Chapter 73 The King of Sichuan (3)

　　"Zhao Mian's son does have the last emperor's edict in his hand! The officials in Chengdu have already seen this edict!" Jia Sidao replied tremblingly with his head down.

　　"Boom!" Song Lizong slapped the table in front of him angrily, panting heavily and pointing at Jia Sidao tremblingly. Just as he was about to speak, the guard who heard the sound of slapping the table ran over. Seeing the guards appearing around, Song Lizong took a deep breath, waved away the surrounding soldiers, looked at Jia Sidao with his eyes on fire, and said, "Didn't you keep telling me that everything is under your control?! Why? Will there be such a will?!"

　　Jia Sidao lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, I deserve to die! I underestimated them!" Jia Sidao knelt down on the ground crying with snot and tears : "Your Majesty, the original arrangement has been made properly, but I didn't expect a group of killers to disrupt the plan of the official!"

　　Song Lizong squinted at Jia Sidao, and snorted coldly: "Killer?! I see that You made up the group of killers, right?!" Jia Sidao walked a few steps closer to Jia Sidao on his knees and said, "What I said is absolutely true! Your Majesty, you know this killer organization!" Jia said Sidao looked left and right, reached out and dipped his hand into the wine that Song Lizong had shaken out of the table just now, and wrote the word "Chilian".

　　Seeing these two words, Song Lizong frowned. After pondering for a while, Song Lizong said: "Then what do you say next?! Don't you just watch them live happily in Bashu and threaten my country?!" Jia Sidao thought about it and flattered him: "Long live It's not difficult to lure Zhao Mian's posthumous sons to the capital!"

　　"Oh?!" Song Lizong's frowning slowly relaxed, looked at Jia Sidao and said, "Tell me how to lure them here?! "Speaking Song Lizong motioned Jia Sidao to stand up. Jia Sidao stood up with a smile, leaned into Song Lizong's ear and said: "Long live, as long as we tell the world, rehabilitate Zhao Mian, and rebury Zhao Mian with the ceremony of a prince. The mother and son will definitely be happy when they get the news. Come to the capital! When the time comes, as long as they come to the capital, we will have the final say on life and death?!"

　　Song Lizong nodded, and said with ecstasy in his heart: "Okay! Jia Aiqing will be handled by you! And this matter must be done quickly !"

　　"Don't worry, Your Majesty! I will make arrangements now!" After finishing speaking, Jia Sidao respectfully saluted Song Lizong and was about to leave when an eunuch hurriedly ran up to Song Lizong, saluting in a panic: "Your Majesty! Something is wrong! The prince's tomb has been stolen!"

　　"What?!" Song Lizong jumped up from his chair and asked murderously, "What has been stolen?!" The eunuch stammered. : "The coffin of the former prince Zhao Hong was stolen! Other than that, nothing else was stolen."

　　"Bastard!" Song Lizong angrily kicked over the table in front of him and called, "Come here!"

　　Hearing the cry, the commander of the Ouchi guards hurried to Song Lizong and bowed his hands respectfully: "Your Majesty!"

　　Song Lizong said in a trembling voice, "You immediately take people to arrest all the guards of the royal cemetery. I want to kill their nine clans!"

　　"No!" The commander of the guards responded and hurriedly left. After the commander of the Ouchi guards left, Jia Sidao softly persuaded: "Long live, please calm down! It's not worth getting angry about this kind of thing!" Song Lizong glared at Jia Sidao, and then squinted his eyes and asked strangely: "Jia Aiqing, do you have other ways to lure their mother and son to the capital?!"

　　Jia Sidao thought for a while and shook his head, "Long live! Please think about it!" Song Lizong sat down and said, "Jia Aiqing , I will give you three days, and I will definitely hear your answer after three days!"

　　"No!" Jia Sidao agreed tremblingly, and walked out of the imperial garden obediently. After walking for about a stick of incense, Jia Sidao, who had been bowing his head in contemplation, was suddenly blocked by someone. The angry Jia Sidao raised his head and was about to explode, but when he recognized the person in front of him, he immediately smiled and laughed.

　　Concubine Jia looked at Jia Sidao kindly and asked, "Little brother! What have you been up to lately?! Why don't you come to see me in the palace?!" Jia Sidao Turning his mind, he walked to Concubine Jia's ear, told Concubine Jia what happened just now, and hinted that Concubine Jia would intercede for her.

　　Concubine Jia frowned unconsciously after listening to Jia Sidao's narration. Concubine Jia Gui, who came back to her senses after a while, looked at Jia Sidao and said, "Little brother, you go back first! You still have to think about the solution! This is related to your sister and my fate! Do you understand what I mean?!

　　" Sidao nodded desperately and said: "Sister, I understand, but you still have to say something nice to me with Your Majesty!" As he spoke, Jia Sidao looked around, greeted Concubine Jia, and walked quickly left. After Jia Sidao walked away, Concubine Jia twisted her slender waist and walked towards the imperial garden with small steps accompanied by eunuchs and maids.

　　It was raining continuously in Xiangyang City. Under the cover of rain, the Mongolian army frantically launched an attack on Xiangyang City. Not far from Xiangyang City, on a high platform, Kublai Khan stood on it and watched the fierce battle quietly. At this time, Kublai Khan felt very bitter in his heart. It is still unknown whether my teacher, Ba Siba, has arrived in Shaolin. Even if he does, it is still unknown whether Shaolin Temple can be healed and restored to its heyday; It's been a month, and apart from consuming a lot of food and grass and killing 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers, Xiangyang City has not been captured yet.

　　Just when Kublai Khan was in a trance, the guard walked up behind Kublai Khan and saluted respectfully: "Marshal! The Khan's messenger is here!" Hearing what the guard said, Kublai Khan nodded and walked down silently. up the high platform.

　　The messenger who was waiting in the big tent saw Kublai Khan entering the tent and hurriedly saluted, "Your Highness!" What military order?!" The envoy replied: "Your Highness! Khan has prepared 100,000 cavalry and is scheduled to go out next month. After entering Sichuan and destroying Dali through the Shu Road, he detoured behind Song Dynasty and flanked Song Dynasty with His Royal Highness's army. That's why Khan asked me to send an order that His Royal Highness should lead the army to attack Xiangyang without interruption, so that the Song army has no time to spare!"

　　Kublai Khan replied with a smile: "I know! I will definitely cooperate with Khan!" As he said, Kublai Khan picked up a letter that had been written earlier from the table and handed it to the envoy, saying, "Trouble you! Bring this letter to Khan! There are many Central Plains martial arts masters in Xiangyang City to help out. Their existence is very lethal to our soldiers." Before Kublai Khan could finish speaking, the envoy took the letter and replied: "Your Highness! I understand what you mean! Believe me, I will deliver it to the Great Khan as soon as possible!" After finishing speaking, the envoy bowed to Kublai Khan and left the big tent.

　　The words are divided into two ends, at the foot of Songshan Mountain. Under the protection of Kublai Khan's iron guards, Basiba arrived safely. Looking at Basiba lying in the car, the military doctor heaved a sigh of relief, took out Kublai Khan's letter and handed it to the guard beside him, saying: "You send this letter up the mountain, and it must be handed over to the abbot of Shaolin Temple." !"

　　"No!" The guard took the letter and ran quickly along the mountain road to Shaolin Temple. Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the guards ran outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. Seeing the little novice who was sweeping the floor, the guard stepped forward and asked fiercely: "Little monk, is this the Shaolin Temple?!" The

　　little novice put his hands together and said, "Amitabha! The donor is here, the Shaolin Temple. What can I do for you? !"

　　"Don't be so damn long-winded! Quickly ask the leaders of your place to come out!" The guard said murderously. Hearing the guard's words, the little novice recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, and said, "I'm sorry, the benefactor! The Shaolin Temple has been closed for many years, and no outside visitors have been seen! Please leave the benefactor quickly!" "Bastard!

　　" hand, wanting to slap the little monk. The little novice who was always on guard took a step back before the guard's hand touched him, and said at the same time: "Benefactor! I advise you to put down the butcher knife quickly! Take a step back!" "UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　I I don't need you to teach me!" As he said that, the guard drew out his knife and slashed at the little novice. The little novice blocked it with a broom, and retreated back into the temple with his strength. Before the guards could react, the little novice had already closed the gate. Looking at the closed gate of Shaolin Temple, the guard yelled twice angrily, and sat outside the gate dejectedly.

　　"Leoyin, who were you talking to just now?!" Just when the little novice was full of ambition, Zhishan, the host of the Bodhidharma Academy, frowned and asked. Hearing Zhishan's voice, the little novice thumped in his heart, immediately withdrew his smile, and replied respectfully with one hand clasped together: "Uncle Grand Master, there is a Mongolian soldier who wants to see the host!" Zhishan sighed and let himself go when he heard what the little novice said

　　. He said to himself: "Amitabha! The one who should have come is here!" Zhishan, who came back to his senses, said to the little novice: "I have heard the sound, you should report to the host immediately, and I will meet that Mongolian soldier!" Said With a wave of Ba Zhishan's hand, the disciples beside him ran to the gate knowingly, and opened the gate together.

　　The guard sitting on the threshold with his back against the gate, because of his unstable center of gravity, fell face up and got up angrily, and when he was about to get angry, he heard Zhishan ask: "Benefactor, can you come to Shaolin?" What's the matter?!"

　　Seeing Zhishan wearing cassock, the guard snorted coldly and took out the letter from his arms and said, "This is a letter from His Royal Highness to Shaolin Temple!" Zhishan took the letter, hesitated, opened the envelope, took I read the letter. Looking at Zhishan frowned. The Mongolian guard standing in front of Zhishan saw Zhishan's changing face, frowned slightly and felt a drum in his heart: "Are these monks really desperate?!"