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1989. Someone assassinated

One of them is the Zhenjin of the Sect King. The other is the Borjijin Tiemur who should have become the Yuan Emperor.

The real gold ascended the throne and became emperor. This young hero with a broad strategy and a broad mind that looked very similar to his grandfather Kublai Khan, was also pitiful, but he had not even gained the position of crown prince.

It is just because of his personal charm that he still has considerable weight in the Yuan court. It is no problem to confront the current crown prince in secret.

Of course, these are meaningless now.

Just when the Zhenjin officially applauded the Song Dynasty, the Yuan Emperor was no longer the Yuan Emperor, and the ministers didn't know whether they could still hold their original positions. The crown prince could not be the crown prince.

He is not even the prince, even the royal relatives will be wrong.

Oh, I can barely be considered a uncle, with Turandot's light.

This is something he can't accept.

It was empty for dozens of meters around the two of them.

There were not many civil and military officials and royal relatives in Zhongdu City, so of course Zhao Da could not send his soldiers to stare at them.

"I wonder what the prince thinks about today's affairs?" Tiemuer asked Naiyan on his own initiative.

Naiyan was slightly stunned, with a light flashing in his eyes, and he asked back, "I wonder what the Third Prince is asking?"

"hehe."

Tie Muer chuckled, "Why should the prince dress clearly and pretend to be confused? I'm talking about the fight between Zihuamen."

"It's just that the soldiers on both sides have some conflicts. Why is Your Highness so concerned?" Naiyan asked again.

Tie Muer glanced at Naiyan and knew that there was an old fox in front of him. He simply said, "It seems to be just a contradiction, but I feel very sad... Before he formally surrendered and surrendered, these Song soldiers have already stepped on us. After we took the Song Dynasty, we don't know what kind of treatment we will be, and we don't know if we can still have freedom in the future, just as freely as we were on the grassland. I grew up on the horse's back, and you, Prince, do you think you can adapt to life in the south?"

Naiyan was a little silent, "Your Highness the Third Prince might as well speak directly."

"I can't stand the kind of life that is living under someone else's roof."

Tie Muer's eyes showed a bright light, "If I want me to live that life in the south, I might as well die. But this world was fought by our Borjijin family and countless warriors on the grassland. I can't just die like this. The father was weak-hearted and did not have the ambition to make a comeback. I guess he was thinking about the people in the world, but I was unwilling to give up. The Song Dynasty is stronger than us now, but one day we will become stronger than them."

He stared at Naiyan, "I want to take people back to the grassland, please help me!"

Naiyan paused and looked at Tiemuer deeply.

Then as he continued to lift his steps, he said, "Three Prince, you are a real eagle on the grassland..."

The meaning of this is very obvious. Even he thought that Timul was more suitable for the emperor than real gold. Timul was too similar to Kublai Khan.

Most of the ministers of the Yuan Dynasty had a heart of admiration for Kublai Khan. Naiyan did not worship him, but admiration was certainly inevitable.

"How do you want me to help you?"

Then Naiyan said again. He didn't even hesitate at all.

Tie Muer approached Naiyan's ear and whispered a few words. His face was full of solemn expressions.

After Naiyan nodded, Tiemur bowed to Naiyan, and then the two separated and left.

night.

The Yuan Palace was quiet.

The Feilong Army has completely taken over Zhongdu’s defense, including this huge palace.

The layout in the palace is no different from before, but now the real gold and the ministers have abandoned state affairs, so there is naturally less movement.

However, the west city is much more lively.

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The streets are not full of lights and wine, but there is also a bustle with the strong atmosphere of this era. Only at this time, more than a dozen people hurried by the streets.

They all looked hurried and came out of the Red Encirclement at the end of the street.

This escort agency is very mysterious. Even the neighbors don’t know who is in charge. They only know that the escort agency’s high-gate courtyard seems to have no business, but it has been running so mysteriously.

After these dozens of people passed through this lively street, the sides became cold in an instant.

This is about to arrive in the inner city, which is the place where the boundary line is divided.

There is no guard between the inside and outside cities.

However, more than a dozen people still looked around for a few minutes before heading to the inner city. On such a night, something was a little wrong.

But this night will naturally not arouse anyone's alertness.

The original imperial guards in Zhongdu City have been removed, and the replaced Feilong Army is only guarding the gates of each city. They do not pay much attention to the city.

After more than a dozen people entered the inner city, they continued to go to the center. Halfway through, they suddenly got into an inn.

When they came out again, more than a dozen people had already changed into night clothes.

They continued to move along the roof, and their goal was quite clear, which was the Yuan Palace. All their light skills were excellent.

And even more amazing in the back.

They were actually very clear about the arrangement of the Flying Dragon Army's troops. After approaching the palace, they felt like they were entering a no-man.

The Feilong Army was not familiar with the Yuan Palace and had some loopholes, so they were taken advantage of by these "self-employed mentors".

From outside the palace to the depths of the palace, they seemed to be ghosts of the dark night, always wandering on the edge of the warning range of the Dragon Army soldiers.

If it weren't for someone who was extremely familiar with the Yuan Palace, he would never be able to find such a route.

Even if the imperial guards used to guard the palace, it would probably be difficult to stop these dozens of people.

More than a dozen people actually approached Queen Yuan’s palace so quietly.

True gold rests in the Queen's palace tonight.

The third prince Tiemur had just arrived here to pay his respects, and it had only been more than half an hour since he left.

He didn't have this habit before.

The real gold and the queen didn't think much about it.

More than a dozen people fell gently in the queen's palace and ran towards the door.

I can no longer hide my body.

Of course, Zhen Jin is protected by experts. In addition to the two eunuchs, there are also several experts hidden in the secret.

They came out of the darkness and shouted: "There are assassins!"

The shouts exploded in the night and spread.

There must be many guards outside that ran over in an instant, but that night seemed a little sad. Only eunuchs and palace maids ran out of the house.

Zhao Da never thought that someone would assassinate the real gold, but he didn't want to lose face too much, so he didn't arrange for someone to stay outside the palace courtyard.

The soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army were still hundreds of meters away recently.

But these assassins who don’t know who they were ordered will naturally fail.
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