Xiao Wei came back two years later. His return was both silent and thunderous.
In the 20th year of Yuanjing, the sky was prosperous and prosperous, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, maritime trade was frequent, there had been no war on the borders for many years, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
The prototype of Yuanjing's prosperous age has begun to emerge.
When the New Year was approaching, Xiao Yi hosted a banquet for officials in the Chaoyang Palace, and Queen Lin Feifeng accompanied him.
In the evening, the palace was brightly lit and a grand banquet was going on. Xiao Yi and Lin Feifeng sat side by side at the highest point in the hall, and the ministers sat on both sides of the hall in order of rank.
The bright candlelight made the hall look magnificent, and the table full of delicacies exuded an alluring aroma. During the banquet, the sound of silk and bamboo was heard endlessly, and the carefully choreographed songs and dances were performed one after another, making people dizzy.
The emperor and empress sat on the high platform, whispering from time to time. The scene was warm and harmonious, while the ministers changed their usual seriousness and rigidity, toasting each other and talking, very relaxed and comfortable. Even several of the officials at the Yushitai were drunk and confused.
"Whoosh!" "Pfft!"
A long arrow was shot from the door of the palace, with a sharp whistle, and went straight into the pillar in the middle of the hall. The arrow penetrated the wood for three points, and the tail feathers of the arrow kept vibrating.
"Ah~~~~~"
"There's an assassin!"
"Escort!"
"Where are the Praetorian Guards!"
Screams, shouts, the shattering of cups, plates, and bowls, the clash of swords... The hall was suddenly shrieked into chaos.
Xiao Yi sat on the dragon chair, calmly raised his eyes, glanced outside the hall, and said quietly: "Be quiet!"
Xiao Yi's voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating and could be clearly heard in the noisy and chaotic hall. As soon as Xiao Yi opened his mouth, it was like a needle that calmed the sea, and the chaotic Chaoyang Palace gradually became quiet. Everyone looked towards the entrance of the hall.
There was silence outside the main hall, so quiet that there was no sound of wind. The three-foot-high vermilion door quietly opened. Against the backdrop of the dark night outside the hall, it looked like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth.
The Imperial Guards in the palace concentrated their defense at the entrance of the palace, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Xiao Yi picked up the jug and poured himself a cup of rice wine. When the wine went down his throat, he sneered in disgust: "It's too light."
"Strong wine is harmful to the body." Lin Feifeng's slender eyes slightly curved and she advised softly, "Although the rice wine is light, Your Majesty should not drink too much."
Lin Feifeng said, taking a tea cup and replacing the wine glass in Xiao Yi's hand.
The emperor's calmness calmed the anxious and panicked ministers. Everyone sat quietly, waiting for the upcoming changes.
A moment later, countless men in black appeared outside the Chaoyang Palace. They fought with the imperial guards guarding the palace. Their swords saw blood and their swords penetrated flesh. For a moment, the palace was filled with a strong smell of blood, and hot blood splashed everywhere.
When the generals present saw this, their blood boiled up. They picked up the ownerless swords on the ground, stepped forward, and fought with the man in black.
Xiao Yi sat on the dragon chair without moving his eyebrows and looked at the people fighting with cold eyes.
"These people don't look like assassins, won't Your Majesty avoid them?" Lin Feifeng said.
"If Zi Tong feels unwell, you can leave first." Xiao Yi turned his head and looked at her.
"What do you fear, my concubine?" Lin Feifeng raised her eyebrows and said loudly.
Anyone with a discerning eye has noticed that these men in black are not ordinary assassins, but well-trained and organized troops. Among them are short swordsmen for close range, spearmen for mid-range attacks, and archers for long-distance attacks.
This is not an assassination, this is a war.
The Imperial Guards are very strong, and all of them are highly skilled in martial arts, but their duty is to guard and protect, not to fight. Therefore, there is no chance of winning against a well-trained army.
In less than two moments, almost all the imperial guards were wiped out. Except for Du Yang and the four masters who were still standing beside Xiao Yi, the rest were all tied into a ball and piled in the corner of the hall.
"Ha." Xiao Yi snorted coldly and smiled coldly.
At this time, the men in black lined up neatly, filed in, and stood around the main hall, completely surrounding the Chaoyang Hall.
"Where did you come from, these rebellious officials and traitors, how dare you raid my Tiansheng Palace!" An old man stood up, threw his cup on the ground, pointed at the man in black and shouted angrily.
When everyone saw it, it was Mr. Guo Yiguo from Yushitai.
At this time, a man walked out of the crowd in black. He was about 20 years old, tall and handsome, with sharp eyes. He held a long sword in his hand and the blood on the tip of the sword dripped all the way.
As soon as he saw this person, Guo Yi immediately fell silent and could no longer speak. The ministers also fell silent collectively, and even the expressions on their faces became very subtle. After all, this person cannot be said to look exactly like Xiao Yi, it can only be said that he is carved from the same mold.
There was no need for anyone to prove his identity. Everyone knew at a glance that Prince Xiao Wei was back and led an army to fight back.
Lin Feifeng's eyes narrowed and her hand holding the tea cup tightened. She glanced at the ministers in the palace, and finally stopped at Lin Zhipeng. Lin Zhipeng nodded quietly and slightly. Then, he picked up a cup, crushed it with his hands, and hid the fragments in his sleeves, ready to wait for an opportunity.
Xiao Yi raised his eyelids, glanced around the messy Chaoyang Palace, and said quietly: "Is the fight over?"
"The fight is over. Is this your imperial guard? It's vulnerable!" Xiao Wei taunted arrogantly.
He stood in the hall, even though he was covered in blood, his sharp edge could not be concealed.
"As Prince Tiansheng, they are also your imperial guards."
"Bah! I don't care about being the prince!" Xiao Wei spat.
"Bang!" A very clear sound suddenly sounded in the hall.
Everyone took a sneak look and saw that it was Xiao Yi who flew over from the dragon chair, waved his hand and slapped Xiao Wei with a loud slap in the face.
Xiao Wei's fair face suddenly became red and swollen. Xiao Yi's palm left no force at all.
That crisp sound made all the officials feel pain in their faces.
Xiao Yi stood in front of Xiao Wei, squinted at him, and said quietly: "In front of me, who do you call me Lao Tzu?"
"Believe it or not, I will kill you!" Xiao Wei was furious and raised his hand suddenly, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Xiao Yi's throat.
Xiao Yi smiled contemptuously: "Just you?"
Everyone's eyes were also opened. For the first time in history, they saw people under siege being so arrogant. Emperor Yuan Jing was definitely the first person.
Xiao Wei's eyes were fierce, he raised his sword and stabbed Xiao Yi directly. Xiao Yi pointed his toes, and his body suddenly lifted up several feet to avoid the sword edge. Then he twisted in the air and swung his hands out. The strong wind hit several large acupoints around Xiao Wei's body. Xiao Wei hurriedly took a few steps back before he could avoid it.
Seeing Xiao Wei avoiding him, Xiao Yi looked at him seriously. Then Xiao Yi walked slowly back to the dragon chair, sat down calmly, and uttered two words softly and clearly:
"Disarm."
As soon as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, "puff" and "puff" sounds came one after another in the main hall. Under the bright dragon candle, countless dragon and tiger guards wearing mysterious clothes with silver and tiger uniforms flew down from the beams, and balls of silver light exploded in their hands. , shining and splashing in all directions, dazzling like fireworks.
Thousands of silver needles shot at the men in black around them.
When Xiao Wei heard the sound, he moved and plucked onions from a dry land, avoiding the silver needle. Then he turned his sword and stabbed it into the dragon chair.
Xiao Yi lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at him lightly, picked up the tea cup at hand, and the lid of the cup suddenly broke into pieces and shot out instantly, like a speeding arrow.
The real decisive battle only takes place in an instant.
In less than five breaths, the situation in Chaoyang Palace completely reversed. The hundreds of dead men in black brought by Xiao Wei have been completely suppressed by Xiao Yi's dragon and tiger guards.
All the ministers in the palace breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder His Majesty was so calm and unhurried. It turned out that he had already responded.
"Return to the Lord, all weapons have been disarmed." Lu Yun reported back.
"Tie them up and throw them all outside the palace." Xiao Yi ordered.
Lu Yun took the order and left.
Xiao Wei was restrained by Du Yang and another master, and he knelt down in front of the dragon chair. There were ceramic shards embedded in each shoulder. Blood was flowing. His sword fell to the side and was kicked away by Du Yang.
Xiao Yi picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip. He looked down at Xiao Wei and said quietly: "What do you want to do with such a big fanfare?"
Xiao Wei raised his eyes and said word by word: "Avenge your mother, pay with blood!"
