“……!”
Without waiting for Emperor Gan Zhao to resist, Lin Zirong took out a small red pill and stuffed it into his mouth, then let go of the hand that had been supporting him.
Emperor Gan Zhao stumbled to the ground, veins bulging, dark red blood oozing from his eyes and orifices. Already emaciated by the toxins, he now looked like a ghost struggling in the underworld. His appearance was terrifying.
After a brief period of extreme pain, Emperor Gan Zhao painfully ended his life of intertwined good and evil in this bright place overlooking the entire capital.
After receiving the news that Lin Zirong had taken away Emperor Gan Zhao, Shu Yang hurried over with Liu Ying. But before she could see what had happened, Emperor Gan Zhao collapsed on the palace wall. She knew that he must have seen her, he must have!
Liuying saw Shu Yang was about to run out from the dark, so she quickly squatted down and hugged her legs tightly.
"You, let me go!"
Liuying has been with Shuyang since she was little. She knows her temper, and others don't. If she lets go, and Lin Zirong finds out, won't she kill Shuyang to silence her? "Princess, the palace is no longer safe. Liuying can't let you die! Princess, if something happens to you again, what will happen to the imprisoned Crown Prince? Who else can avenge His Majesty?"
Every word Liuying said pierced Shu Yang's heart: "You, damn it, Xiahou Qing, Lin Zirong, I will never let you go!"
Seeing that people were trying to persuade her to stop, Liuying hurriedly urged, "Princess, hurry up and leave! It will be too late if you don't leave now!"
"Walk!"
Shu Yang, filled with resentment and sorrow, secretly left the golden cage she once called home, accompanied by Firefly. She had once tried hard to escape this perfect prison, only to be caught again and again; now, she wanted to stay, but could only flee in a panic, like a stray dog.
Shu Yang swore that as long as she was alive, she would never let Lin Zirong and Xiahou Qing have an easy time.
Just two weeks before the sudden change in the palace, Yao Chen, Xihe, and his companions, hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, had left Mount Zhongnan, laden with souvenirs, finally taking a shortcut to the border of Liang State. At their current pace, they would be back at Wang Ruo's nameless cave in less than ten days.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yao Chen was about to ask everyone to stop and rest for a night before leaving. However, the gentleman came over with a serious face and said, "Yao Chen, you should take Xihe back first."
Upon hearing this, Xihe stood up from the ground and said, "Aren't you going back with us?"
After gently patting Xihe's head, the master explained earnestly, "I'm still worried about the master. I just received news that Hua Wuxin is harassing her again."
Xihe had never heard of Hua Wuxin, but Yaochen knew him. Hua Wuxin was actually Wang Ruo's uncle. Wang Ruo, who had been forced to become Jiang Ling's apprentice after losing a bet, had a deep connection with this man.
Seeing Yaochen was silent, Xihe thought that this person named Hua Wuxin might be a powerful figure, so he stopped trying to stop her from leaving. "Since Yaochen has no objection, brother, go ahead. We'll go back and wait for you."
The gentleman nodded slightly and said, "Be careful on the road. Also, Xihe, what I told you before must be kept secret."
Xihe smiled and nodded, saying, "I understand. Don't worry."
"Then I'll be leaving first."
After seeing the gentleman walk away, Yao Chen asked curiously, "What little secret did the gentleman tell you? How come I don't know it?"
Xihe refused righteously, "It's a secret, so I can't tell you easily. Don't worry, it's nothing serious."
Yao Chen sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, okay. Got it. I won't ask anymore."
...During the time when Shu Yang left the palace and disappeared, and when the gentleman jumped out of the car to find Wang Ruo, Hong Yu transformed himself into a cook in the South Vietnamese army who was responsible for washing dishes.
Almost every day, Hong Yu wondered when Xie Zhuangshui would seize the opportunity to strike a fatal blow to Qingliang Valley, or even launch a surprise attack. At least that way, she could follow the main force and find Mo Yu. But it had been a while since Xie Zhuangshui had done anything to protect the long scar he had left on his face. He spent his days looking in the mirror and applying ointments, completely unaware of his role as a general. It was just a face, wasn't it? A man in the martial arts world was bound to get hurt, especially since he was a battle-hardened general. And even without the scar, he wasn't good-looking.
As usual, Xiao Liang appeared in Xie Zhuangshui's room on time after finishing the matters at hand, bringing scar removal ointment.
After carefully changing Xie Zhuangshui's medicine, Xiao Liangcai took out a small letter tube from his sleeve and handed it to him: "General, this is a letter sent by carrier pigeon from the imperial capital."
"Hmm," Xie Zhuangshui casually opened the mailbox, spread out the small note inside, read the beginning, and suddenly stood up from the chair with a sullen face, which scared Xiao Liangliang.
"Did something happen in the imperial capital, or does His Majesty have new instructions?"
Xie Zhuangshui shook his head, staring intently at the small piece of paper in his hand. After a moment, he said, "The Grand Tutor said that the expert who built this cannon arrived in Liang State not long ago, and told us to be ready to respond at any time."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Liang's expression became somewhat subtle: "Is he the legendary master who brought the cannon, but whose true appearance no one has ever seen?"
Xie Zhuangshui threw the note into the brazier and ordered, "Yes, it's him. He's now a distinguished figure in South Vietnam, a favorite with His Majesty. We absolutely cannot neglect him. Pass the order down and prepare quickly."
"yes."
Hong Yu, eavesdropping outside, saw Xiao Liang hurried out of the room and quietly left. By the time someone came to inspect the kitchen, she was already sitting obediently on her small stool, diligently washing dishes while pondering: "Noble? Haha, I'm also curious about what kind of person could create such a magical weapon." Queen Wang Zhen was a legend in Daliang, and I wondered if this noble, who had also suddenly appeared in Nanyue, could truly live up to the title of legend.
The black market has the most advanced intelligence system and the most complex intelligence sources of this era. Even if Hua Wuxin is in the palace in Qingliang Valley at this moment, there is still a way to inform him of the latest and most explosive news.
...Wang Ruo, who was sulking because of Hua Wuxin's intentional advice, ran to the edge of the cliff cable car alone, enjoying the scenery in the cold wind.
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