Chapter 174 The Storm Is Coming

These people received the order and were about to take action when suddenly a group of people wearing green robes with flying eagles embroidered on their clothes suddenly appeared in front of them.

The leader pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist and sneered: "I expected you to appear a long time ago. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"People from the Imperial City Bureau?" A masked man in black retorted, "I am not surprised that you will come. We are here today as bait. Everything is for the success of the big plan. It would be best if we can go back alive. If we can't go back, it doesn't matter."

"Bait?"

"Yes."

As he spoke, a blood mist suddenly exploded in the sky, and someone in the crowd suddenly threw a pile of paper from a small object.

Although the three adults on the stage were mortals and rarely saw blood, they remained calm in the face of this sudden change. The commander who led the troops to maintain order shouted loudly: "Protect the adults and the people!"

The blood mist turned into a human face and spoke human words: "The current emperor is not the orthodox of Daxia. Emperor Wu of Xia, Li Jian, disregarded the imperial edict and killed his brother to seize the throne. Now Li Yin is just..."

The blood mist was dispersed by several people before it finished speaking.

However, after the blood mist dissipated, the voice continued: "Li Yin is a descendant of Li Jian and a usurper of the throne. How can he be qualified to sit on the throne!

Daxia has been plagued by disasters for thousands of years because they cannot bear the luck of Daxia. Now Daxia's luck has been exhausted. If Li Yin is allowed to continue to occupy the throne, the world will be full of starving people and evil spirits will be rampant."

The two adults were pale when they heard this. Such a thing happened in a cooking competition. They were afraid that they could not bear the anger of His Majesty. Only Prince Yi turned a deaf ear to it.

At this moment, the Imperial City Department, officers and soldiers had already fought with the rioters.

Yang Zongqing shouted to the chaotic crowd: "This is a demonic rumor to confuse the people. Don't believe it easily."

The papers in the sky were scattered like snowflakes.

"Be careful of fraud. Don't pick it up." The commander shouted loudly.

Li Motang floated out of the building, and the sword in his hand shook, and the sword energy turned into a whirlwind, sucking all the pieces of paper into it and turning them into powder.

Just then, a piece of paper floated to his hand and was about to be swept away. Huang Feng was quick to pick it up and carefully examined it.

The paper itself was not fake, but the content written on it was really treasonous.

The paper described that when the emperor was critically ill, Li Jian, who was the eldest prince but did not get the position of crown prince, launched a coup with his biological mother, who was also the queen at the time, and united a group of court officials who did not want people without spiritual roots to inherit the throne, and imprisoned the then crown prince Li Ying.

Li Ying was not without supporters, but he was outnumbered. Because he was afraid of him, Li Jian, as his brother, wanted to burn him alive.

Fortunately, Li Ying was the orthodox of Daxia, and he was lucky enough to escape the disaster. He left the capital, hid his name, and hid until now. Now he wants to regain the throne.

Huang Feng naturally wouldn't believe all the words on the paper. If the palace was really firmly controlled by Li Jian's faction, how much luck would it take to let Li Ying, who had no spiritual roots, escape.

At the moment, it was nothing more than creating momentum and disturbing the people's hearts. This was a very old-fashioned trick, but it always worked well.

At this time, Li Motang came to his side, with a slightly complaining tone: "Why didn't you stop those words just now?"

Although the blood mist was weird and the sound did not stop after being dispersed, Li Motang knew that Huang Feng could do it after experiencing the "Spiritual Pulse Technique".

Huang Feng explained: "If I take action here, everyone around me will lose their cultivation, which will only cause greater chaos."

Li Motang looked around, and the officers and soldiers cooperated with the people of the Imperial City Division to control the situation. It was indeed as he said. If everyone suddenly lost their cultivation at this moment, it would likely cause greater chaos.

"And it's useless to stop them." Huang Feng handed the paper to Li Motang and continued, "Look, even though you just shredded all the papers, I bet that it will be known to everyone before sunset.

They chose to start here, but it's just a fuse. Once this fuse is ignited, we can't stop it."

While the two were talking, someone sneaked over and reached out to the sashimi on the iceberg.

Huang Feng looked at Lu Kun, Li Yixuan and Xiao Nuan squatting on the ground, and was very speechless. If you want to eat it, tell me. You didn't forget to sneak over even in such a dangerous situation. Is it necessary!

"Hmm~~"

Three incompatible low hums were heard in the fierce battle field.

Li Yixuan now has spiritual roots, and Xiao Nuan's cultivation is not low. The thin spiritual energy on the sashimi used for pranks will not make their clothes burst.

Lu Kun is different. At this moment, he is wrapped in clothes and lying there happily: "No regrets in death."

Swoosh!

An arrow was nailed next to his head, and he was so scared that he immediately hugged his head and shouted: "I'm just talking, Brother Huang, why don't you help me stop it?"

"I can't shoot you, why should I stop it?" Huang Feng smiled and looked around. The chefs and the people had retreated, there were not many casualties, and the situation was completely under control.

From the beginning to the end, it took less than two quarters, which can be said to be handled very promptly and quickly.

Unfortunately, the cooking competition could not continue. Several adults saw Li Motang and Li Yixuan appear and came over under the protection of officers and soldiers.

Li Motang had finished reading the paper in his hand, and looked up and said, "I know that Uncle Qi and the others are in a hurry to deal with the aftermath and report to His Majesty in the palace, so don't worry about me."

Yang Zongqing said, "Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness."

After greeting, Kong Zheng and Xue Gongwen also hurried away. Prince Yi was not in a hurry to leave. He asked Li Motang for the only paper that was not shredded, took a look, and sighed, "It's going to be a mess."

"Uncle Qi, this matter..." Li Motang wanted to ask whether it was true or not, but felt that it was unlikely that his idle uncle would know.

Guessing what he was thinking, Prince Yi returned the paper to her and said, "Do you want to know whether it is true or not? Then I tell you, the winner is the one who says the truth."

"Wise!" Huang Feng blurted out on the side, in a commendatory way.

Prince Yi looked at him and smiled: "I've taken note of your 'Fierce Ice Fresh Sea Bream Mountain', and I look forward to your next dish."

Huang Feng was a little surprised: "Can the cooking competition continue?"

"If you back down because of this, then you underestimate the emperor." Prince Yi said, patting Li Yixuan's head, "Remember to study hard."

"Oh." Li Yixuan nodded.

"Let's go." Prince Yi waved his hand and led his people away.

Everything was as Huang Feng expected. Not long after that, the content on the paper spread to all parts of the city. Even though people didn't dare to discuss it on the surface due to government inspections, it was impossible to completely shut up the people.

In addition to this secret, new rumors appeared in the evening, and a letter denouncing the Li family was spread to all parts of the capital.

Not only the capital, but also the prefectures and cities have the same situation.

The storm is coming!

Except for the fool, everyone felt the breath of war, which made people feel uneasy.

At night, in an old house in Zhaoyang City, someone placed a clay pot covered with talismans in the yard, and then blew gently.

The talismans on the jar were uncovered one after another, and in a blink of an eye, there was a gust of cold wind over the old house, and one ghost after another floated out of the jar and rushed into the street.

In Zhaoyang City, hundreds of ghosts suddenly walked at night!