Everyone quickly knelt down, widened their eyes, and looked behind them. They saw a group of people approaching in a mighty manner not far away. The leader held high the dragon flag, which was golden and dazzling. The one at the end was carrying the Luan sedan, majestic and domineering!
The one who shouted was Eunuch Meng who was beside the emperor. He was about fifty years old and was in very good condition.
Wearing the eunuch uniform of the palace chief steward, holding a handle of Buddha dust in his hand, he looked at the arena like a spirit.
The officials trembled and even those who should have knelt down knelt.
Eunuch Meng came over with a smile: "Ministers, this old slave is just sending a message to the emperor, asking these contestants to compete in another place. The emperor said that this year there will be no competition for martial arts, but for talent."
If you don’t fight with martial spirit, fight with talent?
How to fight?
The officials were all sixty-two-foot-tall monks scratching their heads.
But since Eunuch Meng has spoken, things must be done.
First, they found a teahouse closest to the arena, settled the emperor, and then invited several contestants and judges to go upstairs.
Qu Luo thought: Fortunately, the emperor showed up in time, otherwise that person might have really ruined the arena match!
There is a private room in the teahouse. The private room is very large and uses fine incense. It is warm as soon as you enter the room, making it easy to relax.
Nangong Baiye couldn't help but yawned and raised his eyes lazily.
The emperor is sitting on the soft couch, holding a teacup in his hand. He may have been invading power and his high position for many years. He has deep eyebrows and is obviously handsome but has a domineering look. He is not wearing a yellow robe, but is dressed in brocade, but even in casual palace clothes,
The sleeves are also embroidered with gold thread dragon patterns. Just like him, no matter how gentle his smile is, he still hides his coldness in looking down on all living beings.
Nangong Hongyan knelt down with a snap, and with blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth, she cried and said: "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me!"
The emperor chuckled and looked very approachable: "Isn't this Xiao Qi from the Nangong family? What's going on? Are you wronged?"
Nangong Hongyan sniffed and pointed at Gong Baiye: "Hongyan's injuries were all caused by this woman! She also had an accomplice, a scholar, and that person actually said he wanted to kill me! They simply despised Wang's law.
!Your Majesty, you must punish them!"
"Oh?" The emperor focused on Nangong Baiye, showing no signs of happiness or anger.
Nangong Baiye didn't care and just smiled: "Your Majesty, the competition in the arena has always been about fists and feet. I was just defending myself."
Eunuch Meng:......
Can someone knock out their front teeth in self-defense?
This little kid is so interesting.
The emperor also laughed: "In that case, Xiao Hongyan has nothing to be wronged about."
"Me!" Nangong Hongyan clenched her hands and said with a suffocated look on her face: "There is also that scholar! I didn't offend him at all, but he said he wanted to kill me!"
The emperor raised his eyebrows: "What about the scholar?"
"Ahem, cough!" Qu Luo pointed to Nangong Hongyan. The man was standing in a dark place. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell what he looked like.
The emperor looked sideways, and the corners of his smiling mouth froze, and even the tea cup he was holding tightened significantly.
He suddenly stood up from the soft couch, frightening the officials.
If it weren't for Eunuch Meng's voice: "Your Majesty." He would have ignored the occasion and cursed "You stinky boy...".
However, he soon laughed: "Dear ladies, it's okay. I just sat for too long and stood for a while."
The officials took a deep breath and laughed too.
Nangong Hongyan looked strange, and even Nangong Rui'er, who was sitting outside the private room, felt something strange, but she didn't think much about it.
Only Nangong Baiye's eyes flashed with light, and he looked at the "scholar in black" with more inquiry.
The emperor seemed very displeased and his tone became darker: "Is what Hongyan said true?"
The scholar in black didn't speak. He lowered his head as if dusting his clothes, as if no matter how big things were combined, they were not as important as the clothes he was wearing.
The emperor wants to scold the streets again!
There was no other way. Qu Luo, who was very good at reading people's faces, had no choice but to secretly push His Highness with his hand.
"Don't you want your hand anymore?" The scholar in black finally spoke, looking at Qu Luo with a slight frown on his face, with an indescribable evil look in his eyes, which meant that he disliked him for being dirty.
Qu Luo also wants to scold the street!
Who the hell is this person!
The emperor smiled, but held it back, pretending to be serious: "Do you know your guilt?"
"What crime?" The black-clothed scholar's voice was lazy, but it was heavy in the ears. The metallic texture seemed to be able to draw away people's souls, but the words he said were not pleasant to the ear.
The emperor boasted: "Someone accuses you of wanting to kill her."
"When did I say that?" the scholar in black asked simply, and then added: "I don't remember."
Nangong Hongyan took a breath and pointed at the scholar in black with trembling fingers: "You, you, you..." She had never seen such a shameless person!
Murong Shaofeng clasped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, the last general can testify. Mr. Luo also heard it, right, Mr. Luo?"
Qu Luo, who was named, shrank his neck: "Ahem, this..."
"Just thinking about it, I didn't take action." The scholar in black curled his thin lips. Although he had an ordinary appearance, but at that moment he was bright and bright: "Is it illegal to even think about it?"
It turns out that this person is so angry that he will not pay for his life!
Nangong Baiye began to lament that he was still a little weak in verbal violence and was not as good as this one.
The emperor coughed lightly.
Eunuch Meng is such a shrewd person. With this unusual attitude, he has already sensed something fishy.
He spoke as if he was embarrassed: "Your Majesty, as far as I know, there is really no such crime in this criminal law. The young master is young and promising, and the seventh lady is lively and lovely. There must be some misunderstanding."
What Eunuch Meng said was really good. Neither party was offended, and the emperor nodded with satisfaction: "Then according to Little Mencius' opinion, how should this case be resolved?"
"Since it's a misunderstanding, it can't be called a case. The old slave has clumsy eyes and a stupid mouth. He feels that the most important thing now is to select a person with both ability and political integrity to assist the emperor. The common people are still waiting for the "number one"
Who will be the winner?" After Eunuch Meng said this, he respectfully stepped aside. As he stepped back, he couldn't help but look at the scholar, but he didn't think there was anything different about this young man. Why did the Emperor... Hey?
, forget it, as a slave, as long as he can figure out half of the holy will, it will be good. No matter how much he thinks about it, he will not live a good life.
The emperor nodded, and the matter was basically over.
But Nangong Hongyan was not the master who could bear it when she was angry. She shouted with a bad expression: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't do this! They are obviously..."
"Little Hongyan, haha." The emperor interrupted her with a smile, his eyes filled with ice: "Although I don't leave the palace, I know a lot about the affairs of the capital. You didn't abide by the test rules, lost the game, and bit others.
Cheating and using the power of the Nangong family to oppress others. You said I shouldn't do this, so I have to ask you, what should I do? Huh?"
Nangong Hongyan blushed and shouted: "These are two different things. The emperor should put that..."
"Hongyan!" Nangong Ruier, who was outside the private room, hurriedly ran in, knelt on her knees, and pushed Nangong Hongyan to the ground. She was beautiful, so her words were gentle and approachable: "Your Majesty, Hongyan
She has been used to being wild in the mountains for many years, and her grandfather often said that she has a very informal temperament, but she needs to be taught a lesson, and she talks nonsense on weekdays, so she loses her rules in front of the Holy Master. Rui'er begs the Emperor to atone for her sins."
The emperor smiled and said: "What crime is not guilty? Little Mencius, why don't you help him up quickly?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Nangong Rui'er responded sweetly, with cuteness in her words, but the opposite viciousness in her eyes. She looked at Yaomei, who was unconvinced, and then at Nangong Baiye, who was standing in the distance.
It left a layer of imprints.
It's all this bitch's fault!
Wherever the members of the Nangong family go, they are not supported by everyone, and even the royal family cannot blame them hastily.
But now, the emperor is obviously angry.
All the actions of this bitch are like slapping "Nangong Yuan" in the face.
Just damn!
Nangong Hongyan's eyes were also filled with hatred, and she looked like she wanted to tear Nangong Baiye apart.
Facing the vicious gazes of the two sisters, Nangong Baiye just smiled, turned his eyes lightly, and looked down the teahouse. The two little people were standing side by side. The person holding them behind him was the third prince Bei Mingxun.
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He waved to her, smiled as softly as water, and lifted his robe with one hand, as if he was about to go upstairs.
It turns out that he invited this emperor...
"Father." After Bei Mingxun came up, he coughed lightly and saluted the emperor. A burst of medicinal fragrance overflowed from his long sleeves and spread all over the room.
The emperor smiled and nodded: "Xun'er, you set the rules for this martial arts competition. It's up to you to tell me how to compete."
"Yes." Bei Mingxun responded warmly, stretched out his hand and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, on which a few lines of words were written in large blood stains: "November 11th, Youshi (equivalent to 17 Beijing time)
(to 19:00), a death show will be held near the ring. The person who left the message - Shen Yuan."
Death show?
November 11th, Unity time?
Not now!
Nangong Baiye's eyes tightened, and his eyes flashed slightly when he looked at Bei Mingxun.
Nangong Hongyan yelled, "Who is so disgusting? You actually use paper to write on paper and perform some kind of death show to scare who?"
"This piece of paper appeared in the palace five days ago. The person who submitted the letter is not clear, and the purpose of the letter is not clear either." Bei Mingxun said gently: "It is almost the time of death in the notice. People from the Yamen
This place has been surrounded. If there is no murder, all you need to do next is to find out who wrote this letter."
"What if a murder occurs?" Nangong Baiye stretched out, walked over, took the ghost coin in his hand, looked around, and smiled with his eyes lowered: "Will the murderer be found?
Who will win?"
Nangong Hongyan snorted: "How could a murder happen? Didn't you hear the third prince say that this place has been surrounded? I think this letter is just a show of force. Let my grandfather go and investigate and everything will be solved.
!”
"Mr. Nie has already seen it." Bei Mingxun smiled politely: "He didn't see the problem."
When Nangong Hongyan faced Bei Mingxun, her voice was obviously weak, and she was a little shy: "Since grandpa didn't see the problem, it means nothing will happen."
"Ha..." Nangong Baiye put his hands behind his head, looking lazy.
Nangong Hongyan said angrily: "Why are you laughing!"
"Threatening letters are generally divided into two types." Nangong Baiye handed the dark coin in his hand to the scholar in black: "One is anonymous, and the other is signed. As for the signed letter, from the perspective of criminal psychology
Just to make people remember him. It can be seen that he not only writes casually, but also takes action at any time, and this letter happened to appear in the palace, which means that the person who wrote the letter is not afraid of committing a crime. Ha, if I guessed correctly, it
It should be included in the emperor's memorial."
The emperor smiled: "How do you know?"
"Taste." These two words were said by the scholar in black. He put the paper on the tip of his nose, and the evil spirit that could not be suppressed emerged from the corners of his eyes.
Nangong Baiye nodded: "Well, it's the smell. The smell of Yanlong ink is very strong. The emperor must like this ink very much. He even wears it on his body.
This is the smell, and so is the paper."
"What about criminal psychology? What book is it?" Mr. Qu was curious about this.
Nangong Baiye is a little embarrassed, she can't explain modern terms to a group of ancient people, right o□o
"That's not important. What's important is that this murder will definitely happen!"
Nangong Hongyan obviously didn't believe it and curled her lips slightly: "If you want to attract the attention of the third prince, you don't need to say this. You really do everything to seduce people."
Bei Mingxun listened quietly, then coughed and laughed: "Father, I came in such a hurry that I forgot to introduce you." As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Nangong Baiye, and said in a smooth voice:
"This is the noble person invited by me from Qingcheng Mountain, and the second disciple of the exorcist master - Miss Bai Ye."
What!
Exorcist, apprentice of the master of exorcism?!
Nangong Hongyan was stupid, her mouth was open, she was very stupid.
Murong Shaofeng was also shaken and looked at Nangong Baiye with shock in his eyes!!
Nangong Rui'er bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled.
Back then, my grandfather went to Qingcheng Mountain three times just for the exorcist master to accept him as his disciple.
After all, she asked herself, among her peers, no one had better qualifications than her!
But the exorcist master didn't even look at him. Instead, he broke into the palace and occupied the seventh prince's demon palace.
After a lot of hard work, I finally got His Majesty the Seventh Prince under the door.
The exorcist master once said: "In this world, the only one he likes is Beiming Liancheng, and there will never be another person in your life."
But now!
That bitch turned out to be the apprentice of a master exorcist!
Damn it, what kind of charm did she use?
"Ahem, cough..." Just when everyone was shocked, Mr. Luo secretly glanced at the scholar in black again, wanting to see how he would react when he saw his junior sister...
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