Chapter 461: You’ll Get Beaten Soon
June, Changjing.
During the midsummer solstice, the weather is scorching hot and teahouses are at their busiest at noon.
On the high platform in the lobby on the first floor, the storyteller held a gavel and told stories in a rhythmic manner. The tea drinkers listened with great interest as if they were personally experiencing the story.
"...As soon as the Nansang army arrived, the five nations of Darong, Longyuan, Lingjiang, Shangbei, and Fenglan were as frightened as if they had seen their leader. They gathered that very day, crossed the border, and stormed Wucheng, the primary gateway to Dongpu's western border! The six nations' 150,000-man army overwhelmed them. Although Dongpu only employed 80,000 soldiers, it leveraged its terrain to resist. The scene was a battle of wolves, resulting in countless casualties and an unparalleled tragedy!
The situation was at a stalemate. Both sides saw their losses continue to expand beyond their expectations. During this period, each side sent envoys to negotiate on the battlefield six times, but each time ended in failure!
Having said this, the storyteller banged the gavel, paused and drank his tea leisurely.
The tea drinkers were startled back to their senses by the slamming of the table, and immediately asked impatiently, "What happened next? Old sir, you can't keep us in suspense like this. We all paid for our tea! If it weren't for hearing what you had to say, who would be willing to sit here for half an hour? Tea at Changjing's number one teahouse is not cheap!"
The storyteller put down his teacup and said with a smile, "What I've been talking about are current events. If you want to hear what happens next, you'll have to wait for new news to arrive, right? If you want to know what happens next, please come to the teahouse more often every day."
"...Aren't you just teasing us? Be careful or we'll tear down your storytelling platform!"
"Don't worry, everyone. This story has no sequel yet. There are other stories you can listen to. I make a living by telling stories, and I have a lot of stories in my head."
"Okay, then tell me about the guy on the Nine-Nation Wanted List! Ever since Dai Viet withdrew the cross-border wanted list, I haven't heard from him in a long time!"
A gleam flashed in the storyteller's eyes, and he slammed the gavel again. "What a coincidence! I have the latest news on them, and I'll share it with you all! First, I have a question: do you know the identities and origins of those eight lunatics on the wanted list? They're not just from the Land of Exile!"
The four seats immediately fell silent, and the tea drinkers listened attentively.
At the railing of the corridor on the third floor of the teahouse, eight heads were lined up in a row, also listening with great interest.
The storyteller below had already begun recounting the origins of the eight lunatics, his details so detailed and familiar that it seemed as if he were part of the same group. "The owner of Wangque Tower, Bai Xiaosheng, is known for knowing everything in the world. The leader of the Twelve Wharf Gang, Big Beard, has shipping docks all over Dayue. He's an expert in both medicine and poison, immune to poison, with capricious moods and a erratic personality, and enemies everywhere... But the most insane is Su Jiuni. With her Half-Drinking Moon Blade, she's famous across the nations, and the nine nations hate her to death! That time, the hair bun of the Emperor of Longyuan disappeared in the middle of the night—hey, it was she who cut it off!"
Hearing this, Du Bujin was not very satisfied. "Little Bai, the next storyteller is the old spy from Wangque Tower, right? Find a chance to tell him that the leader of the Eight Madmen is Grandpa Du Bujin. Yes, of the eight Madmen, Grandpa is the oldest, and he even trained five of them! There's nothing wrong with him being number one! Let him focus on talking about me, Grandpa!"
This time, eight people came to Beijing. Except for the old man who was an elder, the rest were all girls and boys.
The old man wanted to be first, and the younger ones gave him up with a sullen smile.
"We just got off the boat, let's rest for a while and go find Wei Li in the evening." Tianbao smiled and went downstairs first.
The group booked a room at a nearby inn. After a long journey, they decided to rest up first so that they could beat the enemy more vigorously at night.
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At night.
Palace lanterns were lit everywhere in the palace.
The Silver-Armored Guards were patrolling everywhere, and a murderous aura filled the air as they walked.
The emperor's bedroom was surrounded by heavy defenses, making the entire palace airtight.
Wei Li was sitting at the rosewood desk in the outer hall in a soft satin casual dress. He had just taken a bath and his black hair was half wet and draped behind his head.
A lamp was lit on the desk, and an unfinished memorial was spread out on one side. Wei Li held a purple wolf hair brush in his hand, but he was unable to write a single word. He kept turning his head to look at the open window.
"Your Majesty, you are uneasy." Zi Yi teased.
He was not on duty tonight and was wearing casual clothes, an indigo robe embroidered with crane patterns, looking calm and elegant.
Wei Li simply put down his pen and said helplessly, "How can I stay still? I'm going to get beaten up later."
"The Emperor should have known he would be punished for executing the emperor first and reporting to the emperor later. It's a bit too late to panic now."
"Uncle, you didn't try to persuade me at that time."
"I have to persuade him."
The old man and the young man went back and forth, blaming each other.
As their eyes met, a ghostly wind blew in through the open window.
Wei Li froze, and slowly shifted his gaze. He no longer cared about bickering, and forced a smile towards the empty window, "Tianbao, you're here."
"Yes, here I come." As the girl's clear voice sounded, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the stained glass window and instantly appeared in front of the young man, his almond-shaped eyes clear and bright.
"...So fast." Wei Li swallowed, then sighed and closed his eyes as if giving up the struggle. "For the sake of our fellow disciples, Senior Sister, please be gentle. I have a court meeting tomorrow morning, and it wouldn't look good with a bruise on my face."
"It's not me who wants to beat you, it's Bai Yu. Just beg him for mercy." Tianbao said, and turned to the side. More black shadows appeared in the stained glass window behind him.
The old man, Bai Yu, the three Su brothers, Little Mai Sui and Bing'er.
The bedroom immediately became lively.
Zi Yi looked at the people who appeared and smiled unconsciously. He walked forward and pulled the old man Du to open the tea table.
As for who was going to beat the emperor, even the emperor had to accept it, so as a subordinate, he naturally could not interfere.
"It's too easy to get in today, Zi Yi. The guards outside are not good enough. There are so many people, but no one noticed someone sneaking in." While the old man Du was sipping tea, his mouth was never idle, and he criticized the guards outside the bedroom one by one.
Ziyi made him some tea and said with a smile, "Knowing you were coming, the Emperor had already issued an order, ordering the Imperial Guards and the guards not to stop you."
"This kid is really brave. He dares to face life and death directly."
"It has to be big. You feel guilty, and you'll feel at ease after getting beaten. Top-grade Da Hong Pao, is it good?"
The old man calmly flicked away a brocade shoe that flew out of nowhere and said, "Another plate of peanuts."
"become."
While the two of them were making tea and chatting, the rosewood desk had become a mess.
Wei Li was pressed down and trampled by the crowd, his armpits and soles of his feet were both exposed. He laughed and twisted on the ground, not looking like an emperor at all.
Bai Yu took the purple wolf hair brush from the desk, squatted in front of the emperor, and put his nose to the handsome face, and discussed with a smile, "Should we draw a turtle or a tortoise?"
Wei Li, "I don't want any of them."
"Then let's draw the turtle and the tortoise together."
"...You little bastard, don't fall into my hands!" The ink felt cool on his face, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of ink. Wei Li gritted his teeth and cursed with a smile.
Little Wheat Ear pinched his cheeks from behind and pulled them outwards, "You still dare to threaten me? Fifth Brother, you've incurred public wrath, do you know that? Behave yourself and accept your punishment!"
Bing'er nodded heavily, helping to pick up her handsome brother's still wet hair to prevent it from falling on the ground and getting dirty. "Public outrage!"
"..." Wei Li refused to accept his fate and changed his tone to a pitiful one, trying to play the victim, "Tian Bao——"
The girl came up from behind, her ears stuffed with cotton balls, and appeared in his sight. "I can't hear you."
“…”But you heard me calling you, senior sister.
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