The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 78:
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Ning Yi smiled and said nothing. From Feng Zhiwei's perspective, he could only see a flash of dark light in his slightly drooped eyes.
After chatting and joking for a while, they dispersed. Feng Zhiwei sent them to the hospital. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief and rejoice that nothing happened to Shaoning, he suddenly heard the noise in the front yard. Someone shouted "There is an assassin!", followed by swords. The sound of intersection came.
Feng Zhiwei's heart tightened, and the princes looked at each other and ran away faster than she did.
A group of people were having a lively fight in the front yard. Guards from various palaces, dressed in various colors, were besieging two masked men in gray clothes. The two men had ghostly figures, fighting left and right, with long swords in their hands pointing east and west. , cold light flashed, and someone couldn't help but splattered blood on the spot, staggering out.
Feng Zhiwei looked at it for a while, but saw a problem.
One of the assassins had no target at all, and didn't even want to kill anyone. The sword in his hand was directed at the left shoulder of each guard, and no one was missed.
Just as the assassin was about to break out of the siege, a figure suddenly flew towards him. He was holding a huge thing in his left hand in mid-air. It was flying precariously. When he looked carefully, he found that what he was holding was actually the water lily used to plant water lilies in Feng Zhiwei's front yard. Large blue and white porcelain vat.
The man held the big vat of splashing water, crookedly jumped over the crowd who were fighting vigorously, raised his hand and smashed it, causing water lilies to fly and splash. The assassins were suddenly doused by the water, and subconsciously covered their eyes and retreated with swords. But the man who smashed the vat had already stepped out of the vat, raised his hand and struck a sword, and the cold light crossed over!
"Crack!"
The two swords intersected, and the sword light penetrated like sunlight. They swung and reached each other, and blood exploded!
The three of them each pierced a hole in the other's left shoulder.
The assassin swayed and disappeared behind the smoke. The two ran away in two directions.
The man who smashed the vat stayed where he was, covering his shoulders and gasping for breath. Feng Zhiwei recognized it for a while before recognizing it as Ning Yi's personal bodyguard, who seemed to be named Ning Cheng.
I just heard him look at the direction where the assassin was going, and said viciously: "Sima Guang smashed the vat, Sima Guang smashed all the vats!"
Feng Zhiwei was silent, thinking that Sima Guang smashing the vat was a legend passed down from Dacheng. But no one knew who Sima Guang was. Only Queen Shenying said it six hundred years ago that this was a demolition project. of.
There was a chaos, and all the princes were a little uneasy. While arranging their guards to chase them, they hurriedly said goodbye to Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei sent them out of the palace one by one, and looked in the direction of the imperial city, with a heavy dark look in his eyes. .
That night, the rapid sound of horse hooves broke the silence of Tianjie.
When the sky was getting dark, Prince Huzhuo beat the court drum outside the palace gate. The deep sound of the drum broke through the haze clouds and opened the deep green dawn in the sky.
The rumbling sound of the drum shocked most of the capital. This drum was set up outside the palace gate by Emperor Tiansheng at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China. It was used by courtiers and common people who had suffered strange grievances to kowtow, to show that civil affairs are like heaven, and the world is under heaven. male.
It's just that the threshold is too high, and ordinary cases cannot be called "strange injustices." This drum has gradually become a decoration, and now it makes a loud noise, shocking Beijing.
“Millions of Huzhuo’s subjects worshiped under Tiansheng Emperor. Now there is Huzhuo Feipeng Ministry guarding Dazhar. He was detained by the Ministry of Punishment for violating the criminal law, but he was poisoned by the prince of the dynasty, and he was deeply unjust. The culprit is free, and the twelve tribes of Huzhuo have sworn not to live or die with this beast. I am now begging the emperor to pursue the culprits with my sage ambition and repay my grievances caused by Huzhuo. I would like to inform you and listen to it!"
Under the huge drum, a Huzhuo tribesman wearing a dark green rimmed robe and a white cloth on his head was beating the drum vigorously, with his sleeves fluttering to reveal his strong arms.
The dawn broke through the clouds, the palace gates opened one after another, and for the first time in the dynasty, people kowtowed in front of the palace. The identity of the person who complained was unusual. Emperor Tiansheng gathered all the internal and external courtiers to ascend the palace at the fifth watch.
The sunlight passed through thousands of jade steps like a sharp sword, and the white stone square seemed to be floating in the clouds. In a pale white mist, someone in dark green clothes, wiping his forehead with white jade, holding a corpse in both hands, came proudly.
Carry the body into the palace!
The courtiers in the whole palace were shocked and all looked at him.
The Emperor Sheng was sitting there with a very ugly expression on his face.
The man walked all the way, his hands slightly stretched out, holding a stiff corpse in his arms, covered with morning glow and mist, and roaring in the wind. He didn't care at all how shocking this move was in this supreme place in the world.
The guard in front of the palace stopped his spear and shouted: "How can the emperor be so impudent in front of you? Get back quickly!"
With a "Crack" sound, thousands of guns were like a forest, forming an iron-walled abyss.
"You are not allowed to bring corpses into the temple, right?" The man in the mist looked up and smiled, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and then put the corpse down.
Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that the usually domineering Prince Wang finally obeyed the law for once.
The man suddenly struck like lightning!
He reached out a hand as hard as steel, inserted it into the heart of the corpse, cut open the corpse with his fingers, and quickly took out a piece of liver!
The Changying Guards on both sides of the jade steps, who were accustomed to seeing **** scenes, all turned soft and softened. With a "cang", a young guard who had just entered the Changying Guards was so shocked that he dropped the golden gun in his hand.
"You're not allowed to bring the body. I'm bringing the evidence of poisoning. It should be done this time, right?" The man at the foot of the stairs spread his palms flat, his face unchanged, and his voice came out from afar, like a sharp line, forcing into everyone In human ears.
"Xuan!"
The long sound of the report seemed to fall from the sky, and the man was happy and unafraid, and went straight to the Golden Palace with his liver in hand.
"Your Majesty!" As soon as he entered the hall, he went straight to the seat and showed the liver before the ceremony was finished. "My subordinates were innocent victims, but now the liver of the sufferer is here! The poisoned liver, The color is green and black! If your majesty doesn’t believe it, you might as well ask the hospital to have it examined!”
The princes and generals were fine. All the civil servants in the palace looked like they were vomiting and backed away. The man turned around and smiled sarcastically at them.
Feng Zhiwei, who was at the bottom of the bachelor's class, only now saw clearly the appearance of Prince Huzhuo, who had recently become famous in the imperial capital.
He is tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyebrows. The light honey-colored skin in his open clothes is moist and radiant, but it is not as dazzling as his peculiar eyes. When viewed from the front, they are amber-colored and as rich as wine, but when viewed from the side, they are faintly sparkling. It shines with faint purple light, turning sideways in the sunlight, dazzling like colorful gems.
His facial features, at first glance, are not very delicate, but once he has an expression of movement, they immediately fly like a dance, reminding people of the undulating grass tips under the golden sunlight of the thousands of miles of grassland.
The crown prince of King Huzhuo, He Lianzheng.
He looked back, Feng Zhiwei raised his head, and their eyes met. He Lianzheng looked into a pair of misty and distant eyes, filled with curiosity and doubt, but without fear or disgust.