Yinzhen felt angry for a moment after hearing this. It was clear that Yinxiang had been targeting him from beginning to end, but now he was falsely accusing him. It was really shameless.
As for the leader of the guards, who was about to burst into tears, "My lord, please stop looking for petty happiness and calm down, okay?"
This time no one paid attention to him. In just a short while, Wenying and the others had already disappeared. It was too late to pursue them again.
Yinzhen, who had been holding back his anger, turned his anger on Yinxiang's head, and struck Yinxiang's head with one hand. If he doesn't teach this old man a lesson today, he will not be called Yinzhen!
Although Yin Xiang looked nonchalant, he was actually always on guard against Yin Huang making a move, so he reacted as soon as the steel knife in Yin Huang's hand moved. He swung the knife to block, and when the blades collided, a few points were knocked out.
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"Dang! Dang Dang! Dang Dang Dang!" The swords collided several times before they separated. The two men held the swords on each side. If you look carefully, you can see that the blades of the steel knives in their hands are not curled to varying degrees.
In the duel just now, both of them showed their true intentions and did not hold back.
Seeing that they were really taking action, the leader of the guards even wanted to die. He led everyone to kneel on the ground and begged them to stop.
Yinxiang brought the steel knife in front of him, blew lightly towards the gap and said calmly: "Brother Ninth is so strong, but the outcome of a fight between the two sides cannot be determined by strength alone."
"Aren't you the same brute force!" Yinzhen retorted, then pointed the knife at Yinxiang and said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's do it. Don't think that you are really great after learning the cropping technique for a few days."
"Humph, I'll give it back to you if the same thing happens!" Yinxiang replied unwillingly. Just when the two men's steel knives were about to touch each other again, a figure hurried over and stood between the two, and at the same time, a high-pitched voice sounded.
, "Oh, you two little ancestors, please stop, I'm begging you here."
The two steel knives almost stopped on Li Dequan's scalp at the last moment, but several hairs were still cut off by the sharp blades. This scene made others tremble with fear, and they secretly broke into a cold sweat for him. Fortunately, he had this
Courage, otherwise they would not dare to joke with their own lives.
In fact, Li Dequan was so frightened when he came back to his senses. Fortunately, he stopped, otherwise he would have had two knives stuck in his head. He patted his chest, which was just recovering from the shock, and said to Yinxiang and the others: "Let me tell you two things.
Little ancestor, why are you wielding a sword here?"
"Ask him!" Seeing Li Dequan coming, Yinzhen knew that he couldn't fight today, so he threw the steel knife to the ground. He might not care about a eunuch leader, but he couldn't care about the eunuch leader of Qianqing Palace.
He was Huang Ama's confidant. If the fight continued, he would file a complaint in front of Huang Ama, but no one would be able to get him.
"I don't have anything to say." Yinxiang simply threw away the steel knife and spread his hands and said, "I just got bored and wasted no time with Ninth Brother." As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Li De's body and followed behind him.
A petite figure appeared, but it was Ling Ruo. She came up to him in surprise and said, "Sister-in-law, why are you here in the palace?"
Ling Ruo wore a turquoise silk-embroidered silk banner outfit, with a pair of flying golden phoenix hairpins in her black hair, with a tassel of the same color as the outfit hanging down from one side, moving with her steps. She gave a slight blessing and said softly: "It's Li
My father-in-law was ordered to summon me to the palace." He said.
At this point, she glanced at Yinzhen who was not far away and said: "I just didn't expect to see such a scene as soon as I entered the palace. Those who know know that you are in trouble, and those who don't know think that life and death are facing each other. If
If it reaches the ears of the emperor, he should be unhappy again."
Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for Yin Zhen to hear clearly. She secretly blamed herself for being too impulsive just now. Although she was resentful about Yin Xiang deliberately letting Wenying run away, she did not dare to make any more trouble. She snorted coldly and wanted to leave.
, I didn’t expect Yinxiang to actually say from behind: “Brother Ninth, when are you free, we brothers will have another show.”
Yinzhen turned around and said coldly: "Okay, Thirteenth Brother is interested, and I, the Ninth Brother, of course have to accompany me."
After watching him leave, the guards finally heaved a sigh of relief and got up from the ground. Now they couldn't fight anymore. The scene just now really scared them to death.
Yinxiang was afraid that Yinzhen would go looking for Wenying again, so he cupped his hands towards Li Dequan and said hurriedly: "Then I'll leave first, and I'll go to the palace tomorrow to pay my respects to the emperor." Before leaving, he secretly raised his eyebrows at Ling Ruo.
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Don't look at Yin Xiang's thumb, but it is thick on the outside and thin on the inside. How can you not see that Ling Ruo's words just now were clearly meant for Yin Zhen, because he was afraid that Yin Zhen would not let go of the matter.
Ling Ruo smiled knowingly and said to Li Dequan, who was wiping away cold sweat: "My father-in-law is so courageous, I really admire him."
"Alas." Li Dequan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He continued to lead Ling Ruo to the Yangxin Hall and said, "How dare you, slave? I didn't even have time to change my mind. What happened to the Fourteenth Master last time?"
The emperor was so angry that he fainted on the spot. If this happens again now, how can the emperor, who is still ill, bear it?" At the end of the sentence, he looked sad.
"The emperor is ill?" Ling Ruo was suddenly surprised. When Li Dequan came to the palace today, he only said that he had been summoned to the palace by Kangxi's instructions, and did not mention anything else.
"Yes, the emperor has been ill for several days. He had been struggling to go to court before, but he had a high fever since last night and has not woken up. The imperial doctors are waiting in the Yangxin Hall, but they were outside for a while.
I haven't received any news yet, but today's morning meeting has been cancelled." Li Dequan expressed worry in his words.
Ling Ruo sensed something was wrong. Since Kangxi had been in a coma since last night, how could he summon him to the palace today? Is there something wrong with this, or was Li Dequan falsely passing on the holy metaphor?
When Ling Ruo probed him in a subtle way, Li Dequan smiled and said: "How can I have such courage? This metaphor may not necessarily be what the emperor meant, but it was definitely spoken by the emperor. Fujin doesn't need it."
Guess, you’ll find out when you go see the emperor.”
With that said, he took Ling Ruo, who was full of questions, all the way to Qianqing Palace, passed through many imperial doctors guarding there and headed to the inner hall. As soon as he stepped into the inner hall, he could smell the smell of medicinal herbs. When Li Dequan opened the door,
When the gauze curtains filled the sky and the ground, Ling Ruo saw the woman lying on the bed.
Kangxi was on the bed, covered with a bright yellow brocade quilt that represented the supreme power in the world. Who but the emperor would dare to use this color so unscrupulously. However, no matter how noble and supreme he was, he still could not get rid of the fact that he was an old man.
Looking at the haggard old man on the bed, Ling Ruo felt a little sympathy. The world only saw the aloof side of the emperor, but forgot that the emperor was also a human being. He also experienced birth, old age, illness and death, joys and sorrows, and saw his son and his concubines with his own eyes.
Fornication must have been an unimaginable blow to this old man. After holding on for so many days, he finally collapsed.