surnamed Wang

After the emperor announced the opening of the banquet, Wang Yijing kept his head buried in eating. Before leaving the door, Liu Baoqing specially asked not to talk nonsense. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he still obeyed honestly.

When he picked up a piece of venison and put it in his mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a guy next to him secretly messing with something. Turning his head, he found that he knew this guy, and he was one of the men in black who entered the palace together that day.

"If you don't have a good meal, why are you poking around?" Wang Yijing munched on the meat, and asked indistinctly.

The man turned his head and found that it was him, he couldn't help but said with joy: "Commander?"

"I told you I'm not a conductor."

While talking, the young man picked up another golden fried loach. Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly pressed his hand and whispered:

"Eat less."

"I didn't eat your food again."

The middle-aged man looked around, approached and said:

"This meal is too strange."

"What kind of strange method?"

Wang Yijing drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, and did not forget to smack his mouth when he was done. The official frowned slightly when he saw this, and continued:
"Why didn't His Majesty invite us to a banquet in the first place, and he had to wait for a month to remember this?"

Wang Yijing looked at the trembling silver toothpick in his hand, put down the chopsticks and said:
"Don't worry, if His Majesty wants to kill us, there are plenty of ways. Just find a high-sounding excuse to put you and me in prison. Why bother with such a grand banquet? So many ministers were poisoned to death, and if it spread, it would damage his reputation." .”

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the words, and continued:
"Commander, do you think His Majesty will really cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"It's hard to say, this kid is not as capable as his old lady, but in terms of viciousness, I'm afraid it's even worse. I advise you to get out as soon as possible, and don't be fooled by the glory and wealth."

After Wang Yijing finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at the young emperor. He didn't want the other party to stare at him for an unknown period of time. The two looked at each other, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhaoqi's mouth.

Wang Yijing's heart skipped a beat, she looked away and said to herself:
"Damn it, why does this grandson watch me if he doesn't eat well? He shouldn't have any special hobbies."

When he raised his head again, the emperor had already left his seat and was walking towards this place slowly. The officials along the way saw this and wanted to get up, but he raised his hand and pushed him back.

"I've been busy with things these days, and I haven't thanked Knight Wang properly yet, so I'll take this opportunity to toast you." The young emperor raised his glass with sincerity.

Wang Yijing glanced at the sweating official next to him, stood up and said:

"Your Majesty is serious. People in the Jianghu should take it as their duty to save the common people. According to the common people, His Majesty will be a good emperor, so they help."

"No matter what, I want to thank you."

The emperor passed the glass forward again, Wang Yijing did not shirk, picked up his wine glass and touched the other party lightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

The emperor and his ministers had a good time, and the eighteen-year-old emperor said calmly:
"Dear dears, eat and drink well. I'm overwhelmed with alcohol, so I'll go back and rest first."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

After the emperor left, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot. No matter the Jianghu people or the Jing guards, they all took out the posture of martial arts, and exchanged wine glasses for sea bowls, and they were about to compete at the wine table.

Wang Yijing was a little puzzled at the moment, what did the little emperor want to do with a hammer here and there, could it be a simple banquet?

……

After the banquet, the young man burped out of the palace while picking his teeth with a toothpick. A figure outside the palace squatted at the foot of the wall. When he saw the man coming out, he hurriedly got up and said:
"Are you OK?"

"It's just a meal, what can you do, little doctor, why are you here?"

"Second Young Master said that you might be in danger, so he specially asked me to take care of you."

"If I knew you were coming, I would have brought you something to eat. The grilled lamb chops in the palace are the best. Not only are they fat and thin, but they are also sprinkled with a Western spice, which is called a fragrance."

Wang Yijing's face was full of aftertaste, and it really didn't look like something was wrong. Li Ning'er was relieved, looked at his worthless appearance, and sighed:
"Go back earlier, don't let the second son worry."

"it is good."

The two of them walked towards Liu's mansion under the moonlight. Behind them, out of sight, a group of black clothes rushed into the alley with steel knives in hand.

The lonely man and the widow were walking on the quiet street, their footsteps echoed all around, and both of them remained silent. After a long time, the woman suddenly asked:
"Who is Chu Yan?"

"Where did you hear that name?"

"I……"

The woman didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Could it be possible to eavesdrop next to me while I'm asleep?"

The young man looks drunk and hazy, and his heart is like a mirror.

The woman's face immediately turned crimson, but she didn't say anything to refute. Wang Yijing didn't continue to tease her, and folded her hands behind her head and said:

"You may not believe me, but I met Chu Yan when I was eight or nine years old. She has a gentle personality and beautiful eyes. At that time, I made up my mind not to marry her."

"Why didn't you end up together?"

"She's dead."

The young man sighed, and the woman lowered her eyes, not knowing how to comfort her. At this moment, Wang Yijing suddenly grabbed her, and there was the sound of rubble trampling on the roofs on both sides, and four or five black shadows Falling from the sky, the shining steel knife is very dazzling under the moonlight.

……

In the palace, the young emperor looked up at the sky, and an old Taoist man in a purple Taoist robe stood beside him.

"Daoist Zhou, are you sure that this person won't be able to display supernatural powers for a while?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, what Pindao uses is the alchemy handed down by the patriarch, which can make all evil cultivators lose their supernatural powers for a short time, unless he is a fairy or has a decent background."

"According to what the Taoist priest said, practitioners, no matter how they explain the Tao, are not allowed to participate in the mortal battles, otherwise they will be entangled in karma. He changed the general situation of the world in one fell swoop that day, even if he is upright, he is still against the law of heaven."

The old man nodded, hesitated a little and said:

"Your Majesty, pardon me for my poor eyesight. Until now, I still can't see what kind of Tao he has cultivated. No matter how you look at it, that young man is an ordinary martial artist."

Wang Zhaoqi shook his head, "At first I thought so too, until that night when I saw him waving his hands casually, all the guards fainted, and he flew over the imperial city with a big living person, these are not things that a warrior can do. "

The old Taoist was silent when he heard the words. He had never seen this kind of situation before. Could it be that the other party is really a fairy descended from the earth, or is it some demon who has obtained Taoism from deep mountains and old forests?
……

The moonlight was gradually shrouded by dark clouds, and the capital was completely dark. The streets where the guards of the capital used to patrol back and forth were extremely quiet tonight, and the sound of weapons colliding and slashing could be heard from time to time in some places.

The common people closed the door tightly and dared not to be troublesome, but fortunately, the movement calmed down quickly. When they cautiously moved to the crack of the door to observe, there was still half a figure, and only puddles of blood remained on the ground.

Not long after, Jing Huwei, who had disappeared without a trace, came with a torch in his hand. Several buckets of cold water were poured over, and the remaining blood was washed away. It was as if nothing had happened.

The battle lasted longest was on the west side. A man and a woman managed to sustain the siege of six big men in black. The man was wounded and held the steel knife he had snatched to protect the woman firmly behind him. He said to the man in black:
"Didn't I just take your toothpick and chase after you to death?"

"Wang Xiashi, when death is imminent, I am not afraid to tell you that it is His Majesty who wants to kill you."

The person who opened the mouth folded the towel, and it was the middle-aged man sitting beside him during the banquet.

... (end of this chapter)