This result is very good for the current situation.
Feng Weihuan was stunned when he heard this: What on earth did the eldest brother do to ask the emperor to hand over the entire court to him?
When she looked at Wei Zi again, it was as if she were looking at a god.
The eldest brother controls the imperial capital, and the eldest sister-in-law leads the people out of the city. The two swords work together to turn the tide. It's perfect! I don't even dare to write it like this in the script!
While they were talking, an old man and a young man walked gracefully from the mountain road.
"Jushi Wei." The young Taoist priest Changsheng greeted Wei Zi enthusiastically.
"Taoist Master Baopu, Changsheng, I take the liberty of asking you two to come down the mountain. I have something to ask for." Wei Zi bowed to the two of them.
"Young Master Wei is polite, but it doesn't matter." Taoist Master Baopu looked at Wei Zi calmly and was secretly frightened.
"I'll ask the two Taoist priests to perform a play together later," Wei Zi said.
"Acting? What kind of acting? I can't act." Chang Sheng was very sincere.
"It's not difficult." Wei Zi smiled faintly, put her index finger to her mouth, and blew out a long whistle.
There was a chirping sound not far away, and then several big white birds spread their wings and flew over.
"Crane! There is a crane in Qingming Mountain!" Changsheng looked excited.
The crane circled Wei Zi twice and landed next to her. Wei Zi reached out and touched their heads, and whispered a few words to them in the language of the crane.
The crane chirps.
Changsheng's eyes widened: These cranes seem to be chatting with layman Wei!
"Invite two Taoist priests to perform a drama of 'flying on a crane'." Wei Zi said.
*
Imperial capital, royal palace.
In just one hour, Feng Danyuan vigorously purged the imperial army, guards, eunuchs and maids in the palace.
The prince followed him through the whole process and was amazed.
He deeply understood the gap between him and Feng Danyuan: he was a "paper talker", while the latter was truly "experienced in hundreds of battles". Their abilities were completely different.
At the same time, the dark thoughts buried deeply disappeared: he was actually afraid of Feng Danyuan's rebellion.
After seeing Feng Danyuan's methods, he could truly let go: with Feng Danyuan's ability, he would have rebelled long ago. Since Feng Danyuan didn't rebel, he really didn't want to rebel.
Containers of gunpowder were dug out of the ground.
The prince was shocked: "When was it buried?"
Feng Danyuan casually took out a bamboo tube, opened it, grabbed a handful of gunpowder, put it between his nose and smelled it carefully, and said: "The proportion is precise and the purity is very high. If it explodes, the power is several times that of ordinary gunpowder. Blow up the palace, it is indeed possible."
Got it. Tell me when you buried it——"
He curled his lips and raised his eyes to indicate the several palaces that had been obviously renovated: "It's the emperor's fortieth birthday. What a good excuse to renovate the house."
The prince was shocked: How many traitors are there in the palace?!
Feng Danyuan saw through the prince's thoughts at a glance: "The round just now was just a rough cleaning. There are always fish that slip through the net. After today's incident, you can clean it up slowly."
The prince asked: "Should I clean up? Will you help?"
Feng Danyuan glanced at him: "You are seventeen after the New Year. I won't help, you can do your own thing."
The prince looked at Feng Danyuan with nostalgia, did he really want to leave the Yun Kingdom? And he had no position to persuade him to stay...
Thinking of this, the prince felt regretful. If he had known this, he should have learned more from him.
