After receiving the news that Qian Ye had killed Zhu Qihen today, the generous third prince Yuan Miaoduo ordered his servants to prepare wine and food, and drank one glass after another happily.
When I was half drunk, I took the two maids to the adjacent bedroom to discuss several ways of writing the word "Kun".
At this time, their discussion is still ongoing.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. A guard quickly ran to the bedroom door, knelt down on one knee, and reported in a loud voice: "Your Highness! Mr. Feng and the three adults of the Zhong family just came from Binhai City.
News of his death!”
The movement in the bedroom suddenly stopped.
Then, there was a sudden sound of a woman screaming and falling.
After a period of messy movement in the bedroom, it became quiet again. Only the sound of footsteps quickly came to the door. He opened the wooden door and Yuan Miaoduo, dressed in white and brocade clothes, appeared at the door slightly messy, staring sharply at the door.
The guard asked in a deep voice: "What happened? Feng Junbo and the three brothers of the Zhong family are dead?"
The guard lowered his head and did not dare to look at him, "Yes! Your Highness!"
Yuan Miaoduo narrowed his eyes, "How did you die?"
Guard: "The news from over there is that Li Zhongwu, a contestant who participated in the "Martial Arts Champion" competition today, was attacked by four masked men on his way back to his residence. Li Zhongwu did not know the identity of the murderer, so he stood up and resisted.
During the fight, the four masked men were killed, and after Li Zhongwu informed the "Wu Zhuangyuan" program team about the incident, after the program team reported the case, they discovered that the four deceased were Lord Feng and Lord Zhong."
Yuan Miaoduo's face turned pale when he heard this.
Feng Junbo and the three brothers of the Zhong family are all top-notch masters under him.
It will be very useful when competing for a big position.
At present, the competition for the top position is becoming increasingly fierce, but these four masters suddenly died in Binhai City. In an instant, Qian Ye killed Zhu Qihen today and the good mood brought to him was wiped out.
Yuan Miaoduo was silent and didn't speak for a while.
Then, he took a deep breath, walked out of the bedroom slowly, walked under the eaves, squinted in the direction of Binhai City, and put his hands casually behind his waist.
The guard who had just reported the news to him slightly adjusted the direction of his kneeling and continued to remain silent.
After a long time, Yuan Miaoduo turned to look at the guard in front of him. He hesitated slightly, took off a jade pendant from his waist, handed it to the guard, and said in a deep voice: "Shan Xu! Take this dragon jade pendant that I have, go to Binhai City.
On the one hand, I am handling the funeral affairs for Feng Junbo and the others, and on the other hand..."
Speaking of this, Yuan Miaoduo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "I grant you the right to act cheaply. No matter what means you use, as long as you can kill Li Zhongwu and avenge Feng Junbo and the others, I will promote you when you come back! How about that?"
Do you dare to take the order?"
The guard who was kneeling on one knee stood in silence for a few seconds, then fell down. His kneeling on one knee became kneeling on both knees, with his head lowered and his hands raised.
"To serve His Highness, Shan Xu will die even to the death!"
Yuan Miaoduo smiled lightly and placed the dragon jade pendant in Shan Xu's hand.
He encouraged him smoothly: "Shan Xu, I know that your invisibility has been perfected for a long time. Although your combat power is not as good as Feng Junbo's and others, in terms of assassination skills, you are definitely the number one master under my command. I hope this time
Go to Binhai City and don’t let me down!"
Shan Xu put away the jade pendant, touched his forehead to the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, don't worry, Shan Xu will never disappoint Your Highness!"
"Great! Go ahead!"
Yuan Miaoduo waved his hand gently.
Shan Xu kowtowed, stood up and backed away. After taking a few steps back, he turned around and strode away.
As a powerful prince who could compete with the prince for the throne, Yuan Miaoduo had many masters under his command.
As soon as Shan Xu left, Yuan Miaoduo closed his eyes and shouted: "Come here! Bring Gu's cell phone!"
A maid with disheveled sideburns in the bedroom agreed and trotted quickly to bring his mobile phone.
Yuan Miaoduo dialed Qian Ye's number with a sullen face.
After the call was connected, he said softly: "Qian Ye! Don't stay in Binhai City. Leave immediately and come back!"
After a while, he put down his phone.
With the deaths of Feng Junbo and the three Zhong brothers, Qian Ye is already the only top-notch master in Yuan Miaoduo's hands.
Whether it was to compete for power or for his own safety, he felt that Qian Ye should be recalled as soon as possible.
Anyway, Zhu Qihen has been killed by Qian Ye, so it doesn't make much sense to let Qian Ye stay there to participate in the "Martial Arts Champion" competition.
In Yuan Miaoduo's view, Qian Ye doesn't need to prove himself on a program like "Wu Zhuang Yuan", let alone the high bonus for the winner of the "Wu Zhuang Yuan" competition.
…
About the same time.
East Palace.
Prince Yuan Miaocheng is hosting a banquet for the ninth prince Yuan Miaoshu.
Although Yuan Miaoshu was not very old, only 17 years old, he looked elegant, with red lips and white teeth, but he was thin in stature.
But throughout the country, no one dared to underestimate the ninth prince.
Because Yuan Miaoshu and Prince Yuan Miaocheng are brothers from the same mother.
Unlike other princes, they were all born to other concubines.
At this time, the two brothers were sitting in the side hall of the East Palace. Under the waiters of several palace maids, they were drinking wine and chatting.
The middle-aged prince Yuan Miaocheng looked a little depressed at this time. After drinking another glass of wine, he sighed and said: "Ninth brother, it would be great if you were older! If you were older, you could
It helps the emperor brother take care of his worries!"
At this time, Yuan Miaoqing's face was already red due to alcohol.
The face of the Ninth Prince Yuan Miaoshu became even paler due to alcohol.
Hearing this, Yuan Miaoshu raised his eyelids, looked at the prince with clear black and white eyes, smiled slightly, and asked: "Brother, what troubles have you encountered again?"
Yuan Miaocheng smiled bitterly, "It's nothing! It was Zhu Qihen who I had recently taken a liking to. He died in the hands of Qian Ye today in the ring of "Martial Champion". Alas!"
Yuan Miaoshu nodded slightly, "I have heard something at this time. Brother Emperor, I think the dead master is not worthy of your sadness. You are the prince, and all the talents in the world are waiting for you to choose. Why bother to do it for Zhu Qihen?"
depressed?"
Yuan Miaocheng glanced at him hazy and drunkenly, then suddenly laughed and shook his head, "Ninth brother! So you are still too young! If you were 5 or 10 years older, you would never be able to say such a thing!"
Yuan Miaoshu looked puzzled, "Why?"
Yuan Miaocheng's eyes became blurred, as if he was stuck in a certain memory, and he sighed: "The emperor is still on the throne, and we will always be the princes! The world... is the world of the emperor, and all the talents in the world are also the talents of the emperor.
!Even though Gu is a prince, there are still some talented people in the world who are not willing to be used by Gu!"
A strange color flashed in Yuan Miaoshu's eyes, and he leaned forward slightly, curiously asking: "Who is the emperor talking about?"
Yuan Miaocheng opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly his eyes regained some clarity, and the mouth he had just opened closed again.
Ruo looked at Yuan Miaoshu meaningfully and said with a smile: "No one! As a brother, I just have such self-knowledge. Come! Drink! Drink!"
As he spoke, he raised his glass again to signal.
Yuan Miaoshu's upper body, which he had just leaned forward, leaned back, smiled, raised his glass in toast, then took a sip of wine and put down the glass gracefully.
I don't know how much time passed, and the banquet ended.
The Ninth Prince Yuan Miaoshu left.
A tall and thin man walked out from behind the side door on the west side of the side hall. As soon as the man walked out of the door, he squinted his eyes and looked at the back of Yuan Miaoshu, who was slowly leaving.
Several palace maids in the side hall quietly retreated.
When only the tall and thin man and the prince Yuan Miaocheng were left in the side hall, Yuan Miaocheng asked in a deep voice: "Xiaoqing! What do you think?"
The tall and thin man withdrew his gaze and bowed to Yuan Miaocheng first. After standing up, he lowered his head slightly and said: "Your Highness, the Ninth Prince is not as simple as he seems on the surface. If we really want to implement our plan, we must be cautious.
That’s it!”
Hearing this, Yuan Miaocheng squinted his eyes, looked in the direction where the Ninth Prince had just left, and sighed: "I understand! Ninth Brother is smart. If there are any oversights in our plan, it will be easy for him to see through it. If he is older,
How old is he? If he can help Gu, Gu will not be willing to sacrifice him. He... is Gu's brother after all..."
After sighing at the last sentence, Yuan Miaocheng picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised his head suddenly, and poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth. When he put the glass down, tears still filled his eyes.
The tall, thin man with his head slightly lowered is none other than Liang Xiaoqing, the prince's adviser.
After listening to the prince's words, Liang Xiaoqing was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "Your Highness, I believe that the Ninth Prince will understand you in the future. If you fail to ascend to the throne, then not only him, but also many, many others will die.
Man, you have no choice but to do so!"
Tears suddenly fell from Yuan Miao's eyes.
He laughed at himself: "Yes! I had no choice but to do it! They forced me to do so! When I get to that position, I want them all to be buried with my ninth brother!!"
Liang Xiaoqing still lowered his head, even lowering his head, "Yes! It will definitely happen! Your Highness, there is an ancient rumor: Parents sacrifice to heaven, the power is boundless! You can even give up your own brothers, what can stop you?
What about ascending to a high position?"
…
Marina City.
evening.
Li Zhongwu sat by the window of the inn room, absentmindedly reading a book, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the mobile phone at hand.
He felt a little strange today.
He defeated Oleg, the previous champion of "Martial Arts Champion" in the ring today. Why hasn't Fang Xingtong contacted him yet?
Not only did you not call him, but you also didn’t send him a text message?
That's not her style!
Before their relationship was confirmed, she would take the initiative to send messages after every game he played to congratulate him and chat with him for a while.
As a result... today he defeated a master like Oleg, but she had no sound or image?
Did she have something to do today and didn't watch the live broadcast of "Wu Zhuangyuan"?
Such questions always lingered in his mind, making him unable to concentrate on reading.
After a while, just when he wanted to call her and ask her if anything had happened, his cell phone finally rang.
He hurriedly picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was Cao Kun.
Not her?
Li Zhongwu frowned slightly, but still answered the call.
Cao Kun: "Zhong Wu! Are you okay? Did the people in the patrol room make things difficult for you? Can you continue to participate in the following games?"
Li Zhongwu smiled and said, "No! The people from the program team probably prevented me from a lot of trouble in order to ensure that I could continue to compete. They accompanied the people from the patrol room to make a transcript for me and then left."
Cao Kun: "Oh, that's good, that's good!"
The two chatted for a few more words and then ended the call.
Putting down his phone, Li Zhongwu hesitated, then picked up his phone again and dialed Fang Xingtong's number.
He thought: She and I have already established a relationship, and she is already my fiancée. There is no need to wait for her to take the initiative every time we contact her in the future.
…
There is another inn a few hundred meters away, in a room on the 9th floor.
The ringtone of the cell phone continued, and finally, Fang Xingtong's eyelids, who were motionless on the bed, moved slightly, and then moved again.
With a gentle exhale, she slowly opened her eyes, turned her face slightly, and looked at the cell phone that was ringing persistently on the bedside table.
She frowned, pressed the sheets with both hands, struggled to push herself up, and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her groggy head vigorously.
After making sure she was awake enough, she reached for her phone.
Seeing that the caller ID was Li Zhongwu, her expression became a little helpless, and she took a deep breath before answering the call.
"Hello? Did the sun come out in the west today? You actually took the initiative to call me? How strange!"
As soon as she spoke, her voice returned to its usual relaxed tone.
But she looked obviously tired at this time.
"It's raining today and the sun is not shining!"
Li Zhongwu's voice came from the mobile phone.
Fang Xingtong was startled, and subconsciously turned to look out the window, only to see that the rain outside the window had stopped long ago.
She smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone: "Oh? Well, it rained over there at the seaside today? Did you get caught in the rain? You probably didn't bring an umbrella when you went to the arena in the morning, right?"
Li Zhongwu: "I'm fine. I'll just take a hot shower when I get back. What about you? What are you doing?"
Fang Xingtong raised her hand and pressed her temples, closed her eyes, and still answered in a relaxed tone: "Oh, you asked me to prepare for our marriage. My mother specially found some old people for me today and asked them to teach me.
What about the etiquette on the wedding day! Hey! Do you know? They talked about so many etiquettes that it made my head spin."
Li Zhongwu: "Have you learned etiquette for a day?"
Fang Xingtong: "No! I not only have to learn those etiquettes, but also practice them over and over again! I don't want to practice, but my mother said that I am a girl from the Fang family, and there will definitely be a lot of people watching me on my wedding day.
You see, so if I was rude that day, it would be magnified and spread, and then it wouldn’t be you and me who would lose face, but our entire Fang family’s reputation!”
…
On the other side of the phone, Li Zhongwu's brows had already furrowed.
He is a person who hates red tape. He gets a headache just hearing about etiquette.
The two chatted for a while, and she said that he was urging her to practice again, so she ended the call with him.
…
Fang Xingtong put down her phone and leaned back on the bed tiredly. Her face was not only tired but also pale.
But at this time she couldn't sleep for the time being.
Thinking about the sequelae caused by using Tian Ji Pu four times in a row in order to save him today, a wry smile appeared on her lips.
She has never experienced such serious side effects.
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