Chapter seven hundred and ninety-ninth the body of a thousand gold
Xianyang Beicheng!
Compared to the rest of the West City, East City, and South City, it is quite inconspicuous, but the troops patrolling here are not weak at all.
The Beicheng area is mostly where some other institutions of the state government are located, where the state prison is located, and to the north where the royal tombs of the guarding royal family are located. Generally speaking, there are not many people coming and going. Although the streets are flat and there are many mansions, there are no business travelers.
Most of the important ministers gathered in the Xicheng area. After Youshi, the entire North City felt a different kind of silence.
Looking down, the entire area is plunged into darkness. Except for the patrolling soldiers holding torches on the streets, the national prison is the most important patrol.
"General, will the farmers come tonight?"
A young soldier in black armor looked at Ying Lun. They had received reliable news that the peasant family would attack the prison tonight and prepare to rescue the six elders of the peasant family inside.
"Whether you come or not, I have already made arrangements for the prison."
Ying Lun smiled softly and didn't care whether the farmer would come tonight.
Because I have been patrolling like this every night in recent months, and the king's order has been issued. If the people captured by Wu Zhenhou in the two counties of Longxi before the beginning of next year are ill, I will ask.
Needless to say, I have no other choice but to die.
Therefore, I have been waiting for that group of peasant disciples every day. Just today, there is a snare agent passing on the news, and the peasant family may forcefully attack them like a national prison tonight.
Sure enough, it was worth waiting for them for so long.
"The general is wise."
The soldier beside him smiled slightly.
"It's just after the Youshi period, so don't be in a hurry."
He raised his head and looked at the sky. He had just entered the night, and the real night had not yet arrived. He continued to hide in the darkness, looking towards the entrance of the prison through clusters of torches.
On the avenue in front of the prison, the patrolling soldiers remained the same, and there was no difference from other times. Before the entrance, eight capable soldiers in armor were guarding them, staring ahead, strictly checking anyone who approached.
An hour later!
There was no strange scene on the many streets in the entire North City.
There were no strangers on the road in front of the prison.
Two hours later.
Still the same.
"General, those eight people are about to change their guard!"
The eight people in front of the entrance of the prison rotated every four hours, constantly changing, so that the guards in front of the entrance were more energetic and vigilant. Ying Lun also waited in the darkness for more than two hours.
Hearing the words of the soldier next to him, he nodded without saying a word.
After dozens of breaths passed, the eight people took turns, and the new eight people appeared in front of the entrance to the prison, holding spears and standing majestically in front of the entrance.
After half a stick of incense.
Following a brief gap of five breaths from the patrol in front of the street, the eight people in front of the entrance moved quickly. At this point, the entrance to the state prison was easily opened, and the eight people quickly entered.
At the same time, at some unknown time, eight more people appeared from other directions to fill this position. Then, patrolling soldiers appeared in the distance, and everything was as before.
"General?"
Everything was floating in the depths of Ying Lun's eyes, and the soldiers next to him also saw everything before their eyes.
"Sixteen people?"
Ying Lun exclaimed, they were able to replace the eight people who took over the shift. The farmers were somewhat capable, but they only had sixteen people at best, which was far from the hundreds of people from the farmers who had been sent through the net.
One hand slowly fell on the sword he carried with him.
Those farmers have been in Xianyang for some time, and they should understand the strength here in Beicheng. It is sheer delusion to try to rescue people with sixteen people.
"General, should we take action now?"
The soldiers beside him couldn't help it.
"Don't worry, these sixteen people are just minions, they don't count."
"With the authority of those eight people, they can't even enter the deepest part."
"So, it's not enough!"
Ying Lun frowned and shook his head. He had also heard about the strength of the peasant family.
"But...the rest of the farmers are definitely nearby. I ordered them to go down and closely monitor Beicheng."
Then, another word fell out.
"Yes, General."
An order was issued.
"Well, eight more are here?"
Not long after, Ying Lun looked at the entrance of the prison. Taking advantage of the gap, eight more men wearing Qin soldiers' costumes appeared. The entrance was opened again, and eight more people entered.
Not long after, eight more people appeared.
In this way, in just one hundred and ten breaths, more than thirty people entered the prison.
"Forty people!"
"Not enough!"
Although there were already a large number of people, Yin Lun still did not take action.
I know the layout of the prison well. According to the news released, everyone from the Nong family and the Mo family are imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison. It is impossible to rescue them without more than half a stick of incense.
Moreover, deep in the prison, he will also give them a surprise.
A stick of incense passes.
No one else came, and there was no movement from the prison.
As their eyes turned, the eight people in front of the entrance seemed to notice something. They moved, looked at each other, and wanted to leave.
Just as his body moved, in an instant, arrows fell from the sky.
"General!"
"Of the thirty-two peasant disciples in the state prison, eighteen were killed and the remaining fourteen were captured. They are being tortured about the details of their trip."
Not long after, in front of the entrance of the prison, looking at the eight people who had been shot, Ying Lun looked a little ugly. This was not the result he wanted, and he kicked the body that had been dead for a long time.
"Give me a vigorous torture."
"I want to know the farmer's plan as soon as possible."
Looking around the silent Xu Ming, there was no movement, so Ying Lun said something bitter.
"Is there a Qin spy in the farmhouse?"
At the same time, in a dark place far away from the entrance of the National Prison, a group of people appeared quietly, looking at the direction of the National Prison, and recalling the previous scene where arrows were bursting out all over the sky.
It is obvious that their every move is under the control of others.
The Zhu family looked a little ugly. Although they knew they couldn't save the six elders, unfortunately, they now discovered another problem.
"Maybe there is one around us."
"We just decided to take action tonight, and they are already prepared for this!"
Tian Meng, who was not far away, also understood this.
"There are spies from Qin in the farmhouse?"
"Brother, the disciples we have brought with us on this trip are all carefully selected, so there should be no problem."
Tian Hu shouted softly, a little in disbelief.
"That's what happened."
"Tonight, I originally planned that as long as the disciples from the farm family could enter the national prison, everything would have a chance. Since there are spies, there is no chance of success."
"Those who have entered the country's prison are afraid of life or death at this moment. Second brother, we will return to Chu State early tomorrow morning."
Tian Meng shook his head, what happened has already happened, and it is useless to say more.
His eyes turned to the state prison again. The six elders were still inside. They were their seniors and the seniors of many farm disciples. Although they were unwilling to do so, they were powerless. As it was tonight, there was no hope of rescue.
In the darkness, some low noises subsided into silence.
******
"I pay my respects to the king."
In the Ningxiang Palace, the king above him was holding a document, his eyebrows were furrowed, and the beauty Ningxiang was dressed in gorgeous clothes, which perfectly highlighted her body curves, she spoke crisply, and bowed.
Tonight, the king will stay at Ningxiang Palace again.
But it was just for an overnight stay. In recent months, the king had not spent much time pampering himself in Ningxiang Palace, not even more than five fingers. Staying in Ningxiang Palace was more like showing some people that he was more important.
Like a decoration.
"Get up."
A clear voice came from the previous chapter.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Looking at the frown on the king's face, could there be something troublesome?"
The Ningxiang beauty bowed again, and while waving her hand, she took something from the hand of a maid on the side, slowly stepped forward, and waited beside her.
The object in his hand is a delicate yellow wooden box, inside which are displayed the spices prepared by himself. It is made from quite precious materials. Of course, it is also very effective.
Smelling it can clear the mind and brighten the eyesight. If it is supplemented by today's food, there will be a little emotion and a sense of desire. If you are in Xianyang Palace and want to have a more stable position, you must give birth to an heir.
However, looking at the king's actions in recent months, he is not very interested in himself.
"Last night some rangers caused trouble in Beicheng, but they were suppressed and killed. They were not serious."
Put down the document in your hand, it was the document just handed over by Xianyang Ling.
The content of the document was also very simple. It said that a ranger in Beicheng broke into the national prison last night and wanted to do something evil.
As for what exactly?
The King of Qin's politics is also very clear, except that the king's brother captured and suppressed the people from the two counties in Longxi a month ago.
"Ranger man!"
"The city of Xianyang is heavily guarded. I didn't expect those rangers to dare to cause trouble!"
"I once heard Sister Li say that the name of Marquis Wu Zhen is very intimidating to the rangers. Now that Marquis Wu Zhen has returned, he should be able to take care of the king's worries, and the king should feel at ease."
He opened the yellow wooden box with his bare hands, held a small tweezers, and placed a thin piece of incense in the incense burner next to him. He was quite surprised when he spoke, and then there was a slow sound of relief.
"Hahaha, Marquis Wuzhen is the first Marquis of Guannei who has been granted the title since I came to power. What qualifications do those rangers have to ask Marquis Wuzhen to deal with it?"
"Those rangers, I will catch them all sooner or later."
"Well, the aroma of this incense is slightly different, what's its name?"
Listening to the soft words of the beauty next to him, Qin Wangzheng shook his head and smiled, a woman is a woman, just a ranger. If Ying Lun and Xianyang Order cannot deal with it, there will be no need for them to exist.
But the beauty is right. In Xianyang City, the rangers dare to do this. Am I being too lenient with those rangers?
The red phoenix's eyes flashed, thinking about the future strategy, and a different kind of fragrance quietly poured into his nose, a bit like the fragrance of a woman, a bit like the fragrance of flowers, and a bit like the fragrance of fine wine.
All kinds of aromas are mixed together, and I take a deep breath. I feel very comfortable, and in this cold winter, my body seems to have a little more warmth.