"Why did your father ask you to come to Chang'an this time?"
In the study, Yang Guozhong sat upright, while Young Master An looked calm on his face.
“Three things.”
"Kill someone, take someone, and discuss a big event with your uncle."
"Who kills? Who will take?"
Prince An smiled slightly: "The ones who killed the Censor Yan Zhenqing, the General of the Zuo Yulin Army Gao Xianzhi, and the Duke of Liang and the Prince's Prince's Grand Guardian Ge Shuhan."
"You have a big appetite." Yang Guozhong sneered, "I am so frank, you can't kill any of these three people!"
"You have to try it." An Qingxu shrugged, "Even if Gao Xianzhi and Ge Shuhan can't kill him, Yan Zhenqing can still be done."
"Hmph, Yan Zhenqing, that is the one who repeatedly bumps into the saint's saint and even pulls the saint's dragon robe and refuses to let him go! What is the saint's attitude towards him? Isn't it the same tolerant! Anyone with discerning eyes can see that the saint does not hate Yan Zhenqing, it is clearly a love for talent! That is the talent he left for Li Heng!"
"Although Yan Zhenqing is no more powerful than Gao Xian Zhige Shu Han, he is the leader of scholars all over the world. The saints dare not touch him. How can you win the hearts of scholars in the future if you kill him?"
An Qingxu frowned and sighed: "Yan Zhenqing is not good enough... He always impeached his father, saying that his father is a wolfish ambition and let him go, and there will definitely be something big."
"I can't allow others to say what I have done?" Yang Guozhong snorted coldly, "Yan Zhenqing can't move, but a poor and corrupt scholar can just drive him out of Chang'an."
"Pingyuan County lacks a prefect, so I will find a way to let Yan Zhenqing go."
"It's okay, too." An Qingxu said helplessly, "The only ones left are Shi Xinglang, Duke of Song and Zhang Youting, the Minister of the Huangmen, can be killed."
"Shi Xinglang is over 80 years old, and Zhang Youting is not favored by saints. Even if these two people die, it doesn't matter much." Yang Guozhong nodded, "You can kill."
"Who are you looking for?"
"A man from the Jianghu."
An Qingxu replied: "In this situation, Li Longji's position is stable. If we send troops rashly, we will probably have to fight for a long time. Anyway, the Tang Dynasty has lasted for more than a hundred years, and famous generals such as Gao Xian, Zhige, Shu Han and others are not comparable to our family. If we delay it, it will be detrimental to us."
"So, my nephew's idea is to let Li Longji pass the throne to Li Heng, and his uncle will provoke it again, which will make Li Heng's throne unstable."
"The saint is in his prime. How do you ask him to pass the throne?" Yang Guozhong frowned.
An Qingxu picked up the corner of his mouth and showed a gloomy smile:
"If you kill him, the emperor is naturally Li Heng's."
Yang Guozhong stood up from the chair with a gloomy face.
"Why is my uncle looking at my nephew like this? I'm so scared."
"Okay, okay!"
Yang Guozhong's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said, "You have a good plan!"
"What have we done?" An Qingxu was confused, "It's just killing an emperor."
"Kill an emperor? It's easy to say!" Yang Guozhong said angrily, "Li Heng is on the throne, and the first one to kill is me! What do you think? Do you want to use Li Heng's hand to get rid of me! Is An Lushan's belly fat in his belly, and his mind is also full of fat in his mind!"
An Qingxu's eyes flashed with a hint of undetectable cold light: "Uncle, don't worry. Think about it carefully, who will be the biggest beneficiary of Li Longji's death?"
Yang Guozhong calmed down and suddenly understood the problem:
"It's him Lee Hyun."
"That's right."
An Qingxu smiled and said, "When Li Longji died, everyone would suspect that it was Li Heng's actions. At that time, in order to avoid suspicion, he would not kill his uncle. He killed him.
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It just confirmed that he was guilty of killing the lord and father!”
"This is the best." Yang Guozhong sat back on his chair, breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked:
"How do you kill the saint?"
"Our subordinates have won many masters from the world, and we have also contacted the Western Regions and Khitan. The girl from the Khitan Witch God Sect is currently in Fanyang."
"If things go well, on April 13th, when Li Longji goes out to have fun with the people, we can do it. On the streets and when fireworks are blooming, let the five million people in Chang'an see the emperor's death with their own eyes!"
"The aliens... can't believe it!" said Yang Guozhong.
"It's okay. Although they are a little stupid, they have something to do. If they kill the emperor, they will definitely continue to do it."
An Qingxu smiled and said, "This time, we called five illusionists from the Western Regions. They would hide in the juggling troupe and use illusion to control the people present while performing for Li Longji. The twelve wolf slaves of the Khitan and the two priests of the Witch God Sect will take action the moment Li Longji appears in front of the people. The illusionists from the Western Regions will support them and leave enough time."
"The people in Tiance Mansion are not vegetarians." Yang Guozhong said, "A little bit of people can't kill saints, or even within ten feet of the saint's body."
"I naturally know the power of the Tiance Mansion." An Qingxu showed a sly smile, "So, we need to find people from the martial arts world and enough dead soldiers."
"The people of the Western Regions are a cover, and the Khitans are also abandoned children. The one who really wants to kill Li Longji is ours."
"It's only four days, how many people can you find?"
"Fifteen." An Qingxu said, "these people have sworn allegiance to my father, but I have never seen them before, and they don't know my identity. So I will meet them in the next few days."
"What are their strengths?" Seeing An Qingxu's appearance of winning, Yang Guozhong couldn't help but feel relieved.
"Two first-grade junior masters and one first-grade great sword immortal." An Qingxu said, "There was also a Liu Xiaojiu. We had a crush on him before, but there was a little problem. He was too seriously injured and I sent him back to Fanyang first."
"Liu Xiaoyao?" Yang Guozhong frowned, "The people from the Liu family have a grudge with me. Don't keep him, you should kill him as soon as possible."
An Qingxu smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle, kill him after using it."
Yang Guozhong breathed a sigh of relief, An Qingxu stared at his eyes and said playfully:
"Uncle doesn't seem to mind that Li Longji is going to die at all. You have been favored by him for so many years, but you have no feelings for him?"
Yang Guozhong said lightly: "Let's not talk about whether you can kill him, just talk about our relationship over the past ten years-"
He took a deep breath, his eyes full of resentment:
"Who...who is willing to be a dog?"
An Qingxu laughed loudly.
"What big thing do you want to discuss with me?" Yang Guozhong glanced at him coldly, picked up the cold tea cup and drank the tea to moisten his throat.
An Qingxu sighed: "To be honest, it is my elder brother's idea to assassinate Li Longji, and my father agreed by mistake. To be honest, I have no idea, so once the assassination fails, we need to have a way out to retreat."
"Don't worry about this," said Yang Guozhong. "Once you fail, I will send you out of Chang'an as soon as possible."
"We can still get out of this uncle without worrying about it." An Qingxu smiled and said, "After getting out of here, we need to send troops immediately."
"Send troops?" Yang Guozhong's eyes widened in shock.
"Not bad." An Qingxu said seriously: "Send troops!"
"Once we fail and get the news, the five thousand Fanyang Iron Cavalry outside Jizhou City will immediately go south, and the troops will be sent to Luoyang and occupy the Eastern Capital!"
"You are crazy!" Yang Guozhong lowered his mind
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He shouted, "How could you only 5,000 people be able to capture Luoyang City?"
"This requires you to take action, uncle." An Qingxu said calmly, "Luoyang Prefect Bi Sheng is your disciple. My nephew needs his uncle to immediately write a letter to tell Bi Sheng, asking him to draw 70% of the troops in the north gate of Luoyang City, and only 30% of the troops left to guard the gate. Our 5,000 troops can conquer the city gate within half a stick of incense. When we were in the middle of the incense, the 300 spies ambushed in Luoyang City would also enter Luoyang Mansion together. Don't worry, we will not kill my uncle's confidant."
After a long silence, Yang Guozhong squeezed out two words from his teeth:
"madman!"
"This is all Mr. Qi's idea." An Qingxu said with a smile, "If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have thought about how to deal with the consequences and troubles of the failure of the assassination. Mr. Qi said that he might as well just go on and directly counterattack Datang and catch him off guard, and there would be a turning point."
"What a Qi Bo! I asked you to assist An Lushan to appease his impatient nature, but I didn't expect you to be more impulsive than him!" Yang Guozhong's face turned pale and leaned weakly on the back of the chair.
"This is a war, a war that overturns the country's destiny for a hundred years, how can it be such a joke!"
"Uncle, don't worry." An Qingxu comforted him, "It's not just us, but the Western Regions and the Khitan have already discussed with us. Just wait for us to take action, they will attack the Tang Dynasty border together, leaving Li Longji clones with no ability, no adjustment, and no mission."
"The Western Regions Protectorate and the Beiting Protectorate have been suppressing the Western Regions for many years. The Khitan is now fighting fiercely with the Uighurs and losing in a row with the Tang Dynasty. The imperial court has gone through two thousand miles deep into the grassland in just one month. There are still 800,000 soldiers in the Tang Dynasty. How many people are there in Fanyang?"
"There are 200,000 elite soldiers in the three towns of Fanyang, 150,000 at the same time, and 80,000 at the same time. Women can participate in the war, 30,000 at the same time."
"so much!"
Yang Guozhong once again stared at surprise and widened his eyes: "Although I have known that the number of real soldiers is far greater than the 180,000 people written in the memorial,... it is impossible to have an additional 280,000 people!"
"There are three towns in Fanyang, and there are only one city of people and half of the soldiers. If we are willing, we can allocate more soldiers, and it is not a problem to pay another 100,000."
An Qingxu said: "But, food and grass supply is a problem. We cannot fight a protracted war. Moreover, the people are still focused on the Tang Dynasty. Once the stalemate cannot be reached, we will sooner or later be defeated. That is why we urgently need to capture Luoyang and occupy a place with sufficient food and grass."
"It's only April now, and the grain harvest will take at least September. In the middle of five months, how can you hold on?"
"Uncle, my nephew said before that the Western Regions and the Khitan will help us." An Qingxu smiled, "The Western Regions Protectorate is alone. Once a large-scale war breaks out, the Western Regions Protectorate will only be the first to sacrifice. As for the Khitan, the uncle doesn't have to worry."
"In one month, no matter how idiots the Khitans were, they would not lose two thousand miles of land."
Yang Guozhong thought to himself: "You mean... is this a trick to lure the enemy?"
"Not bad." An Qingxu said, "The war between the Tang Dynasty and the Khitan was in our plan from beginning to end."
"Even the beginning of the Khitan and the Uighurs were in our expectation."
"Now, the three troops sent by the Tang Dynasty to the Khitan army have entered the hinterland, and the supply line along the way lasts for two thousand miles. The main force of the Khitans has bypassed the Tang army and touched behind them."
"As long as we take action, the Khitan will immediately rebel against the imperial army, and their friendly army, the Uighurs, will rebel in front of the formation, attack the Khitan on both sides, and completely annihilate the most elite 150,000 soldiers and horses of the Tang Dynasty court!"
An Qingxu spread his arms and laughed:
"Not only that, the most powerful enemy of the Tang Dynasty will also defeat the border troops southwest of the court at the same time, and attack Chang'an in one go!"
Yang Guozhong suddenly understood what An Qingxu said, and he was sweating profusely for a while.