The real history is always a hundred times more brilliant than the stories of later generations.

After Wang Yijing escaped the assassination, he used the teleportation array set up in advance to send it to the outskirts of Beijing.

Although he retreated, the three opportunities left by his grandfather to use his magic powers were all consumed, and most importantly, Li Ning'er died to save him.

In order to deal with him, a large number of troops have been sent out of the city in the imperial city, and the little emperor also specially invited the heavenly master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

If Wang Yijing only knows some demonic arts, the Heavenly Master can sacrifice the talisman sword thousands of miles away to take his life, but from the perspective of his shot, the magic is obviously higher than the traditional Dao method, and it can even be called immortal art.

The search was fruitless all night, and the next day, the purple-robed Taoist who was over half a hundred years old climbed to the top of the highest building in the imperial city, his eyes slightly closed, and he calculated for a while.

A moment later, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and Lao Dao opened his eyes suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.

Originally, his spirit was not old, and his spirit was visibly sluggish, and even his hair turned white, he looked at the sky in horror, and muttered to himself:

"Oh no, it's a big deal this time."

The pouring rain soon came, and the entire capital was shrouded in a curtain of rain, and the blood stains left on the ground were quickly washed away, as if nothing had happened from beginning to end.

Wang Yijing was in a dark and narrow space, and his nose was filled with bursts of elegant aroma.

In normal times, he would have been distracted for a long time, but at the moment, he didn't have any thoughts, and there were obviously no scars on his body, but he seemed to have been drained of his strength, and his eyes were motionless and in a daze.

After a long time, a light shone through the darkness, and a soft voice sounded outside:

"Childe, you can come out."

Wang Yijing slowly climbed out from under the seat and said to the woman whose face was slightly flushed:

"Thank you for saving your life."

As he spoke, he opened the curtain and went out.

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly stopped:

"Now that the outside is strictly checked, it is safer for Childe to stay in the car."

The young man nodded, and instead of looking at the peerless woman, he curled up in the corner of the carriage, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Yijing had a long dream, in which he held the family heirloom golden gun tightly, and charged into battle with the power of cultivation that outsiders did not have, chopping melons and vegetables all the way.

Later, he stood behind the clouds with a long sword in his hand, and the god of calamity in front of him showed horror in his eyes, but he still insisted on it:

"I am an immortal bestowed by God, and you dare to hurt me?"

The young man was not afraid of heaven and earth, and with a sword slashed, splitting the immortal in half.

After that, he went to the Yang Cang Realm and was regarded as the ancestor of the Yang Emperor, and his actions were still based on likes and dislikes, and no one dared to criticize him.

Now, hundreds of years later, however, he finally feels the price of his impulses.

The three opportunities that could change the fate of mortals were easily used by him, and he not only failed, but also injured a woman.

"Grandpa, I understand what you said now, but the price is too great."

The man muttered softly, and when he opened his eyes, the carriage was still moving forward.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, and his fatigue had not diminished in the slightest.

"You've slept for less than an hour."

A soft voice sounded, and the other party seemed to know what he was thinking.

Wang Yijing opened the curtains, and there was a street outside, bustling with pedestrians.

"This is Bijiewei, the local co-camping is my husband's old department, if the son feels bored, you can go out and breathe fresh air."

There was a difference between men and women, and it was a little unreasonable to ride in a carriage with a married woman, so the young man nodded and walked out of the carriage and sat side by side with the coachman.

……

The carriage stopped in front of a mansion, and the princess got out of the carriage to meet the local garrison generals.

Wang Yijing always looked like he couldn't keep his spirits, and the groom next to him took the initiative to talk when he saw this:

"Is this a setback, young man?"

"It's your business."

The old groom was not angry, and said with his hands in his sleeves:

"The old man has been a stableman all his life, feeding horses, drinking horses, washing horses, and shoveling horse manure all day long.

Life in the world, nine times out of ten, unsatisfactory, there will always be a few hurdles that you can't pass, you should cry, you should scold, as long as you don't fall into it.

You're still young, and you should spend a lot of time on your ambitions, and regret and frustration are reserved for us old fellows to relieve boredom. ”

"Revenge ......," the young man muttered.

"Ambition is what you want to accomplish the most, like our Royal Highness King Wu, who commanded the three armies when he was young, and later determined to assist a Ming Jun.

It's a pity that the traitor is in power, and even he has finally become a mediocre vassal king who is criticized by everyone. ”

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

When King Wu was still the prince, he was the opponent's groom, followed the southern expedition to the north, rode a horse on the battlefield to save the life of his master, and also traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment when he was wounded.

At that time, the king of Wu was full of spirits, and he had inexhaustible strength, and he had just gotten off the battlefield and went to the battlefield, and he couldn't take care of his wounds.

If it weren't for the imperial court, he would have been able to smash the royal capital of Yelu Chuxiong in the north, and if he had been willing to target the capital ruthlessly, the current dynasty would not have been in trouble, and the people would not have been in trouble.

……

Wang Yijing didn't know what the old horseman was thinking, he repeated what the other party had just said:

"Revenge is what I want to accomplish the most."

What the two of them said was obviously not the same thing, but now the only thing that could stop him from giving up on himself was to take revenge on the young emperor.

He helped him seize power, but he chased and killed himself in turn.

This ruthlessness is indeed in line with an emperor, but it should never cause Li Ning'er to die - this hatred is not shared, even if it is a descendant of the Wang family, he will personally pull him off the throne.

Wang Yijing found his goal, although he didn't match the old man's meaning at all, his will was no longer depressed, and his eyes became sharper than before.

A middle-aged man sent the princess Liu Hibiscus out of the mansion, looking at the pace and movements, there should be no doubt that she was born in the army.

The man glanced at Wang Yijing's side, intentionally or unintentionally, and after saluting the woman again, he turned around and returned to the mansion.

Liu Mu Hibiscus walked to the carriage lightly, his eyes inadvertently touched the young man, and surprise suddenly rose in his heart.

After only a stick of incense when he left, the other party's expression changed dramatically.

To put it mildly, before he was like a lost dog licking his wounds, but now, he is clearly a vicious wolf who has been cornered, fierce and cruel, and the tiger is especially afraid.

Wang Yijing's gaze only stayed on the other party for a moment, then looked into the distance, suppressed the resentment that had nowhere to vent, and said calmly:

"His Royal Highness the King of Wu wants to rebel?"

Liu Hibiscus did not show surprise, and said with a light smile:

"How does Wang Gongzi know?"

"It's all written on my face."

He has lived for hundreds of years, even if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will always have the ability to observe words and looks.

A princess, who visited her husband's old ministry for no reason, is not in harmony no matter how you look at it.

The young man was silent for a moment, and then spoke again:

"The princess wants to join you?"

"It couldn't be better."

Liu Muhibiscus did not hide it, the other party's intelligence has exceeded her expectations, this kind of talent with both civil and military skills is urgently needed at the moment.

Hearing the woman's answer, Wang Yijing knew that he was not wrong, this seemingly coincidental encounter was actually planned in advance.

The capital is so noisy, as long as you have the heart to investigate, you can always find out the reason, as a princess, there is no reason to take risks for a person in the rivers and lakes, the reason why she does this must be to ask him.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yijing spoke:

"The accounts between me and Wang Zhaoqi must be settled after all, and as for whether King Wu is a good lord worthy of assistance, we still need to see and decide."

"That's nature."

The woman's eyes smiled, as if she had been ten out of ten.

…… (End of chapter)