As the sky grew dark, lanterns were hung in the corridors and pavilions of Prince Wu's Mansion, and countless imperial guards and black policemen walked through and inspected.

In the large garden behind the palace, a burst of fire would rise from time to time, then explode in the sky and turn into dots of stars all over the sky. The woman's words could still be faintly heard:

"Wow……"

"The Queen Mother, this is fun, you can spin circles on the ground..."

"Mother, be careful..."

…

In the large garden, several palace maids held palace lanterns and looked around fearfully.

The Queen Mother, who was wearing a dark red house dress, held a fire folder in her hand and lit various fireworks.

Fireworks were collected from Jianyang City by Hongyu's order from the imperial army. The largest ones can even explode into a colorful flower in mid-air, which is much prettier than the ones bought casually by Ye Jingtang.

But after all, having fun is only fun if you have someone to accompany you. Setting off fireworks here alone with the palace maid, no matter how beautiful it is, seems a bit monotonous.

The Queen Mother looked at the fireworks flying in the air, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes. She was probably secretly complaining that Master Xuanji had left her here again when she went out to enjoy herself.

The Queen Mother was not the only woman in the palace who found her boring.

On the observation floor near the garden, Dongfang Liren was wearing a python robe and sitting behind the gorgeous book bank.

The few veterans accompanying him stood in front of the desk with the compiled accounts and rosters, and were seriously describing various affairs.

Dongfang Liren is very serious about his work and never neglects his work, but no matter how patient he is, he can't stand these old ministers' nagging.

Especially the chief officer from the Ministry of Revenue who came to investigate King Wu's private property could clearly calculate how many kilograms of soy sauce was left in the kitchen and reported it to her to show how rigorous he was in doing things.

The minister handled things so meticulously that Dongfang Liren couldn't be impatient. He even had to show approval and listened carefully to the minister chirping about the names of the dishes.

After listening for an unknown amount of time, rapid footsteps were heard outside.

Tap tap tap...

A chief arrester of the black yamen, holding a letter in his hand, ran towards this direction from the corridor, and Yaoyao hurriedly spoke:

"Report! Jun...Junshantai..."

The voice was out of breath, and it sounded like it was rushing back from outside at full speed.

The courtiers at the desk stopped talking when they heard the urgent tone that was similar to the one from Beiliang.

Dongfang Liren's heart skipped a beat, and his face changed slightly - Ye Jingtang just set out for Junshan Terrace yesterday morning, and he must have just arrived today. If the people below suddenly reported the news so eagerly, something must have happened.

Dongfang Liren stood up quickly, jumped out of the window, landed at the bottom of the observation building, and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened over there at Junshan Terrace?"

The Chief Inspector of the Black Yamen came to Dongfang and approached the people, bowed and saluted, panting like a cow and said:

"Dao... Dao Kui... has been replaced! Master Ye became famous in a battle at Junshan Terrace this morning. He beat Lord Junshan to the point where he vomited three liters of blood..."

"ha?!"

Dongfang Liren's expression was stunned, and then he looked incredulous:

"He knocked Xuanyuan Chao down?"

The chief officer of the black yamen looked proud:

"The head catcher who used to investigate the movements of Junshantai saw it with his own eyes, and the news is absolutely true. It is said that the battle was quite brutal. Lord Ye first used the Eight-step Crazy Sword to break the Dragon Slaying Order, and then used the Dragon Slaying Order to break the Eight-step Crazy Sword and beat Junshanhou directly.

I'm autistic and begging for pleasure at the top of my voice..."

"Xuanyuan Chao is dead?"

"No, it is said that Lord Ye said, 'Kill you, you will dirty my knife', and then he hugged a beautiful woman and walked away on the waves. His grace is comparable to that of a fairy..."

"..."

Dongfang Liren listened to the Chief Hei Yamen's excited description of the scene at Junshan Terrace. While he was overjoyed, he also felt regret in his heart.

After all, if a warrior becomes Wu Kui, he will be the number one scholar among scholars, and it only happens once in a lifetime. It would be a pity for her to miss this grand occasion for the rest of her life...

Really, why didn’t you go there with Master yesterday...

Just when Dongfang Liren was regretting it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and frowned and asked:

"Why is he riding away on the waves with a beautiful woman in his arms? Who is he holding?"

"Well……"

The Chief Inspector of the Black Yamen knew that Prince Jing and Lord Ye had an unclear relationship. Hearing this, his expression froze in excitement. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and explained quickly:

"It may be that people in the world are spreading rumors, mistaking the Imperial Master for Master Ye. Master Ye fought bloody battle with Dao Kui and was probably seriously injured. It is reasonable for the Imperial Master to help him step down..."

Dongfang Liren suddenly realized it, and his expression became anxious:

"How are the injuries in Night Terror Hall?"

"I don't know. Defeating Xuanyuan Dynasty head-on would be a serious injury at least. I just hope it doesn't hurt the roots, otherwise..."

When Dongfang Liren heard this, he was naturally anxious. He immediately wanted to leave. After taking a few steps, he turned back and said in a deep voice:

"King Wu has been brought to justice. Let the imperial army pack up and prepare to break camp immediately. Once the king has finished handling the trivial matters, he will immediately escort King Wu back to the capital."

"promise!"

…

——

The next day.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, the warm morning light shone from the sky, and Yunmengze ushered in the autumn light all over the lake.

The lake is as flat as a mirror, and the person and bird on the bow of the boat are reflected under the water.

Because Master Xuanji wanted to be the flower protector, it was rare that he did not drink the fragments. At this time, he made a small table on the bow of the boat, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it, and a vermilion wine gourd next to him. He sat sideways behind the small table and raised

The pen outlines the crowds of people on Junshan Terrace, coupled with the lake light and autumn sun, it has the air of a worldly master.

In addition, there is a long pole inserted next to the small case, with a string hanging from the top, hanging into the water to catch fish.

The bird squatted next to it and looked at the lake. Originally it was afraid of scaring away the fish and didn't dare to make a sound, but after waiting for a long time and seeing no movement, it couldn't help but spread its wings:

"Jiji?"

It means ‘You have no conscience, can you do it?’.

After spending many days together with Master Xuanji, he gradually became able to understand what Niao Niao meant, and responded slowly and with a sense of magic:

"Fishing means 'the willing one takes the bait'. If you don't ask, you won't come; if you do, you will come if you don't ask..."

"grumble?"

The bird's head is full of question marks, which probably means - if you want to take the bait, you must have a hook. How can you catch breakfast with just a rope?

Seeing that Master Xuanji was useless, Niaoniao was a little unhappy, so he decided to make enough food and clothing by himself, and jumped into the lake with a sudden move.

Wow~~

…

The windows in the cabin were open, and several weapons were leaning against the wall.

Ye Jingtang put on a clean black robe and lay flat on the mat using the package as a pillow. After medication and a night's rest, his complexion has returned to normal, but it has been a hundred days of muscle and bone injuries, and it is not that easy to think of a solution.

, I definitely won’t be able to do anything again before returning to Beijing.

It was a dreamless night, and I didn't know how much time had passed. When I felt the light was a bit dazzling, I opened my eyes to check, and found that there was already a rising sun outside the window.

"Well……"

Ye Jingtang frowned and propped up his body. He felt that his whole body was floating, not uncomfortable but a little weak. After sitting for a while, his hands and feet regained their strength.

He looked back and forth and heard something moving outside, so he stood up and pushed open the hatch. When he looked up, he saw the birds turning themselves into drowned rats and flopping on the lake.

Ye Jingtang shook his head secretly, came behind Master Xuanji, lowered his head and looked at the painting case.

Although Master Xuanji looks unreliable, he is actually good at both civil and military skills, as can be seen from his two disciples.

Xuanji's painting style is very similar to that of Dongfang Liren, but because of his deeper experience, it looks more natural. The lines are simple and the ink is light, but the atmosphere and expression are outlined in detail.

The content of the painting is a scene of three people standing on a thousand-foot stone platform in high spirits after he won the battle.

Night Terror Hall originally thought that the huge crowds of people as the background were just casual outlines, but when I looked closer, I was surprised to find that although the crowd was blurry, I could feel everyone's movements and emotions through the blurred lines.

He could even recall the young heroes or heroines he saw yesterday through these vague strokes.

Ye Jingtang leaned closer and praised:

"The painting is really good."

Master Xuanji didn't look back, and casually opened another covered paper next to her, and the picture on the paper came into view - in the cabin, a stunning heroine in white as snow, carrying a sword to protect the man behind her, with a concentrated expression on her face.

The enemy, looking at the door.

And behind the stunning heroine, the protected man was standing behind the girl with no clothes on. The area covered with rags was pressing against her plump and perky buttocks...

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To be continued...