After the emperor announced the opening of the banquet, Wang Yijing has been immersed in eating, before going out, Liu Baoqing specially instructed not to talk nonsense, although he did not understand the intention, but he still did it honestly.

When he picked up a piece of venison and put it in his mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a guy next to him who was sneaking around something, turned his head, and found that this person was one of the men in black who had entered the palace with him that day.

"If you don't eat well, what are you talking about?" Wang Yijing chewed on the meat, inexplicable.

The man turned his head and found that it was him, and couldn't help but say with joy on his face: "Command? ”

"I'm not a conductor."

As he spoke, the young man picked up a golden fried loach again, and the middle-aged man hurriedly pressed his hand when he saw this, and whispered:

"Eat less."

"I didn't eat your meal."

The middle-aged man looked around, leaned closer and said:

"This meal is so weird."

"What's the trick?"

Wang Yijing drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and when he was finished, he didn't forget to chirp, the official frowned slightly when he saw this, and continued:

"Why didn't His Majesty the Emperor entertain us in the first place, and didn't think of this stubble until a month had passed?"

Wang Yijing looked at the silver toothpick in his hand that trembled slightly, put down his chopsticks and said:

"Don't worry, if Your Majesty wants to kill us, there are ways to put you and me in prison with a high-sounding excuse, why bother to do any Hongmen banquet? So many ministers were poisoned, and spreading the word would also damage his reputation. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered slightly when he heard this, and he continued:

"Commander, do you think Your Majesty will really cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"It's not good to say, this kid's means can't compare to his mother, but in terms of ruthlessness, I'm afraid it's even worse, I advise you to get out as soon as possible, don't be blinded by glory and wealth."

After Wang Yijing finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at the young emperor, not wanting the other party to be staring at him at the moment, and he didn't know how long he looked at each other, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhaoqi's mouth.

Wang Yijing chuckled in his heart, looked away and said to himself:

"Damn, this grandson can't eat well and look at what I'm doing, shouldn't he have any special fetishes."

When he looked up again, the emperor had already left his seat and walked slowly towards it, and the officials along the way tried to get up, but he raised his hand and pressed it back.

"I've been busy lately, and I haven't thanked Wang Xia Shi properly, so I will take the opportunity to toast you today." The young emperor raised his glass with sincerity on his face.

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

"Your Majesty's words are serious, the people of the rivers and lakes should take it as their responsibility to save the common people, according to the grass people, Your Majesty will be a good emperor, so they will help."

"Either way, I want to thank you."

The emperor handed the cup forward again, and Wang Yijing did not shirk it, picked up his wine glass and touched it lightly with the other party, and drank it all.

The monarch and the ministers were happy, and the eighteen-year-old emperor said casually:

"You Aiqing eat and drink well, I can't drink enough, go back and rest first."

"Congratulations to Your Majesty."

After the emperor left, the atmosphere was suddenly a lot more relaxed, whether it was the Jianghu people or the Jinghuwei, they all took out the posture of a martial artist, and the wine glass was exchanged for a sea bowl, which was bound to be divided on the wine table.

Wang Yijing was a little confused at the moment, what did this little emperor want to do with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, could it be that it was a simple banquet?

……

After the feast, the young man burped out of the palace while picking his teeth with a toothpick, and a figure outside the palace squatted at the foot of the wall, and when he saw the man coming out, he hurriedly got up and said:

"Are you alright?"

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

"The second son said that you might be in danger, so he specially asked me to pick you up."

"I knew you were coming, I would bring you something to eat, the roasted lamb chops in the palace are a must, not only fat and thin, but also sprinkled with a Western Regions spice, which is called a fragrant."

Wang Yijing's face was full of aftertaste, it really didn't look like something was wrong, Li Ning'er put her mind at ease, looked at his worthless appearance, sighed and said:

"Go back early, don't let the second son worry."

"Okay."

The two walked towards Liu's mansion in the moonlight, and out of sight behind them, a group of black-clothed people rushed into the alley with steel knives in hand.

The lonely man and the widow walked through the silent street, their footsteps echoing all around, and both remained silent, and after a long time, the woman suddenly asked:

"Who is Chu Yan?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"I ......"

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

"Isn't it going to eavesdrop on me while I'm asleep?"

The young man seemed to be drunk, his eyes were hazy, and his heart was like a mirror.

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

"You may not believe it, I met Chu Yan when I was eight or nine years old, she has a gentle personality and a pair of good-looking eyes, and I made up my mind at that time that she would not marry."

"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 the other party, at this moment, Wang Yijing suddenly grabbed her, and there was a sound of rubble trampling on the roofs on both sides, and four or five black shadows fell from the sky, and the bright steel knives were very dazzling in the moonlight.

……

In the palace, the young emperor looked up at the sky, and an old Taoist in a purple robe stood beside him, and it was the Qintian Supervisor who was born in a dragon and tiger.

"Daoist Zhou, are you sure that this person will not be able to exert his magical powers for a while?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the poor Dao uses the Dan prescription passed down by the ancestor, which can make all evil cultivators lose their magical powers for a short time, unless he is an immortal or from a decent background."

"According to the Taoist master, no matter how the practitioner interprets the Tao, he must not participate in mortal battles, otherwise he will be burdened by karma.

Lao Dao nodded, hesitated a little and said:

"Your Majesty, forgive the poor Dao for his clumsiness, until now, I still can't see what kind of Tao he is cultivating, 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, until that night I saw him wave his hand at will, the forbidden army all fainted, and he also flew over the imperial city with a big living person, these are not things that a martial artist can do." ”

The old Taoist was silent when he heard this, he had really never seen this situation, could it be that the other party was really an immortal, or a demon who had gained the Tao in the deep mountains and old forests?

……

The moonlight was gradually shrouded in dark clouds, the capital was dark, and the streets where the Beijing guards used to patrol back and forth were exceptionally quiet tonight, and the sound of weapons clashing and slashing was heard from time to time in some places.

The common people closed the door and did not dare to do much, but fortunately, the movement quickly calmed down, and when they carefully approached the crack of the door to observe, there was still half a figure, only a pool of blood left on the ground.

After a while, the vanished Jinghuwei came with torches, and several buckets of cold water were splashed, and the only remaining traces of blood were washed away, as if nothing had happened.

The longest battle lasted in the west, a man and a woman, who were surrounded by six black-clothed men, the man was wounded, and he held the snatched steel knife to protect the woman firmly behind him, and said to the black-clothed man:

"Didn't you just take your toothpick, and chase you to death?"

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

The person who opened his mouth folded his scarf, and it was the middle-aged man sitting next to him at the banquet.

…… (End of chapter)