Duke Chen’s Mansion.

His wife, Liu, looked at Hou Junji standing in her yard, and her eyes were almost glaring out: "Master, your legs... are you... okay?"

"It's been long gone."

Liu cried with joy and rushed up to hug him, but suddenly found that in addition to Hou Junji, there was also a masked man in black in the yard.

"What are you doing?"

"While living...get done."

"Master...will you want..."

In the early Tang Dynasty, it was stipulated that no more than fifty personal soldiers were allowed to be appointed as masters, and although some of them could be used as servants, it would be fine if you don’t want to mobilize you to raise 180 people, but there are probably more than two thousand men in black in this yard! During the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Li Shimin used only 800 death soldiers at the level one level. What are they going to do? What else can they do?

"Master, are you crazy? You're going to die! Our family is already a Duke, a Duke! Today, the saints have achieved their moral character and virtue, so why do you have to do this!"

Hou Junji turned his head angrily and said, "Why do you have to do this? Because he is Li Shimin's partiality! Which of us old people in the Qin Palace who followed him to his belt then is doing well now? Yuchi Gong was released from Beijing, and he rose and fell in secret. My legs were beaten by a bastard. Has he ever expressed that he had come? Humph, it was a family that was built up by rebellion. When I was able to tie Li Yuan back then, I would change the master of this world."

Liu was crazy and knelt on the ground and hugged Hou Junji's thighs and kept begging: "After all, the person in charge was the current saint. He had the merits of pacifying the world and had been the Shangshu Ling for many years. All the civil and military officials and soldiers in the court were convinced by him. Moreover, Prince Yin was pressing step by step back and forth, he was really a desperate fight, but you are different now. The saint just drew your portrait in Lingyan Pavilion. This is to treat us kindly. Master, please, don't be crazy!"

After hearing this, Hou Junji's eyes flashed with hesitation, but he saw a beautiful woman who looked barefoot slowly walked over, and said with a smile: "The saint wants the master to support her, but will that little beast let her go? Although that man is just a minister of the Central Secretariat, he is actually no different from the Central Secretariat. Now that the disciples have lost Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling is about to retire, but he has actually become the prime minister who is on par with Changsun Wuji. Think about it, will he let the master go?"

The woman's voice was very crisp and nice, and it sounded like singing, and the smoke was swaying, and it was indescribable.

"Even if I am thinking about some love and protecting the master today, the emperor's wind has already shown signs. The little bastard is only twenty-six this year. Could it be that the master will still shake his tail and beg for mercy to the new emperor with his old body and let the new prime minister ride on his neck and scatter and pee? Sister, you are from a high-ranking family and a formal marriage. Even if the master is really bullied by that little thing, he can still protect himself from his wealth for the rest of his life. But we concubines all have the fate of life on the master."

Liu rushed up frantically, as if he wanted to tear the man's mouth, "It's you! It must be you! It's you who bewitched the master, right? Since you entered the door, there has been no one in the house without being sneaky. Who are you and who are you!"

After all, Liu had practiced for a few days. After a sudden pounce, the delicate concubine turned around and avoided her very casually. She also hung it on Hou Junji's body, gently stroked Hou Junji's beard, and said softly: "The master has been a knife in someone else's hand for the rest of his life. Today, the master wants to be a knife holder."

When Hou Junji heard this, he held the knife tightly, and a look of extreme excitement flashed across his face, and asked, "Has the matter over there been done?"

"Several elders have taken action, all of whom are the top experts in the world. For this day, I have prepared for the Holy Sect for twenty years. If I fail, I will be successful."

This woman is one of the leaders of the Demon Sect who is now a remnant of the Demon Sect, who possesses peerless charming skills. The more than 2,000 dead soldiers kneeling in the courtyard naturally could not have been trained by Hou Junji himself. If he had really trained more than 2,000 dead soldiers, he would have been caught by Li Shimin long ago.

The frustrated Hou Junji and the surviving Demon Sect are both in love and arrogance. They hit it off. Xiao Wu actually played a role in taking advantage of the situation. After Yang's death, the Demon Sect was disorganized and had no leader. It was just a trapped beast to fight. Xiao Wu actually hoped to use this to make the Demon Sect really die and let himself escape.

But Hou Junji turned around and said to the dead man who knelt on the ground, "If today is successful, I, Hou Junji, will repay you with the courtesy of the national soldiers. If today is defeated, I, I, will die before you."

As he said that, Hou Junji drew the sword in his hand and roared: "Rise up!!!"

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Zhaoling

Qin Hao was wearing thick numb and lived in a shabby straw shed. He had just burned the last wave of paper money for Wei Zheng, and lie back on his broken bed, but couldn't sleep for a while.

I have been traveling through time for almost fourteen years, and I have never lived in such a broken place. It is even worse than when he was a disaster victim in Luoyang. I don’t light a handful of mugwort at night, and I feel that mosquitoes can suck his blood dry.

Since he has been robbed of love, Qin Hao will naturally not be able to relax his demands on himself. Ding You has been following the most stringent etiquette these days. He must have no need to think about doing things like walking in a house. He does not eat meat or drink, lives in a straw shed, and wears clothes cut by a thick hemp knife. This makes Qin Hao, who has always been used to being rich and well-behaved, feels very upset every day.

I really miss you, who came yesterday? I secretly sent the best wine and meat, and was scolded by myself, and threw everything on the ground and kicked the person away. Now when I think about it, he drooled.

So Qin Hao had no choice but to be sad and angry, helplessly, holding a steamed bun that was so thick that it could not be more rough. While fantasizing the smell of bear paws and ape lips in his mind, he bit a big mouthful and swallowed it with a sad face, feeling that his throat was almost cut.

Suddenly, a team of cavalry rushed to the distance from Chang'an, rolling up dust in the sky. Seeing that it looked quite anxious, Qin Hao stood up and his face changed drastically.

Zhaoling was where Li Shimin wanted to live in the future. Although he had not come in yet, many of the people who were buried with him had already come in first. In addition to those princes and princesses, the tombs of Qin Qiong and Wei Zheng Du Ruhui and others were also here. Therefore, this place cannot be ridden unless...

When the person came in and saw his face clearly, Qin Hao felt even more sank.

"Dad, Hou Junji is about to get up tonight, and there is not much time left."

Qin Hao's face was so depressed that he was about to drip.

As the saying goes, things will not be done without secrets. However, the progress of Hou Junji's rebellion was always controlled by Qin Hao. He waited for a long time and had the confidence to squeeze him to death. But this Hou Junji didn't get up early or late, but when he gave Wei Zheng Dingyou, this time was too intimidating, and he could catch up in twenty-seven days.

Now, it's a little troublesome.
Chapter completed!