The cold-faced middle-aged man said, looking at Yang Ji with fear.
This guy is so powerful. The four generals are all unique masters on the battlefield, but he actually defeated them all in one encounter.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have killed all four of them.
These are all strong men brought back by the prince from the battlefield. Their strength is secondary, and the most important thing is their loyalty and trustworthiness. They must not die here like this.
"test?"
Yang Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper with a look of surprise. But in his heart, Yang Ji was not surprised.
His resume and files were not perfect at all. From the first day, Yang Ji knew that such a day would come, but it just came a little later.
And unlike what the cold-faced middle-aged priest said, this is not a simple test at all. If you weren't very strong and quick in reaction, your death just now would be your real death.
General Fan didn't hold back at all with his sword, he was just rushing to kill the target. If he died, his death would really be in vain.
The young prince Jiuding would never even frown, and he didn't even remember such a thing happening.
"Of course it's a test, otherwise, if I take action personally, you think you can stop it!"
The cold-faced middle-aged worshiper Sen Leng said:
"Also, explain this!"
"boom!"
He turned his palm, and a thick, envelope-like shadow was thrown out by him, towards Yang Ji. Yang Ji reached out to catch it and saw it clearly.
What kind of envelope is this? It's basically a dossier.
Yang Ji opened the file with one hand and pulled it out. As expected, it was all filled with his own files. It was also mixed with investigation information about the young prince Jiuding.
"Your token was sent by a guard in the palace. There is no accident. It should have fallen into Yiqi Sect first, and then was given to a man named Zuo Taichong. Yang Ling, explain why this thing is there
In your hand?"
A cold-faced middle-aged man worshiped him. His expression was already cold enough without any pretense, and wherever he looked, his bone marrow seemed to freeze.
"Hahaha. Is this why you hit me hard?"
Yang Ji laughed loudly, with an "angry" look on his face.
He had already thought about this problem before he came, and it was not surprising at all. But his face did not show it at all. He had already thought about it countless times about what should be done and what should not be done.
The hall was quiet for a moment. It was obvious that Yang Ji's laughter was the first to catch everyone and had a certain effect. At least there was a little surprise in the eyes of the three strong men in the army.
The news they received was that this guy was a spy with evil intentions. He was sent by a hostile force. Therefore, there was no need to hold back on him and he was to be killed.
But judging from the other party's behavior, it seems that he is not coming back that way at all. If he is a spy, that's fine. If not, but he sincerely seeks refuge with the young prince, that would be bad.
Being ambushed by four of his own assassins, anyone who is treated like this will be furious.
The three of them looked at each other and felt a little relaxed.
"Hmph! You'd better explain it first. Don't tell me, you are Zuo Taichong!"
The cold-faced middle-aged man worshiped Dao, his heart was as solid as stone, and he was not moved by Yang Ji at all. He was determined to kill Yang Ji with one palm if he couldn't give him a satisfactory answer.
With his strength, he can still do it.
"Hahaha, Sir, I will definitely give you this explanation. It's just that we sincerely came to seek refuge with the young prince, but we ended up being treated like this. Is this the way the young prince Jiuding treats guests?"
"My lord, I have to give you a satisfactory answer to this matter!"
Yang Ji's voice was resounding. A pair of eyes stared at the old and new cold-faced middle-aged priests with incomparable sharpness. When they came into contact with Yang Ji's gaze, even the cold-faced middle-aged priests couldn't help but feel a little relaxed in their hearts and were moved by it.
Although Yang Ji's information was very different from what they knew, other reasons could not be ruled out. After all, suspicion does not mean that there must be something wrong.
"Young Master Yang, you'd better tell me the origin first. Where did you get this token?"
The cold-faced middle-aged worshiper said with a cold face.
"Hmph, didn't you already tell me? This token belongs to Zuo Taichong, so I naturally got it from Zuo Taichong."
Yang Ji sneered.
"What about Zuo Taichong?"
The cold-faced middle-aged man said, this is the key. The token was in Zuo Taichong's hands, but it was this mysterious Yang Ling who came, and Zuo Taichong was nowhere to be seen. It would be strange if he didn't say it was not suspicious.
.
"Haha, Sir, if you want to see Zuo Taichong, don't worry, you can see him right away in less than two months."
Yang Jidao.
This reversal came as a big surprise. The cold-faced middle-aged monk was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to come back to his senses:
"You mean, Zuo Taichong will come too?"
He thought about the various answers that Yang Ji might give, including various excuses, but he never expected that it would be this kind of answer.
It seemed that my guess was wrong.
"Of course, Zuo Taichong gave me the token. Why won't he come?"
Yang Ji asked back. This explanation was so powerful that the cold-faced middle-aged priest looked hesitant and was speechless. His momentum also dropped a lot.
"You said the token was given to you by Zuo Taichong, why didn't he come over by himself?"
The cold-faced middle-aged man said, quickly catching the problem in Yang Ji's words.
"Hey, I know you don't believe it. Fortunately, when we parted ways and handed the token to me, Brother Zuo had already anticipated this situation, so he wrote a special letter. With the strength of Jiuding Palace, this letter was
, it shouldn’t be difficult to find out whether it’s true or false.”
Yang Ji shook his hand and handed over a letter he had written in advance.
Yang Ji was good at imitating, and even He Sikong couldn't tell the authenticity from the fake at first. Now it's not a problem at all to pretend to be Zuo Taichong's handwriting to deceive the little princes of Jiuding.
Even if Little Prince Jiuding and the others confront each other with this letter, they will never find anything wrong with it. In fact, even if Zuo Taichong comes back to life, Yang Ji doubts whether he can tell whether it is his own handwriting.
call out!
Yang Ji flicked his fingers and popped out the envelope. The letter smoothly flew several feet in the air, was pulled by an invisible force, and fell into the hands of the cold-faced middle-aged priest.
He did not read the letter, nor did he open it. In fact, even if he was asked to read it, he would not be able to tell whether it was Zuo Taichong's handwriting.
Prince Jiuding's Mansion is not that powerful, even the handwriting of a person like Zuo Taichong can be distinguished.
However, the cold-faced middle-aged monk had already believed it in his heart. Yang Ji was too calm, so calm that he could not doubt it. If all of this was false, then his acting ability was too strong.
The most critical thing is that Yang Ji's explanation makes sense. He can't figure it out at all. What's the point of Yang Ji touching him? After all, if Zuo Taichong will arrive in two months, he will be able to tell the truth from the false by then.
, Yang Ji’s disguise is meaningless.
In his heart, he still believed him a little.
"Sir, is it time for us to give me an explanation? I sincerely came to seek refuge with the young prince Jiuding, but in the end I was treated like this. Yang is not blind yet, and those few cuts just now seemed to be more than just a test.
.This is too chilling. Aren’t you going to give Yang an explanation?"
Yang Ji said with a stern tone, half of it was to occupy the commanding heights and suppress the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper, but the other half was sincere.
Although the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper's momentum was much weaker now, if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation for the situation just now, Yang Ji had no doubt that these people would definitely kill him if they surrounded him heavily.
"Hahaha……"
It was too late to speak, but it was so fast that Yang Ji's voice had just fallen, but a burst of young and clear laughter rang out. Bang bang bang, all the covered doors and windows around the hall were opened, and beams of light were projected in from the outside.
Deep in the official post, behind the opened palace door, golden light flickered, and four men who looked like guards walked in from the outside with cold faces and without saying a word, carrying a pair of golden chariots.
On the golden chariot, a young prince's son, wearing a dragon's brocade robe, with a lazy face, was clapping a folding fan and looking at Yang Ji with a smile.
"Little Prince Jiuding?!"
Looking at the young master on the golden chariot, a light flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he judged the identity of the other man almost instantly. Although this man looked lazy, Yang Ji felt a strong sense of superiority from him.
Yes, the smell of power.
This kind of thing can be cultivated just like practicing martial arts, but it is innate and oozes from the bones. Yang Ji could smell this smell in this young master.
This was the first time he saw him, and Yang Ji looked at him very carefully. Although he looked lazy, there was no hint of laziness in his sharp eyes.
"This little prince of Jiuding... doesn't look simple!"
Yang Ji thought to himself.
"Listen to his words and watch his actions", it is difficult to see many things by looking at him this way. However, from the first impression, this little prince of Jiuding at least has his own thoughts and does not look like a puppet.
For Yang Ji, most of his worries have undoubtedly been eliminated. However, how successful the plan will be depends on listening to his words, watching his actions, watching his performance, and slowly getting in touch with him.
"How about it, Sir? I told you that Mr. Yang will be fine. You just don't believe it. Now that you've tried it, you should believe it."
The young prince of Jiuding waved his fan gently on the golden chariot, smiled softly, turned his head and looked at Yang Ji again:
"Young Master Yang, Mr. Shi was personally sent by my father from my prince's palace. He directly obeys my father's orders. I can't give you any orders. This time, Mr. Yang will be wronged. But Mr. Yang, don't worry. For those who sincerely surrender to me, I can help you."
I will never treat anyone who works for me badly, nor will I let anyone be wronged! Come on—"
The young prince of Jiuding didn't even turn his head. He waved and pointed at Yang Ji: