Tang Dynasty: Taking the Empress Dowager to a brothel, Father Emperor, what a coincidence!

Just as Qin Huaidao reached the outside of the main hall, a shout suddenly came from ahead.

"Get the hell out of my way, you bastard! It's all your fault for being late!"

Cheng Yaojin stormed in, his face full of anger, followed by the unlucky Cheng Chumo.

As soon as Cheng Yaojin entered, he saw Qin Huaidao and the two people behind him.

When he saw the woman behind Qin Huaidao, his eyes lit up instantly.

Cheng Yaojin walked up to Qin Huaidao, put his arm around his shoulder, and asked:

"Nephew, who's this woman? She's quite attractive."

Qin Huaidao honestly replied:

"Uncle Cheng, this is the Queen of Silla."

"The Queen of Silla?"

Cheng Yaojin's eyes darted around, and he forcefully stopped Qin Huaidao.

"Oh dear, my good nephew. Look at you, charging into battle all this way, you must be exhausted. How can I let you do this kind of hard work again?"

"I'll leave this to you, Uncle. You should go and rest in the shop. His Highness probably has other things to tell you."

As he spoke, he snatched the Silla Queen directly from the soldier's hands.

Qin Huaidao was somewhat bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

"Uncle Cheng, this..."

"What's all this about? Why are you being so polite with your uncle? Ever since your father passed away, I've treated you like my own son. Go on, His Highness is waiting."

Qin Huaidao was pushed a few steps toward the main hall by Cheng Yaojin in a daze.

He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly and walked towards the main hall.

Cheng Chumo then sidled up to his father and asked, somewhat naively:

"Father, why are you snatching this old woman? Didn't His Highness say he'd kill her?"

"Snapped!"

Cheng Yaojin slapped Cheng Chumo hard across the back of the head, scolding him with a look of anger and disbelief:

"Are you a pig? Is this robbery? This is called sharing the burden for your nephew."

"What a great achievement it is to kill the ruler of an enemy state! Your father rushed here as fast as he could; if we don't seize this opportunity, what will our Cheng family have to do with this victory? Just watch."

After saying that, Cheng Yaojin ignored the pitiful look in the eyes of the Queen of Silla and swung his axe down.

After the head fell to the ground, Cheng Yaojin kicked Jin Chunqiu right in front of Cheng Chumo.

"Son, this is yours. Don't say your father doesn't love you."

Inside the main hall, Li Chengqian, seeing Qin Huaidao return so quickly after just leaving, asked in confusion:

"Huai Dao, why are you back?"

Qin Huaidao honestly recounted what had just happened outside the hall:

"Uncle Cheng said he could handle this kind of rough work and told me to come in and rest first."

"..."

Li Chengqian was speechless.

He glanced back at Li Jing and found that Li Jing also had a look of bewilderment, as if he were both laughing and crying.

"This old bastard is getting more and more shameless in his pursuit of military merits."

Everyone in the hall was stunned by Cheng Yaojin's outrageous antics.

Fang Yi'ai and the others looked at the outside of the main hall with admiration.

They learned another trick.

Li Chengqian rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Oh well, let it be.

......

The Baekje royal city of Sabi.

King Buyeo Jang of Baekje was enjoying himself in the palace hall, embracing a beautiful concubine and drinking and making merry.

Below, a scout is reporting the latest news:

"Your Majesty! According to our scouts, the main forces of the Tang Dynasty and Silla are locked in a fierce battle at Luoying Mountain. Tang general Cheng Zhijie is surrounded by tens of thousands of Silla troops and is on the verge of total annihilation."

"Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Buyeo Jang burst into laughter.

"Good! Well done. It would be even better if both sides were severely injured."

He stood up, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, and looked at the assembled officials in the hall.

"See? This is my plan. Let the two mad dogs, Tang and Silla, tear each other apart. Once they are both exhausted, I will immediately send troops north to wipe them out in one fell swoop."

He opened his arms,

"By then, who else besides myself, Buyeo Jang, will be worthy to be the ruler of this peninsula?"

Inside the main hall, the courtiers all began to flatter him.

"Your Majesty is wise and mighty, may your reign last for ten thousand generations."

"Baekje will surely unify the peninsula."

Fu Yuzhang felt quite flattered by these compliments.

However, before his dream could end, a deafening roar echoed outside the royal city.

That was the sound of ten thousand horses galloping.

On the walls of Sabi, the drowsy Baekje soldiers were awakened by the sudden commotion.

They peered out from the battlements in terror, only to see a dark mass of cavalry appear outside the city under the cover of night.

Du Ruhui smiled and pointed to the Sibi city wall, saying to Qin Qiong beside him:

"Duke Yi, this time we're just passing bandits, after money, not lives."

So don't make yourself known. And don't go on a killing spree.

Qin Qiong sneered, drew his pair of golden maces, and roared:

"All troops, listen to my command!"

Use the thunder in your palm to clear the way and smash open the city gates for me.

After entering the city, they left nothing but desolation.

At Qin Qiong's command, more than thirty riders charged straight towards the city wall.

boom!

A series of explosions rang out.

The city gate collapsed with a deafening roar in the violent explosion.

Inside the royal palace hall, the wine cup in Buyeo Jang's hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

He looked at the night sky outside the palace, reddened by the firelight, and said in horror:

"Heavens...heavenly soldiers have descended to earth?"

Inside the main hall, a general shouted:

"What's going on? Where did this enemy come from?"

"Quick! Go check on the city wall!"

"Protect the King."

The Baekje court was thrown into chaos.

outside the city.

Du Ruhui looked at the city gate that had been blown open and shook the feather fan in his hand with satisfaction.

Qin Qiong watched from the side, grinning from ear to ear.

In the dead of winter, someone has to carry around a broken fan to show off.

You won't freeze to death.

"Duke Yi, His Highness's treasure is really useful; it saves us so much trouble."

Remember this: a swift and decisive battle. After looting their treasury, kill all the nobles, and then we'll retreat immediately.

We absolutely must not reveal our identities. His Highness will send someone to take over later.

Qin Qiong remained silent.

But his eyes were already starting to turn red.

The first war god of the Tang Dynasty, the double-flower red stick of the Tang Dynasty.

How could they be watching the battlefield without reacting?

He gripped the golden mace tightly, the veins on his hands bulging.

"kill!"

Qin Qiong watched as his soldiers charged into the city.

He couldn't take it any longer.

To hell with being in charge of the rear.

Screw being a bandit.

I am Qin Qiong.

He was the Duke of Yi of the Tang Dynasty.

"Get me some water."

Without even greeting Du Ruhui, Qin Qiong charged toward the chaotic city gate, brandishing his double maces.

"Holy shit! You get the hell back here!"

Upon seeing this, Du Ruhui immediately began to curse.

"You old bastard! You were supposed to stay in the rear. Why the hell did you rush up there? Come back here right now!"

Unfortunately, Du Ruhui's curses were drowned out by the overwhelming shouts of battle.

As Qin Qiong charged into the enemy ranks, he felt every pore on his body open up.

That long-lost feeling of exhilaration made him unable to hold back a roar:

"Aww..."

The pair of golden maces in his hands seemed to come alive at that moment.

A Baekje captain thrust his spear forward, but Qin Qiong didn't even look at him. He casually deflected the spear with his left mace, and the spear swung uncontrollably to the side.

Immediately afterwards, he brought his right mace down.

The captain was swept off his horse.

Qin Qiong galloped wildly on his horse, his double maces transforming into two walls of death in his hands.

Any Baekje soldier who came within three steps of him was either killed or maimed.

"Hold on tight! No retreating!"

Seeing that the morale of his army was about to collapse, a valiant general of Baekje shouted in desperation.

Seeing Qin Qiong charging through the chaotic army unstoppable, he knew that to capture the thief, one must first capture the leader. As long as he killed this masked bandit leader, the chaos would be resolved.

"You treacherous general, cease your arrogance! Take this!"

The valiant general, confident in his bravery and considered one of the most formidable warriors in the Baekje army, immediately brandished his spear, leaped onto his horse, and charged straight for Qin Qiong's back.

He used all his strength in that shot, aiming for a single, fatal blow.

Feeling the chilling wind behind him, Qin Qiong didn't even bother to turn his head.

He snorted coldly, and just as the spear was about to reach him, he twisted his body at an incredible angle on the horse's back.

"clang!"

The spear tip that was thrusting towards him was deflected by his backhand mace, the immense force causing the Baekje general's hand to split open, almost causing him to lose his grip on his weapon.

Before he could react, Qin Qiong's other golden mace swept in from a tricky angle.

The valiant general was swept off his horse.

Just as he raised his head and looked at Qin Qiong in horror.

A night breeze blew by.

A corner of the black cloth covering Qin Qiong's face was lifted.

Under the moonlight, a face known to everyone in the Tang Dynasty appeared before the valiant general.

He pointed at Qin Qiong on horseback with a terrified expression and screamed:

"You...you are Duke Qin Qiong of Yi? Aren't you dead?"