raised his hand and patted a mosquito that fell on his face to death.

As his eyes swept across the yard, Zhebo suddenly felt a little palpitations in his heart.

He looked at Zuo Jin carefully, the oil lamp was on in the room, and the sounds of Guan Nuer and his other players playing Han Cards kept ringing.

Opposite, Lakshin, dressed in mahjong, was lying on the ground with his ears pressed on the ground, using the usual method used by the Mongolians to monitor the situation in the secret passage.

A little further away, Erdemutu, hidden in the shadow, was observing the situation outside the yard. If something was wrong, he would issue a warning and let everyone retreat calmly.

"Zhebo, what are you worried about?"

The tall Chaganbala jumped off the roof, stood in front of Zhebe, and asked him:

"You and I have been ordered by the little prince to come here to assist Emperor Ming in some dark activities. You are timid in everything, and you have lost my passion for being fooled. Why is this?"

Chaganbala looked at Zhebei with a lot of doubts on her face.

Seeing the burly Chaganbala, Zhebo felt relieved:

"Chaganbala, you have never seen Sucheng. I don't know how powerful he is. Since the Khan of Tuotuobuhua was captured by the Ming people, my Tatar tribe has been divided into pieces, and each tribe is not subordinate to each other. Even the little prince cannot unite the tribes."

"That's because of the little prince's waste."

Chaganbala's face was full of disdain:

"As a descendant of the Golden Family, he actually abandoned his own tribe. What's the use of such a waste? The grassland needs to be strong, and it will destroy the Ming people's interference in the grassland. If you want to make the grassland stronger again, you must let the Ming Dynasty's waste Supreme Emperor ascend the throne again."

Zhebo was a little dissatisfied when he heard this:

"It is not something that the Tatars should do if we conspire with the Oirats and work hard for the Emperor of Ming Dynasty."

"Shut up!"

Chaganbala's voice suddenly amplified a little, and it was quite loud in the yard:

"As a warrior on the grassland and an archer of the Tatar tribe, you only need to command the strongest warriors in my Tatar tribe and act according to the orders, and you don't need to know anything else."

Erdemutu, who was huddled in the shadow, suddenly spoke, reminding the two of them:

"You are talking too loudly. If you attract the attention of Mingren, we will be done."

The next moment, the sound of the wooden door being knocked out suddenly rang out.

"boom!"

The unsolid wooden door was knocked open.

The wood chips splashed everywhere, and the broken broken wood flew towards Chaganbala.

"Bang"

The angry Chaganbala pinched a piece of the door panel and crushed it to pieces. He looked at Ming Jiang at the door, and his voice became sinister:

"I just got enough of the anger of staying here. Yesterday you killed Batu, and today I will kill all you, the Ming people, to avenge Batu."

Shi Tou was covered with heavy armor, face armor on his face, and a sledgehammer in his hand, looking at the Mongolians in the yard.

"I was beaten to the grassland and abandoned my armor. I dared to run to the capital to cause trouble. I'm really looking for death."

The stone hit the stone to hammer the Erde wooden figure that was originally hidden in the shadow to death.

"asshole!"

Chaganbala was furious and rushed forward, instantly appeared next to the stone, smashing it against the stone's mask with a punch.

"Crash"

The stone's body made a sound of iron armor, and it flew out again with a heavy hammer.

Outside the long street, several armoured soldiers following the stones were knocked away by the flying stones, like a string of strings, and the group of soldiers following behind flew scattered.

Ren Yao said next to Sucheng:

"This is a master. He punched the stone from the courtyard to the outside of the courtyard. I didn't expect that there were such masters among the Mongolians."

Su Cheng frowned. If there are masters, there will be casualties.

"Ren Yao, go."

Su Cheng didn't want to take action, and since Ren Yao was happy to see the hunt, that would be the best.

Ren Yao drew out the scimitar, jumped from the second floor, and rushed straight to the courtyard gate.

Shu Liang looked at Ren Yao's back, the chaos on the street, the Ming army and Mongolians who were constantly falling down, his voice became colder:

"Fortunately, I invited my grandfather to take charge today. Otherwise, with such a master, I'm afraid that the Mongolians would start killing again."

"The Supreme Emperor's determination to rule is endless, and he actually colluded with Mongolia to disrupt the capital. Such a wolfish ambition is really angered by both gods and men."

Su Cheng watched Ren Yao run into the courtyard and slashed the steel knife in his hand. A Mongolian was chopped away. Then, he fought with the burly Mongolian who had knocked away the stones before and collided with each other.

When the two fought, they opened and closed, and most of the soldiers were forced out of the yard and arrested, because the two men's fight was temporarily stopped.

At this time, the door of Nangong in the distance opened.

A team of Nangong guards drove out of the palace and headed straight to the long street. The man in charge of the man embroidered spring sword flying fish suit was Yuan Bin, who had recently been promoted to the Qianhu of the Jinyiwei.

Yuan Bin came on a horse holding a yellow scroll, shouting the emperor's will:

"The Supreme Emperor has an order, and there is no noise around the Nangong, and fighting is strictly prohibited. If there is any problem, you can go to the Nangong Palace wall ten miles away to solve the problem, so that the Supreme Emperor's Qing Cultivation will not disturb the Supreme Emperor."

The sound of horse hooves was like knocking on everyone's hearts, causing both sides to stop.

Yuan Bin rode his horse to the middle of the five cities' military commanders, and his bright yellow scroll swayed in his hand, with a loud voice:

"The emperor's will, both sides will stop and not disturb the emperor's Qing Jing."

On the second floor, Shu Liang's face suddenly became ugly. He held the railing with both hands and creaked his teeth:

"The Supreme Emperor, the Supreme Emperor, I really don't even want to have a face. I, Daming, don't even talk about the etiquette or law!"

"Click"

The wooden railing was crushed directly by Shu Liang.

Su Cheng looked at the two sides on the long street and shook his head helplessly:

"No matter how unbearable the Supreme Emperor is, he is still the king and father. I ruled the world with etiquette and law in the Ming Dynasty. No matter how unbearable the king and father are, he is still the king and father."

On the long street, Ren Yao looked ugly. Looking at the Mongolians smiling fiercely opposite him, he felt like fire was blowing in his heart.

This Mongolian man was a master. Shi Tou was knocked down by him. He didn't know how to fight against him. He just made a few holes in his face and wanted to kill him, but his strength was not enough.

If he leaves today, such a master chooses to lurk and assassinate and brings losses to the Ming Dynasty, he will probably be in chaos, especially when the Duke is pushing the Ministry of War to annex the Governor's Office of the Five Army.

"We cannot let these Mongolians go, they will kill our general flag."

A soldier from the Five City Military and Ma Si suddenly started crying. He squatted on the ground, holding a Ming army with armor in his arms. The pages of his chest were mostly concave, and the pages of his armour and the battle jacket were covered with red blood.

With this shout, there were loud responses sounds one after another.

This is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. More than ten years ago, the two emperors were all prosperous in martial arts. At that time, not to mention Mongolian assassins, even Mongolian envoys would have to pretend to be grandson when they came to the Ming Dynasty.

How could this happen today? The will of the Supreme Emperor of the Ming Dynasty suppressed his own soldiers and bowed their heads and let go of the Mongolian assassins. It was simply funny.

The Mongols support the Supreme Emperor, and the Supreme Emperor protects the Mongolian spies. Who would believe it if they say it?
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