About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

Li Qingcha lowered his head in deep thought.

Has the situation in the capital become so corrupt?

However, the Supervisor did not send a message to Chi Weili through the special method of the Imperial Observatory, which means that the situation is not out of control.

White silk is not allowed to ride sister...

Li Qingcha led fifty soldiers from the Beijing camp to the city gate.

The city gates were still tightly closed, and no one on the parapet even stuck their heads out to look down at the city.

Li Qingcha raised his hand.

Immediately, a soldier shouted, "The defenders on the city, Wuding Hou Li Qingcha has returned to the capital, why don't you open the city gates quickly!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence swept over.

The soldier gathered all his strength and shouted several more times. The veins on his neck bulged, his face flushed, and he was out of breath from shouting.

As a result, no one responded.

Li Qingcha raised his head.

There were so many people on the city wall, it was impossible that they didn't hear it.

It seems that they either received an order to "not open the door"; or they were unsure about the status of the new marquis in the city and needed to ask their superiors whether to open the door.

tsk...

Li Qingcha was shocked and stretched out his right hand.

"Here comes the bow!"

The soldier was stunned for a second before he took out the bow and arrow and handed it to Li Qingcha.

Li Qingcha had never used a bow before, but as a high-ranking monk, archery was almost like playing.

She draws her bow and arrow, holds the Yuan and guards the One.

The two-stone bow was pulled open with a "creaky" sound, like a full moon.

next moment,

call out--

The arrow flew straight out, accompanied by the rustling sound of the wind, and flew towards the city wall like a meteor, nailing on the gate of the guard house.

The arrow sank into the wooden board without the tail feathers even trembling.

The soldiers above could no longer ignore the knock on the door in this way.

Someone poked his head out from the gap in the parapet.

"The nine gates of the capital are closed at night. Who is knocking on the gates with feather arrows? Are they planning a counterattack..."

As a result, before he could even utter the word "城" in "攻城", he shrank back because he saw Li Qingcha pulling the bowstring again.

Dudududu——

There were three consecutive sounds, and the bowstring made a crisp sound, but there was no white shadow of the arrow feather.

The soldiers behind Li Qingcha couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ha ha……"

"The people from the Bingmasi are such cowards!"

"My Lord, you didn't even put the arrow on the bow."

……

There were laughs everywhere.

Li Qingcha raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then nodded to the soldiers around him.

The latter understood and shouted to the city wall: "Li Qingcha, the Marquis of Wuding, wants to enter the city. Who is on duty on the city wall? Why don't you open the gate quickly?"

There was another commotion in the city.

About half a minute later, the people from Bingmasi brought out the "sucker".

A general who was guarding the city poked his head out, wearing his helmet crookedly. With Li Qingcha's eyesight, he could even see a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

It's really hard for him in such a cold day.

The general said: "Now..."

Li Qingcha immediately interrupted and asked, "Who is replying?"

The general was almost choked to death and quickly said, "I am Pang Qian, the captain of the military department, and I am honored to meet the Marquis of Wuding."

Li Qingcha snorted coldly, thinking that he was really a scapegoat.

The chief officer guarding the Nine Gates City is at least a thousand households.

She said, "What's going on? Who ordered you to block Deshengmen?"

Pang Qian answered loudly: "My Lord, the nine gates of our capital are always closed at night. Why do you ask this?"

"Hmph! What time is it now?"

"Ah this..."

Sweat beads rolled down Pang Qian's forehead, more than before.

Li Qingcha said, "It's almost the 15th hour of the morning. It's almost time for the morning court session, but it's not time to open the door yet? Open the door now! Hurry up!"

The tone left no room for doubt.

Pang Qian was speechless and retreated back into the city wall. He must have gone to ask for instructions from his superiors again.

After a while, Deshengmen was pushed open.

Pang Qian came running over quickly.

"Master Hou..."

He had heard of Li Qingcha's notorious reputation and knew that the nearly a thousand corpses on the Bozhou beach were the work of Li Qingcha.

At this moment, he saw Li Qingcha's serious expression and subconsciously felt a little timid.

"Since the beginning of winter, the dawn has been getting later and later, and we who are guarding the city have not been able to judge the time to open the gate. It was really an unintentional mistake. I hope that the Marquis will forgive me."

Obviously looking for a reason.

Isn’t there a night watchman in the capital?

Li Qingcha was too lazy to argue and simply asked, "Who ordered the blockade of the nine cities?"

goo...

Pang Qian swallowed his saliva in fear.

"My Lord, no one..."

"Humph! Is it the Crown Prince? Or the Second Prince?"

"..."

Pang Qian didn't dare to reply.

Li Qingcha looked at him and thought that he was just a centurion and would not know so much, so he shook his head.

She tightened the reins, turned the horse around, and prepared to enter the city.

Unexpectedly, Pang Qian moved slightly, stood in front of him, and said, "My Lord, it's still dark, you might as well wait a while before entering the city, so as not to disturb the emperor."

Li Qingcha raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean!? I am returning to the capital to report to the emperor. How can I say 'disturbing the emperor'?"

"Master Hou..."

"You are just a small centurion, you are nothing but cannon fodder. I advise you to get out of the way now and don't make mistakes."

Li Qingcha held the streamer hanging on the side of the horse with one hand and looked down from above.

The pressure is overwhelming.

Although Pang Qian was a captain of the military department, he had no real experience in commanding troops to resist the enemy. His morale was instantly discouraged. He hesitated again and again, weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and finally gave way.

As the saying goes, "When gods fight, mortals suffer."

He was persuaded by Li Qingcha and did not want to be cannon fodder.

Li Qingcha whipped the horse's buttocks and led the soldiers into Deshengmen, heading straight towards Wumen Square.

Chapter 613 "Snowman"

The crowd walked through the neighborhood.

Li Qingcha looked around.

In the past, food vendors would prepare breakfast for sale at this time.

But the people in the capital were very sensitive. Perhaps they sensed the tension in the situation. Coupled with the light snow falling from the sky, the temperature was very low and the streets were sparsely populated.

Soon, they saw the Forbidden City in the distance.

The glazed tiles of the temple were covered with white snow, adding to the desolation.

Chi Weili rushed to Li Qingcha and asked in a low voice, "Can you handle the palace alone? Should I go back to Master and Weiyang to ask about the details?"

Li Qingcha pondered, then nodded.

"Ah."

Chi Weili looked at her deeply and reminded her to "be careful", then he rode away from the main force and headed towards Zhaixing Tower.

Li Qingcha led the rest of the group to the palace.

Before they reached the Meridian Gate Square, soldiers from the Military Affairs Department came forward to stop them, but they were all repelled by Li Qingcha.

They could only let him go and watch Li Qingcha lead the team on horseback.

Arriving at the Meridian Gate,

Li Qingcha raised his hand to pull the reins of his horse and looked at the situation in the square.

Behind her, fifty soldiers from the Beijing camp also held their breath and stared with wide eyes.

There are many "snowmen" scattered regularly on the square.

They stood there straight, their body temperature slowly melting the snow on their bodies, but the new snow fell on them, layer by layer, making the "snowmen" even more crystal clear.

Between the snowmen, there was not white snow, but gray stone brick ground, which was the path trampled by the soldiers of the Bingmasi who were walking around.

Someone said: "My Lord, those are the civil and military officials..."

Li Qingcha hummed lightly, dismounted, and walked towards the "snowman".

The soldiers of the Beijing camp followed closely behind.

More than fifty people stepped on the snow.

crunch--

A series of muffled sounds.

An official turned around and saw Li Qingcha. He did not show any surprise, but looked lifeless.

They were frozen and their brains were a little slow to work.

Li Qingcha continued to move forward.

Suddenly,

"Master Jie?"

She noticed an official on her right, it was Xie Chengxuan, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites.