With a cannon, the horse's hooves were thunder, and an imperial guard took the lead in walking out of the palace gate.
The general of the Longwu Army, Chen Xuanli, led 300 imperial guards to open the way. Behind were the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, led by eunuch Gao Lishi.
After the eunuch, there were wooden platforms pulled by horses, carrying Li Longji's most proud disciples of the Pear Garden, as well as talented people from all over the world.
Behind them are royal relatives, including Prince Li Heng and Yong Wang Li Lin.
After the royal relatives, they were the dragon chariot of the saint Li Longji.
Sixteen tall horses pulled the elegant and luxurious carriage. On the roof was inlaid with a huge night pearl, shining brightly in the night. Below it, the dragons and phoenixes were carved, and the phoenixes were painted, and it was magnificent.
Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty did not cover himself with a car curtain. The golden carriage curtain was pulled up by two eunuchs, revealing the true appearance of the saint Li Longji who was sitting on the dragon throne.
The moment the dragon chariot drove out of the palace gate, the soldiers, generals, eunuchs and princes and ministers around shouted in unison:
"Long live!"
The sound was heard from afar. On Zhuque Street, the people who had been waiting for a long time had not seen him. They heard the sound first. They couldn't help but feel the passion in their hearts. They all fell to the ground and shouted loudly:
"Long live!"
In a restaurant facing the street, An Qingxu leaned on the window with a smile, looked at the tens of thousands of people kneeling on the street, and said softly:
"It is ridiculous that a group of fools, who used their flesh and blood to send the emperor to the throne, and then welcomed the emperor's exploitation of them, and finally asked for long live the gratitude, which is ridiculous."
"Young Master, are we going to prepare?" An Qingxu's maid Qing'er said softly.
"Yeah, you guys go."
He turned around and looked at the people in the room with a serious expression.
"The one who walked in front was Chen Xuanli's three hundred dragon martial army, including at least five second-grade peaks and a first-grade young master hidden. A little master was also secretly protecting him by the side of Prince Li Heng. In the meantime, they would be a big obstacle for us, but the Western Regions and the Khitans would help us eliminate these most peripheral threats."
"When Li Longji arrives at Jingshanfang, the Western Regions illusionists will take the lead. If not unexpected, Gao Lishi will lead people to eliminate them as soon as possible. Khitan wolf slaves will rush to the dragon chariot from the side. When they make a fuss, the Huadie Sect leader lurking in the palace will carry the deadliest assassination of Li Longji. Whether successful or not, they will stop moving forward immediately. Gao Xianzhi, who is leading the back team, will take the emperor back to the palace."
"The people will become their biggest obstacle. Qing'er, you take the two of you to prevent fire, make the Zhuque Street burn, let the panicked people attack the emperor's charity and force them to continue moving forward!"
"In the south of Jingshanfang, the Khitans had already tampered with the two floats. When Li Longji arrived, the float would explode. Even if Li Longji could not be killed, all the masters around him would be killed and injured, and those royal relatives, princes and ministers would not be spared. That time is our opportunity."
An Qingxu sneered: "Wu Xiang, you lead someone to attack the dragon chariot and force Li Longji to appear. Zhou Bian, that's the time for you to perform. The archery technique of the Divine Bow Sect will be the climax of this assassination drama!"
The man with a long bow on his back nodded slowly: "Don't worry, if Li Longji was exposed to my sight, if he had no protection from the Grand Master, he would undoubtedly die!"
An Qingxu smiled and said, "Very good."
He raised his wine glass and said generously to everyone:
"Then I wish you in advance, the assassination of the king and the victory will be returned. The day when my country is established is the time when you are appointed as the generals!"
...
Outside the Yang Mansion, a team of Jinwu Guards finished patroling and turned around the corner, but did not notice that someone was walking past the roof above their heads.
Han Shanqi stared at the closed gate of the Yang Mansion not far away, looked up at the moon and said:
"Now it is the third hour of You and the first hour of Xu, and we will attack on time."
Li Xin'an turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace: "At this time, the holy
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People are almost at Kaihuafang.”
"Do work early and disperse it early." Ye Qinglan stretched out and said lazyly:
"Maybe we can go and see the fireworks in Jeongseonfang after we finish the fight."
...
The emperor's convoy traveling completely drove out of the palace gate.
People around flocked to each other, but were steadily blocked by soldiers wearing heavy armor on both sides of the street. They could only poke their heads out excitedly and look at the dragon chariot slowly sailing from the distance of the street.
Some people may never see their county magistrates or emperors in their lifetime? Meeting them is a topic of conversation that will allow future generations and descendants to spend their lifetimes.
All the people knelt down wherever the dragon chariot passed.
The saint Li Longji looked at the scene, but frowned slightly.
"Li Fuguo."
"I am here!" The commander of the imperial guard Li Fuguo jumped off his horse and ran all the way to the dragon chariot to listen to the order.
"I am telling the people that I will have a happy birthday today. Wherever I pass, the people will not kneel down and look directly at me."
Li Fuguo said respectfully: "Abide by the order."
Soon, high-pitched sounds came and went along the Suzaku Street:
"The saint said that the people do not need to kneel down wherever I pass."
The people were once again excited, as if Li Longji's oral orders had no effect. The people still knelt down. Compared to before, their pious attitude was even more fierce. Many people kowtowed continuously until their foreheads were blood red and they fainted.
A sharp whistle sounded, and next to the dragon chariot, Li Chu couldn't help but raise his head.
This is the reminder of the first round of fireworks. Before the dragon chariot, Li Qing, the King of Jianning, who was wearing a big red robe and carrying a big red flower, raised the flag in his hand high, then shook it hard, and said loudly:
"put!"
"Swoosh--"
Colorful fireworks bloom in the night sky, rendering half of Chang'an.
Looking at this scene, the saint Li Longji smiled with relief.
The disciples of Liyuan began their mission, and the melodious and melodious opera burst out from their throats. The capable people and strangers from the four barbarians also performed their best, showing their country hard and sadly in the supreme majesty of the Tang Dynasty.
The convoy continued to drive, and Jeongseon Fang was right in front of him.
On one of the performers, there was a team that attracted the most attention.
Those were five warlocks from the Western Regions, and their performance was breathtaking.
A small seed can grow into a sapling as tall as a human in the blink of an eye. With an empty hand, a dove flapping its wings and flying out of it.
Among the five people, one of them looked at the road ahead worriedly, and the performance was a little overwhelmed.
"Tila, what are you doing? Don't be distracted!"
The companion whispered: "Jingshanfang is ahead, activate the mandala flower!"
He lifted his lips tightly and sighed helplessly.
He turned around and looked straight at the dragon chariot behind him.
Because it was a performance and they were far from Li Longji, no one realized that his purpose was the emperor who was traveling.
Pull your palm flat to your chin and blew a light breath.
A fragrance of flowers swayed out, flew behind, wrapping around Li Longji.
The saint's eyes seemed a little confused.
The second whistle sounded, heralding the arrival of the second round of fireworks.
A few crossbow arrows were poked next to the tall buildings facing Zhuque Street.
The general of the Longwu Army, Chen Xuanli, who was walking in the front, seemed to feel something and stared at the surroundings alertly.
But he didn't expect that the danger came from the top of his head.
"put!"
The crossbow was knocked, and several crossbows were
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The arrow shot straight at the dragon chariot Li Longji was riding.
"presumptuous!"
A violent shout suddenly resounded in the team, but a soldier dressed in an imperial guard jumped high and waved his hand to wrap the crossbow arrows into his arms.
At the same time, a fragrance of flowers completely surrounded everyone present.
The imperial guard suddenly felt a deep feeling of fatigue, and his eyelids could not help but close. The next moment, a strangely shaped flying ring grabbed his neck and lifted his head off.
This second-grade peak in the palace became the first victim.
The fragrance of flowers is still spreading and becoming more and more intense. Finally, you can see the night sky with the naked eye with a faint pink particle!
But everyone was addicted to the fanaticism of having fun with you, or in other words, indulged in the pleasure brought by this strange fragrance of flowers. For a moment, no one noticed the fall of a second-grade peak.
The five Western Regions sorcerers, or Western Regions sorcerers, on the wooden platform, completely abandoned their disguise, and took off their weapons and headed straight for Li Longji's dragon chariot.
In a trance, someone finally woke up.
Gao Lishi's eyes widened and said sternly: "There is an assassin! Protect the car!"
His sharp voice was like a silver needle, deeply piercing into everyone present's mind. Li Longji, Li Heng, Li Lin, Li Chu, Li Neng, Chen Xuanli, Gao Xianzhi, Yang Guozhong, Li Fuguo, etc., all suddenly woke up.
Around the dragon chariot, figures suddenly flashed, with different outfits, including imperial guards, eunuchs, and common people, but without exception, they were all second-grade peak masters.
However, Gao Lishi and an old man were both masters of the first-class return to the true realm.
"A man from the Western Regions? He is a traitor, and he is a wolfish ambition." Gao Lishi said coldly, "Kill!"
Five second-grade peaks all flew out, facing the top five Western Region illusionists.
“Teel!”
"I know!"
Tira growled and activated the mandala flower. The five second-grade peaks suddenly had an illusion in front of them. In front of them were floods and beasts, evil dragons raging, abyss, flints from the sky and smoke everywhere. The five of them were stunned in the same place, not breaking away from the illusion.
The blood mist exploded on them, and the five Western Region illusionists simply stabbed them and solved the five second-grade peaks who were deeply trapped in the horror illusion.
Gao Lishi snorted coldly, waved his hand gently, and suddenly a strong wind blew up, blowing the fragrance of mandala flowers to dissipate.
Tira's face tightened, and she vomited a mouthful of blood, her mind became dizzy, and it fell to the end.
There was a noise in the imperial army, and the Khitan wolf slave finally took action.
Under the leadership of the dwarf priest of the Witch God Cult, they quickly broke through the imperial guards trapped in the control of Mandala Flower, but were blocked by people.
The general of the Longwu Army, Chen Xuanli, stood in a rage with his eyes on his arms.
Behind him are the three second-grade peak masters in the Imperial Guard.
The dwarf priest quickly took out a bone flute from his arms, and when he was about to fight, he started playing the musical instrument.
The shrill sound of flute penetrated into the ears of the Khitan wolf slaves. Their eyes suddenly turned scarlet, their muscles quickly expanded, and their clothes broke and became extremely tall.
Chen Xuanli waved his sword and shouted:
"Array!"
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At the end of the team, the Imperial Guard led by Gao Xianzhi had not been affected by the battle. He only saw some people running back in panic. After asking, he learned that an assassin was assassin assassinating the saint.
"Everyone stabilizes the formation!" Gao Xianzhi shouted, "The back team becomes the front team, I will go and invite the saint to return to the palace!"
Among the people, a woman stared at Gao Xianzhi's back with a clever smile, but took a torch from the hands of the people around her and threw it into the house behind her.
The next moment, flames surged, and the terrifying tongue of flames swept over more than a dozen people in an instant.