My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 150 Palace Chaos
As the night deepens, the watchman bangs his clapper and carries a lantern across the long street.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of fire! Beware of thieves...be careful of Wang Sheng next door..."

The long, silent streets were immersed in darkness. Occasionally, a few barking dogs and crying babies could be heard in a certain courtyard.

Tie, tie~~tie, tie~~
The sound of the watch gradually faded away, and figures in the nearby darkness ran along the streets and alleys. At a certain moment, they gathered together and headed towards the west of the imperial city.

Qingyang Gate of the Imperial City.

On the city tower, the guard was tied up, blindfolded, and while he was mumbling, his token was taken away by a group of men in armor. They went down to the tower and handed it over to the soldiers guarding the city. The person only recognized the token, then glanced at the few comrades in front of him, "Are you leaving the city?"

"Going out of town on errands."

The soldier raised his hand and asked others to slowly open the city gate. The moment he opened it, figures that had been lurking at the base of the wall rushed in. Someone with strong martial arts drew a sword and wiped the soldier's neck. As the corpse fell, more people rushed in, knocked off the weapons of the defenders, covered their mouths and noses, and cut their throats with a knife.

"The city tower is already controlled by our fellow guards. Please hurry up and rush into the palace to rescue the Queen Mother and Her Majesty!" The man who pretended to open the city gate said in the darkness.

The group of people who entered the city gate took off their black clothes, and they were all covered in leather armor. The leader was Pan Yu. He was the general who defended the city before. When Yanjing was breached and the emperor died, he chose to endure it and fight with him. Qin Xiuwen, Minister of the Ministry of War, has been working hard to preserve the strength of his old ministers in order to wait for an opportunity like today.

Although the Minister of War does not want to participate in today's affairs, he will not force it. Everyone has his own ambitions!
Pan Yu retracted her thoughts, looked around, waved to the hundreds of people who had poured into the city gate, and whispered: "Follow."

More than [-] people walked as lightly as possible against the palace wall of the imperial city, walking through the shadows under the wall. Some of them were former palace guards and were relatively familiar with the palace.

"Go this way!"

Bypassing a loosely guarded path, there are few palaces and guards patrolling here. After all, this is a dead end. But for some former guards who are familiar with this place, there is a low palace wall for them to climb over. Over there, there is a side path leading to the back garden.

"Try not to alert the guards here. These Xiliang soldiers are all warriors. Be careful and avoid those who can. Also, the rebels also stole some unidentified souls from the Yan Guo Temple. Later, we will divide into two groups and go to the ancestral temple together to destroy all the spiritual tablets."

The figures crouching in the darkness nodded one after another.

Then he crossed Pan Yu, put the blade in his mouth, put his hands together, and asked his colleagues to step on the palms of their hands to jump up to the palace wall, then reached down to grab the others and pulled the others up.

The 700 people divided into two groups, one group stepped on the wall and ran towards the depths of the back garden, while the other group lowered the palace wall and disappeared into the nearby shadows, waiting for a patrol of palace guards in the distance to pass before heading to the location of the ancestral temple.

The group of 400 people running along the palace wall took advantage of the leafy old cypresses in the courtyard to hide themselves and descend. Pan Yu caught up from behind and gestured, "The group in front is the residence of the Queen Mother. Tonight, the Queen Mother I will take His Majesty to rest in the Taihe Hall of Yongning Palace."

In the low-pitched exchanges, more than four hundred people passed by in silence.

……

Yongning Palace, Taihe Palace.

The eunuch in charge of the lamp had come over twice to inspect the lamp. He frowned slightly when he saw the Queen Mother still sitting in front of the lamp, holding the little emperor in her arms. However, he did not dare to have any displeasure in his tone and cautiously reminded: "The Queen Mother...it is late. ”

"You go down first, I want to sit with His Majesty for a while."

Mrs. Jiang had always been a queen, and now she was a queen mother who had lost her husband. She had a strong momentum of her own and gave the eunuch a sideways glance and scolded him away.

He picked up his sleepy son and walked among the lights, listening to the noise outside from time to time.

Outside the courtyard, there was only the sound of the rustling wind blowing the branches and leaves. She frowned and asked the nearby palace maid about the hour. After receiving the answer, she felt a little uneasy.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside and spread towards this direction.

……

Under the eaves of the palace, the patrolling guards and Xiliang soldiers moved away from the lights and shadows. The figures who were agile and good at lurking quickly passed under the eaves and approached the main hall in front.

Wait for a eunuch to come out of the palace and walk away with two guards.Pan Yu raised his hand and waved towards his subordinates behind him. Someone rolled silently towards the shadow, then took out a blow dart and blew twice at the two guards guarding the palace door.

In the light of the lantern, the two palace guards subconsciously raised their hands to cover their necks. Then their eyes turned white and they fainted and fell to the ground. At the same time, two figures rushed over and dragged the two fallen people to the corner of the courtyard.

Pan Yu quickly stepped forward with more than ten people. Looking at the bright lights inside, one of his subordinates stepped forward and knocked on the palace door.

bang bang! !
……

bang bang! !
Footsteps were approaching the door, and a knock on the door was heard softly. The hesitation on Jiang's face was quickly replaced by joy. She glanced at the palace maid over there and asked her to go over and open the door.

Then, the door flew open——

Standing outside the door was a Xiliang military lieutenant. He pressed his knife and looked fiercely at the palace maid and the Jiang family inside, "Queen Mother, General Dong, please come over!"...

almost simultaneously.

The door in front of Pan Yu was opened, and his eyes shrank instantly.

A fat and ferocious old man was sitting on a big chair, wiping a serrated knife on the ground. His face was slowly raised with a sinewy face, and the corners of his mouth between the thick beard were grinning, revealing a cruel smile.

"Surprise?"

next moment.

The blade was pulled out from his hand and pushed forward with a bang. The night wind carried the momentum of the sword's sound in an instant. Pan Yu shouted: "Let's go!" The broken round table had already flown out of the door. He swung the knife to split the saw teeth at the moment he retreated. The knife slashed out of the door, and with the sound of metal clashing, the blade in Pan Yu's hand broke and flew away. The lantern under the eaves shattered, and firelight spattered out.

Waves of Xiliang soldiers rushed out from various buildings, and the light of torches illuminated the night sky.

"No one can leave tonight!"

Dong Zhuo kicked away the broken knife on the ground. He stood at the door, picked up the serrated knife with one hand and threw it on his shoulder. He pointed at the figures who were forced out of the courtyard, "They entered the palace late at night and had evil intentions. The soldiers captured them. Come on, anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

In the endless torches, soldiers surged around and arrows poured out wildly, followed by a forest of spears, stabbing at the hundreds of people besieged.

Pan Yu threw away the broken knife in his hand, picked up an unknown weapon from the ground, and waved it vigorously. Among the chaotic figures, light and shadow, a figure rushed from under the eaves and jumped up!
The fat body fell from the sky like a huge shadow.

"Uh ah ah -" Pan Yu gritted his teeth and roared. The moment he unfolded his secret technique, the serrated knife slashed down with a whistling sound. There was a loud bang, and his body was cut down like a cannonball. Fly out.

In his shaking vision, he saw scenes in the courtyard flashing through his eyes one by one, as if they were broken.

Someone ran towards him, shouting: "General Pan!"

The sound of fighting resounded, and hundreds of people were falling in the surrounding firelight.There were bursts of light, and someone ran towards him, and was stabbed to death by several spears.

"It's really a trick..."

Pan Yu bumped into an old tree and stopped thinking.

……

Among the palace buildings in the southeast of the back garden, groups of lurking figures were still moving forward. They smelled the smell of incense and candles in the air. The leader was none other than Liu Changqing.

He was originally the chief of guards in the palace and a confidant of Grand Master Xiao, but all this was based on Xiao Wenbi being the Grand Master. Now that Xiao Wenbi is dead and has a stigma, it is naturally impossible for him to use the name of Xiao Wenbi He surrendered to Su Chen.

No matter what, he had to find a new way out.

With the help of the chief of guards in the palace, he attracted foreign aid, rescued the Queen Mother and the young emperor, and left Yanjing to ascend the throne elsewhere. He was the minister of Conglong and was no longer a small chief of palace guards.

When people go to higher places, they always have to fight for wealth.

"General Pan has probably succeeded. Leave 300 people here while the others sneak into the ancestral temple and smash all the tablets erected by that person!"

After being ordered to go down, Liu Changqing pulled out his long sword, jumped up, rushed to an old pine in front, climbed the branches and looked at the temple gate, but found that there were no soldiers stationed here.

After confirming, he descended again, whistled to call someone, and walked into the ancestral temple first with a long sword.

Inside the ancestral temple, the lights were brightly lit. Rows of long bright lamps were on, and countless lights were swaying slightly in the wind. In the light, the scene in front of them came into view.

A statue of a saint stands on the tribute table, extending upwards like a wall, densely arranged.

On the side of the tribute table, a Taoist priest of unknown age was reciting sutras. After reading a page, he reached out to turn the page, seemingly not paying attention to the people who came in.

"There... there's a drunkard over there!"

Liu Changqing followed the direction pointed by one of his subordinates. Under a row of long-lit lampposts over there, an old man wearing a white robe and a green shirt was lying on the ground. There was a pot of wine next to him. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and he squirmed and murmured in his sleep.

"Everyone, the blessed Lord has come to the wrong place."

Over there, the Taoist priest who was chanting stopped the scriptures, stood up slowly, looked over there, and bowed, "I don't respect you here, so hurry up and leave!"

(End of this chapter)