At the same time, a horse outside the city was galloping towards the city, and pedestrians on the road avoided it. When the horse ran to the gate of the city, he did not slow down at all, and just as the guards of the city intercepted it, the man on horseback took out a token from his bosom, a golden token, dazzling in the sun.

The guards respectfully retreated, and at the same time helped evacuate the people at the door.

The horse quickly passed through the city gate and headed all the way to the inner city, and soon a horse stopped at the gate of King Jin. The man on horseback turned over and dismounted, dressed in a military uniform, handsome and faceless, full of cold color.

The people strode towards the Jin Palace, and the guards guarding the door immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"Who are you?"

The pace of the person who came did not stop, and he directly ran into the two guards, and the two guards said that they were directly knocked out by a dark force. I only heard an 'oops', and the two of them fell to the ground heavily.

The man didn't look back, and walked into the house.

Along the way, they encountered slaves, and avoided them, watching the murderous people leave in front of their eyes.

Bei Lin just stepped into the hall, and after hearing that someone was making trouble, the steward hurried over, and when he saw the people standing in the hall, his heart sank, and his face was full of smiles.

"General Yunlu." The steward greeted him with a flattering face.

Bei Lin's sharp eyes looked at him, "Let Tang Jingyu get out!" ”

This roar startled a group of slaves and maidservants inside and outside the house.

The maids and servants outside the house all knew the identity of the visitor, and they all looked good and surprised.

"He is the young general Beilin."

"He actually returned to Beijing."

"I heard that Beilin and the princess have a good relationship. When the princess went, she must have come to find trouble with the prince. ”

"Shhh

A group of subordinates gathered outside the hall, whispering.

When Beilin came in, there were already small servants who hurriedly ran to the inner courtyard to invite Tang Jingyu, the king of Jin.

At this time, Tang Jingyu was painting, and the woman he painted was naturally Gu Pianran, a person he couldn't ask for. A little guy hurriedly ran in, Tang Jingyu frowned slightly, and looked at him unhappily.

"What's so flustered?"

"Lord Wang, General Yunlu is here."

Tang Jingyu's hand moved, and the pen he was holding was gently put down, and he said to the little guy: "The painting on the table is good and put it away." ”

"Yes."

The little servant watched him leave.

The butler in the hall smiled, and no matter what he said, his face was always gloomy.

"Brother North." When Tang Jingyu stepped into the hall, his face changed to a smile.

However, it was Beilin's sharp eyes that collided head-on.

As soon as Tang Jingyu stepped forward, Bei Lin punched directly towards his face. Tang Jingyu was defenseless, and took a solid punch.

When he threw the second punch, Tang Jingyu came back to his senses and blocked it.

Suddenly, the two of them fought in the hall. Tang Jingyu's skills are good at all the sons and brothers in the capital, and he rarely encounters opponents, but he met Beilin, who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and has been pressed and beaten by Beilin.

At this time, his face and body were injured by his fists and feet.

With a 'bang', Tang Jingyu was bombarded and flew to the chair, and fell down with the chair.

The steward stood in front of Tang Jingyu at this time, and looked at the killing god with a bitter face, "General Yunlu, stop fighting." If you fight again, you will die. ”

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