Zheng Yao left Yan's mansion quickly because he had already seen from Yan Song's expression and behavior that the content of the note might be information about the deaths of Yan Shifan and Yan Hao, which was a disguised explanation that Yan Song's actions would be immediately advanced, causing

No, this is the night.

After leaving Yan's Mansion, Zhengyao immediately sent a signal to the south of the city to contact Prince Jing and others.

"I hope Prince Jing and the others have successfully completed their planned plan. Otherwise, at dawn tomorrow, the capital may be filled with blood."

Looking at the missing moon in the sky, Zhengyao muttered to himself with blurred eyes. It seemed that this was a lack of confidence that Zhengyao rarely saw.

After letting out a long sigh of relief, Zhengyao immediately recovered his thoughts.

For Zhengyao, time has become the biggest challenge.

Nowadays, the capital city has basically fallen into the hands of Yan Song. Once Yan Song raises his troops, Zheng Yao can only use the small amount of Jinyi Guards and the guards at the residence of Xu Jie, Zhang Juzheng and others. To compete with Yan Song, it will undoubtedly be an egg against a stone.

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Therefore, what Zheng Yao needs most now is manpower. Even if he can find one more helper, it will still be a threat to Yan Song.

After making up his mind, Zhengyao's first thought was the Han Mansion, so he didn't think about it and went straight to the Han Mansion after sending the signal.

In Yan's mansion, Yan Song's hands had already produced blood stains, and the anger and pain in his heart were self-evident.

Yan Song stayed in place for a full quarter of an hour, but when he saw that the waning moon on the horizon was gradually covered by black clouds, Yan Song finally moved.

"Someone is coming!"

Crushing the yellow note in his hand, Yan Song regained his original anger and pain, and shouted two words coldly.

"exist!"

Soon, a dark figure appeared behind Yan Song, half-kneeling on the ground, lowered his head and answered.

Yan Song did not turn around, but still stood on the same spot. He stared straight ahead, and said in a cold tone: "Give me the order to start all plans at midnight tonight!"

"It's midnight tonight? Sir, are you..."

Obviously Yan Song's words surprised the people behind him. It seemed that Yan Song's move was too sudden.

"Don't say anything, I can't wait any longer!"

"Yes! I will go down and inform you immediately!"

"go."

Yan Song waved his hand gently, but these two words seemed extremely plain and out of place with the previous tone.

"Yes, I am resigning!"

He nodded vigorously, but when he saw the black figure, he immediately stood up, hunched over, and walked quickly out of the door.

After the dark shadow left, the crescent moon hidden by the black clouds gradually emerged again, and the dark night began to get brighter bit by bit.

Yan Song once again looked up at the missing moon hanging in the sky, frowned and murmured to himself: "Jiajing, don't blame me, you forced me to do this!"

After saying that, Yan Song suddenly waved his hand, and a sound like setting off firecrackers suddenly sounded, saying goodbye to Yan Song. The flowerpots filled with various flowers and plants exploded one after another, leaving a mess on the ground.

After receiving Yan Song's order to act immediately, the black shadow quickly left the backyard of Yan's mansion, and then released a total of thirty carrier pigeons in all directions. The speed of the movement showed that he was very professional.

Time passed by minute by second, and unknowingly it had arrived at Xu hour. There were only two hours left before Yan Song's planned Zi hour operation. A chilling and nervous atmosphere gradually spread over the capital.

The night was dark and windy, destined to be a restless night.

At this time in the past, the capital city should have been brightly lit. If not overcrowded, the streets and alleys were at least crowded with pedestrians, and the major shops were bustling with activity. However, on this night, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

There are very few pedestrians on the street. Storefronts and shops on both sides of the street have been closed. Even the stalls by the river are not open. The always bustling night market in Beijing is silent at this moment. The whole capital seems to be turning into a

A lifeless and dead city.

However, the number of guards at each city gate is gradually increasing, and people are arriving at all major government offices, official offices, and all places where guards can be dispatched. Compared with the deserted streets, these places seem to be more lively.

Similarly, all major business houses and gangs are also brightly lit, as if they had received some instructions at the same time, gathering together regardless of time or location.

Zhengyao, who was walking on the street, saw such a disparate situation happening. He didn't need to think too much, and he could guess what happened. However, what he could do now was to race against these people to gain time, and he must be there before these people

Arm yourself to the maximum before taking action, so that you can try your best to gain time.

Zheng Yao knew very well that it was absolutely a fool's dream to completely subvert Yan Song's power by relying on his own strength. The only thing he could do was to delay Yan Song's actions and buy time for Prince Jing Qi Jiguang and others.

In the past, I always felt that the distance from the palace to Han Mansion was not long, and the walking time was only about a quarter of an hour. But now to Zhengyao, it feels like the two points are as far away as thousands of miles apart. Every time

Every step was so laborious, and every meter seemed to take a long time.

Time is passing minute by minute. For people, there is only time if they cannot grasp it.

Zhengyao had no time to pay attention to everything that was happening around him. In his eyes, the only destination was Han Mansion.

Han Mansion.

Finally reaching the gate of Han Mansion, Zhengyao stopped involuntarily.

"To go in or not to go in?"

Suddenly, a contradiction appeared in Zhengyao's mind, which made him hesitant and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

In fact, Zhengyao's worries are not unreasonable. When things come to this, anyone with a discerning eye knows what to do.

It is an indisputable fact that Yan Song's family is the only one in power. The situation in the capital is also very clear now. Yan Song has the upper hand. As a family whose purpose is to do business, interests are naturally the most important.

The Han family is a big family, with hundreds of people, and any decision may lead to the rise or fall of the family.

Although Zhengyao personally has a good relationship with the Han family, and in his own name, if Zhengyao needs help, everyone in the Han family will try their best to help. But this time is different. This time he is facing Yan Song, his opponent.

But the rebels who intend to rebel are the so-called winners and losers. If Yan Song succeeds, all those who stubbornly resist will naturally become rebels in the future, and the end will naturally be self-evident.

Although this matter now concerns the fate of the country, in the final analysis, the people of Han Mansion are still ordinary people, and there is no need to involve them in some matters.

As he thought about it, Zhengyao felt more and more conflicted. He even lowered his head and actually had the intention of retreating.

"Brother Li, you are here, come in quickly, your adoptive father is waiting for you inside!"

Just when Zhengyao was about to leave, the door of the Han Mansion suddenly opened, and then a familiar voice appeared in Zhengyao's ears. Zhengyao subconsciously looked up and saw that the speaker was none other than Zhou.

ice.

"Bingmei."

Zhengyao was obviously at a loss for Zhou Bing's appearance.

"Okay, stop talking so much, go in, the people from Hanji Trading Company are waiting for you!"

Zhou Bing smiled slightly, as if he had already seen through Zhengyao's thoughts.

Zhengyao was speechless: "You said everyone from Hanji Trading Company is waiting for me?"

Hearing this, an inexplicable feeling of guilt arose spontaneously. Perhaps this was the last thing Zhengyao wanted to face.

"Well, go in, you'll know when you go in."

Zhou Bing didn't say anything more, nodded slightly, then took Zhengyao's arm and walked towards the gate of Han Mansion.

Zhengyao was naturally very upset, but that was the end of the matter. After letting out a gentle breath, Zhengyao finally walked resolutely towards the gate of Han Mansion with Zhou Bing's support.

Zhengyao knew very well that once he took this step, he might never be able to look back. Therefore, this step was indeed very heavy for Zhengyao.
Chapter completed!