Lin'an.

Lin'an is Hangzhou.

Located in the south of the Yangtze River, the West Lake has a unique scenery, but it also has a special meaning, which is the so-called companion capital ****** the Southern Song Dynasty.

It's not a royal capital, it's a companion capital, the Southern Song Dynasty, and there is no royal capital.

It's just that this accompanies the capital of Lin'an Mansion, and it also has several meanings, the first is that the Southern Song Dynasty is partial to the south of the Yangtze River, which has the meaning of "temporary resettlement"; The second is that the Southern Song Dynasty court was grateful for the historical merits of Qian Hao, the king of Wuyue, to Hangzhou, and took his hometown "Lin'an" as the name of the house; Third, it means "peace when the king comes".

I don't want to restore the country, I just want to be at peace here.

Only in Lin'an Dingdu instead of Jiankang or Xiangyang, it can already fully express the attitude of the Southern Song Dynasty court - relying on the Yangtze River and Qiantang natural hazards, not seeking to forge ahead and restore the country, but only to keep the wealth and wealth.

However, many people don't understand how to finish the eggs under the nest.

Su Liu's hands stood outside Lin'an City, quietly looking at the last prosperous scene of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the blood and fire of Xiangyang City are almost two different worlds, the rise and fall of the dynasty is the will of heaven, and there is no way to reverse it, but what he is doing now is not a thing against the sky.

The crowd surged like a tidal wave, and Su Liu was the only one standing alone in the crowd, standing still, and the crowd automatically left him three feet away.

Suddenly, a person intentionally or unintentionally squeezed to Su Liu's side, this is a tough man, dressed normally, but holding a flagpole in his hand, with the words "letter delivery" written on it, he looked at Su Liu's appearance, his eyes flashed, and said: "Send letters, do guests need it?" ”

Su Liu said lightly: "How much?" ”

The tough man didn't say how much, but asked; "As much as the guest says, it's as much as it gets."

Su Liudao: "Ninety-five Wen." ”

The sturdy man's body shook, sandwiched the flagpole between his chest and arms, saluted respectfully, and said, "The price is right, please come with me." ”

This person is none other than a disciple of Tianji Palace brought into Lin'an City by Minggui, an elite disciple of Tianji Palace, all of whom are alert.

At this time, he was not the only one outside the gates of this Lin'an City, and many elite disciples of the Tianji Palace had already infiltrated this Lin'an City.

This operation is called the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

The meaning of the Ninety-Five Plan refers directly to the Ninety-Five Supreme, and the intention is also very obvious.

Fan Wenhu is the former commander of the Southern Song Dynasty, and his status is so high that he is equivalent to the head of the forbidden army garrison in Lin'an City, and his actual power is more than that. Jia seems to be cunning and cunning, and he will definitely not make his rear unstable, since he is relieved to hand over his base camp to his son-in-law Fan Wenhu, it proves that this person has decisive control over the affairs of Lin'an City.

Fresh snow can still be seen in the Xiangfan area, but Lin'an has gradually begun to warm up.

Ming Gui is sophisticated, Tianji Palace also has Beppu in Lin'an, and Qin Bofu, the sick king, is also here, and a group of people have touched the traces of Fan Wenhu clearly, this guy is greedy and lustful, Ping Su Li Jia seems to be in Lin'an, looking at his daughter's face, he doesn't dare to be presumptuous, Jia seems to go to Xiangyang to supervise the war, he is like a loose horse, no one can control it, night and night between the hook and the fence, several popular Oiran in Lin'an City gave him Fan Daguan to wrap up.

"Your Excellency, will you do it all in one fell swoop tonight, or will you just take Fan Wenhu first, and then make overall plans?" In Ming Sanqiu's eyes, brilliance flashed, he was not a person who was willing to be mediocre, and he could personally participate in such a thing, and his heart was already full of turmoil.

Su Liudao: "Are there any other great masters in the palace?" ”

Ming Sanqiu said: "Your Excellency, your subordinates have sneaked into the palace several times, but they have not found anything abnormal, the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty is indeed a faint monarch, he doesn't care about anything, he only orders: hand it over to Jia Xiang." ”

In Ming Sanqiu's words, there was undisguised contempt. In fact, Emperor Song relied on Jia Yidao, on the one hand, he didn't dare to face the reality, he just wanted to enjoy this prosperity in his own world, and the affairs of the court situation, no matter how hard he tried, it was just a bottomless pit. On the other hand, Jia Rudao does have some talents, with this person being a little talented, doing the history of a state's assassination, and a little reluctantly, he sat in the position of prime minister, and it was also a slip of the way and luck all the way, everyone knows that Jia Nidao is greedy for sex and money, and he is dedicated to power, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a traitor.

"Since there is no master to worship, there is only one tail that has not been handled, which is much easier." Su Liu smiled faintly.

Ming Sanqiu didn't know what the tail in Su Liu's mouth was referring to, but he and his uncle Ming Gui had already made countless trips against the sky in their minds, as long as they grasped ~ countless details that might lead to the collapse of the whole world, the fault tolerance rate of failure was minimized.

This night, a drizzle fell.

The raindrops fell on the West Lake, scattering shallow ripples.

Dengxian Tower is on the edge of the West Lake, and it is also the largest hook fence in Lin'an City. The name is also very elegant and easy, meaning that once people enter this building, they will enjoy the joy of ascending to the immortals, and Fan Wenhu is sleeping here tonight.

This guy is now the little overlord of Lin'an City who holds real power, every time he comes out to have fun, he is hugging each other, at least dozens of forbidden army men are guarding with knives, and the ground floor of the immortal building and the main roads everywhere are all

But no matter how vigilant these people are, they can't prevent Su Liu, who took advantage of the moonlight to fall from the sky and quietly sneaked into the Dengxian Tower

The guard guarding the staircase suddenly woke up and shouted, "What man!? ”

Su Liu, who had white hair and white robes, walked in such a night, walking very calmly, until he walked to the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, and when he looked up, he could see the spring all over the room through the thin window paper.

The spring night of the Mandarin Duck Warm Pavilion is short.

From time to time, there were a few slightly contrived laughter in the room, and a man laughed proudly.

The guards outside the door already felt that something was wrong, pressed their hands on the swords, and said to Su Liu: "Who are you and what are you doing?" ”

"He who has come to take your lives."

Su Liu just said coldly, his hands flicked continuously, and his fingers were revealed, like arrows, and the princess scattered flowers ~ out, which had already broken the hearts of several people.

These people didn't even have time to call for help.

But the people inside had already heard the sound and cried out, "Who is it?" ”

Although he was a little vigilant, he couldn't stand being gentle and delicate, and said in a coquettish voice: "Lord Fan, you heard it wrong, who doesn't know that Lord Fan has chartered the Jinse Pavilion of Dengxian Tower, where is there anyone else here." ”

Fan Wenhu nodded thoughtfully, and then hugged the girl ~ and played. In this Lin'an Mansion, if someone really comes to provoke him Fan Commander, he doesn't mind having a fight with the other party, and he also lets the other party know that it is powerful.

But when he watched Su Liu break through the door and kill more than a dozen of his guards with a snap of his fingers, he knew in his heart that all the struggles were meaningless, and it was no more difficult for Su Liu to kill him than to kill an ant. (To be continued.) )