Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 728 Oh, beautiful princess, you have suffered
Green Ant ignored her provocation, lifted up the Suzhou embroidered curtain at the back of the carriage, and looked out at the distance at the carriage of Prince Beiliang that had just entered the city, as if thinking about something.

"stop."

At this time, Chu Pingsheng patted the back of the coachman who was hired at a high price in Qinghu City, and the carriage stopped: "Why don't you go quickly?"

Wang Chudong was stunned for a few breaths before he realized that he was talking to him: "What?"

"I'm afraid you'll dirty my car."

Her face flushed.

"I'll go with her."

Green Ant quickly helped Miss Wang up, lifted the brocade door curtain, and got out of the car.

Huanggua held her cheek with her hand and looked at her master with a smile, while Chu Pingsheng frowned and glanced at her.

"Sir, you observe very carefully. I thought you really didn't care about her at all. After all, she is a woman who has slept with you."

Chu Pingsheng glared at the outspoken guy fiercely and said, "If you keep saying such sarcastic things, I'll be the one warming the bed next time."

Cucumber was overjoyed: "When?"

……

At the same time, in the southeast of Xiangfan City, Prince Jing'an's Palace.

Zhao Heng, wearing a yellow robe and holding a beeswax Buddhist rosary, was still sitting cross-legged on the short couch, his eyes half-closed, his lips moving, concentrating on silently reciting the "Buddha's Ten Kings Sutra", reciting the names of the Ten Kings of Hell over and over again. On the red carpet on the other side of the table sat a beautiful woman, about thirty years old, with a rosy skirt and a moon-shaped pendant, and a peach and lotus root in ice, a real beauty in the world.

She washed the bowls with her delicate hands, rolled up her silk sleeves, and slowly poured water into the octagonal bronze tripod in front of the ebony tea tray, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the prince who was concentrating on chanting sutras. She then picked up a bamboo clip, picked up a small bunch of Meiwu Longjing tea, filled the tea spoon with fine wood texture and a light matte finish, slowly put the lid on the bowl, poured slightly cooled boiling water along the edge, stopped when it was eight-tenths full, and then put the lid on the cup to let it steep. Her movements were skillful, unhurried, light and elegant, and she had great craftsmanship.

"...They all bowed their heads, said goodbye and left."

Zhao Heng exhaled the foul air in his chest, slowly opened his eyes, and placed the beeswax Buddhist beads on the table next to him. The sleeves of his dragon robe brushed the corners, making a slight swish sound. Pei Nanwei exerted force on her knees, straightened her waist, held the cup with her bare hands, lightly lifted the lid of the bowl with her jade fingers, and poured the liquid into the bright yellow small cup on her right hand. Then she stood up with the cup in her hand, walked to Zhao Heng and offered it with both hands.

Prince Jing'an took it expressionlessly, put one hand to his lips, took a sip of tea, and his eyes lit up and he looked much more energetic.

"Father."

At this time, Zhao Xun's voice was heard outside the door.

Zhao Heng put the unfinished teacup back into Pei Nanwei's hands. She hurried back to the table, put down the cup, knelt down, and greeted him with a serious look.

"Enter."

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhao Xun, wearing armor, walked in quickly. He glanced at his stepmother who was kneeling with her head bowed, and stared at the pair of light yellow round-toed shoes embroidered with green silk for a few more seconds, until Zhao Heng showed displeasure, snorted softly, then woke up, and reluctantly moved his eyes away from the short couch.

"Father, Lin Qing's carriage has entered the city."

Zhao Heng nodded with his eyelids drooping: "I understand."

"Father, why aren't you worried at all?" Zhao Xun couldn't understand. Although there were many mountains and forests from Qinghu City to Xiangfan City, there were still some flat roads where cavalry units could be deployed. If they could send troops to fight, it would be a good idea.

"Is it useful to worry? Can we abandon the city and escape?"

Now the country is at peace, and all regions are stable. If the dignified Prince Jing'an was scared away from Qingzhou by a Lin Tanhua, how could he save his reputation and gain a foothold in the court in the future if this matter were to spread? Zhao Chun would never allow him to do this.

"Didn't I warn you not to act rashly? What happened? Nearly half of the Qingzhou navy was lost. You have brought shame to me, Zhao Heng."

Zhao Xun was still unconvinced: "Father, I did as you said and only blocked the waters and did not attack the island. It was clearly Lin Qing who was looking for trouble and breaking my navy's defense line. If Bei Liang had not provided false information and ignored the existence of the big eagle, how could we have fallen into such a passive situation? Father, if you want to blame someone, you should blame Xu Xiao. Report him severely." Zhao Heng silently chanted "Amitabha" and suppressed his anger.

"Do you know why I have been sitting still?"

Zhao Xun shook his head.

"Song Nianqing of the Dongyue Sword Pond has come out of retreat in advance and rushed to Qingzhou on the order of the emperor. I wanted to wait for him to arrive at Chunshen Lake before attacking the island. If we win, the Qingzhou navy will have made an indelible contribution. If we lose, even the Sword Pond Grandmaster will be no match for Lin Qing. Alas!"

Zhao Xun still didn't know he was wrong, and only blamed Zhao Heng for hiding Song Nianqing's itinerary. "Father, if you had told me earlier... wait, father didn't send cavalry to snipe Lin Qing, didn't strengthen the guard, and left all four gates open, waiting for the enemy to come. Could it be that Song Nianqing has already arrived at the palace?"

Zhao Heng didn't say anything.

Zhao Xun was overjoyed. Dongyue Sword Pool and Wu Family Sword Tomb were the two major swordsman holy places of the Liyang Dynasty. Even though the former was slightly weaker than the latter, the sect leader Song Nianqing had the cultivation level of the Great Celestial Realm. In terms of swordsmanship, he was only inferior to Li Chungang, Sui Xiegu and the ancestor of the Wu family in their peak period.

There was the help of the sword master Song Nianqing, plus the eleventh king in the world Mingyin, the master of the Shenjian Cave Mi Fengjie, and Zhao Kai who returned with all the Fujia Hongjiang. He didn't know what trump cards Wang Mingyin and Mi Fengjie had, and the details of the Fujia Hongjiang. Once Zhao Kai drank with him and mentioned that the five Fujia Hongjiang belonged to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Among them, the four puppets of wood, water, fire and earth were masters of the Vajra Realm, and the gold-armored red general was a master of the celestial realm. No matter how strong Lin Qing was, could he beat so many people together?

"Okay, you go down first and follow the original plan."

"The original plan? Father, now that Song Nianqing is here, is it still necessary to do this?"

"Xun'er, do you know what your biggest weakness is? Arrogance! Do you want to suffer the loss in the battle of Spring God Lake again? When you encounter a problem, listen more and watch more, and take action only when you are absolutely sure."

"understood."

Zhao Xun glanced at Pei Nanwei, the Princess of Jing'an, whose whole body was as tense as a piece of wood, and left the quiet room with a sour look on his face. It was rare for a father and a son to fight over a woman, but it happened to him. They saw each other every day, and he couldn't sleep every night. Who could he talk to about the feeling and the melancholy?

How could Zhao Heng not know his son's thoughts? Then he glanced at this woman of suspicious identity and unknown purpose, and said tea, asking her to make a clean cup and brew it again.

Just like what was said just now, Zhao Xun's problem is arrogance. Arrogant people generally don't listen to advice. He married Pei Nanwei just to keep a close eye on her and prevent her from leading her son by the nose.

……

The robbed luxury car of Prince Beiliang paused for a while in the street of Xiangfan and continued to move forward. Many passers-by looked at it, but did not think much about it. They just thought it was a young man returning home from an outing. They did not connect it with Lin Tanhua who burned half of the Qingzhou navy. In fantasy, he should be more majestic, riding on a fire unicorn, holding a tasseled dragon-bearing spear, stepping on a flying eagle, carrying a Netherworld Greatsword on his back, etc., which is in line with the character of a demon.

The carriage stopped safely in front of the Jing'an Palace. The long road paved with bluestone slabs was very clean. The palace gate with nine vertical and seven horizontal golden nails was also very clean. There were no guards. Only the yellow lanterns with the word "Jing'an" written on the left and right of the big red pillars swayed gently in the wind, like someone waving.

Huanggua was the first to pull Xu Weixiong, with his hair disheveled and scratches on his neck, out from the rear carriage and went to the front carriage to dismount. Then he invited his master out, got off the carriage, climbed the steps, and walked towards the palace with its gate wide open. Green Ant gave Huanggua a few instructions and quickly followed. The master and servant turned around the screen wall with a relief sculpture of two dragons playing with a pearl inlaid with a fist-sized night pearl, and entered the spacious front yard, with bell and drum towers on the left and right, and pine and cypress trees complementing each other.

There were no guards on duty at the door. All of them gathered in the front yard, not to guard against the uninvited scholar who had entered the imperial examination. On the straight road two meters wide, there were five rows of people kneeling. There were dozens of people, both men and women, all wearing prison uniforms, tied up, and their mouths stuffed with cloth. The fully armed palace guards were staring at each person, with swords in their hands that were cold and infuriating.

Green Ant recognized at a glance that the young man standing in the front row alongside the middle-aged man with the hooked nose was the prince's follower, the featherless general Wei Wei, who shot arrows at civilian ships during the naval battle. He was looking at them with a complicated look, full of resentment, anger, regret, unwillingness... and many other emotions.

He whimpered, as if he was filled with endless resentment. He wanted to complain or curse, but with a cloth ball blocking his mouth and guards pressing on his shoulders, he could hardly move or speak. Green Ant had thought that when King Jing'an opened the door to welcome guests, he would do something to express his sincerity, but he had never thought that the scene would be so grand. He was afraid that the whole family of Wei Zhao, the commander of the Qingzhou Navy, would be captured and brought to the palace.

Zhao Xun, the prince of Jing'an, was wearing a golden crown and a wide belt. He stood in front of the second palace gate. His face showed no enthusiasm for welcoming guests, nor did he show reluctance to betray the men who saved his life. He looked at Chu Pingsheng and said, "In order to gain fame, Wei Zhao, the commander-in-chief of the Qingzhou Navy, falsely passed on my father's order to attack Laoshan Island. I tried my best to stop him that day, but the thief Wei Wei kidnapped me and forced the navy officers and soldiers to attack. Such an evil act cannot be corrected without killing, nor can it calm the anger of the people. Left and right, act!"

The palace guards raised their swords and chopped down, and with a swish, swish, heads were separated from bodies. Dozens of people in the Wei family died quickly and cleanly, without even leaving a last word. Blood flowed on the ground, merged into the drainage ditch covered with a layer of green moss, and gurgled away.

"I said there's no need to chase him. One, I don't have to do it, and two, the monk can escape but the temple cannot."

Chu Pingsheng looked ahead and saw that he had spoken disrespectfully. The Prince of Jing'an, who was slightly angry, said, "We killed dozens of people in the front yard of the palace. It's not enough to just wash away the blood. I heard that Prince Jing'an is a Buddhist. We need to find some monks to pray for his soul to be reborn."

Green Ant smiled and said no, that time Wang Mingyang defended the city, 200,000 people died, the whole Xiangfan became a ghost town, resentment was overwhelming, ghosts lingered, after the war, the head of Longhu Mountain, Tianshi, was ordered to erect a monument and open an altar, inviting the gods of heaven and earth to hold the Luotian Grand Diversion, with more than 30,000 ranks, and finally converted the ghosts in the city. Now, the Prince of Jing'an has only killed less than a hundred people, just a drizzle, just a little water.

She also suggested that next time Zhao Xun did such a thing, he should not kill the whole family, but nine clans, because that was what Beiliang King Xu Xiao did to his adopted sons. Zhao Xun was so angry that his teeth were itching. Since when did a maid have the right to be so weird in front of him? Fortunately, he remembered Zhao Heng's warning, and finally swallowed his anger, endured the humiliation, and led the two to Mu Shantang.

(End of this chapter)