The death of the crown prince was a cause of great mourning throughout the country, while the birth of the prince was also a cause of great celebration throughout the country.
During this troubled time, Nangong Lian'er went to Nanjing on behalf of the emperor to control the flood. With the court providing funds and the people of Nanjing contributing their labor, the flood was finally brought under control.
When Nangong Lian'er returned to the palace, Zhao Huan personally went outside the palace to greet her.
Return to Rouge Pavilion.
"Your Majesty, am I awesome?" Nangong Lian'er asked while jumping up and down.
Zhao Huan smiled and said, "Amazing! My Lian'er is truly amazing. She calmed the flood with just one move."
Nangong Lian'er said proudly: "Of course, Your Majesty, what reward will you give me?"
"Lian'er, whatever reward you want, I will give you."
"Really?" Nangong Lian'er was overjoyed: "Then Your Majesty, please accompany me for a walk. I don't want to stay in the palace. It's so boring."
"Well, let's go to West City tomorrow. I heard there are a lot of acrobatics there."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Nangong Lian'er kissed Zhao Huan.
Xicheng is truly a prosperous place. The business of the Song Dynasty is booming, and there are all kinds of acrobatics. Merchants from the north and south also gather here.
Nangong Lian'er held a candied haws in her left hand and a clay doll in her right hand. She and Zhao Huan were disguised and squeezed into the crowd.
The Tiger Yasi officer disguised himself as a passerby and followed quietly behind.
Ever since the royal hunting ground suffered an assassination attempt, Zhao Huan would bring these expert guards with him whenever he went out.
The street was packed with people, all crowded together. After finishing her candied haws, Nangong Lian'er pulled Zhao Huan inside because there were many fun things to do ahead.
There was a place surrounded by a crowd of people, attracting countless people's attention. Then people gathered around and applauded, which increased Nangong Lian'er's curiosity.
Four Tiger Yasi officials also tried to squeeze in, but the crowd was too large and they were getting further and further away from Zhao Huan.
"It seems the master has lost us." an officer shouted.
Another leader was furious: "If we squeeze through, we'll lose our master and we'll be dead if we go back."
"Should we reveal our identities and disperse the crowd?" Another person said.
The leader shook his head: "No, we have disturbed the Master's interest. We will be punished when we return."
There were a large crowd of onlookers. Nangong Lian'er and Zhao Huan were desperately trying to squeeze in. The people in front of them were naturally unhappy and turned around to curse. However, when they turned around, they saw a little girl with white skin and extremely beautiful appearance, so they swallowed the curse that was about to come out of their mouth.
Finally, the two of them squeezed to the front row and discovered that they were performing artists. There were five of them, and before them were hammers, a large stone tablet, a wooden stake, and several rows of throwing knives.
"Everyone, we five brothers are new to your place. We have no one to rely on and only know some boxing and kicking skills. Those who have money can show their support financially, and those who don't can show their support physically." One of the old men said with a fist salute.
"Good!" There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.
Zhao Huan felt that these five people looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where they were for a moment.
Then came the boring stunts like breaking rocks with chests, but for the onlookers, it was full of curiosity and anticipation.
To Zhao Huan's right stood a tall, slender man wearing a bamboo hat pulled low, his face unclear. He held a sword in his hand, looking like a quack.
After the performance of breaking the stone with the chest, the old man took out a bowl and began to ask for money. People threw copper coins into the bowl. When it came to Zhao Huan, Nangong Lian'er smiled and gave him some silver.
The old man was slightly surprised. He thought that only wealthy people could afford to pay the money. Looking at Nangong Lian'er's gorgeous clothes, he knew that she was from a wealthy family and nodded in thanks.
When this person passed by Zhao Huan, he didn't dare to linger and hurried past. He came to the man in the bamboo hat, who tossed him a copper coin and said, "You don't look like ordinary street performers. You all have great martial arts skills and extraordinary abilities. Why do you do this kind of business?"
The old man bowed and smiled, "I'm just trying to make a living. Thank you for the reward, brave man."
The man in the conical hat stopped talking, the street performer hurried to the other side, and the crowd threw copper coins into the bowl.
"Everyone, everyone!" The old man clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I will show you another masked knife throwing skill."
"Good!" The crowd cheered again.
The four guards of the Tiger Yasi finally spotted Zhao Huan, and one of them was overjoyed: "The Lord is here."
The four guards wanted to squeeze in, but Zhao Huan was already surrounded by people, and the performers were at the climax of their performance, so no one would let them squeeze forward.
Furthermore, if you get too close to the emperor and disturb his interest, he will also be angry. If you are too far away, you may not be able to rescue him in time if an emergency occurs. The four guards were at a loss for a moment.
Zhao Huan was somewhat interested in this performance. He saw one of the men was tied to a wooden stake as a target, and the other was wearing a mask and had a row of throwing knives on his waist.
The masked man pulled out a throwing knife and held the tip of the knife.
With a "whoosh", the flying knife pierced straight into the armpit of the man holding the wooden stake, not more than an inch away.
"Good!" The crowd cheered, and Nangong Lian'er also clapped and cheered.
The masked man pulled out several throwing knives in succession, and the man on the wooden stake was covered with throwing knives, but he was unharmed.
"Good!" The crowd applauded and cheered again.
The masked man took off his mask and pulled out several throwing knives from his waist.
"Swish, swish, swish...!" The flying knife actually flew straight towards Zhao Huan.
Several flying knives came at him from above, middle and below. Not to mention Zhao Huan who was powerless, even a martial arts master without weapons would not be able to dodge them.
Nangong Lian'er was shocked. She didn't have the dagger with her, and even if she did, she wouldn't have had time to draw it.
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