It only took a few moments for the female Assassin, like a porcelain figure smashed to the ground, to be lifted up by an almost invisible force, and several spins in the air half a man above the ground—the movements of the spins were not graceful, but as stiff as a piece of stake being held in the palm of someone's hand—and the female Assassin's body was like a spinning top thrown sideways into the air, and then whipped by several whips.

By the time she was smashed to the ground again by the force of the four tiny strings, her otherwise soft body was as straight and stiff as a stake. Dozens of silk strings were crisscrossed and wound around her body, like a half-knotted silkworm cocoon.

She lay on the ground, not even the slightest strength to look up.

She was in pain as if she was falling apart, and she really wanted to faint immediately at this moment, but the silk strings that bound her did not allow her to do so, and from time to time they suddenly tightened and suddenly let go, and the silk strings that were close to the skin intermittently came with a feeling of pain that cut through the depths of the texture, continuously stimulating her mind, which was already on the verge of collapse.

Perhaps death is the best relief at this time.

The sect prepared medicine for each assassin, either quenched in hairpins or injected into the cracks of dentures, which may be a cruel rule for the living, but the female assassin at this time deeply realized how "considerate" the sect was in doing so.

For ordinary people, the most terrible part of death is often the void after death. For the Assassins, death was only a moment of suffocation, and the most terrible thing was the endless pain before death.

The female assassin was full of pain and thought: this person who captured her is also a "considerate" person!

She can't close her jaw now, her hands and feet can't move, not only can't she die, but she can't faint, what kind of person does this way of torturing people without leaving the slightest gap?

The female assassin could probably guess that this person was the Valkyrie who was famous in both the officialdom of Kyoto and the martial arts, but she had not yet had a chance to see the face of this supreme martial artist named Li Gai.

However, she couldn't look up at all now, and as she lay on the ground with her face down, she could only hear a footstep that shook the floor slightly, approaching quickly.

Ligai is finally here.

When he saw the half-burned "Yuwu Pavilion" for the first time, his heart was also in an uproar, but at the same time, he knew that he had to remain calm.

With just a wave of palm, he turned all the dense cloud needle unleashed by the female assassin into a soft and weak drizzle, first solving the danger for the two descendants who were digging up the slag like crazy.

And when the female assassin was tied up by the two shadow guards of Li Gai at a very fast speed, and slammed to the ground, there was a muffled sound of "boom", and the two madmen squatting in front of the slag pile, Ah Tong finally came back to his senses a little, and just looked sideways, he met a pair of tiger eyes!

"Get these two out of the way!"

After subduing the female assassin before reaching the ruins, the first order he gave was not to lift the slags, which were most likely to bury people, but to ask his subordinates to move the two people who were picking up the slag aside.

At this time, Ruan Luo was still not moved by the loud sound behind him, he seemed to be supported by some kind of spirit, stubbornly turning into the slag, and never stopped for a moment. After his unremitting efforts, most of Aping's figure has appeared in the slag fire.

But he also paid a terrible price for this achievement. On his palms, several pieces of skin had been removed by the sharp sections of construction waste, but it was not clear whether the bones of his hands had been exposed, because his hands were covered with black ash and blood......

In the team of guards led by Li Gai, the two closest to the front had to rush out, and one left and one right hugged Ruan Luo and A Tong and moved away.

Ah Tong's condition was slightly better, but Ruan Luo couldn't stand up anymore, and was almost dragged away from the slag of the fire.

Yet, even though he had been dragged away from the ruins, his hands were still tumbling forward! The guard who was holding him glanced at his visibly straight pupils, sighed silently, and a fingerprint sent him into a state of stupor.

"Shield Block!"

With Li Gai's second command, ten soldiers holding iron pieces and rattan shields lined up at the same time, and set up a double-layer shield array in front of the ruins, like forming a huge walking screen, blocking the sight of the ruins and the more than 100 guards of the forbidden palace opposite the ruins.

Li Gai's eyes had already seen a familiar piece of clothing from the gap that Ruan Luo had picked up in the ruins, and the identity of the buried person who could make Ruan Luo so frantically thrown away was self-evident, and if it was really the emperor himself who was buried inside, then whether he was alive or dead, whether he was injured or bleeding, such a scene that damaged the emperor's face could not be directly seen by his subordinates who wanted to be controlled in the future.

The fragility of the emperor, because of the special case of his status, must be wrapped as a secret, as has been the case in all dynasties.

While the shield barrier was being formed, Ligai's third command was issued:

"Short Knife Guard, clear the obstacles!"

Seven sword-carrying guards immediately stepped forward, and the ruins, which were as high as one of them, were quickly lowered by the same time as they began to move. The half-cut that had been opened by Ruan Luo before was quickly expanded, and the people under the ruins, specifically two people stacked on top of each other, showed their full figures.

Shielded from the ruins by the shield barrier, he couldn't see what was going on inside, he was worried about his brother's safety, and he was also anxious that the royal guards would mistake his brother for an assassin. Looking at the back of the shield barrier, construction debris was constantly being thrown from the left and right, quickly piling up on both sides, Ah Tong finally couldn't help but shout: "My brother Ah Ping is also inside!" ”

When Tong's voice passed through the shield barrier and reached Ligai's ears, Ligai's gaze had already fallen on the man lying face down in the ashes.

The man who blocked half of the eaves for Wang Chi from collapsing and impacting, his back was already a blur of blood, and he didn't know if he still had breath at this time. And under his arms, which were slightly arched upwards, Wang Chi's jade crown was half exposed.

Sure enough, Wang Chi was found under the ruins, but Li Gai's mood was not relaxed at all.

Since assuming the position of the Grand Commander, he can no longer be Wang Chi's shadow guard, and he can no longer be an inseparable guard like before. Therefore, in the past few years, he has not slackened his efforts to accompany Wang Chi to practice martial arts, helping him improve his martial arts as much as possible. As a king, of course, he has sufficient guards around him at all times, but these are external forces, and if they are external forces, they cannot fully fit with individuals. Only when you are strong enough can you protect yourself in the face of the most unpredictable dangers.

Li Gai couldn't believe that with the emperor's current martial arts, in such an open environment on all sides, he couldn't avoid an obstacle that just fell from one direction above his head?

Unless he's so badly injured when he's here!

This is the last thing Li Gai wants.

The heaviest pile of ruins involved had been cleared, and Li Gai temporarily called the short sword guards who were carrying out the cleanup work aside, and only called out one of his own shadow guards.

Dressed in black clothes, black boots and black gloves, wearing a helmet that fully covered his head, and only a pair of pupils were exposed, the shadow guard picked up the bloody man lying on Wang Chi's body at the signal of Li Gai. Li Ligai finally squatted down, helped Wang Chi up halfway, and sat on his shoulder. The result of the examination, which made him feel a little more relaxed, did not seem to have any external injuries on Wang Chi's body, but his right hand had been tightly held in his heart, clutching the cloth, which was obviously the source of his unbearable pain. Li Gai's gaze swept over Wang Chi's frowning brows again, he was very puzzled, Wang Chi was not a person who was riddled with illnesses, in fact, his physique had been tempered by the harsh climate and environment of Biansai when he was young, and his body was much stronger than that of healthy people in the south.

His mind was only a slight pause, and Li Gai freed up one of the hands that were holding Wang Chi, and his fingers slid to his wrist.

After a moment of detention, Li Gai suddenly understood. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly subsided, and then he calmly raised the palm of the hand that had just diagnosed Wang Chi's wrist vein, the palm bone crackled and made a low sound, and his five fingers slowly flexed, as if grasping something.

- Only the shadow guard closest to him at this moment had a chance to see that in the hand that the Grand Commander had raised, there was a faint substance that distorted the transparent air.

The invisible energy held in his hand was slightly knotted, and the hand that was hooked like an eagle's claw slowly spread out again, soft as the wind, against Wang Chi's chest, and gently pushed up.

After only a few moments, Wang Chi's clenched fist in his heart slowly loosened and hung down at his side, and his frowning brow gradually flattened at this time.

Li Gai continued to push his palms and rub his palms in front of Wang Chi's chest, and after another moment, fine sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and wisps of heat were already leaking out of Wang Chi's forehead. In order to evacuate the strange energy that was stuck in Wang Chi's heart, and to minimize the damage to his body by doing so, Li Gai had to be more careful and patient.

Although Li Gai had suppressed the majestic energy in the meridians around him as much as possible, turning them into a breeze and drizzle, and then penetrating Wang Chi's blocked meridians to comb through, for Wang Chi, the feeling that this massage brought to him was still not too easy.

It has been many years since I have exchanged martial arts with my good brother in the complex meridians of the human body.

Wang Chi felt that he had a dream that felt quite far away, because this dream brought him back to the northern frontier more than ten years ago.

On that vast land where there was only gravel on the ground and a gust of sand wind swept from the sky from time to time, Ah Li held his lonely back and explained to him word by word the way to enter the martial arts internal cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he listened attentively with bated breath, but not long after, he was dizzy again, not because Ah Li's explanation was not careful enough, but because the content of what he said never made him understand the picture that Ah Li wanted him to understand.

After that, Ah Li sat down cross-legged across from him, and his palms moved forward, revealing the shape of a lotus palm, as if he was condensing something. Immediately after, Ah Li's palms became as soft as a woman's hands, and one turned over, and wrapped around his wrists like blades of grass.

Wang Chi clearly remembered that on that day, for the first time in his life, he experienced some kind of strange touch, which actually came from his body! The wrists held by Ah Li's hands seemed to have a few slender worms drilled into it...... The feeling at that moment was surprising and slightly frightened, but after that feeling, he seemed to feel that his arms had become much lighter, and the knife in his hand had become much lighter.

But these are the accumulations in the depths of Wang Chi's memory, which are completely different from the dream he is in at this time.

In this distant dream, which was like transcending the control of time, he only felt that a gray cloud accumulated in his chest was first blown away by a gust of wind, and he was able to breathe a long sigh of relief, and then a drizzle of rain came down, washing and cleaning all the air polluted by gray clouds, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

However, after he took this deep breath, he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his chest, and the slightest movement would cause a dull pain in that inch.

The real painful feeling shattered the ethereal dream, Wang Chi snorted, and the pupils fluttered for a moment under the closed eyelids, and finally woke up leisurely.

"Alas......" Wang Chi actually sighed as soon as he woke up.

But in Li Gai's opinion, he is just venting out the exhaust gas that has been stagnant in his chest and abdomen for a long time, which is a good thing. Being able to take the initiative to dump is much less harmful to the body than for outsiders to force it with external force.

Seeing Wang Chi wake up, the internal injuries were fine, Li Gai also breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew the palm of the massage on Wang Chi's chest, and said with a slight smile: "You finally woke up." ”

When Wang Chi just opened his eyes, his vision was still a little hazy in front of him, and when he heard a familiar voice beside him with a hint of worry and inquiry, the haze in front of him completely dispersed, and he saw the familiar face.

The familiar face in front of me coincided with the face of Ah Li in the dream for a moment, and then as the dream completely disappeared and the reality became clearer, the two overlapping faces finally separated.

In the memory, Ali's young face traveled away with a distant dream, Wang Chi calmed down, his eyes locked on Li Gai's face, who had entered the middle age realm, and his gaze stopped on the fine sweat on his forehead.

Wang Chi's tired face gradually showed a smile, and he said in a weak voice: "You are here." ”

Li Gai nodded lightly and said apologetically, "I'm late." ”

"It's not late..."Wang Chiwei shook his head and said slowly: "I'm still alive, and I don't need to say a word late." ”

Li Gai lowered his head for a moment, then raised it again, and said slowly, "If I could have come a moment earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer more. ”

Listening to the word pain in his best friend's words, Wang Chi suddenly remembered the sharp pain that inexplicably swelled in his chest and abdomen shortly after the palm force was triggered. If it weren't for this sudden outburst of unbearable pain, how could he have lost his mind and been buried by the collapsed rubble?

After this incident, he immediately remembered that the reason why the two guards suddenly fell to the ground was that they had suffered the same crime.

- Although he still didn't quite understand what the source of the pain was.

At this time, he had already made a decision in his heart, he could ignore the minutiae for the time being, but the people who should be saved, the remnants that should be culled, are the first things to deal with at the moment.

He stretched out with one hand, and the best friend beside him immediately understood, although he was a little worried about his physical condition at the moment, he still flattened his palm, exhaled his strength, and helped him up from the ground.

After a quick glance around, Wang Chi's eyes gradually recovered, and he quickly noticed the person in the shadow guard's arms a few steps away, and recognized him as Ah Ping, one of Ruan Luo's two attendants. Looking at Ah Ping's bloodstained back, he seemed to understand something, and without asking, he directly gave an order to the shadow guard: "Meritorious and righteous people, go straight to the Taiyi Bureau for treatment!" ”

The shadow guard received the order and walked towards the palace with Ah Ping in his arms.

Wang Chi then shot his gaze to the seven guards who were standing farther away, he knew that these seven people were all elites cultivated by Li Gai, and the ruins on the stone flat that were turned into two piles were their vigorous and resolute work.

Looking up, he glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" that had been burned out and the second-story attic had been completely burned down, and pondered the direction roughly, then raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointed to the abandoned building and said in a deep voice: "Dig up!" ”

Seeing this, Li Gai suddenly thought of something, and doubted: "Is it thirteen or fourteen?" ”

"They also fell down suddenly." Wang Chi withdrew his gaze from the ruins, and when he turned his head to look at Li Gai, there was a question in his eyes, "Do you feel it, what happened to me just now?" ”

Li Gai's lips moved slightly, but he didn't answer immediately, he just glanced at the "Yuwu Pavilion" whose roof had been burned through, and said to Wang Chijian: "This house is about to disperse, let's stand aside first." ”

The king shook his head and was helped out of the ruins.

Since Li Gai has arrived here, and the guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block have not arrived, it is really a big problem. When Wang Chi left the pile of ruins and walked out from behind the "screen" composed of ten shields, he saw more than 200 people from the guards of the Forbidden Palace, as well as about 500 guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block.

There is one official in charge of this block, Bian Shuhe, who is also the attendant of the Ministry of Rites, but for today's matter, whether he came here or not can almost ignore the role he plays.

Why are there so many assassins hidden on the second floor of the teahouse in the block? When did these assassins cut so many holes in the attic wooden floor and no one noticed? Are the neighborhood guards all blind or dead, and the houses are starting to burn, and no one has come to take a look?

When his gaze swept over Bian Shuhe's face that was trembling inch by inch because of excessive shock, Wang Chi did not say anything on his face, but he smiled coldly in his heart: Those who should take some responsibility for today's affairs should be the other two officials in charge of the Hengtai Pavilion block, a soldier of the Ministry of War and a waiter of the Ministry of Works, but they did not see their figures at this time.

Wang Chi's gaze finally fell on the face of a fifty-year-old silk shirt merchant beside Bian Shuhe, who was invited into a tent with embroidered red edges and golden tassels hanging from the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood who had been temporarily erected.

The round chair with amphorae has been covered with soft brocade cushions, and a small table is placed next to the chair, which is just an ordinary pine planing, and there are no carved beasts on the table, and the style of this wood is unusually simple. However, in this chaotic environment at this time, there is actually a pot of hot tea brewed on this table.

With this speed of making tea, why didn't you see the speed of firefighting just now?

After Wang Chi sat down on the chair, Li Gai did not continue to accompany him, but stepped out of the tent, beckoned his ten shield guards to withdraw from the screen array, and divided four to stand by near the tent, and the other six went to the side of the short knife guards who were continuing to dig through the ruins to save the two guards.

The walls on the first floor of the teahouse were burned to the point of falling apart by the flames inside, and the stone brick walls were so hot that they could barely be touched directly. The six shield guards took a step ahead of the short sword guards, used their shields as a base, and shoved them against the hot wall.

Since this tea house has been burned down and there is no way to save this loss, it is better to let it collapse as soon as possible within the scope of control, so as not to cause secondary injuries when it is unprepared.

Just as Li Gai's subordinates began to demolish the house, Wang Chi sat on a fairly comfortable round-backed chair under the tent, although he did feel dry at this time, he did not have hot tea in his hands.

He was eager to hear what the official in charge of the work assigned to the guards of the neighborhood had to say about the fire in the building in the neighborhood and the lack of the guards to come to the rescue. But this official was not here at this time, so he didn't plan to ask the ceremonial waiter who was only good at the virtual face ceremony.

His eyes finally fell on the woman lying on the stone lawn opposite, and he knew very well in his heart that the woman was tied into a stake by some means,

But he wasn't going to interrogate her right here. After today's incident, he wanted to wipe his eyes and take a second look at the military department that he hadn't supervised for more than half a year. And although one of the three officials who supervised the affairs of the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood came at this time, he was suspicious of this person.

Although Bian Shuhe has ordinary political achievements, he is only in charge of some ceremonial orders, but he is in charge of the temple sacrifices, he is in charge of the big festivals and national ceremonies, he is in charge of the ceremonial rites of the state, he is in charge of the army and the sacrificial wine, and he is in charge of the people's autumn harvest and worship the sky...... He seems to be in charge of a lot of things, so he often has to deal with officials of various ministries, and no one can tell which officials he has a deeper relationship with, and no one has a strong reason to say that he has a personal affair with that official.

Wang Chi remembered that many years ago, the woman who didn't like to coil her hairpins, only liked to loosen her hair cut to a shoulder-length length, and liked all kinds of snacks, but she didn't eat too much, once said with a hint of disdain: "An official who does not aim to cultivate into an officialdom is not worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Rites." ”

At that time, he also specially asked his beloved woman: What kind of fairy fruit are fritters, which seem to grow for a long time, and it seems that the older the better?

So, he had the opportunity to taste a kind of food fried by his beloved woman: fried dough sticks. And through this experience, he knew that the kind of process dù that wants to fry raw fritters to be scorched and old, but not paste, is a test of people's cooking skills.

In addition, old fritters are really a kind of food that is not delicious, but it is a pity to lose it.

And a person like Bian Shuhe, although he can't do any practical things for himself, there are few such people in the officialdom. Lubricating the diaphragm, liaising and cooperating, and organizing the situation, all need to be handled by such people. Their faces are old enough, they are kind to everyone, and they are patient in everything.

-- Sometimes you ask him a question, and he doesn't know anything, and some things come to him, and in the end he can't do it, and the time is wasted.

For the chief guard of the forbidden palace, Shangguan Ying, Wang Chi pardoned him on the spot. When he left the palace in the afternoon, he took the initiative to hide it from the internal security team, which of course Yu Shangguan Ying was not responsible for.

On the other hand, Shangguan Ying's actions today, he learned the news quite quickly, and knew that he was called Li Gai, which would make his right to walk in the Hengtai Pavilion block much smoother. Maybe this will reflect that he will be a little cowardly in the face of big things, but just asking him to be in charge of the guard duties of that part of the palace, and not asking him to order hundreds of thousands of soldiers to go to war, it is enough to have his current mind.

Of course, Bian Shuhe, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, said a bunch of words of pleading, Wang Chi was not in the mood to seriously discuss today's matter with him, and after a few perfunctory words, the only one that was implemented was to ask him to go to the household department to allocate money for the repair of the damaged "Yuwu Pavilion". Whoever let the other two chief officials not be there at this time, of course, he will do the errands.

Thinking that he had to deal with the group of "iron roosters" in the household department again, Bian Shuhe's mood was a little depressed, but of course he couldn't show it in the slightest. Today, His Majesty suffered such a slight insult, which damaged the emperor's prestige, and he actually did not get angry, which was already a great forgiveness for those present.

Wang Chi finally summoned the silk merchant who was about fifty years old to him, and gave a few careful instructions, all of which were trivial matters, and the merchant listened very carefully, and could not help but feel a little hot at the end. The buildings in the Hengtai Pavilion block were damaged, but His Majesty did not let the merchants pay the money, and the funds for the reconstruction were allocated from the state treasury.

In fact, although this museum area is only an agent for this businessman, he can't get anything from the operating income, but if anyone has this relationship, the industrial chain activities arranged outside the museum will be much smoother.

This is a glamorous hat, and the brilliance it exudes is still considered a profit, which is the face economy. So in the end, he runs the business in this neighborhood, and even if His Majesty doesn't give him a fortune, he still earns a lot of money, and he earns quite a lot.

With this profit, even if His Majesty wants him to pay out of his own pocket at this time, but just rebuilding a small two-story teahouse, what kind of big deal is this?

Wang Chi seemed to see a certain enthusiasm in the eyes of this businessman, but without waiting for the businessman to take the initiative to ask for instructions, he said gently: "The Hengtai Pavilion block was originally an industry of the national dynasty, and since every benefit it generated was used by the people, then now that it has a loss, it is only natural that it should allocate money from the treasury to repair and use it for the people." ”

Hearing Wang Chi say this, the old merchant in silk clothes thought about it for a while in his heart, and finally opened his mouth to ask for instructions: "Then, the food needs in the repair process will be fully borne by the little old man." ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Wang Chi didn't even want to throw this little burden to the businessman, Zhengse said: "The old merchant has been working hard for a few years to run this pavilion area, although he went voluntarily, but the dynasty has never allocated a penny to you for this matter in recent years, how can you ask you to hurt the normal loss of the museum area?" ”

Having said this, Wang Chi raised his hand slightly, beckoned the old merchant in silk clothes closer, and then said in a slightly lower voice: "If this rule is broken, if there is anything in the future, it is inevitable that someone will make a reason to report it, but it is to ask you businessmen to pay money." In the long run, who will dare and who will be willing to take on this burden for me? What's more, just to build a small teahouse, the treasury is not so weak. ”

When the old merchant heard this, his shoulders shook slightly, and he quickly nodded in response, not daring to say anything more.

After some instructions with the three officials and the three officials in charge of today's affairs, Li Gai had already rescued the two guards. The thirteenth and fourteenth guards had been trained and cultivated by Li Gai before they were selected as palace guards, and they were seriously injured at this time, and they were immediately sent to the Commander's Mansion by Li Gai for treatment.

The water convoy prepared by the guards in the yamen of the Hengtai Pavilion block has also arrived, and the open flames inside and outside the teahouse were quickly extinguished, but the walls of the houses became more fragile under the sudden cold, and the last section of the remnant wall also collapsed completely.

After the masonry cooled down a bit, fifty guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block were assigned to participate in the cleanup of the building debris. It was the height of spring, and although the Assassins had committed unforgivable sins, their bodies had to be cleared and buried in the earth to avoid the danger of disease.

In addition, Li Gai plans to clean up all these corpses and transport them back to the Commander's Mansion for a closer examination, and may be able to find some clues from the corpses that can be used to solve this assassination case.

When the thirteenth and fourteenth were pulled out of the rubble by the guards, although they were dying, they were still alive. Kyoto Prefecture has excellent medicinal herbs, and there are plenty of doctors, so even if a bone is broken, it will be healed.

Although Ah Tong was not injured, only a layer of skin was burned off by his hands when he rummaged through the rubble just now, but he was also sent to the Commander's Mansion by his close servants along with the two seriously injured guards. Li Gai will remember the credit of this person, and at the same time, when he goes back later, he will also ask this person about something.

As for Ruan Luo, who had fallen into a deep coma and was about to lose his human appearance, Li Gai frowned when he arranged for someone to send the three attendants for treatment, and finally ordered Ruan Luo to be sent to Yiyeju.

The matter at hand was temporarily over, and Li Gai returned to the tent and stood beside Wang Chi.

All of the Assassins were either shot dead in the scuffle or buried alive in the subsequent fire that later collapsed in the teahouse, and their last breath of life was extinguished by the scorching firework - the only one alive among them was the woman lying on the ground in front of the tent, bound like a cocoon by dozens of tiny silk threads.

Do you drag her to the yamen of the Criminal Department for trial, or do you pull her to the execution room in the Commander's Mansion to be tortured, or do you ...... here?

Li Gai glanced down at Wang Chi and did not speak.

Wang Chi lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was resting, but there was only a pair of tables and chairs under the tent, which was too simple and really not a good place to rest. In addition to the unfavorable environment, the brocade dress he was wearing was also dotted with charcoal and stains, and the appearance of him sitting in the line of sight of hundreds of pairs of eyes was really a mistake in the identity of the emperor.

But he didn't speak, and Li Gai, who was standing beside him, didn't ask much, let alone urge him to return to the palace. Li Gai didn't speak, and none of the others present dared to say more than half a word.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites saw that His Majesty's splendid civilian clothes were stained with charcoal in many places, and he had a pimple in his heart.

He is a relict of the previous dynasty, and has 15 years of experience in the previous dynasty, which is two years more senior than in the new dynasty. He clearly remembered that although the last emperor of the previous dynasty did not make any achievements in political achievements, in terms of caring for his honorable wings, it was much more delicate than the emperor of the new dynasty who was sitting in front of him now.

If it was the emperor of the previous dynasty who was facing today's incident, not to mention how much anger he would inevitably suffer when he arrived, it was very likely that he would be punished and punished, but only that the emperor of the previous dynasty would take great measures to clean himself after his anger subsided a little, summoning hundreds of palace people, and tossing incense and bathing for ten days and a half months, and then stopping the dynasty for a few days...... What is like the current ......

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites thought silently in his heart while hesitating, not knowing whether he should be reminded at this time when His Majesty seemed to be meditating.

After today's incident, His Majesty has not been angry or angry with his subordinates, but according to the experience gained by Bian Shuhe, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, who has been observing words and expressions in the court and in the yamen for many years, he only feels that His Majesty can still restrain his mood from getting angry for something, which does not mean that His Majesty has no anger in his heart.

Bian Shuhe really wanted to do something to maintain His Majesty's dignity and demeanor, but he was really worried, afraid that he would happen to hit the righteous mouth of the angry eruption.

As for Shangguan Ying, the chief guard of the Forbidden Palace, he pleaded with His Majesty just now, and was quickly pardoned by His Majesty, so he should be more relaxed at this time. But looking at the expression on his face at this time, standing straight like a lance, he was standing behind the side of the round-backed chair, and it was obvious that he couldn't relax.

Even if His Majesty pardoned him verbally, and so many people present heard it, and with his behavior and character observed by His Majesty for several years, he would never go over old accounts afterwards, but for him, the guilt of dereliction of duty still existed. And His Majesty did not change the brocade clothes that had been stained by phlegm because of his dereliction of duty, and the sense of guilt in his heart did not stop accumulating inch by inch.

Should we speak out?

Shangguan Ying's mood also came to a crossroads, but his hesitation was slightly weaker than that of Bian Shuhe, because he hoped to share his worries for His Majesty, and he was a little more loyal to the Lord than Bian Shuhe.

But today, he didn't have time to say the loyalty that he had finally decided on after thinking about it for a long time.

Because His Majesty spoke first.

Wang Chi, who lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was resting and recuperating, and as if he was contemplating something, raised his eyelids slightly, opened his lips and said two words: "Go back to the palace." ”――

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