Upon hearing this, both Zhao Wu and He Zhi felt a jolt in their hearts.
Did you mess it up?
And he even used foul language...
Killing someone without them even realizing it...
How can you be so capable?
Neither of them dared to look at Zhao Cheng; they simply couldn't think of a way to end this.
But because they didn't look at Zhao Cheng, they couldn't see how natural and calm Zhao Cheng was at that moment.
"sure!"
Zhao Cheng casually picked up an apple, looked it over from left to right, and finally pulled Zhao Wu out of the pavilion.
"Master, what are you doing?" For some reason, Zhao Wu had a bad feeling.
Afraid.
I'm just scared!
Zhao Cheng didn't answer. After taking about five steps, he said to Zhao Wu, "Ah..."
Zhao Wu imitated: "Ah..."
Then an apple was stuffed into his mouth.
"Hold onto the apple and don't move."
With that, Zhao Cheng walked back to the pavilion, stood next to He Yin, and said, "Lord He, watch closely! I'll spit out flying knives and shoot apples!"
Zhao Wu's eyes widened, and he was about to take the apple down.
"I told you not to move, don't you trust your master?"
Zhao Wu's scalp tingled.
I don't believe you for a second!
When did you learn to throw knives with your mouth?!
Please stop playing around...
Zhao Cheng didn't give Zhao Wu a chance to defend himself. He quickly bit the knife handle, then swallowed the entire handle into his mouth. He leaned forward, put his hands behind his back, and stretched his head forward, making a gesture as if he was going to spit the fruit knife and his saliva far away.
Zhao Wu was so frightened that he trembled, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Tired... Dad... Ouch... Dou... Dong..." Zhao Cheng mumbled, his mouth full of the knife handle, "Egg... stable... a little..."
Listening to Zhao Cheng ramble on, Zhao Wu was on the verge of a breakdown, and his trembling intensified.
Zhao Cheng's movements became even more intense, performing warm-up actions one after the other, as if he wanted to throw his head off.
“De de de de de de…”
Zhao Wu was so frightened that he made a mechanical sound, and sweat and snot were all left on the apple.
finally!
Just as Zhao Cheng was about to open his mouth, Zhao Wu immediately took the apple, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and said with a serious face, "No, I can't do it! Really, just cut me in half!"
Zhao Cheng took out a fruit knife and said, "Useless thing!"
"I'll do it!"
To Zhao Cheng's surprise, He Yin walked directly towards Zhao Wu, took the apple from his hand, and was about to put it in her mouth when she suddenly looked disgusted and instead put it on her head.
"Young Prime Minister, is this alright?"
"Excellent!" Zhao Cheng gave a thumbs up and praised, "Lord He is truly a peerless hero!! Courageous enough to take risks!!"
He Yin said, "Since this is the young prime minister's specialty, how can there be any risk involved?"
"Even seasoned veterans encounter new problems! Even the most skilled masters make mistakes!" Zhao Cheng said earnestly. "Zhao Wu, learn from Lord He. He's not even afraid of death, so what is there to fear?!"
Zhao Wu muttered, "Sometimes living is more terrifying than dying, like falling into your hands, Master..."
He Yin's expression changed slightly, and she said, "Stop talking nonsense and get on with it!"
"Lord He, I've arrived!"
"Young Prime Minister, come here!"
"I'm really here!"
"Come quick!"
"They're here!!!"
"Come here! Come here!!!" He Yin cried out anxiously.
Zhao Cheng stopped hesitating, put the knife handle in his mouth, and began the warm-up motion again.
For some reason, He Yin didn't think it was that scary before deciding to be the target, but now, seeing Zhao Cheng's silly appearance, she felt sweat dripping down her forehead.
Hang in there.
You must hold on!
Seeing He Yin's resolute expression, as if she were ready to die, Zhao Cheng suddenly spat out the fruit knife on the ground and squatted down to vomit.
He Yin quickly threw down the apple and rushed over, asking, "What happened? Were you injured by the blade?"
Zhao Cheng squatted in the corner of the pavilion, waved his hand behind him, and said, "It was inserted too deep, it makes me nauseous."
He Yin kindly reminded, "You can't put your throat through that!"
Zhao Cheng coughed twice, patted his chest, and said, "Lord He, I apologize that the demonstration cannot be held today. But rest assured, I, Zhao Cheng, will take full responsibility for my actions. Since I said I was the one who killed him, I will never go back on my word!"
Why would you do this?
He Yin sat back down in the chair, took a sip of water, and looked at Zhao Cheng, saying, "If the investigation results go in a bad direction, it will be of great help to you to put forward a maid to take the blame."
“Lord He, your words are inappropriate!” Zhao Cheng clasped his hands in a fist and said to Xidu, “The sage governs the country with benevolence and righteousness. My father taught my brothers and me from childhood to be honest and to be responsible for our actions. How could we let others take the blame for our own safety?”
"She's just a maid, why are you acting like this?"
"I dislike hearing Lord He's words even more! Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?!"
He Yin was startled and looked at Zhao Cheng in surprise.
"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny...Young Prime Minister, what an imposing presence you have!!!"
Zhao Cheng sighed inwardly, realizing that he had almost gotten himself into trouble with just a moment's carelessness. Life was really tiring!
He quickly replied, "I saw this in a book."
Could you please tell me which book it is?
"I've long forgotten! Lord He, it's getting dark, let's call it a day."
"There's one more thing," He Yin asked, "Why are you so convinced that Chen Yuxian is a spy for Southern Zhou?"
“That’s even simpler.” Zhao Cheng looked towards the courtyard and said, “He Zhi, you explain!”
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