Chapter 266: Frontline Secret Report, Song Tragedy, Who Will Be Eliminated Next? Champion Marquis Enters Beijing

The autumn rain is long and continuous. It is not as violent as the summer rain, but it has a chill that penetrates the soul.

The Imperial Capital is located in the north of Dayan. The climate is dry and cold, and the chill is deep in the bones. Every household needs to close the doors and windows, put away the clothes, and avoid the wet rain.

The quiet streets a moment ago were suddenly broken by the sound of horse hooves and splashing water.

Lu Mingyuan sat under the eaves of the bamboo building of the inn, looking up at the endless heavy rain. It has been raining for an hour, but it still has not stopped.

Yang Yingchan frowned, looked at the road ahead carefully, and tried to bypass the muddy place, but unfortunately, it was in vain.

Yinghong's embroidered shoes were covered with mud, which made her a little unhappy.

"Go back to the inn and sit for a while. The rain will not stop in a short time." Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly and turned back to the bamboo building of the inn.

"I was planning to go back to the palace to pack my things, but now I'm delayed." Yang Yingchan grumbled and followed helplessly.

Lu Mingyuan did not intend to let her stay in the palace as a canary without freedom, but planned to arrange a spacious and comfortable house for her, transfer a few maids to serve her, and let her stay in the capital first, waiting for the King of Zhenbei to return to Beijing to report on his work.

"It's cold, and you're still barefoot?"

Yang Yingchan took off her embroidered shoes after entering the house, walked around barefoot in the house, and poured herself a cup of hot tea.

Lu Mingyuan looked down at the exquisite jade feet and then retracted his gaze.

Round as jade, soft and boneless, with transparent and small toes, blood vessels faintly visible, white silk stockings, red skirt tied up, revealing a pair of exquisite feet.

Even if Lu Mingyuan's predecessor had slept with many courtesans in the brothel Jiaofangsi, and many scenes appeared in his mind, no woman's feet could compare with Yang Yingchan's pair of jade feet.

Yang Yingchan seemed to have noticed someone's gaze, and quietly tucked her feet under her skirt, sitting on the bed, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Lu Mingyuan had stopped looking at her, but instead looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

Because of the autumn rain, the sky looked quite gloomy.

Lu Mingyuan stared at the drizzling raindrops and said with emotion: "This rainy weather is really suitable for sleeping."

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere in the room became very subtle.

"Your Majesty."

Finally, Yang Yingchan spoke first with a red face.

"Urgent report from the front line!"

But before she could finish, a loud and full voice sounded outside the bamboo building of the inn.

Suddenly interrupted, Yang Yingchan's eyes showed a gloomy look.

An armored soldier, holding a command flag, riding a huge dragon horse unique to the Great Yan Imperial Army, came to the downstairs of the inn in a panic with an anxious look.

In an instant, countless eyes were cast in the direction of the bamboo building, and a large number of spiritual senses swept through.

The Great Yan masters guarding the side were on standby at any time.

"Stop if you come."

A Nine Realm Warrior Consecrator, at some point, stood in front of him with a solemn face.

"If you have any news, I will pass it on for the time being."

The Imperial Guard bowed and apologized: "Sir, this is a secret report from the front line, only the emperor can see it."

"Let him come up."

However, a lazy and plain reply came from upstairs soon.

The Nine Realm Warrior Consecrator heard this and let him go.

The Imperial Guard went upstairs and saw that there was another person in the room. He was a little surprised, but he still knelt down and reported: "Your Majesty, there is a secret report from the front line of the Song Dynasty, and it is urgent."

"Bring it, there is no outsider here."

Lu Mingyuan said lightly.

"Yes!"

Yang Yingchan felt warm in her heart when she heard this.

The imperial guards handed the secret report to Lu Mingyuan.

Lu Mingyuan took the letter, which had not been opened yet, and began to read it.

As he read, his brows furrowed.

After reading it, his face returned to normal, and he waved his hand: "You go down first."

After the imperial guards withdrew, he thought: "It's not a particularly important military report. The whole world will know about it sooner or later. Is it included in the secret report because they are worried about delaying military affairs?"

"What's wrong?"

Yang Yingchan asked curiously.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at her and said seriously, "There are spies from other dynasties who sneaked into the Song Dynasty's Hangzhou Imperial City, triggering a large-scale battle among monks. The palace was damaged on a large scale, and many masters of the Song Dynasty died. The second prince Song Yanyou was seriously injured and unconscious. It can be said that the loss was heavy."

"The most important thing is that the destiny and luck that originally belonged to the Song Dynasty was taken away by someone."

Lu Mingyuan's eyebrows were tightly knitted together again, and he said, "It seems that other dynasties have already set their sights on the destiny and luck, and they will soon take action."

"The closest to Jingyunzhou is the Yinshuang Empire. Could it be that the Yinshuang Emperor took action?"

Jingyunzhou, outside the twelve continents of the Middle Earth, has a vast territory, rich vein resources, many chambers of commerce, and a large number of wealthy people. It used to belong to the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Therefore, Lu Mingyuan still has some impression of the capital of the Song Dynasty.

To the north of the Song Dynasty is the wilderness.

Therefore, almost every year, the Song Dynasty has to spend huge funds to repair the border fortresses and guard the country.

It can be said that Hangzhou is the gathering place of the top five cultivators besides Da Yan, Da Sui, Nanli, and Da Wu. Although there are not enough top masters, the solidity of the city and the formation are more exquisite than any other city. In addition, the Song Dynasty is prosperous in martial arts, mainly raising warriors, and there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

At the same time, Hangzhou is also the gathering place of resources, wealth, strong people, and beauties of the entire Jingyun Continent. As long as there is enough money, cultivators can buy everything they want there.

The Song Dynasty is almost a country supporting a city, plus a border.

Such a capital city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack was broken through so easily?

Lu Mingyuan was puzzled.

If there is such a dynasty, first exclude the small countries around it, they do not have such strength.

The most likely one is the Silver Frost Empire.

Could it be that the Silver Frost Emperor was not satisfied and felt that one destiny was not enough, so he wanted to plunder one more, so he attacked the weakest and closest Song Dynasty?

Then how strong must this mysterious master who broke into the capital be? He must be at least at the peak of the twelfth realm, right?

Weird, too weird.

Hearing the news from Lu Mingyuan, Yang Yingchan was also thinking about the content of the military report.

Suddenly.

Yang Yingchan's heart moved, and she thought of something, and said: "I recently heard my father talk about a big thing, maybe Your Highness will be interested."

"What is it?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

Yang Yingchan said seriously: "Not long ago, the Holy Nether Demon Kingdom sent troops to invade our Great Yan territory. Many wars broke out in the northwest, causing bloody storms. The number of human monks who died was no less than the casualties caused by the turmoil in Tianxuanzhou."

Lu Mingyuan's expression became serious and asked: "What's the reason?"

"It is said that it is related to the ten clans in the underworld. The major races in the underworld have different innate magical powers. This turmoil is related to the blood clan among the ten clans." Yang Yingchan said.

Lu Mingyuan showed a concerned look and said, "You mean, this matter is likely to be caused by the people of the Demon Country?"

"Not sure, but it can be used as a reference."

Yang Yingchan shook her head and said, "The battle at that time was quite fierce and affected a wide range of people, but very few people knew the inside story. In that battle, the armies of various states and counties suffered varying degrees of losses. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the death of Mr. Qi."

"Is it related to Mr. Qi?" Lu Mingyuan's expression changed, as if he had heard some important news, and asked, "Tell me in detail, what abilities does the blood clan have?"

The death of Mr. Qi has always been a pain in Lu Mingyuan's heart. As long as there is a little news, he can't let it go.

Lu Mingyuan really didn't combine this matter with the people of the Holy Nether Demon Country before.

Now it seems that this is really possible.

Yang Yingchan continued: "The blood race has two main innate abilities. One is to cultivate by sucking the blood of living beings, and the other is to transform into the face of a blood-sucking person and read their memory to achieve the effect of disguise."

"All the disputes in the northwest are caused by this. The armies of many states and counties were infiltrated by demons and then breached from the inside. The Great Wall of the Northern Border is solid, but it cannot resist internal infiltration."

"The final battlefield of the battle of Tianxuan Mansion was located in the territory where Tianshui City is located. It was precisely because the blood race cultivators mixed in with the people and held the real people hostage that made Mr. Qi in a dilemma and could only sacrifice his life."

"The old man is indeed very strong, and is a sage of the world. However, he is only a Confucian cultivator after all, and his flesh is quite fragile. Once attacked, he will definitely die. What's more, he is facing the siege of three or four blood race strongmen."

Lu Mingyuan clenched his hands tightly, and squeezed out four words from his lips: "It's the blood race again."

He is not unfamiliar with the blood race.

The Blood Zang Duke died in his hands.

In the Great Thousand Blue Lan Map, he was repeatedly targeted by the Blood Clan.

In the first life, as a martial saint, he was ambushed by the Blood Clan God Lord Liu Zun.

In the second life, he was plotted against by the Blood Clan Prince, but fortunately he was killed by himself.

"It seems that this time, the Blood Clan is also related."

Lu Mingyuan felt very guilty when he thought that he inherited the throne, but his father-in-law died.

"I suddenly want to go to the Song Dynasty, not for anything else, but to see who is plotting against the destiny."

Yang Yingchan had long guessed that the relationship between Lu Mingyuan and Qi Xingyan was not as simple as father-in-law and son-in-law. There might be some relationship similar to that of a teacher or a protector. When she heard Lu Mingyuan make this decision, she was not surprised at all.

However, she would never allow Lu Mingyuan to take risks, and immediately advised: "The Song Dynasty is located in the north, close to the wilderness. Your Majesty is now the emperor of the country, please think twice."

Lu Mingyuan's eyes condensed.

Then he remembered that he was now.

He was already the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Generally speaking, he cannot leave the capital.

In a sense, he is already the mascot of Da Yan.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that after leaving the cold palace, I was trapped in the capital again."

Seeing his look, Yang Yingchan said with great distress, "I don't know what happened to the Song Dynasty. I just told a possibility. This time, the destiny of heaven has come. All the dynasties are coveting the existence of destiny and destiny, trying to become the next destiny dynasty. The blood clan is not the only result and the only answer. Your Majesty needs to think about it in the long run."

Although Yang Yingchan said it quite obscurely, Lu Mingyuan still heard it.

The destiny of heaven has come, and now is the time for war. The great struggle has begun.

As an emperor, he cannot leave the capital at will.

Yang Yingchan added: "Of course, it is also possible that other dynasties covet the destiny of the Song Dynasty, so it will be even more difficult for Da Yan to get a share of destiny from other dynasties in the future."

During the coronation ceremony, Lu Mingyuan heard from Wensheng that there were records of small countries plundering the destiny of big countries in the classics.

Now someone has taken the initiative, which is definitely not good news for Da Yan.

Da Sui, Nanli, and Yinshuang are all huge dynasties that have evolved from the Middle Ages. They have a long history and are second only to Da Yan in influence among the major dynasties.

Even when my father was in power, he would not easily go to war with them.

Once the war started, there would be rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

Lu Mingyuan's mood has gradually recovered, and he began to think seriously, saying: "The more so, the more I have to go to the Six Kingdoms."

"But." Yang Yingchan still wanted to persuade him.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes were firm, and he interrupted her, and then he said: "Of course, not now. If one day I can enter the third rank, or even surpass the Martial Saint, then there will be few opponents in the whole world. At that time, even the saints and ancestors will not be my opponents."

Seeing that Lu Mingyuan had made up his mind, Yang Yingchan stopped persuading him and said: "Ordinary people certainly cannot have the opportunity to sneak into the heavily guarded capital of a country. If Your Highness is proficient in the art of transformation, and has strength comparable to Confucian saints, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Taoist immortals, you can give it a try."

"There will be such a day."

Lu Mingyuan said so.

Dayan Capital.

The evening wind was biting, the autumn rain was continuous, and the rain was like a knife, dripping on the face and hurting.

The army entering the city left a mottled footprint on the mud outside the city.

The generals on the top of the city, with a smile on their faces, watched the army return.

The leader was a handsome man wearing a red cape. He looked familiar and should be of high status. He took off his armor and returned victoriously, with black hair draped over his shoulders, walking in front.

A huge "Huo" flag fluttered in the wind.

The people in the streets of the capital looked through the windows and saw this scene in the rain, and they all discussed with joy.

"It's the Champion Marquis!"

"After many years, he has driven away all the demons on the border!"

"That's great, don't worry about the war. Recently, I heard many people say that there might be a war recently."

"Don't worry now, with the Champion Marquis here, this is the safest place."

Listening to the words on the street, Huo Qing's tired body relaxed a little.

His eyes stared at the people on both sides of the road, and his belief in his heart became more firm.

As long as he was there, he would not let war fall on the people of Dayan.

The new emperor was in power, and everything was ready.

He will definitely be able to put an end to the mess left by the previous dynasty, just like he did when he was 18 years old.

Thinking this way, the carriage arrived at the palace in a short while.