Everyone's seen people bragging.
But they had never seen anyone like Jing Zhe who loved to brag and could act so nonchalantly even when facing death.
Go back inside?
Perhaps he didn't want others to see him make a fool of himself up close?
Therefore, Wu Xianyong stepped forward and said righteously, "Your Majesty, you cannot go back inside!"
Emperor An glanced at him but said nothing.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Jing is representing our An Kingdom in the battle against Qi Gulong. The disparity in strength is already significant. At this time, we should stand by and cheer him on!"
Wu Xianyong spoke with great emotion, as if everything he did was for Jing Zhe's sake.
Jing Zhe waved his hand and smiled, "I appreciate your kindness, sir, but there's no need for shouting encouragement. I'll be there soon—"
Seeing the strange looks on everyone's faces, he quickly added, "I mean I'll start fighting very quickly later, I don't need anyone to cheer me on!"
"That won't do! We still have to fight, otherwise how can we live with ourselves?"
Wu Xianyong said, his neck stiff.
If he's not mistaken, this day next year will be the anniversary of Jing Zhe's death, and he doesn't want to miss such a momentous occasion!
Jing Zhe was surprised to find such a stranger supporting him in the imperial court, and he was somewhat moved.
At this moment, Zhu Xinning, seemingly reminding and introducing, said, "This is Wu Xianyong, the Vice Minister of War!"
Wait… Vice Minister of War… Wu Xianyong?
Jing Zhe paused for a moment, then squinted and asked, "Is Lin Wenyao of Yongzhou Lord Wu's grandson?"
"That... used to be true! But I severed all ties with my daughter a long time ago, so I have no connection with Lin Wenyao anymore!"
"sharp!"
Jing Zhe gave him a thumbs up, "Lord Wu's act of putting righteousness before family is truly admirable!"
"..."
"Wu Yong and Wu De, Lord Wu hasn't severed ties, has he?"
"..."
His son was originally the prefect of Jingzhou, and he was supposed to be promoted further. But because of this guy in front of him, he was dismissed and now spends his days drinking himself into a stupor at home.
Recently, Wu Yong heard from somewhere that Jing Zhe suddenly changed his mind because after Wu De sent people to beat him that night, he flew into a rage and chased after Wu De to beat him every day, turning the Wu family into chaos.
Thinking of this, Wu Xianyong's veins bulged: "With a great battle imminent, Young Master Jing, you'd better not say any more and hurry up and accept the challenge!"
Hurry up and start fighting!
Just die already!
Wu Xianyong roared inwardly.
Looking at his appearance, Jing Zhe found it amusing.
He thought someone cared about him, but it turned out to be the leader of his enemy. So it wasn't someone who cared about him, but someone who wanted to witness him make a fool of himself.
Alright, I'll grant your wish!
"Your Majesty, it's enough for Lord Wu to stay and cheer me on. Everyone else, please go back inside!"
"Your Majesty, let's go back!"
Aside from Jing Zhe, only Liu Jinghong among those present truly understood the power of those wine jars. The death of Wu Xianyong was nothing, but injuring Emperor An would be disastrous.
Even Liu Jinghong's advice made Emperor An feel that things were not as simple as he thought, but he eventually agreed.
"Alright, all of you, come back with me!"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty..."
Wu Xianyong was very angry and didn't want to go back.
"Your Majesty, please allow Lord Wu to stay! But Lord Wu must be careful not to be injured by my weapon!"
"Hehe, I am, after all, a military officer. On the battlefield, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. There is no need for Young Master Jing to worry about it!"
"All right!"
Emperor An glanced at the two men, then turned and walked back. Except for Wu Xianyong, the others followed.
In the vast arena, only a few people remained.
...
Jing Zhe ignored Wu Xianyong and turned to Sui Shouren, saying, "General Sui, after you say 'begin,' you should hurry back inside!"
"good."
Emperor An was inside the house, and Sui Shouren would not deliberately stay.
Jing Zhe was relieved.
"General Qi, are you ready?"
"Everything's ready, let's get started!"
Qi Gulong was already impatient, feeling that only by trampling on Jing Zhe a couple more times could he quell his anger.
"Young Master Jing, shall we begin?"
Seeing Jing Zhe nod, Sui Shouren waved his hand and said "Begin," then walked into the house.
Qi Gulong did not act first, but looked at Jing Zhe, wanting to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.
At this moment, Jing Zhe took out a tinderbox, lit the dry grass on the wine jar, and then hurriedly pushed the cart toward Qi Gu Long.
"..."
What the hell is this?
Fire attack?
But this is... too funny, isn't it?
Qi Gulong was no longer in a hurry; he wanted to see what was so magical about this fire attack.
He wasn't in a hurry, but Jing Zhe was, running and shouting.
"You damn well better get over here right now!"
"Are you looking after your mother over there?"
"Believe it or not, I'll blow up your car!"
"..."
Qi Gulong originally wanted to observe and see what tricks Jing Zhe was up to, but after being scolded by Jing Zhe, his last bit of patience was worn away.
"You brat, prepare to die!"
After saying this, Qi Gulong spurred his horse, and immediately all the warhorses in front of him galloped towards Jing Zhe. Wherever their hooves pounded, dust billowed and the momentum was terrifying!
Jing Zhe was overjoyed and shouted, "Let me show you what my Wind and Fire Chariot is like! Don't mess with me if you dare!"
After saying that, he pushed the burning cart forward with all his might, and then ran away as fast as he could!
When the black powder explodes, no one around will be innocent!
...
Inside the house, due to the distance and the loud sound of horses' hooves, no one could hear Jing Zhe and Qi Gulong talking.
However, what we could see was that Jing Zhe was so frightened after only a few steps that he ran away in a panic. When Bai Qingyuan saw this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He thought to himself that he should have known better than to say those things to Emperor An. If Jing Zhe had been killed, there would have been no subsequent events.
Su Mochen and Zhu Xinning watched nervously from behind. Before they knew it, Liu Jinghong had also come to Zhu Xinning's side. Seemingly no longer caring about their previous relationship, he gently reached out and held Zhu Xinning's trembling, cold hand.
Zhu Xinning turned around and saw it was her. She asked, her voice trembling slightly, "Jinghong... Is Zhe'er alright?"
Liu Jinghong nodded, her gaze resolute: "It's alright, we should trust him!"
Despite saying that, Zhu Xinning's palms were also covered in a fine layer of sweat, as if she could not stay out of it at this moment.
Outside, Wu Xianyong, the only audience member inside, said he thoroughly enjoyed the show and thought to himself that those people inside would never understand how amazing it was to watch a play so closely!
Aren't you amazing?
Then why run away?
Hehe, but you can't escape even if you try, because Qi Gulong's warhorses have already galloped up and are getting closer and closer to the burning cart!
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