Chapter 374 A Murder Case That Was Publicized Beforehand
Assassination of the king is very common, and it is not uncommon for subordinates to kill the king and then support the master to ascend the throne.
Many of the yellow robes added to the body are archways, and some are really forced and helpless.
Master Zhang really didn't know about the assassination, and the emperor naturally didn't know about it either, but many people knew about it beforehand.
The guards in the palace were all university scholars. Although they did not receive direct instructions, they knew where the assassin hidden in the water truck came from, so they naturally kept silent. Those eunuchs who had faintly heard the wind were shivering under the covers, not daring to look out the window at all. The whole palace was in an eerie silence.
Master Zhang got up to wash up, put on his official uniform with the help of his old wife, and was about to go to the court meeting, but found that one of the sons who sent him outside the mansion was missing.
"Where's your brother?" He asked with a slight frown.
Several young masters of the Zhang family looked at each other and said nervously: "Brother met friends last night, he seemed to have drunk too much, so he rested outside and hasn't come back yet."
Grand Master Zhang was a little angry, but he didn't think too much about it. It wasn't until he got into the sedan chair that he realized that the atmosphere in the mansion today was a bit weird.
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Mr. Zhang didn't drink or go whoring, but sat in a room deep in a mansion in the capital.
The morning light was twilight, and separated by the paper window, the room was very dark, and people's faces could not be seen clearly, only a dozen or so breathing sounds could be heard.
The people in this room are all young and strong officials in the imperial court who are the only scholars who follow the lead.
No matter in terms of seniority or official position, Mr. Zhang is not qualified to sit in the first place, but the people in the room have no objection, and they are more respectful than usual.
After today's affairs are completed, the eldest son will be the crown prince.
Can sit on the throne, let alone the first place?
There was no news for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room became more depressing, and everyone felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.
Finally someone couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked to the window, and said in a slightly anxious voice: "Even if the assassin misses, what about the guards?"
In many mansions in the capital of the Chu State, those officials who received the news were all in a state of tension. Some officials directly claimed that they were sick and did not attend the court meeting, while some officials, such as the Minister of Rites, rushed to wait outside the palace with blushing faces.
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The morning light moved from the ground of the palace to the windows, and penetrated, illuminating the scratched floor of the palace, reflecting water-like light patterns.
The sun has risen.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and had the same question in his heart as many officials: Why haven't you come yet?
For him, the palace is a very good practice place, no different from Qingshan, he doesn't want to leave, but now it seems that as he grows older, troubles will only increase, and he is ready to leave.
He had already confirmed the location of that mountain, and after preparing to feign death, he went to that mountain incognito as a savage, but who knew that the assassin never showed up.
Suddenly there were a few muffled sounds in the distance outside the hall, followed by footsteps, shouts, and the sound of weapons rubbing, and they were getting closer.
Why did a secret assassination turn into such a fierce battle? Jing Jiu was a little surprised, got up and walked out of the hall.
Pushing open the door of the palace, the sun was dazzling, and he squinted his eyes.
The palace gate was ajar, and the corpses of several assassins were piled there.
There are even more corpses in the palace wall. Apart from the assassins in civilian clothes, there are more than a dozen guards, bloody and fishy.
Between the corpses and the bloody water, stood a black and thin boy.
The young man suffered a lot of injuries, his body was covered in blood, and the wounds on his arms showed visible bones, but the hands holding the sword hilt were still so stable.
The palace gate was finally forced open by the guards outside, and the corpses of those assassins were blown away.
Dozens of guards yelled for escort and filed in, surrounding the black and skinny boy.
Some guards wanted to come to Jing Jiu, but were blocked by a sword light.
The sword light came from the hand of the black and thin boy.
Seeing that it was a bloody battle, no matter how fierce the black and thin boy could fight, the final outcome could only be death or being captured.
"That's not what you're supposed to do."
Jing Jiu's voice echoed outside the hall, passing through the corpses of the assassins and guards, carrying the smell of blood.
He walked down the stone steps, came to the black and thin boy, looked at the guards and said: "He is my personal guard, you want to kill him?"
Hearing this sentence, the guards were very surprised. Several guards secretly looked at each other, but in the end they still didn't dare to continue doing anything.
At this moment, the forbidden army finally rushed to the outside of the hall, and surrounded it tightly. The commander of the forbidden army was the most trusted general of Grand Master Zhang. At this time, his face was so ugly that he looked like his mother had just died. He tied up all the guards, and then knelt down in front of Jing Jiu with a snap.
Jing Jiu ignored him, and brought the black and thin boy back to the palace.
The commander of the imperial army turned pale, and ordered his subordinates to carry the corpse out, rinse the ground with clean water, and then slowly closed the palace gate.
In the early hours of the morning, Jing Jiu kicked out all the eunuchs and maids, and the hall was empty, which seemed very empty and deserted.
Jing Jiu found some wound medicine in the quarters of the palace ladies, handed it to the black and thin boy, and motioned him to sit down casually.
The black and thin boy should be the disciple of the Wuenmen, but when he entered the illusion, his appearance changed and he became a little different.
Jing Jiu was more familiar with this face, especially the straightforward and persistent expression between the eyebrows and eyes, which was hard to forget.
The black and thin boy took off the coat that had been chopped into silk by the sword, and began to bandage his own wound, without speaking during the whole process.
Jing Jiu looked out the window, and met the eyes of the blue bird on the branch.
The blue bird flew away quietly, maybe to the Zhao Palace, or to the Beihai Prefect's Mansion, no matter how far away the world is, it only takes an instant.
Jing Jiu asked, "Why did you go to Longevity Mountain from Guocheng Temple? Even if you left, shouldn't you go to Yi Mao Zhai? Didn't Chanzi already write a letter?"
Asking three questions in a row is a rare thing for him with his cold temperament.
These three questions also revealed another surprising fact. It turned out that this black and thin boy was Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui was cultivating Buddhism in Guocheng Temple, why did he participate in the Asking Conference as a disciple of the Wuen Sect?
"The real master guessed that you will come to the questioning meeting, young master, so he asked me to come in and help you as a disciple of Wuenmen."
When it came to Yi Mao Zhai, Liu Shisui hesitated and did not explain, but only explained the reason why he appeared here.
For him who regards Jing Jiu as his master and father, this is really a rare thing.
Jing Jiu understood Liu Ci's thoughts.
As the head of Qingshan, Liu Ci naturally knew that Liu Shisui had already left the Sword Prison on Shangde Peak, and even knew that Liu Shisui was in Guocheng Temple.
Jing Jiu never thought of hiding Liu Ci, and it would be very difficult for him to hide it given his current state.
Liu Ci wanted to help Jing Jiu snatch the celestial talisman from the Zhongzhou faction, so he had to prepare helpers for him.
Zhuo Rusui was too eye-catching, so he thought of Liu Shisui who was far away in Guocheng Temple.
If the blue bird was still on the branch outside the window at this time, spreading Liu Shisui's words to the outside world would definitely cause an uproar and shock.
Everyone thought that the Zhongzhou faction had an absolute advantage in this questioning meeting, because a total of four of their disciples entered the illusion.
Who would have thought that the Green Mountain Sect would quietly send three disciples in, apart from Jing Jiu who represented Shuiyue Temple, who would have thought that there would be Liu Shisui's secret move?
In this way, Master Liu's visit to Yunmeng Mountain in person is not necessarily as simple as expressing goodwill, but more like sitting in person for the subsequent victory!
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Jing Jiu asked, "How is the true energy in your body now?"
Liu Shisui said: "A few years ago, there were a few repetitions, but the head master passed on a kung fu to me, and temporarily suppressed it."
Jing Jiu said: "After going out, I still have to go to a Maozhai. The suppression won't last long, so I still have to find a way to solve it."
Liu Shisui didn't want to go to Yimao Zhai, but since the young master had spoken, he had no choice but to agree.
Jing Jiu was still a little worried that he would lie in order to protect himself by staying in the illusion, so he stretched out a finger to point between his eyebrows.
Liu Shisui didn't dare to dodge, he sat upright obediently, and stopped bandaging the wound.
There was a crisp ringtone in the distant void, and only Jing Jiu could hear it. It didn't take long before he withdrew his fingers and frowned slightly.
Liu Shisui knew that if the young master had an expression, it meant something important, so he couldn't help but get nervous, and said, "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Jing Jiu sensed a mark deep inside Liu Shisui's body.
Now in the illusion, everyone's body is the soul, who can imprint the ten-year-old soul without being discovered by him?
Liu Shisui's current level of blood demon kung fu is already extremely high, and ordinary cultivators can't do it at all.
He soon realized that this should be Qingtian Jianling's method, and he erased the mark with a wave of his hand, without saying anything to Liu Shisui. After the death of the Underworld Emperor, no matter whether it is in the sky or in the real world, he is the one who has the strongest understanding and mastery of the soul. Even the senior brothers are not as good as him, let alone a spiritual master.
At this moment, the blue bird flew back to the Chu Palace and landed on a branch.
Jing Jiu didn't speak any more, Liu Shisui was also silent, and continued to lower his head to bandage the wound on his body.
Qingniao looked at the black and thin young man covered in wounds, with some doubts in his eyes, wondering why the mark he left on this remnant of the Gorefiend Cult disappeared?
The emperor's assassination, no matter how well he concealed it, the news would spread very quickly.
The atmosphere at the court meeting became extremely tense and depressing. Master Zhang's face was gloomy, and his eyes swept over those subordinates who were following him. There seemed to be hidden thunder in his eyes, which was about to explode. In the end, without saying anything, he entered the palace as fast as he could, came to the front of the hall, and begged to see His Majesty earnestly.
The gate of the palace opened slowly.
Grand Master Zhang looked at the black and thin young man, thinking about what the commander of the imperial army said, he was puzzled, wondering when did His Majesty get in touch with the strong practitioners outside the palace?
The corpses of those assassins and guards have been removed, and the ground has been washed with clean water several times, but there is still a faint smell of blood.
Crow flies flying from nowhere were cheering and humming.
Smelling the faint smell of blood, thinking about the danger here before, the Grand Maester's face became even uglier.
When he came to the hall, looking at the young emperor reclining on the couch, the grand scholar walked forward slowly, raised his front skirt, and knelt down solemnly.
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(I will post the trailer for the celebration of more than one year later. It just so happens that the plot of the past few days has a bit of the feeling of the past, especially the old eunuch Hong lying on the chair. In addition, today’s chapter is only 3,000 words, and it is coming to the end of the month. Please be prepared for the 2,100th chapter and the National Day break...)