In the distant horizon, a lightning blew through the thick ink-drooping clouds in the sky. The sky and the earth suddenly lit up. After a while, the rumbling thunder came from a distance...

Hearing the thunder, the few people on the streets of Dijing City suddenly accelerated their pace. At this time, it was already evening. Most of the people who had been busy all day in Dijing City had already returned home and prepared to have a hot dinner. The shops on both sides of the street, except for a few inns and restaurants, were still open, most of the other shops were closed. The crowds on the street were already sparse, and when it was about to rain, fewer people on the street became.

Today, on March 19, the 16th year of Yuanping, the Great Han Empire, the day when Yan Liqiang took action.

Yan Liqiang sat on the four-wheeled carriage in the newspaper, squinted his eyes, looking at the streets of the Imperial Capital in front of him, and his heart was calm. Occasionally, a gorgeous four-wheeled carriage would pass by the carriage that Yan Liqiang was sitting in. Among the gorgeous four-wheeled carriages, there were also several fine products produced by the Manufacturing Bureau. In the past two years, many of the four-wheeled carriages produced by the Manufacturing Bureau have been sent to the Gyeonggi area, especially in the Imperial Capital. There are many high-ranking officials and nobles. In the eyes of ordinary people, thousands of taels of silver are naturally a high price.

, but in the eyes of those wealthy families, this is nothing. It may be just a meal or a decoration at home. With His Majesty the Emperor as an example, a group of high-ranking officials and nobles in the imperial capital naturally followed suit and ordered four-wheeled carriages from the manufacturing bureau one by one. Of course, among the four-wheeled carriages carrying passengers, there are also many counterfeit goods. If you don’t lie under the wheels and look at the spring shock absorber on the chassis of the carriage, ordinary people really can’t see what the difference between those carriages is.

There were restaurants and restaurants that were open on the street. When they saw the sky suddenly darkened, they hung lanterns at the door!

Some shops are already closed and are installing the moving door panels on the door one by one.

The yamen runners who had intercourse made an appointment to walk into the tavern at the signpost...

There is a woman who leads and howling children while walking...

There is also an old man who took a squeezing basket and poured the coal ash from the lotus root joints into the garbage dump on the street...

The wealthy families on both sides of the street, with rich and jade steps, and the courtyard is deep. The shade of trees comes out from the high courtyard walls, revealing the atmosphere of wealth. Ordinary families are crowded in the narrow alleys and alleys, and smoke is bursting in the chimneys on the roof. It is the time to make a fire.

This is life. After a year, everything in front of you, no matter those tall buildings or small courtyards, will be turned into ashes.

The inconspicuous four-wheeled carriage was slowly driving in the streets of Imperial Capital, and there were also inconspicuous people on the carriage, so no one cared about it at all...

After a few thunders, in a moment, a piece of raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, making the sky darker, and the streets were filled with misty water vapor, and there were fewer pedestrians on the streets...

Before he knew it, the carriage drove to a street intersection and stopped under the eaves of a flag building on the side of the road that could shelter from the rain. The driver of the car knocked on the carriage and reminded Yan Liqiang in the carriage, "There is Zhuque Street in front..."

"Okay, I'll get off here..." Yan Liqiang responded in the carriage, then got off the carriage wearing a straw raincoat, a straw hat, and a big wooden box with a long bow on his back.

When he arrived at the tower, Yan Liqiang went from the second floor to the top floor, then took off his straw hat, opened the wooden box, took out the horned python bow and the magic arrow inside, and slightly opened a window on the top of the tower, just like a hunting hunter, quietly staring at the section of the street from the palace to Zhuque Street more than 700 meters away, and began to calmly adjust his breathing, waiting for Lin Qingtian's convoy to appear.

There are shops on both sides of Zhuque Street. At this time, most of the shops have been closed and the streets are sparsely populated.

The more things come to an end, Yan Liqiang becomes more calmer.

After Yan Liqiang waited quietly in the tower for more than two hours, a convoy of cars and people appeared under the Guangmingfang on Zhuque Street.

There were 50 guards in front of the convoy, and the cavalry were followed by a full set of prime minister's ceremonial guards. Even if it was raining heavily in the sky and it was dark, the ceremonial guards were still meticulous and majestic. A gorgeous black four-wheeled carriage was in the middle of the convoy, and behind the carriage, there were 50 guards.

Yan Liqiang moved his fingers, gently pushed open the arch window on the top of the tower, and held the four god arrows in his hand.

Yan Liqiang was waiting quietly, waiting for the car to approach the middle of Zhuque Street.

The convoy walked slowly on the Zhuque Street, getting closer and closer to the position where Yan Liqiang was about to take action. Just as Yan Liqiang took the bow and took a deep breath, just as he was about to take action...

The world turned white again, and a rumbling thunder came, and Yan Liqiang's eyes suddenly widened. Damn, Yan Liqiang almost screamed, because at this moment, he found that there was one more person in front of Lin Qingtian's convoy on the Zhuque Street. The man was wearing a white dress and a strange golden mask on his face. He stood in the middle of Zhuque Street and blocked the front of Lin Qingtian's convoy. With Yan Liqiang's eyesight, he didn't see how that person came out at that moment.

The man was holding a sword in one hand, with the long sword hanging down, while the other hand was holding two heads. Due to perspective, Yan Liqiang could not see the faces of the two heads in the man's hand, and looked at the convoy that was coming calmly.

The wind and rain in the sky fell, and when it came to that person, it was like being separated by an invisible hand, but it fell in front of the person, and the white clothes on the man were not touched by the rain, floating like an immortal...

Even when he looked from a distance, Yan Liqiang could feel the momentum of the man in white soaring into the sky. The man just stood there, feeling like a mountain standing there...

"Xilulu..." The horses riding in front of the man in white were still a hundred meters away. The horses riding in front of Lin Qingtian's convoy became turbulent. The horses screamed in surprise, just standing still, allowing the guards to scold and beat them. The rhino dragon horses didn't dare to go forward, but instead retreated, as if there was something terrifying in front of them...

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Chapter completed!