Chapter six hundred and thirty seventh assassination
Qi Yuanhao's face was full of dark clouds one moment, but the sun was shining brightly the next moment. He stood up and laughed loudly: "Your Majesty said something serious. It is Yuanhao's great fortune to see Shaoxia Zhuo today. Yuanhao believes that with Shaoxia Zhuo,
With his heroic posture, he will definitely become another legendary master in the future. I would like to congratulate Your Majesty in advance!"
As soon as the words "Legendary Master" came out, the whole audience became even more shocked.
Because even the officials of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty understood the meaning of the legendary master and what these four words meant. For a while, many people who were originally cheering for Zhuo Mufeng suddenly had complicated expressions, and the scene gradually became quiet.
Le Qian sneered: "What a guy who hides his sword behind his smile!"
I am afraid that no emperor is willing to see the birth of legendary masters. Although the existing legendary masters are invisible and rarely interfere in world affairs, their existence is a threat to the five royal families.
Just imagine, for a high-ranking emperor, there are always a few people in the world who have the ability to break into the palace and even assassinate him secretly. Even if the success rate is not high, it is enough to make people fearful.
No emperor could endure such a thing!
For those legendary masters who have appeared, the five dynasties have nothing to do. But if the seedlings of legendary masters are discovered, what will the emperor do?
Just thinking about it made the three masters of the palace feel horrified, and they couldn't help but look at Zhuo Mufeng with great worry.
"The trees are as beautiful as the forest, but the wind will destroy them, hum!" Dongfang Lie gritted his teeth viciously, and grinned in an extremely sinister arc.
He was afraid of Zhuo Mufeng's talent. At this moment, his body was still chilling and his heart was freezing. But after hearing Qi Yuanhao's hint, he suddenly relaxed. Yes, how could he forget that the Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty
How could he allow someone like Zhuo Mufeng to live if he was so overbearing?
Sensing the strange atmosphere at the scene, Zhuo Mufeng was not stupid and couldn't help but get furious. Fortunately, he was quite deep in the city. He just glanced at Qi Yuanhao and didn't show it, but he cursed in his heart.
At this time, Le Qian suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice: "The words of the Crown Prince of Northern Qi are wrong! There are countless people in the world, but from ancient times to the present, how many legendary masters have been heard? People of that level need not only heaven but
It requires more opportunities."
Knowing that Le Qian seemed to be belittling himself, but was actually trying to protect himself from the butcher's knife, it was difficult for this old boy to dare to jump out, and Zhuo Mufeng felt a warm current in his heart.
The gloom in the eyes of the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty flashed away, and he laughed and said: "What the Master of Yuefu said is true, but what Yuan Hao said is also reasonable." After a pause, the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty suddenly said: "Zhuo Mufeng is young and brave, and his skills are amazing.
I was even more willing to take risks to save the Crown Princess of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and someone came and gave her the Beihong Sword!"
The old eunuch beside him was slightly startled, but without any hesitation, he said sharply: "Give me the Beihong Sword!"
The scene was in an uproar. No matter the three palace masters, Dongfang Lie, or even Dongfang Changkong, they all showed disbelief.
It should be noted that the Beihong Sword was donated by the Western Chu Shenbing Pavilion many years ago. There are seven handles in total, and four of them have been given away now. The four recipients are either Jiedu envoys or high officials. In short,
They were all very important figures in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
The Beihong Sword is a three-star weapon, and a top-level three-star weapon, but compared to the honor and significance it represents, the quality of the sword itself is not worth mentioning.
Now the Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty publicly rewarded Zhuo Mufeng with the Northern Rainbow Sword, which undoubtedly placed him in the same position as the Jiedushi and the feudal officials, or in other words, represented a strong sense of holy favor.
Could it be that Your Majesty is not vigilant and everyone guessed wrong?
For a time, all the officials were thinking about it, trying to figure out the holy meaning.
But no matter what the Eastern Zhou Dynasty emperor's deep intention was, at least on the surface, Zhuo Mufeng was really brilliant. Many people changed their attitude and praised him endlessly, cheering one after another.
Zhuo Mufeng naturally returned the favor one by one. In fact, he was still confused in his heart. Is the Beihong Sword very powerful? Could it be a four-star weapon? That would be a huge profit.
Qi Yuanhao narrowed his eyes slightly and sat back down.
Su Zhilan said softly from the side: "It seems that His Highness was wrong this time."
Qi Yuanhao looked at the Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty not far away for a long time, then suddenly smiled softly, raised his glass and took a sip of wine: "Wrong? I'm afraid not necessarily, some people like to be a bitch and erect a memorial arch at the same time, wait and see
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Having said that, Qi Yuanhao still felt depressed. If Zhuo Mufeng hadn't disrupted the situation today, his plan would have been successful. Originally, he only needed to overpower the Eastern Zhou Emperor in terms of momentum to facilitate the subsequent negotiations.
Qi Yuanhao knew that Northern Qi seemed to be in danger, but as long as Zhongzhou did not intervene, it could still resist Southern Wu and Western Chu for a period of time. During this period, as long as Northern Qi used some means, it could force Eastern Zhou to submit.
The only question is how much Northern Qi can gain from this alliance. This is the real purpose of his mission to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
It seemed that he needed to make another plan. Qi Yuanhao quickly glanced at Zhuo Mufeng in the field and hid the strange look in his eyes.
Not long after, several golden-armored guards stepped over. The leader held a silver-white sword with a length of three feet and three inches, and handed it to the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty through the hands of the old eunuch.
The Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty personally walked down the steps and came two steps away from Zhuo Mufeng step by step.
The two sides saw each other's faces clearly at close range. Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but secretly praise the other's majesty. The Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty also had a look of amazement in his eyes. He handed out the Beihong Sword with one hand and said loudly: "Mufeng, take it.
sword!"
Zhuo Mufeng said hurriedly: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" He bent down slightly, lowered his head, and raised the sword with both hands.
"Hahaha, I am very happy today. Not only did I appreciate the stunning dancing postures of everyone in Fengwu, but I also found a generation of peerless heroes in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. My dear friends, I will never come back until I'm drunk!"
The Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty turned around and stepped forward. His unparalleled majesty made all the officials bow to him and shouted: "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
The banquet continued, and the atmosphere was even more high-spirited than before. All the officials were smart people, and they couldn't figure out what the Emperor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was thinking, so they all pretended to be confused, pushed cups and changed cups, and drank and drank. It was very lively.
Zhuo Mufeng returned to his seat holding the Beihong Sword.
Since he was located relatively far back, the officials at the desk next to him were not very high-ranking, and they all enthusiastically raised their glasses to Zhuo Mufeng.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person with your hand, Zhuo Mufeng naturally returned the favor.
Seeing that the three masters of the palace, Qin Keqing and others were looking at him worriedly, Zhuo Mufeng smiled and said: "Everyone, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow. What are you doing with a sullen face? Drink."
His free and easy smile infected the others. Le Qian repeated: "I'm drunk today, but I'll be worried tomorrow. Hahaha, Mufeng, if you're not a Jianghu person, you can be a romantic scholar."
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Le Qian already had a dashing side in his temperament, and he thought that the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty would reward him with the Beihong Sword in public, so he would not be slapped in the face, and he would be safe from plotting against Zhuo Mufeng, at least in the short term. So he put aside his worries for the time being, and met Zhuo Mufeng.
Mufeng started drinking with his arms crossed.
The Red Fire Palace Master and the White Water Palace Master couldn't laugh or cry. This third child was too imageless. However, they were also amazed by Zhuo Mufeng's character.
Qin Keqing's face was complicated, looking at the heroic Zhuo Mufeng, it was difficult to look away for a while.
It's not just her. After the battle just now, the two palace ladies who were standing by and were already very curious about Zhuo Mufeng looked at Zhuo Mufeng frequently. When they saw that there was no wine in the glass, they immediately blushed and took the initiative.
Pour.
At this time, there was a special noise nearby. Zhuo Mufeng looked curiously and discovered that the phoenix dancer wearing colorful clothes was holding a wine glass and was coming towards him, attracting a lot of attention.
By coincidence, Feng Wu and everyone stopped in front of Le Qian's desk, raised their glasses and said, "Senior Le, I haven't seen you for a few months. Your style is even better than before. Feng Wu is so polite." He raised his snow-white neck and drank the wine.
All.
Le Qian laughed loudly, stood up and said: "Feng Wu, everyone is too polite. You and I are friends in the piano discussion. The so-called master comes first, so I should propose a toast to you as a senior."
He hurriedly poured the wine and drank it all too. This anxious look made the other two palace masters have black lines on their heads.
This was the first time that Zhuo Mufeng looked at everyone in Feng Wu from close range. At the first sight, and under the influence of alcohol, he couldn't help but shout in his heart that it was so beautiful.
Different from Wu Yuanyuan's enchantment, Qiu Rongshang's delicacy, Baiyi's sweetness, and even Su Zhilan's charm, the first impression given by Feng Wu is that of grandeur.
Her facial features and face are very majestic, with a perfect combination of bones and skin. Her elegance is a bit cool. Her outline alone can be called a peerless beauty.
His jade-white skin, red lips, and taller figure than ordinary men all give people a sense of oppression, but when he smiles, it's like a glacier thawing, enough to turn all living beings upside down.
No wonder this girl is so popular all over the country. This is Zhuo Mufeng's truest feeling in her heart.
His burning gaze soon caught Feng Wu's attention. Feng Wu's gaze shifted and Yingying smiled and said, "I have met Young Master Zhuo."
After all, Zhuo Mufeng was not an immature boy who had never seen the world. He just lost his composure for a moment. He recovered quickly and said hello in the same way.
Feng Wu came here just out of politeness and did not want to have an in-depth exchange with Le Qian, so she was about to leave. She heard Le Qian smile and say: "Feng Wu, everyone, last time you said that you wanted to meet the genius who made Xiaoyaoyou, how could you
I don’t know that that great talent is right in front of me.”
These words made Feng Wu stop, and said in surprise and surprise: "Where is that great talent?" Even the praise of the Emperor of Eastern Zhou Dynasty did not make her show this expression, which shows that she is indeed a person who loves music.
Le Qian chuckled and pointed at Zhuo Mufeng.
Feng Wu's beautiful eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't believe it. After a moment, she asked: "Xiaoyaoyou was actually done by Zhuo Shaoxia?"
Zhuo Mufeng saw surprise and suspicion in the other person's eyes, as well as some deep exploration. He felt a little numb for no reason, and quickly declined: "It doesn't matter, it was done by an elder in my hometown. I just happened to do it occasionally."
I just heard about it.”
Feng Wu was about to speak when a scream suddenly sounded from a distance, accompanied by a roar: "How dare you assassinate the prince!"