Anguo, return to Deyuan.
Deng Jiu, the commander of Zhu Yiwei, was kneeling under the dragon chair with his head lowered. Even though he had entered the palace many times, he still felt a little nervous in front of His Majesty An Guo.
This time An Huang returned with a great victory, and his majesty was even greater, making him afraid to look directly at him.
"The envoy from Wu State should have entered our Da'an territory."
Anzhu Li Xuan was reading the memorial in his hand. He didn't even bother to look at Deng Hui, or in his heart, Deng Hui was not worth looking at at all.
"Your Majesty, this is indeed the case. Emperor Wu has also been escorted back to Deyuan and is being imprisoned in Yong'an Tower."
"Which prince from Anguo is on this mission?"
"Your Majesty, this is King Dawu Li, his name is Yang Ying, he said he has been in the deep palace since he was a child.
"Hmm~ What else?"
"This... Your Majesty, this King of Li has stayed in the deep palace since he was a child and has never left the palace. Now that the Wudu branch of Zhuyi Wei has been uprooted, it is difficult to rebuild it at this time. In addition to his name, there are also No further news is coming.”
"Trash! The envoys have already entered our country and are about to reach the gate of my palace. You just need to know their names!"
"Subordinates deserve to die!"
Deng Hui knelt on the ground, his head firmly pressed against the expensive carpet on the floor. The carpet was well taken care of by the servants, and the down was smooth and soft, but it hurt Deng Hui.
Emperor An dropped the memorial in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Deng Ji who was kneeling in front of him, as if he was thinking whether he really deserved to die.
Sweat dripped down the face of Hall Master Zhu Yiwei. Before Emperor An could say anything, Deng Hui spoke first.
"Subordinate! I have another news!"
"explain."
A cold voice spread throughout the hall, and Emperor An only uttered one word.
"This Prince of Li has a master who is a Taoist priest named Jingting. His martial arts skills are very high, which is worth noting."
"Just a martial artist."
"Two months ago, he was dissatisfied with King Li's mission and forced his way into the Wu Palace. I heard that he beat King Danyang with red palms and his hands were red and swollen. Later, King Danyang was dragged out of the palace by him. King Danyang's hands were injured by countless people. seen it myself."
"You mean~ he can also force his way into Anhuang Palace to kill me!"
"The humble ministers and Zhu Yiwei are determined to carry their determination to die and protect His Majesty's safety!"
"With the intention of going to death? Determined?"
"Two weeks ago, King Danyang sent troops to intercept the envoy in Tianxing Gorge. The Taoist man killed Pingyuan General Zhou Jian and his 700 soldiers with one sword and one man. I can only guarantee that if your Majesty is in danger, I will be dead long ago. !Destined to hell!"
When it is time to show loyalty, Deng Xiao, who has climbed to this position, knows very well.
"Yong'an Tower is guarded by Zhu Yiwei. He is King Li's master. If King Li asks him to break into the tower to save people, what are your plans?"
"Wei Chen has buried gunpowder under the Yong'an Tower. If he dares to break in, even if he is an immortal, he will surely die!"
"Well done, go and check this Jingting for me. Everyone has weaknesses. I don't believe it! He has really become an immortal!"
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With swaying steps, the delegation left Xucheng. Everyone had had enough of this place, and they were very happy to leave.
There was only one person, very unhappy.
Shen Tuchi, the former commander of the cavalry camp in the west of Anguo, was hung upside down on the tower of Xu City. His mouth was stuffed with a bunch of rotten cabbage leaves. He swayed when the wind blew and let out a whining roar.
"You just hung him up like this. Don't blame me for not reminding you. He is the nephew of Queen Zhaojie. Queen Zhaojie doesn't have many relatives alive now. You want to play him to death. You think about it day and night. Miss Ruyi, it’s time to be unhappy.”
In the carriage, Ning Yuanzhou was joking with Jingting. The deputy head of the Liudao Hall was naked from the waist up, with several silver needles stuck in his heart veins, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was shockingly pale.
Because Qian Zhao and Sun Lang failed to protect Yang Ying, Ning Yuanzhou punished himself with ten lashes. After these ten lashes, Ning Yuanzhou's old injuries recurred, coupled with the poisonous attack of Yi Nian Qian Ji in his body, he fell down directly.
"Congratulations, Lao Ning, you are one step closer to death."
Inciting the silver needle, Jingting picked up the wooden barrel next to her and thrust it into Ning Yuanzhou's face.
Poof~
A mouthful of poisonous blood spurted out, and a trace of color returned to Ning Yuanzhou's face.
"The poisonous blood has been forced out, but the poison is still there. You can't die today, so just find a place to cry."
"How long do I have?"
Picking up the handkerchief, Ning Yuanzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"It's hard to say. It depends on the recurrence of your old injuries and poisons. It also depends on how often you fill new wounds. Maybe... it will be when you see the injustice of your Tiandao brothers."
"That seems to be a long time coming."
Ning Yuanzhou smiled: "I am a tough person."
"Who said that?"
"Myself."
"Would you like Pindao to help you with a divination?"
"Okay." Ning Yuanzhou became interested.
"Ten taels of silver at a time, no credit will be given. No matter what the hexagram says, the silver will not be refunded." Jingting smiled slightly.
"Twelve liang! Why don't you go and grab it!?"
"Isn't Pindao trying to rob him?"
"It won't just be a few nice words."
"The art of divination is naturally different!"
"for you."
Ning Yuanzhou took out ten taels of silver and stuffed it into Jingting's hand. The Taoist put it in his mouth and bit it. It was true. He rubbed it with his sleeve and carefully stuffed it into his arms.
After asking Ning Yuanzhou's date of birth, Jingting took out a copper coin and tossed it three times. He twisted it again and again in his hands, put his palms together and exhaled slightly.
"How's it going?" Ning Yuanzhou came up.
"I just remembered when I was throwing the coins that my master didn't teach me the art of divination."
"You can't, what are you! Give me back the money!"
"The money will never be withdrawn."
"you……!"
Ning Yuanzhou almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his finger pointing at Jingting kept trembling: "You have imitated Jingting badly. I remember that the so-called gold and silver treasures have never been worth mentioning in your eyes!"
"Even now."
"Then what do you want the money for?"
"Ruyi said that Yang Ying had a private life-long arrangement with a guard named Zheng Qingyun in the palace. The poor man was used to having trouble with his wife and was penniless.
But if Yang Ying gets married one day, I, as a master, must add a dowry. She is getting married as a princess, so the dowry cannot be too shallow. Shopkeeper Wang’s daughter got married and she brought two hens and a quilt. "
Ning Yuanzhou turned his head to the window, then back to staring at Jingting, and then turned to the window... He repeated this process several times, staring into Jingting's eyes: "You haven't even seen the face of Zheng Qingyun, and you started saving for your dowry. Already?"
"As long as he is a good boy with a kind heart and treats Yang Ying well, it will be fine. Besides, my disciple also likes him."
"What if it's not good?"
"By the time I saw him, Pindao had probably saved some money, which should be enough to bury him."
"Hoo~"
Ning Yuanzhou took a deep breath, closed his eyes and slumped on the soft cushion behind him.
Jingting turned around and got out of the carriage, and the Taoist's cheerful voice came from the delegation:
"Whoever wants to tell fortunes, ten taels of silver a time!"
