On the chariot, Zhao Dongting and Wen Tianxiang sat opposite each other.

Zhao Dongting's personal guards and Wen Tianxiang's Xingguo army soldiers had stopped slowly, and were speechless.

The flags fluttered and spread to the distance of the road.

Zhao Dongting looked at Wen Tianxiang with his eyes fixedly, and suddenly said softly: "Mr. Wen is very dangerous when he goes on a war. Yuan general Ali Hague has always been famous for his ability to fight, and has many soldiers and generals. Master Wen has to save his life and return no matter what. There are not many people in my court that can rely on..."

Wen Tianxiang's eyes were a little red, "When I was about to eliminate the Yuan thieves, I would definitely come to serve the emperor again!"

Zhao Dongting raised his wine glass in front of him and said with a forced smile: "Come on, I will practice it for Lord Wen! I wish Lord Wen a victory and a great defeat to Ali Hague."

Wen Tianxiang also picked up the wine glass after hearing this, "I am not afraid of death, but for the emperor and the people of the Song Dynasty, I will definitely defeat Ali Hague. I just hope that the emperor will have more rest in the palace and do not work hard all day long. The emperor is still young, and the burden of resisting the Yuan Dynasty and restoring the Song Dynasty will definitely fall on your shoulders in the future. You must not be exhausted."

"Come!"

Zhao Dongting raised his glass and touched the cup in Wen Tianxiang's hand, "You, I, the king and the minister, I, the inner king and the outer king, and we will fight against the Yuan and restore the Song Dynasty together!"

As he said that, he drank the wine in his glass.

His face turned red and his eyes turned red.

After these days of getting along, Zhao Dongting was also impressed by Wen Tianxiang's righteousness. If it were not forbidden to do so, he really wouldn't want Wen Tianxiang to lead his army to go.

"Prince, take care of yourself!"

Wen Tianxiang put down his wine glass and strode away from the chariot.

"Mr. Wen!"

Zhao Dongting suddenly called him.

Wen Tianxiang turned around.

Zhao Dongting said: "It doesn't matter if you lose the battle, our Song Dynasty still has a chance. You... must save your life and come back."

Wen Tianxiang was stunned, then suddenly fell to the ground, but said, "The emperor's holy grace, I... If I can't win, I'm not willing to die!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the carriage, turned over and rode towards the formation.

Zhao Dongting looked at Wen Tianxiang's departure back and stared blankly.

Wen Tianxiang is too strong and if he is unable to win, he will really not choose to come back alive.

Zhao Dongting murmured in his heart, "I'm so kind to him, will I harm him?"

Ying'er saw Zhao Dongting's expression and comforted her softly: "Emperor, the Empress Dowager has gone to Wuliang Temple to pray for Lord Wen early in the morning. Lord Wen will definitely return victoriously."

Zhao Dongting sighed softly, "He said that the Yuan thief will not return, but when will the Yuan thief be destroyed..."

Compared with the Southern Song Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty was too powerful at this time. Even if Zhao Dongting traveled over, facing a hero like Kublai Khan, he was really not sure of destroying the Yuan Dynasty.

The morning breeze blows into the carriage with coolness.

Soon, Wen Tianxiang's Xingguo Army slowly set off, and countless soldiers carried flags and gradually moved away with the flag.

It was not until he was disrespectful that Zhao Dongting ordered to return to the palace.

For some reason, he always had a faint premonition of unknownness in his heart. It was not strong, but it was like a gangrene attached to the bone, which could not be eliminated.

The guards were in front of the horses and the infantry were behind, and Yue Peng and Li Yuanxiu rode horses to protect Zhao Dongting's carriage and walked slowly towards the prefect.

While still on the way, a rider galloped over.

He immediately had a commander wearing an iron helmet and a red tassel with a silver shawl on his left shoulder, but he was the commander of the left guards among the left guards under Yang Yidong.

After the great victory in Benzhou, Zhao Dongting sent a lot of troops to Yang Yidong's command, and there are more than a thousand people so far.

The commander hurried to the guards' personal horse formation, and even more, he shouted, "Let him quickly, I will report to the emperor if I have urgent matters!"

But the guards would not let him go, and just shouted, "Stop the person coming!"

The commander looked hurried. When he saw the guards holding their guns to meet each other, he looked even more anxious. He turned over and dismounted and shouted: "I want to meet the emperor!"

Jiang Cunzhong, the official guard of the Ma Army, saw the appearance of the commander clearly afterwards and said in surprise: "Commander Zhang!"

When the commander named Zhang saw him talking, he hurriedly looked at him, "General Jiang, take me to meet the emperor quickly."

Jiang Cunzhong said in surprise: "What happened? You are so anxious."

The commander surnamed Zhang did not answer and just ran to the imperial chariot in the Central Military Office.

Seeing that he was so anxious, Jiang Cunzhong waved his whip and rushed to him, saying, "Commander Zhang gets on the horse!"

This commander is also good at playing. He kicks his legs hard and shouts lightly, but just stretches out his hand to put on the horse's back. The man is about to arrive.

Jiang Cunzhong urged his horse to run quickly to the front of the imperial chariot.

The commander Zhang turned over and dismounted, hurriedly knelt in front of the imperial chariot, and shouted in a low voice: "Master, the trouble is going on! The trouble is going on!"

Zhao Dongting frowned slightly in the carriage, then opened the curtain, walked out and said, "What's wrong?"

Commander Zhang replied with red eyes: "The Empress Dowager was ambushed by a thief on her way to Wuliang Palace to pray for blessings..."

"What?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Dongting exclaimed in surprise. Even though he was calm, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked at this time.

Perhaps because of the flesh-and-blood connection, he was always very concerned about Concubine Yang.

The commander surnamed Zhang said: "Mr. Yang led his army to fight against the thieves in blood. The Empress Dowager had nothing to do, but..."

Zhao Dongting's heart sank slightly, "But what's wrong?"

The commander surnamed Zhang said: "Those thieves are very skilled in martial arts. Lord Yang... He was hit by several swords in order to protect the Queen Mother, and now he is afraid he is..."

“Where are they?”

Zhao Dongting's voice was so gloomy that it could drip out of water.

He did not expect that now that the army is in Leizhou, there are still people who dare to assassinate Yang Shufei so blatantly.

The commander surnamed Zhang said: "They are still fighting with the thieves, and Lord Yang asked Mo to send a letter to the future."

"Take me there quickly!"

Zhao Dongting walked out of the carriage with a cold face, asked Yue Peng beside him to pull him on his horse, shouting: "The horse army follows me! Go to Wuliang Palace!"

The commander surnamed Zhang also hurriedly stepped on Jiang Cunzhong's horse and headed towards the army.

Zhao Dongting left the infantry and led the 800 horse army to follow the commander of the surname Zhang and left to Wuliang Palace Juechen.

Although Yang Yidong is only a false position in the court now, he has made contributions to saving Yang Shufei many times in the past. Moreover, he is in love with Yang Shufei, which is what Zhao Dongting allows. If something happens to him, Zhao Dongting doesn't know how much blow Yang Shufei will be.

Speaking of which, Concubine Yang was really pitiful. She was a concubine and the empress dowager, but she failed to enjoy the life of the palace and could only flee with the imperial army for years.

Fortunately, Zhao Dongting and others are not too far from Wuliang Palace.

In less than two quarters of an hour, they had reached more than ten miles at the foot of Wuliang Palace Mountain.

Nearly a hundred guards were fighting with the covered thieves. There were many corpses on the ground, most of which were guards.

Screams, muffled groans, and sword light flashed.

There were nearly a hundred thieves, all of whom were good at martial arts. They had forced the guards around Yang Shufei's chariot.

"kill!"

Zhao Dongting shouted with a gloomy face.

More than 800 cavalry guards immediately waved their swords and guns, and shouted and killed the thieves.

A masked man among the thieves looked back and raised the eight-ring knife in his hand and shouted: "Remove!"

"Shawanli!"

Zhao Dongting exclaimed in a low voice.

He always remembered the war, and Sha Wanli passed hundreds of guards and forced him to approach him. He didn't expect that he would appear here.

The thieves were quite disciplined and actually ordered them to be prohibited. They abandoned the guards in front of the carriage and rushed into the forest next to them.

The road is surrounded by mountain walls more than meter high. They are all strong and easily climb up, and disappear into the dense forest in a blink of an eye.

The guards and horses chased each other near, but they were helpless when they looked at such a high mountain wall. Someone got off the horse and climbed the mountain to chase, but the thieves had already run far away.

Yue Peng said angrily: "Damn it!"

Zhao Dongting jumped off his horse and ran to Yang Shufei's chariot.

"emperor!"

The guards guarding beside the chariot fell to the ground, and some people were actually crying.

Zhao Dongting was polite to the soldiers. Although he didn't lead many troops, he had a lot of prestige in those old strokes. Otherwise, he would have been unable to instigate Yang Wanli and the guards to assassinate Zhao Dongting in the past.

Zhao Dongting hurriedly rushed to the chariot, pulled the curtain, and stood there on the spot.

In the carriage, Concubine Yang Shukan knelt on the ground, hugging Yang Yidong, tears flowing down her cheeks, but her expression was dull.

Yang Yidong's face could no longer see the handsomeness and beauty of the past, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. There was a sword in front of his chest, which was shaking brightly.

Blood almost flowed to the edge of the carriage.

Zhao Dongting could see that although Yang Yidong was not dead, he was already dying.

Just when Zhao Dongting arrived, a ball of light suddenly burst out from his eyes.
Chapter completed!