Every government office in the capital was immersed in a fierce atmosphere. Officials, big and small, were all gearing up, preparing to fight to the death in order to defend the Ming Dynasty in the court the next day!
Such a fanatical atmosphere could not hide from Emperor Yongle's eyes. At this moment, Zhu Di was in the Palace of Qianqing, with a dark face, listening to Zhao Ying's report.
"Your Majesty, those ministers may have rebelled." Zhao Ying said with a gloomy face, "It is said that they are going to unite and resign together, threatening the Emperor to veto the grandson's proposal."
"F*cking bitch!" Zhu Di smashed a glass lamp on the desk with one punch and said angrily: "You've rebelled, you've rebelled!"
"Your Majesty, do you want to arrest them all?!" Zhao Ying's eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "These civil servants are just bastards who won't give up!"
"Eunuch Zhao, what's your idea?!" There was actually another person in the Palace of Qianqing. He was the Commander-in-Chief of the Jinyi Guards, Zhongyong Bo Wang Xian. Hearing this, he sneered and said: "You want to make a funeral for such a great event as moving the capital. ?!"
Zhu Di deliberately allowed the factory guards to overlap their powers and responsibilities and supervise each other, so that the two sides would not collude and cover each other. Instead, in order to overwhelm the other side, they would work hard to run errands and expose each other's secrets.
Precisely because they understood the emperor's thoughts, Wang Xian and Zhao Ying never concealed their discord with each other. Whenever they played against each other, they would never end amicably and they would always end up in a fight. In terms of martial arts and scheming, Zhao Ying was better than Wang Xianqiang, who was so talkative, could not keep up with the flattery. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes in depression and said: "What nonsense are you talking about?! Our family is... protecting the authority of the emperor!"
"You're not bad at heart." Wang Xian chuckled, chuckled, and said nothing further.
"You!" Zhao Ying naturally didn't understand, and his old face turned pale with anger.
"Shut up!" Zhu Di roared angrily, glaring at the two blind spy chiefs, "You don't think I'm bothered enough!"
The two of them hurriedly shut up. After Zhu Di was quiet, Zhao Ying asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, arrest someone?"
"Catch the asshole!" Zhu Di rolled his eyes at Zhao Ying in displeasure. He was obviously persuaded by Wang Xian. How could the relocation of the capital, a grand event that is sure to be written down in the annals of history, turn into a farce? Or even a tragedy? Then This is absolutely unacceptable to him.
Zhao Ying felt frustrated and had no choice but to shut up. After a while, Fang heard the emperor ask: "What about those little ministers?"
"The ministers are like this, and the ministers are even more unscrupulous." Wang Xian said with a look of "worry and anger": "They jointly wrote a blood letter! They gathered to engage in collusion, and it is said that they will even die to remonstrate in the court."
"Death remonstrance?!" Zhu Di almost fainted from anger. That was the treatment only a subjugated king like Jie and Zhou could receive! He turned his attention to Zhao Ying, and saw that the latter hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
"Rebellion!" Zhu Di roared angrily, pulled out the Emperor's Sword on the shelf beside him, and smashed everything on the table to pieces.
Wang Xian and Zhao Ying watched from the sidelines. They were not breathing hard, but they were not afraid in their hearts. The old eunuch was used to seeing this. Wang Xian was still daydreaming, feeling that Zhu Zhanji was really an emperor. The two When people get angry, they smash things, which is very disrespectful.
After Zhu Di finished venting, Zhao Ying asked softly: "Your Majesty, what should I do?"
"You ask me, who am I asking?!" Zhu Di, with disheveled hair and a ferocious face, pointed his sword at the old eunuch and shouted: "A bunch of trash! If you don't know how to share my worries, and can't share my worries, what's the use of you?!"
"Your Majesty..." Zhao Ying called out aggrievedly.
"Get out!" Zhu Di roared and was about to strike him with his sword. Zhao Ying and Wang Xian had no choice but to retreat quickly.
After leaving the dormitory, the two of them could still hear the angry curses of Emperor Yongle inside. The vulgar voice was mixed with Jianghuai and Beidi dialects. It was so unbearable that it was unimaginable that it came from the mouth of Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty.
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After walking far away, the scolding gradually became softer. The two people, who were still in shock, looked at each other sympathetically and immediately remembered their respective positions. Zhao Ying glanced at Wang Xian and snorted: "It's all your fault!"
"Haha..." Seeing that Xianyun was already standing behind him, Wang Xian sneered and said, "Shit! If it weren't for me, you would have led the emperor into trouble!"
"How dare you scold me!" Zhao Ying's eyes widened. He hated this bastard Jinyiwei leader to death. "How dare you scold me again?!"
"Of course I have the guts." Wang Xian chuckled, looking at the old eunuch's crotch and saying, "You're envious..." After a pause, he cursed word by word: "You dead eunuch without eggs!"
"What did you say?!" The old eunuch was about to pounce on Wang Xian like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Xianyun suddenly blocked in front of Wang Xian, and the old eunuch struck out with a fierce palm. Xianyun calmly stretched out his left hand to block the old eunuch's wrist. The next moment, he clasped his hands round and used a Tai Chi move to neutralize the old eunuch.
A hateful blow.
The old eunuch missed the target and stopped making any moves. He retreated to his original position and put his hands in his sleeves, as if nothing had happened. He said to Wang Xian calmly: "Uncle, it's better to keep your moral integrity as a human being."
." Then he turned around and walked away, but his face was ashen.
"Damn eunuch!"
Behind him, Wang Xian's angry voice sounded again. The old eunuch almost vomited blood in anger, grunted, and left angrily...
"This damn eunuch will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't get scolded every day." Seeing that the old eunuch left, Wang Xian naturally wanted to leave. He glanced at the motionless Xianyun and said, "Are you okay?"
Xianyun was trying hard to suppress the surging energy and blood. His face turned blue and white for a while. It took him a while to return to normal. He coughed and said, "I'm not his opponent yet."
"You have only been practicing for a few years, why are you so anxious?" Wang Xian comforted him, and the two of them walked out side by side. Wang Xian asked as he walked: "By the way, why did your grandfather ask you to go back to Wudang Mountain?"
"Yes..." Xianyun's face turned red in a rare blush, and he said softly: "Let me go back and get married."
"Oh," Wang Xian was not surprised at all, because Xianyun had said before that he would become a Taoist priest after getting married. Although this was very cruel to his future wife, it was not his turn to talk about such things.
Immediately, a heartfelt smile appeared on Wang Xian's face. He punched Xianyun hard and said happily: "When are we going to get married? I'm going to have a wedding banquet?"
"It's not that fast." Xianyun said with a smile: "This time I go back for an engagement. We have to wait for half a year to get married, right?"
"Don't come back when you go back. The temples in Wudang Mountain have also been repaired. Please spend time with Master Sun." Wang Xian seriously asked: "No matter how advanced the martial arts is, Master Sun is still an old man. I definitely hope that you two can spend more time with him."
Accompany him."
"Yes, I thought that my grandfather had cultivated to the point where he had forgotten all his feelings," Xianyun said sadly, "but I heard from senior brother that he misses me and Lingxiao very much."
"Go back, let's all go back." Although Wang Xian was reluctant to give up, he still said categorically: "You should do your filial piety as early as possible, and regret it too late!"
"Yes." Xianyun nodded, and the matter was settled. After walking for a while, when he reached the palace gate, he stopped again and said with a grimace: "I'm afraid, I can't be the master of Lingxiao..."
"Why do you think you are a brother?" Wang Xian suddenly became depressed. In fact, his pretentious behavior was just to get Ling Xiao back to Wudang Mountain. As he spoke, Ling Xiao had been with him for more than five years.
A little girl who was twelve or thirteen, became a girl who was seventeen or eighteen. For so many years, they had been fighting and fighting together, going through life and death together, and they were already closer than biological brothers and sisters.
However, as Lingxiao gradually faded away, Wang Xian also began to have headaches. Compared to the nervous and ignorant Lingxiao girl, Wang Xian, an old man like him, naturally had more to think about. He knew that if he continued like this
If this goes on, something will go wrong... Maybe even Lingxiao herself doesn't realize that she already has some vague feelings for him. But Wang Xianyi doesn't have a Lolita complex, and secondly, he is in love debt, so how can he
Can you harm this girl again?
So although he was reluctant to give up, he decided to separate from Lingxiao when things were still manageable.
"If you have the ability, just say it!" Xianyun didn't take his advice and snorted coldly: "With her, your words are much more effective than mine, right?!"
"Uh..." Wang Xian subconsciously wanted to shirk it, but when he thought that it was better to settle his own affairs, he stopped abruptly, nodded and said nothing.
But when he thought of that willful and indulgent little ancestor, Wang Xian felt his head tremble...
"I won't go back!"
Sure enough, after listening to Wang Xian's arrangement, Ling Xiao's screams resounded throughout the courtyard.
"What are you doing?" Wang Xingye was taking a nap in the sun. He was startled and woke up: "A sudden shock?"
Aunt Wang was watching her youngest son and grandson crawling on the ground. When she heard the noise, she said angrily: "Who is making a noise? What if you scare the children?!"
Before he finished speaking, a white shadow suddenly ran over, got into Aunt Wang's arms, hugged her neck and cried loudly.
Seeing that it was Lingxiao, Aunt Wang immediately softened, stroked her satin-like hair, and comforted her softly: "What's wrong? Who bullied you? If you tell me, I'll kill him."
"Mother..." After hearing Aunt Wang's words, Wang Xian, who followed in, had a black line on his face.
"That's him!" Lingxiao Lihua pointed at Wang Xian with tears in her eyes and complained: "Godmother, he wants to drive me away!"
"Ah?!" Aunt Wang was surprised. After getting along day and night for so many years, she had long regarded Ling Xiao as her own daughter. What's more, Ling Xiao was the savior of their old Wang family. So Aunt Wang immediately stopped.
He picked up Wang Xingye's cotton shoes, threw them at Wang Xian's head, and cursed: "I'll beat you to death, you white-eyed wolf!"
"Mom," Wang Xian was depressed and thought, "Where are these things?" He turned his head to avoid his father's smelly shoes and hurriedly argued: "Listen to me, Lingxiao is already eighteen years old, she is a big girl now.
It’s time to go back to the Lord!”
"Uh, that's right." I looked at the poor little girl in my arms, and was surprised to realize that she was already as beautiful as a flower, tall and slim.