Only Qin Shi, the leader of the Dragon Guard, who had experienced many dangers, could instantly realize the profound meaning of Ning Wuyan's arrangement.
"Mr. Ning, you..."
"Brother Qin Shi, if you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning. I'm sleepy."
Ning Wuyang yawned.
In fact, I am not so sleepy that I fall asleep and want to fall asleep.
It’s just that we must go all out tomorrow, just like how we killed Zhou An that night, and must be extremely energetic, so go to bed early and get up early to stay energetic and wait for the final blow.
and.
Tomorrow morning we have to ask Director Li to observe the sky and lock in the time range of the lightning strike.
Although judging from the death of Hua Shi, Yuan Guoshi also had the ability to deduce celestial phenomena, but he was not the kind of person to hand over the initiative to the enemy.
To fight, you must be prepared.
Only then can you be invincible.
"Since Mr. Ning is tired, I will go and guard the door."
"You don't have to watch tonight. Brother Qin Shi will attend the poetry appreciation party with me tomorrow. I have to be careful of those people from the Western Regions who can't compare with me in composing poems and lyrics. They get angry and sign with me, so I should rest tonight." Anyway, in addition to the Beijing Guards, there are also Shen family guards and palace guards here, so nothing will happen to me."
Because of the heavy responsibility he has to shoulder, Ning Wuhuang has always attached great importance to his own safety.
This is a responsibility to himself and to his commitment.
Tonight, he suddenly claimed so confidently that he was not in danger, and even Ning Wuyi felt strange.
But he didn't understand the deeper meaning. He just thought that the fifth brother wanted everyone to attend the poetry appreciation party in the best condition tomorrow. Seeing Yunfei still standing at the door angrily, he said, "Then let's go and build a bed board." , sleeping outside."
"also."
Ning Wuyang thought that Shen Youchu was also invited to the poetry appreciation party, and wanted to go to the mourning hall to let her rest early.
But thinking about these days, except for him taking the initiative to offer incense in front of the mourning hall, the rest of the time, Shen Youchu just pretended that he didn't exist and was angry with him. He was afraid that his persuasion would have the opposite effect, so he could only suppress his worry and wash up. Then go to bed early.
After lying down, I imagined tomorrow's process in my mind.
He didn't fall asleep until everything was safe.
In a dream.
He rehearsed his design again.
Just don't know why.
In the end, the thunderbolt landed on his head.
When he woke up from his dream, he heard the sound of cockcrow in his ears.
"Giggle!"
Ning Wuyan touched the cold sweat on his forehead, turned over, and closed his eyes, but all he saw was the blue and white lightning in his dream.
He couldn't sleep either, so he simply got up and washed himself, and then used the Cloud Breathing Technique for another week.
Since he got the note left by the Chinese Master last time, he has used the above method to improve his strength.
At this time, it is already at the peak state of the second level, and the perception of the changes in the air flow between the sky and the earth is even more acute.
This also made him more confident and able to calmly deal with the killer moves set by the enemy for him.
"In the dark, there is Chinese Master's protection."
Before leaving for the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, Ning Wuyang came to the coffin of the Chinese Normal University.
It was still dark, and Shen Youchu was not there.
There were only two maids from the Shen family and two boys, kneeling on the futon, throwing bright yellow burning paper into the copper basin from time to time to ensure that the fire continued.
Seeing his arrival, a maid hurriedly said: "Master Ning, my young lady stayed until midnight. She really couldn't hold on anymore, so Sister Mei Xiang took her to rest. If you want to find her, wait until the young lady wakes up."
"I'm not looking for Miss Shen, I just want to talk to the Chinese Normal University."
After Ning Wuyan finished speaking, the maid and the boy brought him another futon and placed it in front of the desk.
The maid who just spoke took three more incense candles and handed them to his hand.
"Thanks."
Ning Wuyan took it, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner, and took a look at the body lying quietly inside.
It's late autumn in Jing'an City, and it's not yet freezing.
In order to ensure that the body did not rot, a large number of ice cubes were placed inside, freezing the half of Hua Shi's face that could only be clearly seen.
Even so, Ning Wuyan still felt that his face was kind, just like the hard-spoken and soft-hearted old Taoist Yunyou when they first met.
It was Master Hua who said he was not involved in cause and effect, but always helped him seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
"Master Hua, today is your first seventh day. It is said that on the first seventh day, the souls of the dead will return to the world to see their relatives. You and I have only known each other for a few months, so I don't know if I am your relative."
If it counts.
I really hope that Hua Shi can see with his own eyes how the person who killed him ended up with no body left.
Ning Wuyan stared at the coffin for a moment, and finally reached out to touch the coffin lid, and asked the maid: "Have you decided, your lady, when will the coffin be sealed and buried today?"
"Usually the coffin is sealed in the afternoon, and it still takes an hour and a half to transport it to the imperial mausoleum, but His Majesty said that due to special circumstances, the coffin needs to be sealed and buried until the young lady comes back from the poetry appreciation party."
The maid's words made Ning Wuhuang sigh secretly.
No wonder Shen Youchu was angry with him.
In her opinion, the old emperor's arrangement was probably because in the old emperor's mind and his heart, the death of Hua Shi was far less important than the poetry appreciation party.
But the opposite is true.
If it weren't for the purpose of avenging the Chinese division, the old emperor would not have allowed him to hold a poetry appreciation party at the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, so that the talented people from the Western Regions could familiarize themselves with the venue in advance, and set the test questions as an excuse to dispel their doubts and put them to the test. All home field advantage is lost.
correct.
It seems rude to speak of an old emperor. Maybe one day he will spill the beans while dreaming and someone will overhear him. From now on, he should just go with the flow and call him your majesty.
Ning Wuyan recovered his divergent thoughts and knew that Shen Youchu was still angry with him, so he naturally did not do anything offensive.
Quietly riding in a carriage, he left the Imperial Manor and headed for the hunting ground in the northern suburbs.
When they arrived at the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, Zhou Yu and Kang Wang were already waiting in front of the main gate.
Although Ning Wuhuang was the appointed host of this poetry appreciation party, Zhou Yu and King Kang were the ones who really had the say in Beijiao Hunting Ground.
Since the arrangement was completed, Ning Wuhuang has become the master of the house and does not want to participate in the competition between Prince Kang and Prince Jin for power and credit.
Even so, as the host of the poetry appreciation party, he still had to start being the pillar before Zhou Qian and the people from the Western Regions arrived.
Naturally, he does not need to do such things as entering the door to greet the guests. King Kang and Zhou Yu are in charge. What he has to do is to stand under the high platform to preside over the process, and then wait for Zhou Qian to sit down on the ring, then go up to the high platform to preside over the process.
"Prince Yu and Prince Kang will be responsible for the reception today."
After Ning Wuyang greeted the two of them, he strode towards the high platform.
Before he could reach it, there were rapid footsteps behind him.
"Mr. Ning, please stay!"
It's Zhou Jingxian.
Although Zhou Jingxian knew that night that Hua Shi's death was not an accident but a murder, after that, she was arranged by the emperor to work in the capital and was not allowed to go near the hunting ground in the northern suburbs.
She knew Grandpa Huang was worried that she wouldn't be able to keep the secret and would be exposed, but she was equally worried.
"Mr. Ning, you...you only have one guard by your side, is that enough?"
Zhou Jingxian stepped forward and recommended herself.
"How about I host this poetry appreciation party with you today?"
