The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Chapter 229 Eastern Tour - Palace Change (5)

Kuai Che has already made arrangements, and dry food and horses are waiting outside the city.

Li Ziwei, who was in charge of the reception, paced anxiously in his residence, looking outside from time to time, secretly praying in his heart that Meng Yi could return safely.

Meng Yi hurried back to his residence with Meng Xin, Yang Fan, Han Cheng and others.

As soon as he entered the room, Meng Yi asked, "Ziwei, how is the situation?"

Li Ziwei hurried forward and said in a low voice, "Mr. Kuai Che is already outside the city, ready to join us when we leave."

Meng Yi nodded, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, "Okay, let's set off immediately!"

Everyone packed up and prepared to leave the city.

However, at this moment, a loud sound of horse hooves was heard.

Tu You led a group of people to surround this place.

Tu You dismounted and stood firmly on the ground. He turned to Zhao Ping and said, "You lead the others in to check things out first. I will stay here to support the battle."

Zhao Ping's heart tightened. He wanted to refuse, but when he met Tu You's cold gaze, he couldn't help but shudder. He quickly bowed and said, "As you command."

Zhao Ping turned around and slowly walked into the gate with a few people. His steps were heavy, as if every step was filled with unknown danger.

"Damn it, isn't this asking me to die? I must report this to Lord Zhao Gao when I get back. Damn it!" Zhao Ping muttered to himself as he walked. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of resentment.

Tu You sat upright on his horse, his eyes never leaving Zhao Ping's back.

When Zhao Ping's figure disappeared inside the door, he made a light "Pooh" sound and spat in the direction Zhao Ping left.

When Zhao Ben was cleaning up the imperial guards last night, Zhao Ping mercilessly killed many of their brothers, which made Tu You full of dissatisfaction and anger. He knew that Zhao Ping did this to please Zhao Gao, but he could not tolerate such cruel behavior.

After a while, the sounds of weapons clashing, shouts of killing, and pleas for mercy were heard in the yard.

At this time, Zhao Ping ran out in a panic, covered in wounds, shouting: "General Tu, the traitor Meng Yi and more than a dozen others are inside. All my guards are dead. General Tu, you must avenge them!"

Tu You's face sterned, a subtle cunning flickering in his eyes. He said aloud, "Oh? Zhao Ping and his troops fought bravely, but unfortunately were beheaded by the enemy. They died a heroic death. This general will report the truth and request a dignified burial for them."

Zhao Ping's eyes widened as he stared at Tu You in disbelief. He said in a trembling voice, "General Tu, you...what do you mean?"

Tu You sneered and said disdainfully: "Humph, you idiot!"

After saying this, he raised the big knife in his hand and chopped towards Zhao Ping without hesitation. Zhao Ping tried to dodge, but he was seriously injured and had no strength to resist.

With a flick of the knife, Zhao Ping's head and body were split in two in front of his surprised eyes.

Tu You continued to shout, "Brothers, the bandits have suffered heavy losses and have now fled. Follow me, General, and chase them!"

All those present were Tu You's personal guards, and they shouted in unison: "Chase! Kill!" The sound was deafening, as if it was going to overturn the entire courtyard gate.

Tu You then led everyone in another direction. Before leaving, he walked to Zhao Ping's body and spat at him, as if expressing his contempt and disgust for Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping's blood dyed the ground red, his eyes were still wide open, as if telling of his unwillingness and injustice.

Tu You and his personal guards disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only a dead silent yard.

Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other with puzzled expressions. They stood quietly, swords in hand, waiting for Tu You and his men to rush in.

Li Ziwei climbed over the wall and stuck his head out, carefully looking around, then quickly walked up to Meng Yi and reported: "General, it seems that everyone has left, and Zhao Ping has been beheaded." There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his voice.

Meng Xin frowned and asked in confusion: "General, what does Tu You mean? He lets us go? But Zhao Ping deserves to die." His tone was full of confusion and dissatisfaction.

Meng Yi pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Okay, maybe there's something else going on here. Let's pack up and leave the city after dark."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At night, they quickly split up into small groups and ran cautiously towards the city gate.

Finally, they came to a low section of the city wall.

"Hurry! Get out of the city!" Meng Yi shouted in a low voice. Everyone quickened their pace, climbed over the city wall, and disappeared into the night.

After Meng Yi and Kuai Che reunited, they took a short rest.

Meng Yi looked at Li Ziwei and said in a deep voice, "Ziwei, the situation is urgent. You must disperse these hundreds of brothers and break them up into smaller groups. Continue to hide. Do not act rashly."

Li Ziwei clasped his fists and accepted the order, then turned around and quickly arranged everyone.

After everything was arranged, Meng Yi took a look at the dark Shaqiu City and the brightly lit palace, then led the rest of the people to mount their horses, raised their whips, and the sound of horse hooves was like thunder.

The group rushed towards Xianyang like an arrow.

At the same time, Zhao Gao on the other side was extremely angry.

When he heard the news of Zhao Ping's death, he felt a surge of rage rushing to his head, instantly burning his eyes red. His originally narrow eyes now widened wide, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets; his face flushed crimson from the surge of blood, like an enraged beast.

Zhao Gao paced back and forth in the room anxiously, cursing non-stop: "Tu You, Tu You! He deserves death!"

Zhao Ben, who was standing by, saw this and quickly stepped forward to offer words of comfort, "Brother, please don't be so angry. Although Zhao Ping is dead, the situation is dire. We can't touch Tu You for the time being!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gao stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth, but he also knew in his heart that what Zhao Ben said made sense.

Zhao Gao stopped and his eyes fell on a vase on the table. He grabbed the vase and smashed it hard to the ground. With a loud bang, the vase shattered instantly, and the fragments flew everywhere.

He turned his gaze to a painting on the wall, reached out and tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the corner.

Na Tuyou holds the position of Langzhongling, and has a large number of troops under his command. Currently, most of the imperial guards are under his command.

What's more, Tu You is one of the few generals in his camp. If he completely turns against him at this critical moment, it will probably bring many adverse effects to the cause he has worked so hard to build.

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao suppressed his anger and slowly sat back in his chair, his face gloomy as he fell into deep thought...

At this time, Zhao Gao was filled with anger and helplessness. He secretly made up his mind that one day, he would make Tu You pay the price for his actions.