The successive situation of Enko also caused an ominous omen in Wu Zetian's heart.

Although the two previous minor problems did not have much impact, she still felt that the situation seemed to be out of his control.

Those two small episodes are basically certainly Wu Sansi's work.

And Wu Zetian believes that Wu Sansi must have a later move.

However, she didn't care much about Wu Sansi's small actions because she knew very well that Wu Sansi didn't dare to make a fuss too hard.

But Wu Sansi made small moves, would others have small moves?

The exposure of the southbound route she designed herself was enough to illustrate the seriousness of the problem.

There is also the ambush in Bajiao Mountain, and Wu Sansi was almost swearing to the sky that he had no intention of harming Yang Shouwen's life. However, as Wu Sansi's eagle and dog minions, why did Sun Siguan change his mind without authorization and plot against Yang Shouwen?

Also, what role did Princess Taiping play in the incident?

Otherwise, why would she have been intimate with Sun Siguan?

If Princess Taiping also participates in it, what roles did Prince Li Xian, Prime Minister Li Dan, and those Li Tang royal families play?

A series of questions emerged in Wu Zetian's mind.

She even recalled the sudden outbreak of Mochu's troops from Hebei Road last year. Originally, she and Mochu had already made an agreement to let Wu Yanxiu marry Mochu's daughter, but Mochu did not object. Why did Mochu suddenly change his mind when Wu Yanxiu arrived?

After the Hebei Road war ended, Wu Zetian also conducted an investigation.

Because that rebellion was too strange. There were heavy troops in Dao Village, Hebei, but when Mochu sent troops, the Jingnan army envoy Murong Xuanjun surrendered, Dingzhou Governor Sun Yangao was defeated without a fight, and Tang Prajna also planned to surrender...

The Heavenly Soldiers Way did not rescue in time; the Divine Soldiers Way did not move.

In Youzhou, the various troops seemed to have not noticed the movements of the Sumo and Mohe people. They sat down and watched the rebels break through Juyong Pass.

Everything about this is weird.

Xiao Luantai put all his strength into it, but he did not gain anything.

Shangguan Wan'er also lost dozens of spies to this end, but no answer was found.

This shows that the other party hides deeply and has a very strong strength. Otherwise, why would Xiaoluantai fail?

People with this strength...

After all, Wu Zetian is old. If it were ten years ago... no, maybe five years earlier. If this happens, she will definitely start a massacre and cause bloody storm. But now, she needs to stabilize the situation, and she does not have the courage to kill the enemy in the past. She wants to find evidence and solve this situation on a small scale as much as possible...

But now it seems a bit troublesome.

Wu Zetian felt that she needed to strengthen her control, rather than letting the following people continue to make trouble.

But who will balance the turmoil below?

She sat on the dragon throne, her eyes slightly closed, and she fell into deep thought.

"Grandma, can you start?"

Li Guer's voice sounded in Wu Zetian's ears.

Wu Zetian suddenly opened his eyes, stood up in a deep voice, saying, "Tell me my will, please follow me to watch the battle."

"ah?"

Li Guer was stunned when he heard this and looked at Wu Zetian in confusion.

Wu Zetian smiled and said, "Why, don't you want to see how your elder brother Yang killed all sides?"

Li Guer's face turned slightly red. Although she was a little shy, she still nodded openly. A happy smile appeared on her face.

A high platform was set up outside Fengxian Temple.

Wu Zetian led all officials to the stage and prepared to watch the battle himself.

The students in the school also heard that the saints would watch the battle themselves. In an instant, they became a mess.

Various emotions and thoughts filled the minds of the students, which also made the atmosphere in the school suddenly become hot.

Wang Xiufu was standing on the sidelines, tidying up the saddle stirrups.

A small school suddenly came up and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Wang. King Liang has his own destiny. After he comes on stage later, he will rely on his skills and do not need to target Yang Shouwen."

"ah?"

Wang Xiufu was stunned and turned around.

However, the school had left, leaving only a back for him.

In other words, the previous plan was cancelled?

Wang Xiufu looked up at Yang Shouwen, and saw Yang Shouwen sitting in the hut, closing his eyes to rest.

He frowned and thoughts were even more intense.

In my mind, Murong Yu's voice that night seemed to echo again: "Mr. Wang, you are a very skilled martial arts person. But although you are from a wealthy family, you are not valued by the clan. In the eyes of King Liang, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a martial artist, and a hawk under his command.

Think about Sun Siguan, what a hero he is?

But what can it be! He got Wu Kui, but was forced by King Liang to sell himself for honor. Now he died in the foot of Bajiao Mountain, King Liang ignored him and even dared not show up. Do you really think he can be reused like this lord?"

"Mr. Wang, my master, has a grudge against Yang Shouwen, and I wish I could crush him to ashes.

As long as you can help my master solve the problem, I will try to cover you up and send you out of Luoyang. After that, my master will arrange an identity for you to go to the border. With your skills, you can be promoted by your military achievements. At that time, you have great military achievements and my master is secretly helping you, so why worry about not being able to make a name for yourself?”

Wang Xiufu subconsciously put his hands on his arm.

The cold feeling from his arms made him feel inexplicably impulsive.

He had no status in the Wang family. In the past, he had to consider his mother, but now that his mother has passed away, he has no worries anymore.

Fight, or not?

Wang Xiufu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

Dongdongdongdongdong

The sun was already west, and there were rumbling drums on the school ground outside Fengxian Temple.

After selecting weapons, the thirty-eight candidates boarded the horse.

To prevent accidents from happening again, all the lifters could not use their own weapons, but had to choose again. Yang Shouwen chose an ash wax pole with an arm thickness and about two meters long as a weapon. Both ends of the ash wax pole were wrapped in a cotton bag, and white stone powder was stained with it.

In this era, ash poles have not yet become weapons in the army.

It gradually emerged after the Song Dynasty and became the main material for making guns.

In the Tang Dynasty, people were still accustomed to making guns with jujube or hard jujube wood. Because the texture of these two kinds of wood is hard and is similar to the iron guns commonly used. In contrast, the ash rod is a bit soft and is not regarded as a material for making guns.

The white wax pole selected by Yang Shouwen is as white as jade.

The properties of ash rod are hard but not hard, soft but not folded. The gun rod can be bent to 180 degrees without cracking, and it is extremely flexible.

He weighed it in his hand a few times and was quite satisfied.

Compared with tiger swallows, the amount of this white wax rod is obviously insufficient, but it also has a portion of ten kilograms.

After playing in his hand twice, then he combined the Yin-Yang handle, and the white wax rod trembled in a slight way, like a spiritual snake flying...

"Alang, can it work?"

Yang Moli glanced at the white wax pole, a little worried.

It's too soft and doesn't feel very reliable.

Yang Shouwen smiled and said softly: "Marry, you go down."

"Here!"

Yang Moli withdrew from the school ground, while Yang Shouwen turned over and got on her horse.

At the same time, I saw that Pugu Yi Li and Du Modun had already arrived.

Pugu Yili chose a hard jujube wood as a weapon. The jujube wood was covered with red paint, and a cotton cloth wrapped around it, covered with white gray.

Du Modun changed a mulberry stick with a thickness of a bowl and a length of about three meters.

Just looking at the stick, the amount is 20 kilograms. Yang Shouwen has roughly guessed that his usual weapon should be a horse spear.

"What's the point of a fight but you have to change this? "

Du Moton looked unhappy, and seemed very dissatisfied with the decision to temporarily change the weapon.

Pugu Yi Li smiled and said, "Du Modun, this is the saint's care for us. He has no eyes on his sword and gun, and if something happens, it will be unbeautiful."

"snort!"

Du Morton snorted coldly and refused to comment.

Yang Shouwen observed silently from the side, feeling that Du Modun did not seem to respect Wu Zetian and even looked down on her.

He felt a little strange, but he didn't show it.

At this moment, the second drum sounded, Yang Shouwen and Pugu Yili looked at each other and urged the horse to go straight to the center of the schoolyard. Du Modon was behind the two, urging the horse to follow slowly. He looked at Yang Shouwen's back and glanced at the corner of his mouth, showing a ferocious smile. However, Yang Shouwen and his back were turned to him, not looking at his smile...
Chapter completed!