As time passed, Zhao Yizhi's headache symptoms became more and more serious. Sometimes the pain lasted all day. No matter how hard he tried, he could not relieve the pain.
"When I reached the bottleneck in my practice in the second chapter, I was also restless and restless. It seems that I am about to reach the bottleneck in the third chapter." Zhao Yizhi has learned from the past experience in the second chapter. Now he is not too afraid, but he is in endless pain. The feeling is really unbearable.
"Your Majesty, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you are not feeling well, can you change the date?" Wang Zhenliang had long seen Zhao Yizhi's abnormality, and now he couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
Zhao Yizhi waved his hand and said: "It's okay... I'm just a little tired. This is the first conference held by this dynasty. I can't break my promise to the martial arts."
Wang Zhenliang knew that Zhao Yizhi was also very independent, but he couldn't bear to see him insisting on it, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
When Wang Zhenliang was in danger, a voice came from outside the door: "Is your Majesty's dragon body unwell? I am willing to share your worries for your Majesty."
Zhao Yizhi raised his eyes and saw that it was Zhou Ziru who he hadn't seen for many days.
The pacification of Chu and Xiang was originally a great achievement. As the commander-in-chief of the Yulin Army of the imperial court, Zhou Ziru should have been prominent. However, since the reward, Zhou Ziru has been living at home, taking leave of absence for all important government affairs. Even when some court officials came to see them, the housekeeper refused them one by one and did not take credit or show off.
There must be a way for the Zhou family to last for six hundred years.
"Prime Minister Zhou is here, sit down." Zhao Yi held his painful forehead with a bitter look on his face: "I also want you to share my worries, but how can I share this?"
In the martial arts conference, the emperor must personally attend the ceremony and award the awards. No matter how great Zhou Ziru's contribution is, he is not the emperor after all. How can the martial arts world be convinced? I'm afraid it will be counterproductive.
Zhou Ziru smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? I don't wear a dragon robe, don't use a jade chariot, don't fly an imperial flag, I just sit there, a curtain is enough to cover the mouths of the heroes of the world! It's the so-called plan of Li Daitao's stiffness!" Zhou Ziru said with a smile. Ru was too embarrassed to directly say that he was pretending to be Zhao Yizhi to support the conference, and he was a smart person. He directly told everyone that it was not good-looking.
Zhao Yizhi hesitated. Zhou Ziru said "cover the mouths of the heroes of the world" rather than "cover the eyes of the heroes of the world". He was confident that even if someone saw the clues, no one would dare to say anything.
Before Zhao Yizhi could think deeply, Zhou Ziru said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, dragons and snakes are mixed in the martial arts world, and it is inevitable that there will be young people. Don't say that your dragon body is not in good health. Even if you are healthy, you should not take risks. I wish. For your majesty, I will keep this martial arts community under lock and key. When the conference is over, your majesty will come forward to award rewards to each faction. What do you think, your majesty?"
Zhao Yizhi was about to speak, but a sharp pain hit him, so he had to nod silently in agreement.
Zhou Ziru turned around, smiled broadly at Wang Zhenliang, and went out with his head held high.
Wang Zhenliang had no choice but to bow and console him: "Your Majesty is good at protecting the dragon body." Then they went out together to announce the decree to Zhou Ziru.
Zhao Yizhi tried hard to sit up straight, but was unable to do so. His body went limp and he slipped under the dragon chair, which was tightly blocked by the table. When Wang Zhenliang returned to the imperial study, he stretched his head and looked into the room. He did not see Zhao Yizhi, so he thought he had gone back to the palace to rest. There was no time to think too much, so he quickly called the eunuch guards on the left and right to prepare for the martial arts conference.
Outside the palace, next to the East City, the number of people here has been greatly reduced due to the attack of corpses some time ago. The entire Jinling City, only the East City, is dark, with only a few candlelights flickering for decoration.
On the top of the city tower, the two of them stood with their hands folded, overlooking the palace city, which was brightly lit and brilliant.
"The prosperous world, I also know the reason." Chu Xinghe stroked the knife in his hand, looking a little confused.
Shui Changdong stood beside him and looked at the palace together. Different from Chu Xinghe's low will, his expression was quite proud: "Perhaps Zhao Shichu, the founder of the Great Qi, and the eight former emperors, Even the first Literary Minister Zhou Yu, the ancestor of the Zhou family, was dedicated to the welfare of the people of the world. Six hundred years have passed, and the superiors have been lying on their backs and only want to maintain their own fame and fortune. How much do they think about the common people? "
"If things don't work out..."
"It's just death. We must make these noble emperors understand the suffering of the common people!"
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Early the next morning, Xia Mountain to the west of Jinling City was crowded with people. Everyone came here early in the morning, and even some people came here at midnight last night, just to get a good seat. Not only people from various martial arts sects, but also people at the foot of the mountain came over early, vowing to take a look at the scenery of various martial arts sects.
On the top of Xia Mountain, the imperial court summoned many civilians to cultivate land day and night and dug out an open space as the venue for the martial arts conference. The outer court is round on the outside and square on the inside, with a square high platform in the middle surrounded by densely packed seats for each faction to sit. In addition, there are ten tall wooden pillars on the outside of the venue, surrounding the high platform in the middle. Its function is self-evident.
Who doesn’t have martial arts in their heart?
"How to say?"
“Play it by ear.”
"Don't be the first to do it!"
All the sects in the rivers and lakes are standing together with people from the same sect, forming small circles with clear distinctions. Everyone is looking at other sects vigilantly, or else they are discussing quietly with their own sect brothers and observing the situation.
In the stands, the people from the imperial court finally arrived, with spears clearing the way and accompanied by armor. Civil and military officials stood on the left and right. Only one person was seen wearing regular clothes, surrounded by dozens of eunuchs and maidens, slowly walking up. He took the main seat and sat down peacefully.
The Imperial Guards poured into the venue and penetrated everywhere. After a while, the entire venue was controlled by these swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Shui Changdong hid behind the crowd, looking at these guards, he had a bad feeling, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
Ten figures jumped up outside the venue, and jumped onto the ten wooden pillars several feet high.
Chen Congwei had ten people in charge of the town.
Shui Changdong slowed down his breathing involuntarily. As soon as Chen Congwei and others appeared, he felt an invisible sense of oppression. If they all attacked together, he thought to himself that he wouldn't be able to hold on even for half a stick of incense, or even less.
This was not over yet. After the ten people from Chen Congwei climbed onto the high platform, another large group of people came in at the entrance of the venue. Chou Town Guard, Yin Meng Guard, Wu Lie Guard, Si Ci Guard, Youyu Guard...
"How did Wei Lejing write the charter..." Shui Changdong frowned, how could there be an uprising with so many soldiers and horses? These gangsters are all as timid as mice, and now there are so many people in the Twelve Heavenly Guards...
The Twelve Heavenly Guards walked by, one by one, and finally entered the open-air venue.
Shui Changdong gasped after seeing the weapon in the man's hand. It was a copper mace!
"Isn't Qian Ning transferred away? Why is he here!" Shui Changdong tightened his grip: "Am I being tricked by this Wei guy?"
I saw Qian Ning striding towards the venue and towards "Zhao Yizhi" who was in charge. Shui Changdong's heart turned over and over again, and finally he weakly let go of his wrist. If Qian Ning were to take charge here, he would have no choice but to give up this opportunity.
It's not that Qian Ning can suppress the entire martial arts world with his own strength, but the person Qian Ning is targeting will never be able to escape. If he wants you dead, you must die. So far, it is estimated that only Fang Qianlong and Du Ling'er have survived Qian Ning's hands. This is the reason why Zhao Yizhi ordered to stay alive.
Fang Qianlong was sitting on the seat. When he saw Qian Ning's eyes sweeping over him, he said hello with a smile. Du Ling'er next to him had some shadows about Qian Ning and didn't even dare to look at her.
Wang Zhenliang saw Qian Ning approaching and rushed to greet him: "Qian Shuai, today is a very important matter, so we must not let anything happen."
"Do you even need to say this? Get out of the way. I'll guard your majesty and make sure nothing goes wrong." Qian Ning gently pushed Wang Zhenliang away and was about to pass.
Wang Zhenliang grabbed Qian Ning and whispered: "This is not your Majesty, but Prime Minister Zhou! His Majesty is in poor health and has a severe headache, so he asked Prime Minister Zhou to preside over the meeting on his behalf."
Qian Ning was startled and looked at the main seat. The curtain blocked the view and could not see the appearance of the person inside clearly, but the figure was indeed that of Zhou Ziru.
"Does Your Majesty know about this?" Qian Ning asked alertly.
"What are you thinking! Your Majesty doesn't know if we dare to do this? But our family has agreed first. Now the person doing this curtain should be regarded as your Majesty. If anyone dares to be disrespectful to the Prime Minister, it will be disrespectful to His Majesty. Disrespectful…”
"I'm going to kill him!" Qian Ning stopped Wang Zhenliang's chattering with one sentence.
When the two were about to turn around and return to Zhou Ziru, a young eunuch suddenly ran over and grabbed Wang Zhenliang's clothes: "Big...big manager..."
Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning turned back together. Wang Zhenliang saw that this person was also a young eunuch whom he admired very much, and asked softly: "What's the matter? Speak slowly."
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is missing." The little eunuch said timidly.
"What!" Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning were shocked at the same time.
Wang Zhenliang grabbed the little eunuch, his eyes widened, and he bared his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "What did you say? Say it to me again! Isn't His Majesty resting in Qiyang Palace? Why is he missing?"
The little eunuch had never looked like Wang Zhenliang. If Wang Zhenliang hadn't caught him, he would have been so frightened that he fell to the ground: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty has not returned to Qiyang Palace since he went to the Imperial Study Room after dinner yesterday. Qiyang Palace's The little eunuch thought that His Majesty was going to attend a conference today, so he didn’t explain it to the eunuch in the imperial study room..."
"Furthermore, the palace was busy yesterday. The chief steward... you... you took away the eunuch from the imperial study room, and... no one knew where your majesty was... Until today, the eunuch from the imperial study room went to Qiyang Palace to hand over the procedures and receive your majesty. , and then I discovered... His Majesty is somewhere..."
Qian Ning came over, pushed Wang Zhenliang away, grabbed the young eunuch by his collar and brought him to him: "Have you searched for him in the palace?"
"No... we haven't found it yet. When we found out that His Majesty was not there, we immediately informed the Chief Supervisor..."
"I'll go back to the palace to find him. Manager Wang is here to host the meeting!" Qian Ning left the young eunuch behind and strode towards the palace.
Wang Zhenliang also wanted to return to the palace, but he could not return to the palace as the general manager and let a commander-in-chief of the Twelve Heavenly Guards accompany the emperor to preside over it. Then everyone would see that something was wrong. If these fools thought that the imperial court had been deceived, They made a big fuss about that.
"Maybe your Majesty is just out of court... If you have money and handsomeness, nothing will happen if you go back." Wang Zhenliang comforted himself, then looked up at Chen Congwei on the ten wooden pillars, and felt reassured in his heart. Who would It is absolutely impossible to take Zhao Yizhi away in the palace without anyone noticing.
"Manager Wang, let's get started." The "Emperor" in the stands spoke.
