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Chapter 266: Frontline secret report, Song tragedy, who will be eliminated next? Champion Marquis enters the capital
The autumn rain is long and continuous. It is not as violent as the summer rain, but it has a chilling chill that chills the soul.

The Imperial Capital is located in the north of Dayan, with a dry and cold climate, so chilly that it penetrates into the bones. Every household needs to close doors and windows, put away clothes, and avoid the wet rain.

The quiet streets a moment ago were suddenly broken by the sound of horse hooves and splashing water.

Lu Mingyuan sat under the eaves of the bamboo building of the inn, looking up at the endless rain. It had been raining for an hour and there was still no sign of it stopping.

Yang Yingchan frowned and looked ahead carefully, trying to bypass the muddy area, but unfortunately, it was in vain.

Yinghong's embroidered shoes were covered with mud, which made her a little unhappy.

"Let's go back to the inn and sit for a while. The rain won't stop in the short term." Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly and turned back to walk towards the bamboo building of the inn.

"I was originally planning to go back to the palace to pack my things, but now I'm delayed." Yang Yingchan muttered and followed helplessly.

Lu Mingyuan did not intend to let her stay in the palace as a canary without freedom, but planned to arrange a spacious and comfortable house for her, assign a few maids to serve her, and let her live in the capital first, waiting for the King of Zhenbei to return to the capital to report on his work.

"It's cold, and you're still barefoot?"

Yang Yingchan entered the house, took off her embroidered shoes, walked around the house barefoot, and poured herself a cup of hot tea.

Lu Mingyuan lowered his head to glance at the delicate jade feet, then looked away.

As round as jade, soft and boneless, with transparent and small toes, and the blood vessels faintly visible. The white stockings and red skirt are tied up, revealing a pair of exquisite small feet.

Even though Lu Mingyuan's predecessor had slept with many courtesans in brothels and many images emerged in his mind, no woman's feet could compare to Yang Yingchan's pair of jade feet.

Yang Yingchan seemed to be aware of someone's gaze. She quietly tucked her pair of jade feet under her skirt, sat on the bed, and her cheeks were slightly rosy.

Lu Mingyuan had stopped looking and instead put his hands behind his back and looked out the window.

Because of the autumn rain, the sky looked quite gloomy.

Lu Mingyuan stared at the dripping raindrops and said with emotion: "This rainy weather is really suitable for sleeping."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room became very subtle.

"His Majesty."

Finally, Yang Yingchan spoke first with a blushing face.

"Urgent report from the front!"

But before she could finish, a loud, powerful voice was heard outside the bamboo building of the inn.

Suddenly interrupted, a gloomy look appeared in Yang Yingchan's eyes.

An armored soldier, holding a command flag and riding a huge dragon-unicorn horse, which was unique to the Great Yan Imperial Guards, came to the downstairs of the inn in a panic with an anxious look on his face.

In an instant, countless eyes were cast in the direction of the bamboo building, and a large number of spiritual senses were scanning the area.

The Da Yan masters guarding the side are on standby at any time.

"He who comes is stopped."

A ninth-level martial arts priest, at some point in time, stood in front of him with a solemn expression.

"If you have any news, I will pass it on to you."

The imperial guard bowed and apologized, "Sir, this is a secret report from the front line. Only His Majesty can see it."

"Let him come up."

However, a lazy and bland reply soon came from upstairs.

After hearing these words, the Ninth Realm Warrior Priest let him go.

The imperial guards went upstairs and were surprised to see another person in the room, but they still knelt down and reported: "Your Majesty, there is a secret report from the front line of the Song Dynasty, and it is urgent."

"Bring it here, there are no outsiders here."

Lu Mingyuan instructed calmly.

"Yes!"

When Yang Yingchan heard these words, a warm feeling emerged in her heart.

The Imperial Guards handed the secret report to Lu Mingyuan.

Lu Mingyuan took the letter, which had not yet been opened, and began to read it.

Looking at it, his brows furrowed.

After reading it, his face returned to normal and he waved his hand: "You go down first."

After the imperial guards withdrew, he thought to himself, "It's not a particularly important military report. The whole world will know about it sooner or later. Is it because they are worried about delaying military operations that they included it in the secret report?"

"what happened?"

Yang Yingchan couldn't help but ask curiously.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at her and said seriously, "There were spies from other dynasties who sneaked into the Song Dynasty's Hangzhou Imperial City, triggering a large-scale battle among cultivators. The palace was destroyed on a large scale, and many masters of the Song Dynasty died. The second prince Song Yanyou was seriously injured and in a coma. It can be said that the loss was heavy."

"The most important thing is that the destiny and luck that originally belonged to the Song Dynasty was taken away by someone."

Lu Mingyuan frowned again and said, "It seems that other dynasties have already set their sights on the destiny and luck, and are taking action soon."

"The closest to Jingyun Continent is the Yinshuang Empire. Could it be that the Yinshuang Emperor did it?"

Jingyun Continent is outside the twelve continents of the Central Plains. It has a vast territory, rich geological resources, numerous chambers of commerce, and is home to many wealthy people. It once belonged to the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Therefore, Lu Mingyuan still had some impression of the capital of the Song Dynasty.

To the north of the Song Dynasty was the vast and desolate world.

Therefore, almost every year, the Song Dynasty had to spend huge amounts of money to repair border fortresses and guard the country.

It can be said that Hangzhou is one of the top five gathering places for cultivators, besides Dayan, Dayu, Nanli and Dawu. Although there are not enough top masters, the strength of the city and the formations are more exquisite than any other city. In addition, the Song Dynasty was a prosperous place for martial arts, and it mainly raised warriors, and it was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

At the same time, Hangzhou is also the gathering place of resources, wealth, strong people and beauties of the entire Jingyun Continent. As long as there is enough money, the cultivators can buy everything they want there.

The Song Dynasty was almost a country with one city and a border.

How could such a capital city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack be breached so easily?
Lu Mingyuan couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

If there really is such a dynasty, first exclude the small countries around it, they do not have such strength.

The most likely possibility is the Silver Frost Empire.

Could it be that Emperor Yinshuang was unsatisfied and felt that one destiny was not enough, so he wanted to plunder more, so he attacked the weakest and closest Song Dynasty?
How powerful must this mysterious master who broke into the capital be? He must be at least at the peak of the twelfth level, right?

Weird, so weird.

After hearing the news from Lu Mingyuan, Yang Yingchan was also thinking about the contents of the military newspaper.

Suddenly.

Yang Yingchan's heart moved, and she thought of something, and said, "I recently heard my father talk about an important event, maybe Your Highness will be interested."

"What's the matter?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

Yang Yingchan said seriously, "Not long ago, the Holy Nether Demon Nation sent troops to invade our Great Yan territory. Many wars broke out in the northwest, causing bloodshed. The number of human monks who died was no less than the casualties caused by the turmoil in Tianxuan Continent." Lu Mingyuan's expression became serious and he asked, "Why?"

"It is said that it is related to the ten clans of the underworld. The major races in the underworld each have different innate magical powers. This turmoil is related to the blood clan among the ten clans." Yang Yingchan said.

Lu Mingyuan showed a concerned look and said, "You mean, this matter is likely to be caused by people from the Demon Country?"

“I’m not sure, but it can be used as a reference.”

Yang Yingchan shook her head and said, "The battle at that time was quite fierce and affected a wide area, but very few people knew the inside story. In that battle, the armies of various states and counties suffered losses to varying degrees. Of course, the most eye-catching event was the death of Mr. Qi."

"Is it related to Mr. Qi?" Lu Mingyuan's expression changed, as if he had heard some important news. He asked, "Tell me in detail, what abilities do the blood race have?"

The death of Mr. Qi has always been a pain in Lu Mingyuan's heart, and he would not let go of any news.

Before this, Lu Mingyuan had never connected this matter with the people from the Holy Nether Demon Kingdom.

Now it seems that this is really possible.

Yang Yingchan continued, "The vampires have two main abilities. One is to cultivate by sucking the blood of living beings, and the other is to transform into the face of the person who sucked the blood and read their memory to achieve the effect of disguise."

"All the disputes in the northwest originated from this. The armies of many states and counties were infiltrated by demons and then breached from the inside. Although the Great Wall in the north is solid, it cannot resist internal infiltration."

"The final battlefield of the battle in Tianxuan Prefecture was located in the territory where Tianshui City is located. It was precisely because of the blood clan cultivators who mixed in with the people and held the real people hostage that Mr. Qi was in a dilemma and had no choice but to sacrifice his life for the cause."

"The old man is indeed very strong, and he is a sage of the time. However, he is only a Confucian cultivator after all, and his body is quite fragile. Once attacked, he will surely die. Moreover, he is facing the siege of three or four powerful blood clan members."

Lu Mingyuan clenched his hands tightly and squeezed out four words from his lips: "Another vampire."

He was not at all unfamiliar with the vampires.

The Duke of Bloody Burial died at his hands.

In the Great Thousand Canglan Map, he was repeatedly targeted by the vampires.

In his first life, as a Martial Saint, he was ambushed by Liu Zun, the God of the Blood Clan.

In his second life, he was plotted against by the prince of the blood clan, but fortunately he killed him himself.

"It seems that this time, it is also related to the blood clan."

Lu Mingyuan felt very guilty when he thought that he inherited the throne but his father-in-law died.

"I suddenly want to go to the Song Dynasty, not for anything else, but to see who is plotting against the destiny and fortune."

Yang Yingchan had long guessed that the relationship between Lu Mingyuan and Qi Xingyan was not as simple as father-in-law and son-in-law. There might also be some kind of teacher-protector relationship. When she heard Lu Mingyuan make this decision, she was not surprised at all.

However, she would never allow Lu Mingyuan to take risks, and immediately advised him: "The Song Dynasty is located in the north, close to the wilderness. Your Majesty is now the supreme ruler of a country, so please think twice."

Lu Mingyuan's eyes narrowed.

Only then did I remember myself now.

He is already the Emperor of Great Yan and the ruler of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Generally speaking, you cannot leave the capital city even a single step.

In a sense, he has become the mascot of Da Yan.

He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile and said, "I didn't expect that after leaving the cold palace, I would be trapped in the capital again."

Seeing his expression, Yang Yingchan said with great distress: "I don't know what is going on with the Song Dynasty. I just told you a possibility. This time, the destiny of heaven has come. All the dynasties are coveting the existence of destiny and trying to become the next destiny dynasty. The blood race is not the only result or the only answer. Your Majesty needs to think about it carefully."

Although Yang Yingchan's words were quite obscure, Lu Mingyuan still understood them.

The destiny of heaven has come to the world, and now is the time for war. The great struggle has begun.

As an emperor, he cannot leave the capital at will.

Yang Yingchan added: "Of course, it is also possible that other dynasties covet the destiny and luck of the Song Dynasty. So in the future, it will be even more difficult for Da Yan to obtain a share of destiny and luck from other dynasties."

During the coronation ceremony, Lu Mingyuan heard from the Sage of Literature that there were records in the classics of small countries plundering the destiny and fortune of big countries.

Now that someone has taken action first, it is definitely not good news for Dayan.

The Great Sui, Nanli, and Yinshuang are all huge dynasties that evolved from the Middle Ages. They have a long history and their influence among the major dynasties is second only to the Great Yan.

Even when my father was in power, he would not easily go to war with them.

Once the war starts, there will be rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

Lu Mingyuan's emotions gradually recovered and he began to think seriously. He said, "The more this is the case, the more I want to go to the Six Kingdoms."

"But." Yang Yingchan still wanted to persuade her.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes were firm as he interrupted her and continued, "Of course, not now. If one day I can reach the upper third rank, or even surpass the Martial Saint, then I will have few rivals in the whole world. By then, even the Saint Grandmaster will not be my opponent."

Seeing that Lu Mingyuan had made up his mind, Yang Yingchan stopped trying to persuade him and said, "No ordinary person would have the chance to sneak into a heavily guarded capital. If Your Highness is proficient in the art of transformation and has strength comparable to that of Confucian saints, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Taoist immortals, you can give it a try."

"There will be a day like this."

Lu Mingyuan said so.

Great Yan Capital.

The evening wind is biting and the autumn rain is continuous. The raindrops are like knives, dripping on the face and causing pain.

The army entering the city left a trail of mottled footprints on the mud outside the city.

The general on the city wall looked at the returning army with a smile on his face.

The leader was a handsome man wearing a red cape. He looked familiar and should be of high status. He took off his armor and returned triumphantly, with his black hair draped over his shoulders, walking in front.

A huge flag with the word "Huo" on it fluttered in the wind.

The people in the capital city looked out their windows and saw this scene in the rain, and they all discussed it with joy.

"It's Champion Hou!"

"After many years, he has driven away all the demons on the border!"

"That's great. We don't have to worry about a war. I've heard a lot of people say there might be a war in the near future."

"Don't worry now. With Champion Hou here, this is the safest place."

Listening to the words on the street, Huo Qing's body, which had been tired for several days, couldn't help but relax a little.

His eyes were fixed on the people on both sides of the road, and his belief became stronger.

As long as I am alive, I will not allow war to befall the people of Dayan.

The new emperor is on the throne and everything is ready.

He will definitely be able to put an end to the mess left by the previous dynasty just like he did when he was eighteen.

As he was thinking this, the carriage arrived at the palace in a short while.

(End of this chapter)