surnamed Wang

It was night, and thousands of houses in South Dian City were lit with lights. Three figures stood at the top of the city, looking at the peaceful scenery in front of them, with various thoughts.

Wang Siheng looked far away, towards the capital, while Guan Changsheng looked outside the city, wondering what he was thinking.

While drinking, Wang Yijing glanced from door to door, and finally sighed:
"The world rises and falls, and all the people suffer."

Guan Changsheng turned around with a slight surprise, glanced at King Wu subconsciously, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his expression was as usual.

Wang Siheng said with a smile but not a smile:

"General Wang, I finally know why you are being hunted."

"Is it because of this worthless mouth? No! If you are unkind, you have thousands of reasons to kill someone. If you are kind and virtuous, you will still check your behavior even if you are rejected by others."

"Is there really such a monarch in the world?"

"Yes, it depends on whether the prince is willing to do it."

Wang Yijing was lying on the city wall, drinking alone. King Wu also looked into the city with a thoughtful look on his face.

He was born to stand on a high place and reach out to pick up the stars. Can he really care about the lights below?

Wang Yijing's drunken eyes were blurred, and he looked around aimlessly, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in the corner of his eye.

He was refreshed and stepped in front of King Wu. His long sword was unsheathed, a crisp "ding" sound was heard, and a strange-shaped hidden weapon was bounced away.

As Wang Yijing drew his sword, four figures appeared next to King Wu. They were the dead soldiers he trained. At the same time, a middle-aged man dressed in simple clothes walked slowly in front of him.

"Take the prince away, I will deal with it here."

Wang Yijing commanded in a deep voice and rushed forward.

In the past, he would definitely not act like a hero, and bullying the few with more would be the right way to go. But now that there is only one assassin, there is no guarantee that there will not be ambushes elsewhere. The more guards around King Wu, the better.

The opponent's target is Wang Siheng, so he won't fight him to the end. He expects to retreat after a few moves.

Although the idea was good, when he started to use his hands, he realized that something was wrong. The assassin held two open daggers and moved without leaving any room. Even if he was injured, he still had to find a way to hit him.

Looking at the sharp blade that was green in the dark, it must be quenched with poison, and from time to time it would shoot out hidden weapons, Wang Yijing quickly guessed the identity of the assassin.

"Are you from the Tang Sect?"

"As expected of the person Your Majesty named to kill, he is indeed smart."

The assassin no longer hid and revealed the crossbow hidden in his sleeve. Wang Yijing felt a chill in his knees when he saw the sharp crossbow arrows with ribs and hooks.

The man codenamed Yinhu saw his thoughts, raised his arms and said:
"Your footwork just now should be the descendant of Iron Legs' Water Drifting, right?"

"Did you cripple him?"

"Yes, but it's a pity that you are not so lucky."

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his arms, and hundreds of slender silver needles shot out from his chest. Wang Yijing's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he raised his sword and waved it quickly in front of him.

The sword light was like a full moon, protecting the body airtight. The assassin saw the empty lower body of the young man, quickly raised his arm, and fired two crossbow arrows in succession.

There was a sound of "stab", and the crossbow arrow flew past Wang Yijing's knees, causing a cloud of sparks.

The assassin was stunned for a moment when a thin long sword penetrated silently from the back and pierced the heart.

The middle-aged man fell down and his voice was dull, not even causing ripples in the silent night.

The woman expressionlessly shook off the blood beads on the sword and put the sword back into its sheath.

Wang Yijing stepped forward, looked at the body that was getting colder, shook his head and said:

"Grandpa often said that fools die from talking too much, and this is indeed true."

After speaking, he looked up at the dead man named Zheng Yu and said with a smile:

"It's considered revenge for your father."

The woman nodded and said in a cold voice: "Are you okay?"

The young man patted his knees, which made a banging sound. Two streaks of silver were exposed under the scratched trousers.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. When Lao Zheng said that he had been hit by an arrow in the knee, I was still worried. I asked a blacksmith to make a pair of steel knee pads. I didn't expect to use them so quickly."

"Are the assassins here for you?"

"It should be sent by the petty Wang Zhaoqi. Don't tell King Wu about this, or let him owe me a favor."

Wang Yijing showed a sly smile, the woman nodded, and disappeared into the night.

……

As soon as Zheng Yu left, a group of soldiers rushed to the top of the city, led by Deng Zhixiao.

"General Wang, are you okay?"

"Deng Qianhu was disappointed, but Wang's methods were slightly better."

"Brother Wang, what are you talking about? It's too late for me to admire you for your merits in protecting the prince."

When Wang Yijing heard this, he looked at the other party suspiciously. His expression did not sound like he was lying, but he still refused to deal with her in the morning, and then he changed his gender in the evening?

At this time, King Wu returned to the city under the protection of soldiers, walked quickly forward and said:
"Wang Xiashi, are you okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. My subordinate is fine. It's a pity that I didn't survive."

"It doesn't matter. I know this person. He is the secret guard beside the emperor, codenamed Yin Hu. I didn't expect that Your Majesty would be so ignorant of the relationship between uncle and nephew that he would send someone to assassinate me."

Wang Siheng's face looked a little gloomy.

Wang Yijing pursed his lips and looked as usual, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart: You have rebelled, and you still blame others for being unkind?
King Wu didn't know what the other party was thinking, and was still immersed in the lingering fear of being assassinated. After a while, he drove away the surrounding soldiers, leaving only a few generals, and turned around and said:

"General Wang has performed well in guarding tonight, and he has been brave enough to attack the city during the day. Being a member of a thousand households is indeed an incompetence. I hereby promote you to the rank of captain, commanding three thousand soldiers and horses, and you can choose three thousand households to dispatch."

Wang Yijing was so righteous that he knelt down on one knee and said:
"Sir, thank you Lord Long En."

"General Wang, don't say this nonsense." King Wu waved his hand quickly.

"Your Majesty is talented and has a sharp eye for pearls. Isn't it only a matter of time?"

Wang Yijing continued to flatter him and praised himself.

King Wu didn't agree verbally, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. The others also had different expressions when they saw this. Although they were somewhat disdainful of the young man's flattery, they still admired his ability from the bottom of his heart.

Guan Changsheng looked at Wang Yijing while stroking his newly grown short beard, half-smiling but not smiling. He had the frankness of a warrior and the tact of an official official, and from time to time he could express a few words of literati cynicism.

If the prince really succeeds, this young man will definitely become a general or prime minister in the new dynasty, and he will even be granted the title of king or marquis.

……

The next morning, Wang Yijing got up as soon as the rooster crowed for the first time. The bright armor on his body was replaced by the more majestic bright light armor, which made him dazzled standing in the sun.

The general ordered his troops and strived to be brave. At the beginning, his 1000 men were given to him by others. Their fighting ability was mediocre and they had no loyalty at all. Yesterday's siege of the city was useless.

The situation today is different. He came with military orders, and he had more than [-] soldiers to choose from. Even King Wu's former troops had to be released obediently if he wanted to.

"Brother Deng, don't say that my brother doesn't take care of you, how about you come to my place with a thousand of your troops?"

Taking advantage of Deng Zhixiao's good impression of him, Wang Yijing extended the invitation. The situation was as he expected, and the other party readily agreed without any unwillingness to succumb to others.

"There are still 1000 people left..."

Wang Yijing turned to look at Cheng Xing's team with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Cheng, I'm sorry."

... (end of this chapter)