Chapter 316: Don't be afraid of ghosts, gods and kings
"grass."
This is not Wang Yiyuan's favorite battle scene.
Due to the rampant assassin activities these days, the entire palace is heavily guarded. There are three steps, one post, five steps, and one sentry. Every five minutes, a group of patrol soldiers will pass by.
Finding a safe and undetectable route between groups of guards is a delicate job, requiring special care and making good use of all obstacles, shadows, and visual blind spots of patrolling soldiers.
This kind of work of dancing on the tip of a knife should be done by an assassin who specializes in short weapons. It is really not enough for a strong man like Wang Yiyuan to do this.
If given the choice, Wang Yiyuan would rather just raise the [Yanyue] sword and cut all the way from Changle Palace to Penglai Road.
But...it's a game.
You can't really give up on a task just because you're not good at it.
In the darkness, Wang Yiyuan was seen holding his breath, silently waiting for the patrol in front of him to pass - the next second, he was like a shell, rushing towards the next dark corner!
"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound.
Wang Yiyuan felt his eyes go dark, but he used too much force and hit a stone buried in the shadow on the roadside. He fell into a "dizziness" state for several seconds.
Damn it, do you have any sense of public morality?
What bastard is throwing such big rocks everywhere! Believe it or not, I will chop you to death in minutes!
"Who?!"
The patrolling soldiers reacted very quickly. As soon as they heard the noise, they immediately trotted over.
At the critical moment, Wang Yiyuan was not afraid in the face of danger. He endured the discomfort caused by [dizziness], but he took out a cloak-like thing from his backpack and put it on his body. The next second, Wang Yiyuan's figure disappeared.
It's gone, but there's another big identical stone in its place.
[Mimetic Cloak] (disposable prop)
This prop from the Japanese Ninja can simulate your body shape into a nearby natural scene. It will not automatically expire unless it is actively removed or attacked.
Damn, this was a good thing I just bought in exchange for it, and it’s just gone.
grass.
"Where did it go?!"
The soldiers left angrily. Before leaving, they reluctantly stretched out their spears and poked around in the bushes.
Wang Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief while hiding under his cloak.
Fortunately no one went to check the rocks at the site.
Alarm cleared, move on.
It's strange to say - the further you move forward, the density of guards becomes less and less.
In the darkness ahead, bursts of tearful music could be heard from time to time, echoing in the boundless night and the surrounding old palace pavilions, sounding particularly scary.
On the horizon, I don’t know when it started to thunder.
I saw a flash of lightning, and on a huge building in the distance, the three words "Changle Palace" were shining brightly.
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Changle Palace.
This was originally the place where the Queen Mother lived during the Western Han Dynasty.
After Dong Zhuo moved the capital to Chang'an, he occupied Weiyang Palace, which was originally the emperor's residence, and placed the young emperor Liu Bian under house arrest in Changle Palace.
It was already the third watch, and Liu Bian was sitting alone among the gorgeous pavilions, gently stroking a guqin.
"Your Majesty, it's late at night and it's time to rest."
But Liu Bian seemed to have never heard of it.
Liu Bian's piano skills are not bad. When the strings are played, the notes dance with the wind, forming a beautiful movement.
Music is not a language. It is obviously a cheerful "Qiao Qiao Qiao Qiao" (note: this is a guqin piece written a thousand years later), but Liu Bian's playing makes him cry.
There is an unconcealable sadness and despair inside and outside.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? It's time to rest."
"Your Majesty? The wind has picked up. It looks like there will be a thunderstorm. Take a rest early!"
Liu Bian continued to strum the strings as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Humph, since you like playing the piano so much, please play slowly. I will retire now."
Seeing that Liu Bian was unwilling to pay attention to him, the eunuch dressed in Changqiu clothes was not in a hurry, but turned his head and left.
Liu Bian's current status as emperor is only in name only.
All government orders were drafted by the Shang Shufang, and Dong Zhuo signed them directly after confirmation. Liu Bian was not even qualified to take a look at them.
And all the attendants and guards in Changle Palace, including Da Changqiu, were spies sent by Dong Zhuo, just to prevent Liu Bian from escaping again, and naturally they were not willing to leave Liu Bian with a good look.
Liu Bian has changed a lot since he was put under house arrest by Dong Zhuo during this period - he is not stupid, but he was protected too well by Empress Dowager He before, so he was a little naive and out of place.
The reason why I am alive now is not because of my good performance or Dong Zhuo's kindness. It is just that I am still valuable to Dong Zhuo right now.
You will be fine until the use value is squeezed out.
In this case, it's better to be...arrogant.
I saw Liu Bian continuing to caress the strings, looking at the surging thunderclouds outside the window, and thinking of his current tragic experience, and suddenly felt something in his heart. For a moment, artistic germs were causing trouble, and he couldn't express his unhappiness with poetry.
"ah--"
"Ah ah ah, ah, you are paralyzed! You stayed up in the middle of the night and acted like a ghost here?! Look at the beating!"
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Liu Bian felt miserable.
These years have been rough. First, my father suddenly died of a sudden illness, and I became the emperor in a daze. Then, Zhang Rang, Yuan Shao, and Yuan Shao all robbed Dong Zhuo.
Dong Zhuo, in particular, even had his own mother and queen poisoned to death, and would kill in front of him at every turn, which had a great impact on Liu Bian's young mind.
But no matter what, as a nine-five-year-old in name only, no one has ever dared to hit me.
Liu Bian can no longer remember the situation at that time. He only remembers that he was playing the piano and reciting poems alone in the palace, and suddenly something unexpected happened. Liu Bian felt a powerful force directly hit the back of his head, and then he fainted.
passed.
"Emperor? Your Majesty? Wake up!"
When Liu Bian woke up, he saw a familiar face in front of him.
"Who are you……"
"Your Majesty, I am King Zhijinwu Yiyuan! I was the one who saved you during the Shichangshi Rebellion!"
Oh, yes, I remembered it.
"I... am a little dizzy. Did Aiqing see who attacked me?"
"Ahem, what? A sneak attack? When I came here, I saw you lying on the ground asleep."
I saw Wang Yiyuan's small eyes twinkling, radiating sincerity from the inside out.
Well, it was Wang Yiyuan who did it.
I can only imagine that the majestic king of a country stayed up late at night and played the piano in the hall pretending to be a ghost.
Moreover, this Liu Bian didn't take any beatings. Wang Yiyuan swore that he just patted the opponent's scalp lightly. Who would have thought that he could knock Liu Bian unconscious directly?
"Don't worry about these details. I am here to deliver a message to His Majesty on the orders of His Majesty King Chenliu!"