The night wind was howling, and from nowhere, there was a hint of bloody smell.

The arsenal of Jinling City, where countless weapons and equipment are stacked, should have been the most heavily guarded place, but for some reason, it was extremely quiet tonight.

With a "puff" sound, the sharp blade pierced the flesh and blood, and a strange "crack" sound was heard suddenly as the bones were torn apart with great force.

Accompanied by a subtle "buzzing" sound, the blood droplets bit off the head, and the blood droplets continued to drip, falling directly into the hands of a stick guard wearing night clothes.

The guard at the sticky pole looked around and looked at the garrison soldiers lying on the ground in twos and threes. He couldn't help but muttered:

"The arsenal of Jinling City is so empty of guards?"

The guards at Niangan rummaged through the huge arsenal of Jinling City, but could only find more than a hundred Xia soldiers guarding it.

In the darkness next to him, dozens of Sticky Stick Guards, all dressed in black and smelling of blood, suddenly walked out.

The leader of the stick guard said in a deep voice:

"Emperor Xia is unable to manage the government, and there is chaos inside and outside Jinling City. The troops that were supposed to change defenses have not arrived today and will not come until tomorrow."

"Ah, what a coincidence, no wonder we have to do it tonight!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Lord Yiwei has an order. After seizing the arsenal tonight, the guards will evacuate immediately. The original stronghold will be abandoned and no return will be allowed. Anyone who disobeys the order will be punished according to family law!" The leader of the guards at Niangan said coldly.

He ordered.

All the guards at the sticking pole immediately clasped their fists and saluted, and responded in unison:

"yes!"

The door to the arsenal of Jinling City slowly opened, and a group of stick-stick guards quickly ran out of it, and then dispersed in an instant, hiding under the cover of night and dispersed away.

After burning the incense, I could only hear the sound of slightly hasty footsteps coming from outside the arsenal.

Hundreds of private soldiers from the Jin Palace had just arrived outside the arsenal gate when they saw the wide open gate and the guardsmen lying on the ground faintly visible inside.

The chief confidant of King Jin, who was headed by him, suddenly felt happy in his heart. He lowered his voice and urged the private soldiers:

"Quick, go into the arsenal! Get each armor, weapons, and two hundred powerful crossbows!"

"yes!"

Because at this time, there were several Imperial Guards in the palace to support them, so even siege equipment was no longer needed.

Hundreds of private soldiers heard the order and immediately rushed into the arsenal.

When they came out again, the private soldiers who were originally armed with cloth armor and long swords seemed to have been equipped with the most sophisticated equipment.

The private soldiers who had finished changing their uniforms, because the plan went incredibly smoothly, their morale was visibly improved. Under the leadership of the leading general, they continued to march towards the imperial city.

Yinhan Gate is the southeastern gateway of the Imperial City. It is still a long way from the arsenal of Jinling City.

It took another half an hour before hundreds of private soldiers arrived in front of Yinhan Gate.

When the generals guarding the Yinhan Gate saw the Jin Prince's private soldiers coming with well-equipped armor and well-armed weapons, they had no intention of blocking them.

With an order, the Yinhan Gate quietly opened.

Everything that happened after the troops were raised tonight went so smoothly that it was almost to the point where people couldn't help but feel a little disbelief.

But looking at the palace and city right in front of him, the confidants of King Jin who led the army were breathing heavily.

From the power of the dragon...

Power, wealth, extended family, and peace with the country are just around the corner!

Thinking of this, he immediately put behind him the slight feeling of something wrong that he felt vaguely in his heart.

Looking at the group of private soldiers, the leader of the Jin King's confidants immediately shouted loudly:

"Your Majesty was kidnapped by a traitor and held hostage in the palace. On His Majesty's orders, we mobilized troops to rescue him!"

The private soldiers were in high spirits and shouted in unison:

"Raise troops and help!"

"Kill!"

The next moment, the cry of killing suddenly sounded in the Xia Kingdom's palace, which had never experienced military chaos.

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At this time, somewhere in an unknown courtyard.

Yu Yingyao suddenly raised her head and looked outside the door, and asked in a deep voice:

"Did you hear anything just now?"

Heyin, the maid who was waiting on Yu Yingyao at the side, was stunned when she heard this. She listened carefully, but she didn't hear anything, so she shook her head and said:

"Miss, I didn't hear anything. Do you want me to go out and take a look?"

Hearing this, Yu Yingyao hesitated and said:

"No need, maybe I heard wrong..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a loud "bang" sound.

A black shadow suddenly broke through the door and flew in, surprising the two masters and servants in the house.

When she saw the face of the person who flew in, Yu Yingyao's eyes widened with horror.

The person lying on the ground with weak breath was suddenly the eighth-level master of embroidery who was outside the courtyard and was responsible for protecting Yu Yingyao's safety.

The world has changed drastically, restrictions on warriors have weakened, and the advancement of martial arts levels is not as difficult as it used to be. With the breakthrough of those masters who have been trapped in the eighth level for a long time, the number of ninth-level masters who were previously rare in the world is now

A lot more.

It's just that the embroiderer does dirty work after all. Compared with serving as a guard for the princes, princes, and important civil and military officials, it is obviously not as popular with these masters.

And now that Emperor Xia is dying, the only two ninth-level masters among the Embroidered Clothes Envoys have been placed on guard duty in the palace, so only this eighth-level master is left to guard Yu Yingyao.

I thought that my location was hidden and few people could find it. An eighth-level master and a group of elite embroiderers to guard it were enough!

But he didn't expect that the person who attacked tonight used some means to avoid a group of elite embroiderers and sneaked in quietly. An eighth-level master didn't even have time to give a warning at this time.

, and then lost all ability to resist.

"No, miss, leave quickly!" the maid Heyin said in panic.

The door has been opened. Looking out from the house, the courtyard is dark, as if there are countless sights with murderous intent hidden. Yu Yingyao felt a chill in her heart, her hands and feet froze in place with coldness, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm afraid it's too late!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone in the courtyard saying loudly:

"It's really too late!"

Ju Meng wiped off the blood stains on his sword and walked out of the darkness, revealing himself to Yu Yingyao's sight.

Looking at Yu Yingyao who was looking at him, Ju Meng bowed slightly and saluted, saying:

"Shang Yu is waiting for you. Yiwei envoy Ju Meng has met the princess!"

Yu Yingyao looked Ju Meng up and down, gritted her teeth and said:

"Yunguo people!"

Ju Meng stood up straight, cupped his hands toward the southwest, and said:

"Your Majesty said that after tonight, there will only be Emperor Rouning in the world, and there will be no more Fourteenth Princess!"

At this time, Ju Meng's eyes were sharp and filled with murderous intent, and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

Yu Yingyao's method of messing with Feng Yun secretly was indeed powerful enough. But she was not proficient in martial arts. At this time, under Ju Meng's murderous intent, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Send the princess off!" Ju Menglang shouted at this time, his sword already unsheathed.

The sharp sword energy raged out from the long sword, and instantly turned into sword light, which penetrated directly into Yu Yingyao's chest.

As soon as Yu Yingyao's pupils dilated, she felt a pain in her chest, and her whole body suddenly fell back weakly.

Heyin's face was dull, and he was stunned in place, watching Yu Yingyao slowly collapse in front of him, he felt that the world was spinning and his hands and feet were weak.

At this moment, a loud shout was heard, which suddenly woke He Yin up.

"Ah, daring traitor, don't hurt Miss!"

The sharp tones sounded like fairy sounds to Heyin.

She turned around suddenly and saw Zhong Zizuo, wearing a third-grade embroidered official uniform, suddenly leading a group of embroidered envoys out.

His rich body was outlined by brocade embroidered clothes. Every time he took a step, his round and protruding abdomen trembled a few times. Perhaps because of the urgency in his heart, Zhong Zizhuo had a ferocious look on his face. His originally friendly fat face now looked

It looks a little ugly up there.

But in the eyes of Heyin at this time, Zhong Zizuo seemed to have been filtered, making him appear extraordinarily tall and powerful.

Seeing Zhong Zizuo, who was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, Heyin's eyes filled with tears and he shouted excitedly:

"Save Miss!"

All of a sudden, shouts of killing echoed in the small courtyard.

Zhong Zizuo took the lead bravely. He held a sword and was invincible. He jumped left and right, slashing and killing among the crowd, and unexpectedly rushed in front of Ju Meng.
To be continued...