With the faint glow of the fire, the aroma of wine gradually filled the entire Meiwu. This small jar of "Drunken Life and Dream of Death" was intoxicating before the wine even entered the throat. If Tang Chen were here at this moment, he would probably have collapsed before he even drank it.
As the cups touched each other, the warm wine slid gently from the mouth into the stomach. At first, she didn't feel anything, just a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth. After three cups and two glasses, two blushes quietly rose on Wang Ruo's face.
Wang Ruo held her chin with one hand and shook the wine glass in her other hand. She leaned on the table with a trembling figure and burped loudly at Hua Wuxin: "Burp, this is really good wine. I didn't realize you can't drink, right? How come you don't look good this time, burp."
Hua Wuxin looked at Wang Ruo, who had become a drunken mess, with a calm expression. He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and said softly, "...You are mistaken. We are both drunk."
When the fire gradually died down, the wine jug was lying alone and empty at Wang Ruo's feet. Hua Wuxin carefully picked up Wang Ruo, looked at her flushed face, and said to herself: "I hope that one day when you know the truth, you won't blame me."
Xie Zhuangshui, stationed near Zhiyou Forest, was unaware that Wang Yanzhou had quietly emerged from the woods. Even less aware that the once mighty Qingliang Valley army had been reduced to only a few dozen men. Unaware that he had missed his prime opportunity, Xie Zhuangshui continued to "clean up" the South Vietnamese army in the small town, occasionally tending to the long scar on his left cheek.
After Wang Yanzhou returned to Qingliang Valley, the first thing he did was to reorganize his army while comforting the residents in the valley, especially those who had not waited for their families to return.
Shortly after Hua Wuxin informed everyone that Emperor Gan Zhao was very likely to have passed away, Xiahou Qing finally informed the entire Daliang of this matter. However, the problem was that everything he said seemed to be too different from what Hua Wuxin had said.
Emperor Gan Zhao should have died from the chronic poison given to him by Lin Zirong, but Xiahou Qing and the ministers, imperial physicians, etc. in the court all said that Emperor Gan Zhao did not die of poisoning, and his poison was almost healed. It was Shu Yang who killed his father and the emperor because he did not agree with his marriage to a man from the martial arts world.
After this news broke, Shu Yang, who had originally stayed in the capital hoping to find an opportunity to return to the palace to investigate the situation, was now completely isolated and helpless, save for Liu Ying and the group of secret guards she had trained. She had originally considered going to the Duke of Liang's mansion for help, but after much hesitation, she felt apprehensive and had no choice but to seek another avenue.
When Liuying came back from shopping, the entire capital was immersed in deathly silence. Amidst the mourning clothes, one could occasionally hear the people's accusations and insults against Shu Yang.
"Princess, we are being chased everywhere. What should we do?"
Shu Yang calmly counted the things Liuying had bought and said, "We can't stay in Jingji any longer. Tell everyone to go to Qingliang Valley."
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Liuying went in and out for several days to check the location before she dared to dress up Shu Yang and took her out of the city trembling with fear.
On the other hand, Qinghe County, which was completely controlled by the imperial guards, became gloomy in an instant because it lost Qinghe, its backbone.
Everyone in the government office was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the imperial guards. Why didn't they stay close to Emperor Gan Zhao earlier? Now, instead of doing their job, not only did they allow Emperor Gan Zhao to be assassinated, but they also spent their days focusing on these ordinary people. They were always showing off their power. If they were really powerful, they would not go into battle to kill the enemy.
A group of constables and other grassroots officials in the government office, whether it was an early appointment or a coincidence, all came to Lin Feng today as if they had nothing to do.
Old Cui had been rambling and cursing since he arrived, and he hadn't stopped talking all morning, as if he knew no fatigue. "Boss, these imperial guards are really going too far. Restricting entry and exit is one thing, but they've been causing great harm to the people in the city these past few days. The war with South Vietnam was already unsettling enough, and their making such a fuss has only made people even more panicked."
One of the knife heads said helplessly: "After all, they are sent by the imperial court. Their higher rank can crush people to death. There is nothing we can do to them."
Old Cui slammed the table. He didn't like what he heard. "What are you talking about? Although we receive salaries from the court, we are still supported by these common people!"
Originally, everyone came together to face the outside world in unison, but as they talked, they actually showed signs of internal strife. Old Cui saw Lin Feng sitting quietly polishing his sword and loudly shifted the topic to him: "Boss, tell me something. What's wrong with you these days? Are those imperial guards or the county governor making you angry? With the princess away, we can only rely on ourselves."
Lin Feng raised his head slightly, glanced at Lao Cui, and said coldly: "Are you done?"
Seeing Lin Feng's calm expression, Lao Cui thought that he must have thought of a countermeasure long ago, and said hurriedly: "Well, that's it."
Lin Feng slowly stood up and deftly pulled the sword he had just wiped clean out of its scabbard. The moment the sword was sheathed, Lao Cui fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, lifeless.
Everyone was shocked. What had just happened? Lin Feng had actually killed Lao Cui. How could this be possible? Lao Cui had followed Lin Feng all the way to where he was now. He was his right-hand man. Could it be that they had just seen it wrong, and that everything that was happening was just a dream?
After putting away his sword, Lin Feng glanced coldly at everyone in the room and said, "You keep nagging me endlessly. It's really annoying."
After that, everyone realized that everything that had just happened was not a dream. The Lin Feng in front of them was completely different from before, not the person in the dream: "Boss, you, what are you doing!"
Lin Feng sneered and said in a defiant tone, "What am I doing? Didn't you all see it? If you have anything else to say, why not just say it all at once? Otherwise, you won't feel uncomfortable holding it in."
At this moment, Daotou subconsciously drew his knife and took a step back: "Lin Feng, you, you are in the same group with those traitors in Tianshu Tower?"
Lin Feng's lips curled slightly as he said, "Since ancient times, the winner is king and the loser is bandit. Besides, I don't think Tianshu Tower has the ability to rule Liang State."
Lin Feng's words made the grassroots staff in the room shudder. It turned out that the upright, upright and patriotic man they had been following was just pretending.
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