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Chapter 790 Loyalty! (5K4)

Divide the Wei family’s land and assets equally?

Hearing Pei Mao's speech, everyone was immediately cheered up. There was no better mobilization than this.

The Wei family is the most prominent family in Hedong.

Everyone in the room became excited when they thought that after they succeeded, they would not only be able to severely strike a blow to the arrogance of that Su kid, but they would also be able to legitimately divide up the Wei family's assets.

"Brother Pei is brilliant!"

"Brother Pei is very thoughtful!"

"Tomorrow night is the time for us to turn the tide, rectify the rules, and restore our glory!"

Everyone echoed, with greed gleaming in their eyes.

In their view, this is not only a counterattack to survive, but also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a fortune.

The Wei family's land, wealth, and countless beauties will all become theirs.

Pei Mao's proposal seemed to open a door to wealth and power for them.

If they take down the Wei family and get rid of Su Yao, their influence will no longer be limited to the eastern corner of Hedong. Such an opportunity should not be missed.

All of a sudden, these family heads patted their chests, saying that they would go all out and follow Pei Mao's lead, as if victory was within their grasp.

Just like that, when everyone was immersed in the fantasy of the upcoming "victory", Pei Mao cleared his throat and continued:

"Everyone, this operation is of great importance. If there is any mistake, there will be no recovery."

"Therefore, we must strictly follow the plan and not slack off in the slightest."

Pei Mao suddenly drew out his sword and glanced at everyone present:

"We, the elite soldiers of the noble families, must gather on time at midnight tomorrow night and follow the predetermined route to attack the city gate, the county governor's mansion, and the bandit's base. Once we succeed, we will immediately control the entire city and not let any of Su Yao's minions escape!"

After hearing this, everyone stood up and responded, and the mood was very excited.

Pei Mao was very pleased with this scene.

He knew that although these noble families seemed united on the surface, they actually had their own agenda, and threats alone would not make them work hard to help him.

Only interests can truly bind these greedy guys together, and dividing up the Wei family is undoubtedly the most tempting piece of fat at the moment.

Thinking of this, Pei Mao sneered in his heart and couldn't help but thank the Wei family for their untimely choice, otherwise he would not be able to offer enough benefits to tempt everyone.

However, gratitude aside, Pei Mao would never allow the Wei family to break their promise, betray the Aristocratic Family Alliance, and tip off Su Yao.

Before, Pei Mao had been on guard against the Wei family because of their two-faced behavior. Although he secretly asked his son to persuade Wei Ying to do the job, he was still wary of Wei Ji, who was now working for Su Yao.

Now that Wei Ji has made his choice, he will not let the traitor go easily.

However, Wei Ji had no idea that he was in danger on his way from the mansion to the prefectural governor's mansion.
Wei Ji hurriedly left his mansion, got on a carriage, and headed straight to the county magistrate's mansion in the night.

The night was as dark as ink. At this time, Anyi was under curfew as usual and the streets were exceptionally quiet.

The moonlight sprinkled on the bluestone slabs, reflecting a cold silver light. Occasionally, a few dogs barking could be heard in the distance, breaking the silence of the night, but they quickly dissipated into the endless darkness.

The houses on both sides of the street were closed and the lights were off. In contrast to the noisy and bustling mansions of the aristocratic families, the ancient city of Anyi was like an old monk in meditation, sleeping quietly.

Wei Ji's carriage was speeding along the quiet street. The wheels made a dull sound as they rolled over the cobblestones, but the owner of the carriage felt a turbulent feeling in his heart, unable to calm down.

From his nephew Wei Ying's reaction, Wei Ji knew that the plan of Fan Pei and others might have come to an end and might break out at any time.

Now, if they arrive at the county magistrate's office a minute earlier and send out the intelligence, they will have more time to prepare.

There is no doubt that this not only concerns the safety of Anyi City, but also the fate of the Wei family.

The carriage was moving in a bumpy manner, and the county magistrate's mansion was getting closer and closer.

However, just when he thought everything was going well, suddenly a sharp whistle was heard from the front, and then several men in black rushed out from the shadows on both sides of the alley, holding sharp blades, and rushed towards the carriage.

“Whoa! Whoa!”

The coachman was horrified and hurriedly pulled the reins, causing the carriage to stop suddenly, almost throwing Wei Ji out of the carriage.

"Who is it?!" Wei Ji lifted the car curtain and asked sternly.

The men in black did not answer, but just smiled coldly and swung their swords at the carriage.

Seeing this, the coachman was so frightened that he jumped off the carriage and ran away.

Wei Ji's heart sank, knowing that he had been ambushed, but he did not panic too much, because
"Protect the clan leader!"

Suddenly, just as the ambush troops appeared, the guards around Wei Ji drew their swords and stood in front of him.

After all, the Wei family is a prominent family in Hedong, so naturally they also have their own soldiers and death squads.

Tonight was a critical moment that depended on success or failure, so Wei Ji brought more than ten guards with him.

Seeing that there were indeed assassins blocking the road, he immediately sat upright in the carriage and calmly commanded the guards to fight.

Immediately, the two groups of people fought each other, swords collided, sparks flew.

These guards were all carefully trained death warriors by the Wei family. They were very skilled in martial arts and faced with the sudden attack. They quickly formed a solid line of defense and ordinary people could not get close to them.

However, those men in black were obviously no ordinary people. They were agile and moved as swiftly as ghosts. Their sword skills were sharp and ruthless, and every move was aimed at the vital points.

Especially the man in black who was wielding a rapier in the front, his skills were amazing.

He moved around, attracting the attention of three people, and then suddenly leaned forward:
"clang!"

There was a crisp sound, and the long sword that was guarding him in front of him was shaken out of his hand, and then a sword blade with a cold glow pierced his throat.

The guard groaned, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

"what?!"

Seeing his carefully selected guard brother being killed by the thief's sword, the guard captain immediately exclaimed:
"Could this sword technique be attributed to Mr. Huang?!"

"Master Huang?" Wei Ji was shocked. He had heard of this man, a well-known swordsman in the martial arts world. His sword skills were sharp and he had killed people like crazy. He didn't expect that those people could actually ask such a master to deal with him.

The battle situation was urgent. Wei Ji was still shocked and the captain of the guard had not yet cried out in surprise, when the swordsman Huang, wielding the rapier, approached like a ghost, and the sword flashed like lightning, aiming straight at Wei Ji's throat.

Wei Ji's heart trembled, and he dodged in panic, only to see the sword's tip brush past his ribs, leaving a streak of scarlet blood:
"hiss--"

"Clan leader!"

"Protect the clan leader!"

Seeing this, the guards' eyes suddenly turned red, and they rushed forward desperately to try to stop the attack of Hero Huang.

However, Huang Da Xia's swordsmanship was too sharp. His figure shuttled among the guards like a ghost. As the sword flashed, two more guards fell to the ground and died in grief.

"Clan leader, leave quickly!"

The captain of the guard tried his best, wielded his sword to force back a man in black, then entangled with Hero Huang and shouted in panic.

Wei Ji took several steps back. He covered the wound on his ribs, and looked at the blood oozing out from between his fingers, his pupils trembling.

Compared to their first ancestor, the brave General Wei Qing, the current Wei clan members have long been a family of officials who have studied Confucian classics for generations.

Although Wei Ji also practiced his ancestral sword skills when he was young, it was more for physical fitness and family inheritance rather than fighting on the battlefield.

Now facing a martial arts master like Huang Da Xia, he is very clear that his unskilled skills are no match for his opponent.

Seeing that the captain of the guard was trying desperately to stop them, he gritted his teeth, escaped from the crowd in the chaos, and ran towards the county magistrate's mansion with all his might.

Wei Ji staggered away, covering the wound under his ribs. The moonlight stretched his shadow into a long and distorted shape.

Behind him, the sound of metal clashing gradually faded away, but the sound of hurried footsteps was like a thorn in his side.

The crisis has not yet subsided, but Wei Ji still sees hope:

The road ahead gradually became familiar. It led to the dark alley behind the county magistrate's mansion. After turning the third corner was the side door where the night incense was stored. It usually had a terrible stench, but at this moment it became the only way to survive.

If you escape there, the guards at the back door will never sit idly by and watch the pursuers commit atrocities.

"Qiang!"

Just when Wei Ji was concentrating, a soft sword suddenly dropped from the top of the wall, passed by the tip of Wei Ji's nose, and almost ended his life directly.

I don't know when the hero Huang climbed onto the roof, and he touched the blue brick with the tip of his sword to gain leverage, then pounced down while hanging upside down. Wei Ji rolled over in a panic, and the jade pendant on his waist hit the stone slab and shattered into pieces, but he just managed to avoid the fatal move that was coming through his head.

"You can only run away, Wei Boju!"

Huang Daxia tapped the wall with the tip of his boot, and the soft sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. He deliberately slowed down his attack, and the tip of his sword lifted the jade crown that bound Wei Ji's hair: "When General Wei Qing was galloping across the desert, did he ever think that his descendants would be as miserable as lost dogs?"

Hero Huang's eyes were filled with excitement.

After the Jinyiwei's control over the city became increasingly weak, he was invited by Pei Mao to keep a close eye on Wei Ji.

As long as he has the intention of betraying the family, then Hero Huang can kill him first and report later.

And as long as he got Wei Ji's head, he would be allowed to take away any three of the treasures that the Wei family had hidden for hundreds of years.

At this moment, seeing the desperate situation, the pride and greed in the heart of the hero Huang grew like weeds.

He seemed to have seen the Wei family's hidden treasures being collected by him. The dazzling gold, silver, jewellery, precious ancient books, calligraphy and paintings were all waving at him. After the success, he would become famous all over the world and would no longer have to live a life of hiding.

Thinking of this, a arrogant smile appeared on the corner of Huang Da Xia's mouth, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed out again, with a whistling sword wind, as if to tear Wei Ji to pieces completely.

"Go to hell, you dog officer!"

However, before Hero Huang could finish his words, there was a sudden sound of a mechanism at the end of the dark alley.

Three crossbow arrows flew through the air in a V-shape, and the arrowheads glowed with an eerie blue light under the moonlight.

Hero Huang spun around to dodge, swung his sword to block, nimbly avoiding two arrows while using his soft sword to knock down a crossbow arrow that he couldn't dodge in time.

But at the same time, the moment the sword and the crossbow arrow collided, the violent impact still caused his right hand to tremble and shake.

This moment gave Wei Ji a great opportunity. He seized the opportunity and pulled out the dagger hidden in his boots.

This short blade inlaid with the Wei family emblem was the "gentleman's weapon" given to him by his uncle when he came of age. At this moment, the blade was turned upside down and crashed into the sword net with the force of destroying both himself and the enemy.

"bass--"

The dagger broke with a sound, but the flying fragments scratched the black scarf covering Huang Da Xia's face.

The moonlight revealed a knife scar running across the left side of his face, with a tattoo at the end of the scar.

It turns out that this person was not the Hedong Huang hero, but the extremely evil criminal wanted by the government for causing more than a dozen bloody murders several years ago - Deng the Butcher with the Ghost Face and Sharp Knife!
"I see. I thought Mr. Huang wouldn't be that powerful."

Wei Ji suddenly sneered, letting the blood soak half of his clothes:
"Pei Mao even dared to take in such a wanted criminal of the imperial court. It seems that he is really desperate."

Deng Tuzi's face suddenly changed when he heard this. He stared at Wei Ji, his eyes sweeping across the dark depths at the end of the alley, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes:
"Anyone who sees this face of mine will die!"

After saying that, Deng Butcher suddenly jumped up, and his soft sword shot out like a snake out of a cave, going straight for Wei Ji's vitals. He no longer had any intention of playing around, and wanted to kill him with one blow, ending Wei Ji's life before the enemy reinforcements arrived.

However, although Deng the Butcher's knife was fast, the Jinyiwei's crossbows were still three times faster.

It turned out that the three crossbow arrows were just a warning. After seeing that Deng Butcher not only did not restrain himself but became even more presumptuous, the Jinyiwei who were ambushing in the dark no longer held back.

Suddenly, dozens of spring sounds exploded on the eaves, and the cold star-like arrows seemed to have eyes and bypassed Wei Ji, all hitting Deng Tuzi's vital points. Every move was fatal, and there was no mercy.

Deng Butzi's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw this, and the soft sword in his hand danced wildly like a silver snake, trying to weave an impenetrable sword net in front of him to block the crossbow arrows from all directions.

For a moment, the collision between the arrow and the sword produced a string of bright sparks, which was particularly dazzling in the dim street.

However, it is true that Deng Tuzi is a martial arts expert, but does he want to fight against dozens of powerful crossbows with just a soft sword?

He is not Su Yao, right?

puff! puff! puff! puff!
Several crossbow arrows penetrated Deng Tuzi's defense and pierced deep into his body. He let out a series of painful roars, staggered, and his body was shaky. Even so, Deng Tuzi was still unwilling to surrender. He held on to his last breath and waved his soft sword in a final struggle.

Seeing this, Wei Ji gritted his teeth and used all his strength to throw the broken dagger in his hand towards Deng Butcher.

This angry blow was unexpectedly accurate. The dagger passed by Deng Tuzi's shaking arm and pierced his heart directly.

"Varied?!"

Deng Tuzi felt a sharp pain in his heart. He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the handle of the dagger on his heart, as if he couldn't believe the reality before his eyes.

His body shook, his hands clenched and unclenched, the soft sword in his hand dropped limply, and then he fell straight back, hitting the ground with a heavy "thump", splashing a cloud of dust, and there was no movement anymore.

A generation of villains died here.

It was not until this moment that Wei Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves finally relaxed, and his body was on the verge of collapse due to excessive blood loss and excessive fatigue.

"Finally solved..."

Wei Ji's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground. His tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he felt a piercing pain from the wound under his ribs. The world in front of his eyes began to blur.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came closer and closer, and a team of Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms and embroidered spring swords on their waists appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The leader was Wang Ling. He looked anxious and quickly ran to Wei Ji. He squatted down to check his injuries and said, "Mr. Wei, how are you?"

Wei Ji tried his best to hold on and forced a smile: "Wang Zhonglang, I... I can still hold on."

"My family members are still fighting in the back, please help me quickly, General Zhonglang."

After Wang Ling checked and found that it was only a superficial wound, he breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to signal his men:
"Quick, carry Mr. Wei back to the county governor's mansion and ask the doctor to treat him immediately!"

Several Jinyiwei soldiers stepped forward, carefully lifted Wei Ji, and walked towards the county governor's mansion. At the same time, another team of Jinyiwei soldiers ran along the path Wei Ji took to clear out the remaining enemies on the street.

Naturally, Wang Ling didn't need to handle those small matters personally.

As soon as everyone entered the county magistrate's mansion, a medical officer rushed over, placed Wei Ji on a couch in the side hall, and quickly treated his wounds.

Only then did Wei Ji, who was lying on the couch, finally feel relieved:
"Thank you for your help, General Zhonglang. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have died here today."

"You're welcome, Mr. Wei. This is our duty."

Wang Ling smiled slightly, with a bit of confidence in his tone:

"Mr. Wei, don't worry. The general has long anticipated that those noble families will do something desperate, so he specifically ordered us to secretly monitor their every move."

"Although today's events may seem dangerous, they are actually under control. If you bait the thief, you will only bring about your own destruction."

When Wei Ji heard this, his heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt a chill in his mind.

The Jinyiwei set up control in advance, but took action only at the last moment. Why?
This so-called "they" who are monitoring me probably also includes myself.

Thinking of this, Wei Ji quickly collected his thoughts, bowed his head and said:

"The general is a man of foresight. No wonder he has won battle after battle and pacified the four directions. I admire him."

Wang Ling nodded slightly, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be accustomed to Wei Ji's praise.

Just a few days ago, he had learned Su Yao's entire plan from Guo Jia.

The unusual movements of the noble families before him were nothing more than the dying struggles of a clown in the eyes of the general.

"Mr. Wei, please rest and recover from your injuries."

Wang Ling smiled slightly, looked at Wei Ji with deep eyes, and said with some meaning in his tone:

"The general has always been clear about rewards and punishments. Mr. Wei's performance today will be remembered by the general."

Wei Ji's heart trembled, knowing that Wang Ling's words were full of meaning. He endured the pain from his wound and quickly stood up and said:

"General, thank you for your praise. Now in Anyi City, Pei Mao and others are ready to make moves, forming cliques and factions everywhere, intending to rebel. Although I am not talented, I am willing to do my part to protect Anyi and help the general."

He immediately reported the situation to Wang Ling, and at the same time declared that all members of the Wei family would obey Wang Ling's orders and would be irreconcilable with Pei Mao and other rebels.

After listening to Wei Ji's report, Wang Ling's eyes flashed with approval. He nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Wei is indeed very righteous. The general had anticipated this. Pei Mao and the others are just trapped beasts fighting hard. They can't cause any trouble."

"However, since they are determined to seek death, we don't have to be polite."

Wei Ji's heart trembled, and he knew what Wang Ling meant, so he quickly asked:
"What is the plan of the General? The Wei family is willing to cooperate fully."

Wang Ling smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes:
"Since they want to play, then we will play with them to the end. As for Mr. Wei, you can rest and recover from your injuries first. Leave the rest to us."

After saying that, Wang Ling turned and left, leaving Wei Ji lying alone on the couch, his heart in turmoil.

He knew that Wang Ling's words "play to the end" were by no means an understatement.

Pei Mao and others thought their plan was well-thought-out, but they didn't know they had already fallen into Su Yao's trap. Wei's choice might be the only way to survive this storm.

But he still didn't understand that the shortage of troops in the city was an indisputable fact, otherwise Pei Mao and others would never dare to attack easily.

Does the general think that the Jinyiwei and the few guards in the city alone can deal with the counterattack from almost all the aristocratic families in the city?
Pei Mao was puzzled and couldn't sleep all night.

It was not until the next morning that he dragged his sick body to the garden of the county magistrate's mansion and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing there.

General Su Yao!
He unexpectedly returned to his loyal county magistrate's mansion quietly without knowing when.

(End of this chapter)