Chapter 220 Who Dares to Assassinate the Prince! Since You Saw the Prince's Order, Why Don't You Kneel Down?

Lu Mingyuan's appraising eyes quickly caught the attention of the two masters.

The man wearing the golden battle armor took the lead in saluting:

"The imperial guard, Blood Qilin Chi Mingchi, has met the prince."

The handsome Confucian also replied.

"The imperial bodyguard, Qianji Rakshasa Zhong Yuli, has met the prince."

Both of them were very polite, not arrogant towards others, but polite.

In fact, this is the attitude of Ouchi masters towards the royal family.

Lu Mingyuan didn't believe it, it was just basic etiquette.

If the father wants to attack him, they will take him down without hesitation. This is not his own master, but the emperor's personal guard.

"Both of you are my great heroes, why do you need to perform such a grand ceremony?"

Lu Mingyuan smiled and helped the two of them up.

I can't help but guess that their cultivation is above the eleventh realm, and their strength is certainly not weak.

"The banquet has been prepared according to His Highness's request. Is there anything else that His Highness would like to give you?" Zhong Yuli smiled gently.

Lu Mingyuan shook his head: "It's gone for the time being."

Suddenly remembering something, he quickly asked: "Will my father come to worship our ancestors this time?"

The tall and mighty Chi Mingchi denied: "His Majesty's health has improved a bit, but he still needs to take a lot of medicine every day, which makes his movement quite inconvenient. His Royal Highness has to personally host the flowing banquet."

"It'll be good if it gets better."

Lu Mingyuan nodded seriously and said: "Tell my father for me, don't worry, he can leave all matters in the court to your son."

Zhong Yuli smiled and said: "Your Highness is really filial, and I will tell you."

Lu Mingyuan watched the two people's backs gradually disappear, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two Ouchi masters may not have any intention of targeting them, but their aura of masters emphasizes their own strength all the time.

This is why the palace remains stable no matter how many spies there are or how much information is leaked.

With the top masters in Ouchi sitting in charge, no one in the entire palace can hurt the emperor today.

Time flies and it’s noon.

The Liushang Qushui Conference is about to begin.

All the officials in the court appeared one after another, and the only remaining prince also gradually arrived.

The Seventh Prince Lu Yunwan and the Ninth Prince Lu Yunhuang both came, but Lu Mingyuan did not see the shadow of Lu Yunqing.

After some general questioning, I found out that Lu Yunqing did not attend the Liushang Qushui Conference due to physical illness.

This made Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but think for a while.

Not coming, or not wanting to come.

What is the specific attitude? Lu Mingyuan doesn't know what Lu Yunqing's situation is now.

The good brothers of the past are now drifting apart.

Lu Yunwan came over to toast in a friendly manner, and raised his wine cup with a smile: "Congratulations to the Emperor's brother for entering the East Palace. I will propose a toast first."

Lu Yunwan knew that he was not qualified to win the title of prince, so he had become much more low-key since the accident at Yunwan Chamber of Commerce.

He understands that if he wants to think about the future well, he must please his royal brother more, otherwise he will not get any good results.

As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes.

Now, he only hopes that his wealthy life will not depreciate, and it is not easy to maintain his glory and wealth.

Lu Mingyuan just came forward to dissolve the cabinet and dismissed a group of officials the day before yesterday. Although it was a fake act and relied on the power of his father, after all, he was in the limelight and he could not be offended.

"Congratulations, royal brother."

King Langya and the Ninth Prince Lu Yunhuang followed suit and toasted Lu Mingyuan with a soft smile and a rather polite tone.

It was obviously very respectful.

Lu Mingyuan didn't know why, but he looked a little strange.

This Lu Yunhuang.

Very strange.

He is obviously the youngest among the nine sons, and is only eighteen years old this year.

But the maturity revealed in his eyes was even more mature than Prince Jin, which was very abnormal.

Like another person.

He hadn't met Lu Yunhuang many times before, and he couldn't remember what it was like before.

Could it be that the other party was originally precocious?

"My dear, look, Your Highness is there. It's not an illusion. It's really not an illusion."

At this time, a concubine wearing a long dress and gorgeous clothes came to the banquet in Shengming Palace and saw Lu Mingyuan standing there.

"Yuan'er."

Concubine Yaoguang walked up to Lu Mingyuan, her eyes were extremely sour, and she hugged her tightly. She had thousands of words in her heart that she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to say them. Finally, she turned into one sentence: "Okay, my son finally Jackie Chan.”

Lu Mingyuan could feel the shock in his words.

A few days ago, he was still facing the risk of entering the demon kingdom.

Now the position of Prince Ding has finally been determined.

During this process, the person who is most worried and worried about me is probably my mother.

that's the truth.

Wang Zhaoyan felt like she was in a dream, very unreal, and she hugged Lu Mingyuan tightly, for fear that he would disappear again the next moment.

This position of prince is really hard-won.

"It's all over. Now that my son is the prince, what else does my mother have to feel wronged about?"

Lu Mingyuan kept soothing, trying to be as relaxed as possible.

He doesn't plan to tell his mother about his father for the time being, as it will only make her more troubled and worried.

If he had just been imprisoned more than a year ago, he still needed his mother to protect him.

Now, it's up to him to protect his mother.

The freedom and hangover after leaving the cold palace. Everyone around him has benefited more or less from him. Lu Mingyuan only feels extremely happy. He only hopes that he can continue like this and never pay attention to the disputes in the world and the struggle for power among the royal family.

However, peace is not that easy, and disputes are inevitable.

One day, I will no longer look at my father's face.

Lu Mingyuan thought to himself.

Under the night, a strong murderous intent surged forward.

"call!"

Outside the palace, a dark wind blew.

Black figures appeared one after another, standing in the shadows, each covered with a white lotus hat.

One of them, an old man with a sallow face, held a dark red holy staff, stared at the brightly lit palace, and said: "Today is a feast of flowing water. The entrance to the imperial city is wide open, and the formation is hidden. We are the ones doing it tonight." The best time, no matter what, must be to make enough noise to attract the attention of the court!"

"However, according to the news from the people in the Imperial Capital, Lu Mingyuan seems to have many expert guards around him. His own cultivation level is also a mystery. He should have gained a lot of opportunities when he came out of the wild cave. If we assassinate him, wouldn't we be in trouble? A big enemy?" A younger monk from Wujiang Pavilion said worriedly.

"What do you know? If we don't get rid of the White Lotus Ancient Sect without the help of the imperial court, we will be the only ones who die. Only by attracting the attention of the imperial court and blaming the blame on the White Lotus Ancient Sect can we risk our lives and survive, completely free of worries. . No matter how strong Lu Mingyuan is, how strong can he be? Can he be compared to Master Bailian? Can he be compared to Master Tianlong? "

The young monk had nothing to say when he heard this.

Duan Mulian, the leader of the White Lotus Ancient Sect, was already a major cultivator in the Twelve Realms a hundred years ago. He is known as the master of the underground in Dongluzhou. The White Lotus Ancient Sect has been dormant for thousands of years and is definitely not weak. Now he may be a land god.

Not to mention the real Tianlong, the owner of the Ashes Dragon Valley, who raised four heavenly dragons in the scroll to become a saint in the painting. The magic weapon is the dragon-slaying inkstone, and he is a good friend of the national master Xun Yu.

The old man reprimanded and then said: "Anyway, Master Luo Ying has spoken. If this operation fails again, all of us will die."

All those black figures trembled, and then a strong cold air emanated from their bodies.

The old man waved the holy staff in his hand, and thousands of ghosts flew out, condensed into a dark wind, and rushed towards the palace.

The palace lanterns in the palace shook violently and then went out.

The Imperial Guardsmen guarding the imperial city had just noticed something was wrong when a series of ghostly shadows rushed into their bodies and took over their bodies.

In an instant, all the sergeants froze in place, becoming motionless, with dull expressions, as if they had been struck by evil spirits.

"Swish."

The monks from Wujiang Pavilion, inhabiting the bodies of the Imperial Army soldiers, rushed into the palace without anyone noticing.

In the Shengming Palace, after Lu Mingyuan presided over the ancestor worship ceremony, everyone sat down to eat.

There are many poets.

Such an occasion was obviously not suitable for him.

Yun Qinghe stood guard next to Lu Mingyuan, staring at the gently swaying lights. He noticed that an enemy had broken into the palace gate, and said in a cold voice: "There seems to be something wrong outside."

Lu Mingyuan gently patted Yun Qinghe's shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. Then, he smiled at Wang Zhaoyan, who was a little uneasy, and then walked out of Shengming Palace.

Standing on the stone staircase, Lu Mingyuan turned around and faced the magnificent Great Flame Dragon Wall, his consciousness spreading out.

Groups of Great Yan Forbidden Army on duty attacked towards Shengming Palace.

"Look, there is a figure standing outside the palace."

"Isn't that Lu Mingyuan? Why did he come out on his own?"

"Good opportunity, don't miss it!"

Transmission communicates continuously.

Two black figures, like ghosts, flew up from the two forbidden soldiers, swung their swords at the same time, and slashed at Lu Mingyuan from two very tricky angles.

"Bang bang."

Before their knives hit Lu Mingyuan's body, his body exploded automatically and turned into two masses of blood mist.

However, Lu Mingyuan did nothing.

Seeing this scene, Lu Mingyuan was not surprised.

He smiled slightly in the air:

"Thank you both for taking action."

"It's your job."

A tall man in golden battle armor, holding a unicorn sword, walked out of the side hall of Shengming Palace, pressing lightly with a big hand, exuding considerable martial arts pressure.

He just pressed his palm and it had such a terrifying effect.

He is worthy of being one of the great masters of the Blood Kirin.

The reason why Lu Mingyuan came out on purpose was to test whether these two guys would take action.

Now it seems that he will still take action and will not sit idly by.

It seems that he is still relatively important.

"They're just a bunch of minions, nothing to be afraid of."

Another great master, Zhong Yuli, had a disdainful smile on his elegant face.

With a click of a finger, a sword wave flew out and hit the foreheads of this group of palace guards. With a bang, the whole head exploded.

Several black shadows flew out.

"You alone would dare to assassinate the prince?"

Zhong Yuli snorted softly, pressed his palm in the air, and a surge of true energy surged out.

All assassins were immediately suppressed.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at the leader, an old man with a sallow complexion, and said, "Who is the leader? Tell me and I can give you a whole corpse."

"Lu Mingyuan, you'd better let me go, otherwise you will end up very miserable. The leader will not let you go."

The sallow old man roared deeply.

"Unexpectedly, the masters from the imperial palace were actually ambushing nearby. We made a mistake and it seems that we can only use the method of framing the blame. We must not expose your presence."

Ripples spread.

"Guan Xin" was activated, and a sound from the heart entered Lu Mingyuan's ears.

Lu Mingyuan squinted his eyes and realized that the assassin seemed not to be simple this time. He stopped asking him, stretched out a hand and pressed it between the sallow old man's eyebrows, preparing to seize his memory and find the answer himself.

The other party obviously knew Lu Mingyuan's purpose, so he mobilized his true energy and rushed into the sea of ​​qi. The next moment, a destructive force surged out of his body.

"He actually exploded into a sea of ​​qi."

Lu Mingyuan frowned and backed away quickly.

At the same time, Zhong Yuli pointed his finger forward, and a silk thread instantly penetrated the qi sea in the sallow old man's abdomen, forming a broken aura zone.

The self-destruction disappeared immediately, only causing the space to tremble slightly, and it did not cause much damage.

"His Royal Highness, they all committed suicide by taking poison."

Chi Mingchi grabbed a Forbidden Army head with his big hand, looked at it for a moment and then put it down, saying in a deep voice.

"But...there are clues."

Not only him, Lu Mingyuan also discovered it.

Traces of a white lotus pattern appeared on the bodies of many dead soldiers.

Zhong Yuli looked at the body and found the mark, and immediately came to a conclusion:

"It's the traces of the Ancient White Lotus Sect. I didn't expect that such a cult would actually appear in Dayan Capital. They obviously want to seduce His Highness the Crown Prince and join the Ancient God White Lotus."

"White Lotus Ancient Sect?"

Lu Mingyuan murmured when he heard the name of this force for the first time.

"Yes, the White Lotus Ancient Sect is an underground force in China that has been passed down for a long time. It was mostly popular in the Sui Dynasty. It is a cult that often deceives people's hearts and manipulates the people of the sect to bring disaster to one party and reap the fortune of the place."

"Logically speaking, the White Lotus Ancient Sect should not appear in Dayan."

Chi Mingchi said in a buzzing voice: "I will report this matter to the Holy Emperor, investigate it thoroughly, and give an explanation to His Highness the Crown Prince."

Lu Mingyuan smiled when he heard this and said, "In that case, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chi."

If it hadn't been for the voice just now, Lu Mingyuan would probably have thought it was the White Lotus Ancient Sect that was causing trouble.

There seems to be a hidden agenda in this matter.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at the old man's face and the many dead bodies.

A plan comes into mind.

Qinghong Pavilion is located deep in a bamboo forest in the red light district of the inner city, with small bridges and flowing water, quiet and deep, in sharp contrast to the bustling and bustling Dayan Imperial City.

Luo Ying was sitting in the attic. She was rarely seen wearing a long skirt made of ice and snow gauze. Her skin was like gelatin, her brows were light, and her black ponytail was neatly combed.

Her current identity.

She is the second daughter of the Dong family of Qinghong Pavilion. Her family has eight brothels and she is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Why haven't you come back yet?"

Luo Ying paced back and forth, looking quite anxious.

Soon, a beautiful woman came back to report.

"Miss, Old Servant Li is back. He has been wandering outside and refused to enter the pavilion. He seems to be hiding from the imperial army."

"Let them in quickly."

Luo Ying frowned.

"yes."

After a while, a sallow old man led a group of monks in black and slowly stepped into the bamboo forest.

The sallow old man looked around as he walked, looking here and there. From time to time, liquid squirmed on his face.

Luo Ying asked at this time: "How? Is there any evidence left? How many masters are there around Lu Mingyuan?"

The sallow old man said calmly:

"Sir, everything went well, there was just a little accident."

"Accident?"

Luo Ying did not understand what this sentence meant at the first time.

"Ta-ta."

At this time, a figure walked out of the bamboo forest again.

"Lord Luo Ying, long time no see."

Luo Ying's true energy shot out, and his sword was about to pierce this man's chest and crush his brain. However, out of extreme curiosity, the tip of the sword stopped at the center of this heroic man's eyebrows.

Luo Ying finally couldn't help it and asked sharply: "Yang Erlang! Why are you here?!"

Yang Jian smiled slightly, as if he had predicted that she would not take action. He moved the sword away with two fingers, took out a golden token from his sleeve, and said softly:

"Lord Luo Ying, everything happens for a reason. Everything is out of your control."

"This is."

The moment Luo Ying saw the token, his pupils shrank.

Seeing her expression, Yang Erlang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said softly: "Luo Ying, since you saw the prince's order, why don't you kneel down?"

Luo Ying was unusually angry, like a woman abandoned by a heartless man, and said coldly: "Okay. Yang Erlang, I don't expect you to be the great protector, but you have joined the prince's party!"

"Isn't it bad to have the prince's party?"

Yang Erlang didn't take it seriously and asked with a slight smile.

"You betrayed me?"

Luo Ying looked at the sallow old man and a large group of Wujiang Pavilion monks with an ugly expression.

However, there was no response.

The sallow old man beside him had an expressionless face, his eyes were dull, and his expression was dark, full of black shadows.

This scene is inexplicably weird.

"Lord Luo Ying, we might as well sit down and have a good chat."

Yang Erlang smiled very politely.

"What do you want to say? What else can you and I say?"

Luo Ying frowned, feeling that Yang Erlang had some purpose in coming here.

Moreover, he found that Yang Erlang's cultivation seemed to have improved a lot.

Today's double update failed. I saw that the number of readers has changed from 4,000 to 2,000. My enthusiasm has greatly increased. I will continue to work hard tomorrow. I will push the rhythm of the plot recently. I will not write the less important plots. I will pass them over in one stroke and won't let them go. Everyone thought it was bland.

The middle period is really a weak period for me. I have never written a million words before, and I still need to adjust my rhythm.