Xuanxia

Chapter 920 Missed Things
On the way to Qiluo Palace, Zhao Hao found an excuse to chat with Fu Qingzhou about many things. Only then did Fu Qingzhou's mood slowly come out of that terrifying state and gradually calmed down.

When it comes down to it, what happened in these three years is not really complicated. In fact, Gong Yangxunyan has already described the general situation before.

What Zhao Hao was talking about here was more about the things he encountered while working in Mingjian Pavilion.

The first was the turmoil in the capital that year.

After the Xuanmeng Ceremony, King Xishuo really led his troops into the city and fought all the way to the imperial palace. Not only that, he also controlled the two major garrisons in the capital, the Patrol Battalion and the Imperial Guards, and transferred a part of the Thousand Years Old Army. He even used the power of the aristocratic families to instigate a considerable number of people in the Mingjian Pavilion to rebel. It can be said that his plan was almost foolproof.

But I didn't expect that Yan Yidong, who is so old that he doesn't care much about court affairs and is usually like a mascot, would react so strongly!

As soon as Yan Yidong showed up, all those people in the capital who had been dormant and forbearing began to move.

These people not only have power in the court, but also include the four major classes of officials, farmers, workers, and businessmen. Even the usually shameful underworld in the capital have all joined in the movement.

They don't have the ability to confront the army head-on, but they can stir up trouble in secret, burn camps, assassinate, poison, spy...

This series of measures, coupled with the fact that all the people involved were Beijing residents, made it impossible to defend against them.

At the same time, Dong Qianran and Master Huikong also entered the imperial city in person and fought a fierce battle with King Xishuo!
No one knows how fierce the battle was.

But afterwards, King Xishuo did flee the capital, and a small part of the imperial city was destroyed. Master Huikong also left the capital and went to the old temple of Jinchan Temple in Dangdang Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. Dong Qianran was seriously injured and bedridden for the full term.

Lan Xiyu and the disciples of Qianfang Baixiao Tower, who should have played a major role in this incident, were almost wiped out by Qiu Chan's sword on the city wall. Lan Jingsong and other disciples were all killed, and Lan Xiyu was also seriously injured.

As for Yuan Zizhen, the swordsman of Renjian, he did not go to the capital, but returned directly to his territory, Fuhe Province, after leaving Luoyi.

After all, he is still the governor of Fuhe Province. If King Xishuo wants to start a rebellion, he can be regarded as a local lord and can help guard the area.

Afterwards, when Master Baihe led the Xuan League to escort Tang Jiao into Shu, they encountered the navy entering the land along the Hongjiang River. They were also the party that created the King of Xishuo. There were some conflicts between the two sides, and Master Baihe personally took action and disrupted a lot of their troubles.

Although Ning Wushu, Hong Zhi and his group also went to the capital, they unexpectedly took a different route from the Xuanmeng people.

Ning Wushu had been on the march for many years and had determined the unusual movements of the garrison forces of various parties along the way. So he immediately hit it off with Hong Zhi and began to form an army of rebels.

The worst-case scenario they had originally planned was that the capital had been occupied, and they had to find a way to take it back!

But the ending was much better than they expected.

"I don't have much contact with the rebels."

Talking about this, Zhao Hao shrugged and said, "I'm mainly dealing with the affairs of Beiyi. After all, this is the most important part."

Fu Qingzhou nodded: "What about the capital? I heard that the aristocratic families and the royalists in the capital are now maintaining a barely balanced relationship?"

"That's it."

Zhao Hao said: "The interesting thing is that the point that maintains the balance is your good brother Yue Heng."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Because he is the son-in-law of the Yuan family's grandson and a person personally promoted by the emperor?"

"Correct."

Zhao Hao said: "In fact, he directly surrendered to the Yuan family at the beginning... This incident made him suffer a lot of criticism. Many righteous men and students in the folks criticized him verbally, and storytellers in many places even made up stories to insinuate Yue Heng."

"But after he gained power in the cabinet and won over the three ministries of finance, personnel and rites... in the past year or so, his working style has changed."

"He started to go against Gu Jinchen."

Fu Qingzhou heard the name again and paused: "I heard that Gu Jinchen took over the Censorate."

"good."

Zhao Hao sneered under his mask: "He is just a guy who was used by the noble families to do dirty things. He used the name of the Censorate to investigate cases and killed many loyal people."

"To put it bluntly..." He said in a slightly cold voice: "The aristocratic family just wants to settle everyone and then help their own emperor to the throne."

He didn't say much, but Fu Qingzhou roughly understood what was going on.

Zhao Yuan is not here, but no one can prove that he is dead. The aristocratic families must want to take this opportunity to help a new emperor take the throne and serve as a puppet. This new emperor can be King Xishuo or anyone with the surname Zhao in their faction.

Of course, the best choice is an empty shell... an empty shell that hides the soul of the former emperor.

But of course the royalists would never agree.

The struggle between the two sides naturally revolved around this matter.

The struggle in the capital determined the voice of both sides in the civil service group.

The battle between the Xishuo Army and the rebel army determined the strength of both sides in terms of "guns".

Throughout history, swords, spears, halberds, pens, ink, paper and inkstone are all indispensable for accomplishing things.

One conquers the world, the other rules the world, both are indispensable.

"But the most important battlefield is, of course, the northern border."

Zhao Hao said: "As long as Marshal Hong can spare some time, the Xishuo Army will collapse in an instant."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Now that Marshal Hong has entered the Northern Barbarians' grasslands, the Xishuo Army must know about it. Will they not take any action?"

"This is also what I will investigate and do later." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Do you want to join us?"

"we'll see."

Fu Qingzhou is not sure about his next plan now: "I have finally got the identity of an ancestor spirit, so I will settle the matter in Beiyi first."

Afterwards, the two talked about what happened in Yandu before.

"You really don't care about what you do."

Zhao Hao complained: "With just a small accident, Huo Yaer regained control of the Ancestral Hall. The Sword Academy and Qiluo Palace were almost wiped out! If it weren't for me, they would all be doomed!"

Hearing this, Fu Qingzhou smiled instead: "Actually, no, I have been planning to sneak up on Huo Yaer. Even if you don't take action, I will still have a way."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes, and even through the two eye holes on the mask, one could see the whites of his eyes in disdain.

"Even if the world is destroyed one day, your mouth will be left behind," he murmured.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and did not argue, but suddenly realized something and asked, "That's not right. I can feel that you are almost at the seventh level, at most the eighth level. How can you save people?"

Zhao Hao paused.

Then he coughed twice and said, "You will know when you arrive at Qiluo Palace."

Fu Qingzhou didn't take it too seriously. In his opinion, Zhao Hao just got two or three experts.

But when he really arrived outside the Qiluo Palace and looked at the two figures not far ahead who were also wearing black robes and spirit dragon masks, he was still stunned.

Two people stood on the left and right, their black robes and masks completely covering their appearance. They were about the same height, and even their postures were the same, with their hands clasped in front of their chests.

There's just one difference.

The man on the left is holding a sword in front of his chest.

The man on the right...holding a scabbard to his chest.

(End of this chapter)