After discovering the high priest's goal, Huang Feiyan worked hard to find opportunities, but was secretly surprised at the same time.
This prince, who had been in a coma for seven years and missed out on the title of crown prince, had always been the subject of discussion in the capital. Although Huang Feiyan was not the kind of woman who was talkative, she was no stranger to Prince Shou.
On her wedding day, she was plotted against by Dong Yi. For seven years, she used her own willpower to contend with the evil methods of the high priest, and finally woke up. This move was promoted by Wen Zhong and was highly praised by the government and the public.
Even the ministers who originally disliked King Longevity could not help but admire this willpower, and Huang Feiyan was no exception.
Compared with the frail Wei Ziqi and Wei Ziyan, she always admired Kong Wu, the powerful and unworthy King of Shou.
Sometimes I think about it, if only King Shou had not been in a coma, she would not have been arranged by her father to marry Wei Ziqi.
But now it seems that King Shou has not escaped his bad luck.
The high priest of Dongyi actually traveled thousands of miles deep into the hinterland of the Great Shang Dynasty to get rid of King Shou.
What hatred or grudge?
Not only was the hatred between the two puzzling to Huang Feiyan, the high priest's determination was even more difficult for her to understand.
You must know that it is easy to get in but difficult to get out. Even if the high priest can sneak into the royal capital, once he attacks King Shou and exposes his whereabouts, he will be surrounded immediately. By then, Grand Master Wen Zhong and her brother Huang Feihu will let the old man go.
leave?
The status of the high priest in Dongyi is comparable to that of the clan leader "Yi". In order to kill a prince who has been unconscious for a long time and is no longer taken seriously, what is the purpose of putting himself in danger of falling?
The high priest obviously also knew that this trip would lead to a near-death escape. The closer he got to Prince Shou's Mansion, the slower and more cautious his steps became, and tortoise shells and animal bones even appeared in his sleeves, colliding with each other.
"He is divining good or bad luck!"
Although Huang Feiyan's body was out of control, her eyes could still move.
Then, her eyes were crooked, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she made a funny expression as she looked at the high priest.
The most important thing in this era is divination. All the upper-class people, whether they are Dongyi Quanrong or Dachang, have some understanding of divination.
Even if you can't, at least you can understand it.
So at this moment, Huang Feiyan vaguely saw that the high priest had counted three times, and every hexagram was a big disaster. If he stayed behind closed doors, he would still be in trouble from the sky.
"The key to the omen of the demise of our Nine Barbarians at the hands of the Yin and Shang Dynasties lies in the third son of Emperor Yi. I must kill him this time and never repeat the failure of seven years ago!"
But looking at the hexagram of death, the high priest calmed down, and his cloudy eyes became extremely firm.
After a while, everyone was approaching Prince Shou's Mansion, and there were fewer and fewer people on the road. When they turned into an alley, the high priest slowly turned around and looked at Huang Feiyan.
Huang Feiyan knew that the other party was going to kill him.
She still couldn't get rid of the other party's control. She was in pain and unwilling to accept it, but she had no choice but to close her eyes and wait for death.
"How dare you, thief!"
Fortunately, at this moment, a roar of thunder suddenly fell from the sky. Before anyone arrived, two long whips arrived first like dragons and struck at the high priest.
"Wen Zhong!"
The high priest uttered a name that the Jiuyi tribe was most afraid of, took out a cane from his arms, and blocked Wen Zhong's male and female dragon whips with a snap.
When the two powerful men clashed, Huang Feiyan's maids all collapsed to the ground, unable to move. Huang Feiyan also felt the unprecedented ferocious energy and blood, but the hope of survival surged up and she struggled desperately for luck.
Bang!
Finally, amidst the surging air waves, she fell to the ground and was disgraced. However, she finally gained control of her body and immediately hid behind Wen Zhong.
"General Tiger Girl!"
Wen Zhong protected Huang Feiyan, glanced at the little girl approvingly, and then looked at the high priest: "You actually brought the Jiuli Staff. It's really a blessing for me as a great businessman. You can keep it with me as well as the treasure!"
Wen Zhong's Taoist practice is already one of the few among the three generations of Jiejiao. As a grand master of a country, he is blessed by the fortune of the country in the royal capital. The high priest can be on par with him, not because of his own great improvement in cultivation, but because of his hands.
The cane he is holding is called the Jiuli Staff, which is a sacrificial tool used to communicate with the ancient shaman clan. Seeing this treasure is like seeing the ancestral shaman.
Wen Zhong was not surprised but happy.
This is the Great Shang, not the Dongyi. The Jiuli Staff has its limits. As long as it is used up, the winner will be the Great Shang, and Dongyi's sacrificial utensils can also be captured, which is of great significance.
Sure enough, even if he was distracted to protect Huang Feiyan, Wen Zhong used his double whip to attack and defend, and gradually gained the upper hand.
On the other hand, the high priest, who was in the enemy camp, had already heard the sound of a large number of people approaching, and his face became extremely ugly: "How did you know I was here?"
He really didn't understand that he had been extremely careful along the way, and even after approaching Yiyi, he did not hesitate to control Huang Feiyan's movements to enter the city. It was incredible that Wen Zhong found him.
Wen Zhong said with a smile: "I have a Taoist friend named Han Zhixian who has taken a fancy to your Dongyi elixir. I was originally frightened by your protection and wandered outside, looking for opportunities. Unexpectedly, you left secretly and realized something was wrong, so I
Spirit Eagle informed me that your coming here is indeed detrimental to His Highness Prince Shou!"
Only then did the high priest realize that his whereabouts had been leaked by accident, and he sighed: "Could it be destiny?"
"It is God who bless the great businessman!"
Wen Zhong's eyes flashed when he saw it: "I, Dashang, will definitely destroy you Dongyi in the future, but you won't be able to see that day!"
This was a purely heart-wrenching remark. Unexpectedly, it hit the high priest's sore spot. He murmured to himself: "I must kill him! I must kill him!"
Huang Feiyan listened to the conversation between the two, and suddenly thought of the divination she had seen before, and an idea flashed in her mind: "I understand, the divination must indicate that His Highness King Shou will destroy Dongyi in the future, so this old man is desperate to kill Shou.
Your Highness!"
"Oh? Is this happening?"
Wen Zhong was startled, stroking his beard and said: "Your Majesty was originally not happy with His Majesty King Shou, who wanted to pass the throne to Wei Ziqi. Your arrival is a turning point. You are determined to change the future seen in the divination, but you don't know that the future will be decided by
Pushed by you!”
Huang Feiyan helped: "What the enemy doesn't want to see is what we want to do. After His Highness King Shou ascends the throne, he will definitely lead our people of Great Shang to wipe out all of you Dongyi barbarians and kill them all!"
"No! No!"
In the heart-wrenching words of the two people, veins popped up on the high priest's face, and he looked at Prince Shou's Mansion with an extremely ferocious look. The bead chain around his neck cracked directly, and countless souls escaped, quickly integrated into the Jiuli Staff, and nine souls flashed out.
In an instant, the sky was dark, the earth was dark, the sun and the moon were without light, as if returning to that day seven years ago, the old voice of the high priest turned into a deafening roar, spreading throughout the entire capital: