Regarding this fake magic pen, it is indeed a worrying matter for Li Xiangyang.
What Xia Shang was worried about was exactly what Li Xiangyang was worried about, and both of them agreed on this point.
If someone among the people uses this fake magic pen to build momentum, and the real magic pen in his hand cannot be taken out casually, and if everyone in the world believes it is true, the emperor will know that Li Xiangyang is doing something bad.
But if you want to have a head-on conflict with these martial arts people, you will obviously suffer great losses.
It is obviously unrealistic for Li Xiangyang to fight for it knowing that it is a fake.
When Li Xiangyang was worried about this matter and didn't know what to do, news suddenly came that someone had solved the whole problem.
How could this not make him feel happy? As long as it was proven that the magic pen in the hands of Honghuahui was fake, then Li Xiangyang could report that the magic pen was still missing.
As long as the magic pen does not fall into the hands of a certain person, there will be room for change, and you will have a lot of time to study the magic pen in your hand.
Thinking about the magic pen, Li Xiangyang became sad again.
From the moment he got the magic pen, this guy looked at the magic pen in a daze almost every day. Even when he was sleeping, he would take it out and look at it for a long time.
But looking at it, this magic pen is just an ordinary pen, and I don't think there is anything strange about it. The only strange thing is as the soldier who reported earlier said, that the hair on the tip of the pen is a bit hard.
What a mustache pen.
Of course, Li Xiangyang would not think that the pen in his hand was a rat-whisker pen, but he had to admit that after hearing what happened in Yunhai Pavilion, he felt that the pen in his hand was somewhat similar to a rat-whisker pen.
Just as he was thinking about it, the soldier who suddenly left reported back: "Your Highness, the rat-whisker pen has been bought back."
Li Xiangyang was stunned: "So fast?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, for some unknown reason today, there are vendors selling these rat-whisker pens in the streets and alleys of Suzhou. It seems...it seems to have been arranged by someone."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiangyang had a bad premonition inexplicably, and whispered: "Show me."
The soldier held up the pen with both hands. The moment Li Xiangyang touched the pen, his whole body trembled and he immediately stood up.
"This...this...is this the Rat Whisker Pen?"
The soldier was a little frightened, and the tone of His Royal Highness's words was obviously strange. He responded timidly: "Yes... it should be right? That's what those vendors said."
Li Xiangyang didn't say anything more, but his face, which had been glowing just now, suddenly turned green, and the hand holding the pen was trembling: "This... this... this is impossible!"
While Princess Nishang was admiring the scenery, she heard her brother's strange tone and came over to take a look: "What happened?"
Li Xiangyang couldn't hear what others were saying at all, staring at the pen in his hand and trembling all over.
This pen couldn't be more familiar. He looked at it day and night, countless times! Even if he didn't take it out for comparison, he was sure! This rat-whisker pen was exactly the same as the magic pen in his hand!
Previously, I was still laughing at the Red Flower Club. The magic pen they thought was the same as a pen made of mouse whiskers, except for a pure gold barrel.
Previously, he was still complacent, thinking that the Red Flower Society was a group of fools and thinking that he was the smartest person in the world.
He didn't expect reality to slap him so quickly!
"Impossible! Impossible!"
Li Xiangyang suddenly ran downstairs like crazy, knocking over many people along the way, and ran all the way to the street, where he saw the vendor carrying a load of writing brushes.
"Stop!"
Li Xiangyang gave a low drink.
The vendor was startled, and before he could speak, Li Xiangyang held down the stall.
"What kind of pen is this?"
"Rat... rat whisker pen."
"All of them?"
The hawker nodded.
Li Xiangyang grabbed it randomly and knocked over the shelf. The pens on the shelf fell to the floor.
These pens are all of the same style, exactly the same, and Li Xiangyang is very familiar with them.
Seeing the pen here, Li Xiangyang's head buzzed and he howled miserably: "Ah!"
Just a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground exhausted.
The soldiers who came later were startled. Several of them supported Li Xiangyang, and several of them grabbed the hawker, and almost at the same time they wanted to draw their swords.
The vendor was so frightened that he peed his pants and begged for mercy.
The soldiers were in charge of this, and when they were about to stab him, Li Xiangyang stopped him: "Wait...wait...ask...ask him...where did these pens come from?"
The vendor was so frightened that he didn't dare to hesitate. He knelt on the ground and cried, "Some businessmen with bamboo hats gave it to me today on Dongcheng Old Street. Let's sell this in the city these days."
Not only did it cost us nothing, but we were also given a copper plate for each pen. The established dealers went crazy to grab it, and everyone was selling, not just me."
"Who sent the pen?"
"I don't know... I really don't know. Please forgive me."
"Your Highness, do you want to kill this person?"
Li Xiangyang waved his hands feebly: "Let him go."
Several soldiers looked at each other and let the vendor go, but no one knew why His Highness the Emperor acted like this suddenly.
Li Xiangyang did not call the doctor, but returned to the building. Although he was extremely weak, he was still thinking.
He thought a lot, thinking about all the process of getting the magic pen before, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha... what a secret to trick Chen Cang! The man named Xia has tricked me! No wonder my father has secret decrees, no wonder he will be rewarded
!It turns out that the person named Xia is the secret winner!"
The soldiers around him looked at Li Xiangyang talking to himself and were a little worried. They asked Princess Nishang in a low voice: "Your Highness, does it matter that the prince is like this? What are you talking about?"
Nishang also frowned, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly, Li Xiangyang stood up suddenly, with cold eyes: "The man named Xia is in Yunhai Pavilion, pretending to be a Liuyun Sect disciple! He won't let me have an easy time, and I will never let him live today! Pass the order, inside Yunhai Pavilion
All Liuyun Sect disciples will be killed without mercy, and no one will be spared!"
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At this time, the atmosphere in Yunhai Pavilion was extremely tense. The actions of the Red Flower Club undoubtedly touched the bottom line of each sect, which is absolutely intolerable.
Wu Guangsheng and his son put all the blame for this on Xia Shang. If this person hadn't been a hindrance, today's martial arts conference would have entered the track designed by them. How could it have led to such a situation?
"Sect Master Ye, I, Wu Guangsheng, have nothing to say about today's matter, but before that, do I have to give everyone an explanation? Who is this person? Why do he know about white phosphorus and why do he know about the rat whisker pen? What has this person shown from beginning to end?
Every word and deed that comes out is all directed against our Red Flower Club, and everything is done according to his ideas. It seems that everything is planned. Is this what Sect Master Ye means? Is Sect Master Ye deliberately instigating it? "
"I know who he is!" A voice suddenly appeared in the field. Looking around, it turned out to be Luo Huajin from the White Clothes Sect.
Everyone was surprised and wondered, when did the White Clothes Sect help the Red Flower Society to speak? The grievances between the two families could not be finished even if it were written in a book. How could there be times when they helped each other?
However, Luo Huajin's next words made everyone present feel numb: "This person is the current head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!" (To be continued)