The rumbling salute sounded, and the sound of shocking cannons sounded around the square. The crowd was silent in an instant. Suddenly, the palace gate opened wide, and the bright red bronze gate first exposed a gap, and gradually opened, and finally revealed a wide door hole. On the palace city tower, a third-rank ritual official showed his body from the gap between the female wall with the imperial edict. He shouted with great enthusiasm: "His Majesty the Great Ren and Great Intelligence Emperor Yongshou left the palace city and the people, and the ministers, soldiers, civilians and the people knelt down to greet and thank the heavens for their kindness!"

Under the moonlight of Minglun Haojie, countless armor friction sounds made a crack. The soldiers half-kneeled towards the dark city cave, holding the spear in their right hand and supporting the ground with their left hand, shouting in unison: "God bless Daren Dazhi Shenwu Yongshou Dasheng Daming Emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!" Countless people knelt down like a tide.

The drum music sounded, and in the vocal music, hundreds of guards with fish suits and swords came out first, surrounding the city gate like an iron barrel. Under the siege, dozens of soldiers garrisoned and listened to the joyful laughter from the distance. One of the soldiers holding crossbows muttered and cursed a few words of unluckyness, and actually hit the day of August 15. The other soldiers nodded, and their eyes looked to the direction of the imperial city were very hot. There were too few emperors who had personally left the palace city to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the people. This scene must be very grand. The soldiers who were guarding the palace city were of course lucky, and they only suffered from these guards. Today is a big festival, so the shipyard was shut down early. It was pitch black inside, and only dozens of torches were lit at the factory gate to shine brightly.

The gate of the shipyard leads directly to the dock. In the alley of this street, hundreds of men in black masks had picked up sword spears. At this time, the alley of Haidu City was empty, which gave them the opportunity to hide. Mr. Huo kept listening to the abnormal movements from the direction of the imperial city. After confirming that the celebration of the imperial city was held as scheduled, his right hand was holding the sword and the earth hand tightened. Behind him was Zhao Sanxi, the branch of the Tiandihuihui and the Haidu City. Mr. Huo had a wide connection in the Tiandihuihui and was highly respected. He brought hundreds of stakes over this trip. Therefore, Master Zhao had become a flower stand.

Master Zhao looked at the deep street outside the alley. Mr. Huo was drunk in Haidu these days. Although he was dissatisfied, he did not dare to show it. He was not idle in secret. He did not work hard to win over the old brothers in Haidu these days. But who knew that Master Zhao became a hundred households of Jinyiwei in the North Town Fushi several hours ago. Master Zhao sneered in his heart. The Jinyiwei waist tag hiding close to his body was covered with heat on his chest. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Huo, and then moved to another place.

No poison is not a husband, but a small person is not a gentleman. Zhao Duozhu was originally a well-known man in the Green Forest of Fujian. Later, he joined the Zheng Navy and became the main member of the Tiandihui. In the past few years, he has made a lot of contributions to the Tiandihui. Who among the branches in Nanyang does not know that Zhao Sanduo is a capable man. Under these auras of glory, no one noticed that he was thrilling ambitions hidden under the light.

Since the branch dived into the capital of Haidu, Zhao Sanxi has worked diligently and worked hard, but he soon discovered that this place is different from other places. Not to mention developing a congregation, it is extremely difficult to even spy on some information. Zhao Sanxi worked here for half a year. However, although there are millions of soldiers in his heart, he can't make waves here. The basis for the survival of the world is mostly composed of idle unemployed vagrants, small handicraftsmen, and small vendors. The biggest feature of these people is that they have plenty of time and have enough time to be idle. And in the Haidu, where the security is tight

Most people are workshop workers. They go to workshops during the day and come back to rest at night. They don’t have time to pay attention to the world and earth. Small vendors and handicraftsmen are doing business here, and they don’t have the time to go to any world and earth to make trouble. Besides, the public security in Haidu is very good. It is impossible for the world and earth to blackmail vendors to get money. You must know that not only patrolling Ming troops in the whole city are secretly covered with secret stakes of the Jinyiwei from the North Town Fushi. Don’t mean that they blatantly go to blackmail, but they are usually cautious when they go on the streets for fear of being discovered by others.

Zhao Sanxi, who was assigned to the helm here, could only do anything. He was originally a figure in the Tiandihui. Over the past six months, he felt that the helm was becoming more and more distant to him. Now that he sent Mr. Huo, he felt that the helm had lost trust in him.

After weighing the trade-offs, Zhao Sanxi finally made up his mind that if he didn't stay here, he would stay. Since this is the case, a perfect plan emerged in his mind. He first instigated Mr. Huo to attack the shipyard, and rumors of assassination of Xinshidi were rumored to make the matter bigger, the better. There was no other reason. He needed capital to serve. Since he was determined to leave the world and turn to Xinshidi, he needed to put in enough capital.

Revealing a shocking conspiracy is capital. Although this conspiracy was decided by Zhao Sanxi inducing Mr. Huo, who would know? At that time, the divisions of the world and the sea will be beaten up in one fell swoop, and everyone will be killed and silenced.

With the capital, on the afternoon of August 15th, he used the excuse of going out to the street to investigate the situation. He rushed to the Beizhen Fushi Office and reported to the commander of the Beizhen Fushi Office in pain. At this time, Hu Yan had just returned from the palace. The emperor meant that the celebration was held as scheduled. When he heard the Tiandihui leader's letter, he was immediately overjoyed. Although the emperor had guessed that the thief had other plans, he really didn't know which place the opponent was planning. With Zhao Sanxi's place to serve, everything was much easier. Hu Yan hurriedly entered the palace to meet him. Zhao Sanxi also became the hereditary household of the Jinyiwei.

A small person, a Zhao Sanxi, was directed by him. The two anti-Qing groups had their first collision.

Mr. Huo did not notice that Zhao Sanxi was strange behind him. His turbid eyes kept observing the abnormality on the street. More than 300 brothers from heaven and earth were scattered around the corners of the streets and alleys. Blue veins appeared from his hand holding the knife. He looked back at Zhao Sanxi, who was ulterior motives and whispered: "Zhao Master. How are we doing now?"

Zhao Sanxi looked at the sky and nodded: "Zhao is right for Mr. Huo."

Mr. Huo pointed his sword at the sky and shouted: "Brothers, kill me!"

Countless figures rushed out of the streets and alleys and rushed towards the gate of the shipyard at the end of the street. Under the moonlight, the sword and spear are like a forest. The coldness is forcing people!

"Long live my emperor, long live my emperor, long live my emperor..." With countless people's longings, Zhu Jun, with the crown of the emperor, came late. He rode a tall horse, with civil and military officials behind him, with black winged hats and followed them out for the left and right rows. The officials of the Ministry of Rites on the city tower sang loudly, covering up all the hustle and bustle: "The emperor has an order to inherit the emperor's edict by heaven and emperor: I will continue the great rule of the wise ancestors, promote the remaining aspirations of the ancestors, and want to renew everything, but the strength cannot help the country and spread all directions. However, I have heard that the ancient wise kings and the people can enjoy themselves. Today is the time of the full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival. I want to imitate Yao and Shun...... I admire this."

Under the moonlit night, Zhu Jun climbed up to the high platform adjacent to the palace wall in the lingering sound, standing on the ten-meter high platform, only seeing countless people gathering at his feet, under the bright lights, silently in the empty square. Only the voices of officials from the Ministry of Rites echoed on the palace wall for a long time.

"Long live my emperor!" The word "Hang Chang" came from the throats of officials of the Ministry of Rites. Some people kowtowed and thanked me like waves under the high platform, and then they stood up sparsely.

The platform can only accommodate a desk and a chair, and there are support rods laid with bright yellow curtains everywhere. The desk is already filled with fine wine and delicacies. Zhu Jun raised his full glass and prayed loudly to the full moon: "The first glass of wine, I offer to the ancestors of heaven and earth. May God bless my country's prosperity and the people's health."

People raised their heads and looked at Zhu Jun's right hand in the air, which was reflected by the full moon. They only saw his hand trembling slightly and the mouth of the cup slanted. Under the moonlight, a stream of Qiong Yao jade liquid poured out from the mouth of the cup.

Zhu Jun filled the second glass of wine alone and still prayed to the moon: "The second glass of wine, I respect the ancestors and heroes, and I wish God to protect the Ming Dynasty forever, the heroic souls will last forever, and the soldiers will be safe."

Another cup of jade liquid poured from the high platform under the moonlight, and people's voices finally burst out: "God blesses my Ming Dynasty and the prosperity of the people, and may the heroic souls last forever and the soldiers be safe!"

With the ritual officer saying, "The celebration begins." Then dozens of salutes suddenly sounded, vibrating everyone's eardrums, and then various styles of Kongming lanterns rose into the sky, and the show was on the stages...

Hundreds of black shadows rushed from the end of the street. Mr. Huo rushed to the front. When he arrived at the factory gate, the guards here saw the sound of the wind and had already closed the door and were on guard. Someone shouted in the shipyard: "Are you not afraid of the king's law? You dare to rush into the military important place without authorization." Mr. Huo smiled grimly: "Wang Fa? Bah! When Xinshi steals the throne, is there a king's law? Brothers, set up a ladder!"

The outer wall of the shipyard was high walls, and the gate was made of bronze and even heavy. Therefore, Mr. Huo had already prepared dozens of long ladders. After a shout, the men in black in front avoided each other and gave way to a dozen men in black carrying long ladders. At this time, the lights of the shipyard suddenly lit up, and countless fires were burning gas on the wall. The wall was filled with Ming troops with crossbows and guns. The thick bronze gate was creaking and opened, and a burst of rapid horse hooves were faintly heard inside the shipyard.

"Mr. Huo, I have been waiting for a long time." The voice of a young general made Mr. Huo feel chill. He turned his ears and heard a burst of shouts of killing from the streets and alleys behind him. It turned out that there were also a group of people behind them.

"Brothers, we're fooled, huh!" Mr. Huo shouted in anger. Before the blacks could react, the young general's voice was also heard from his solemn voice: "Kill! No one left!"

Bang bang bang bang... The sound of fire guns in hundreds of gates erupted together, accompanied by arrows like locusts pouring out, and men in black were knocked to the ground. At this time, the gate of the shipyard suddenly opened, and hundreds of fast horses carrying knights carrying sabers roared out. The middle-aged general in charge of the head kicked the stirrups tightly, and glanced at the young general on the city wall from the corner of his eyes and shouted: "Commander Mu, let's leave this here for us to clean up."

"I'm sorry to Commander Zhang." The young general smiled. He looked confidently and obviously did not take the man in black outside the shipyard seriously.
Chapter completed!