Since arriving in Nanjing, Zhu Zhanji has been uneasy. Maybe the decision to kill his father made him feel guilty, or maybe he was worried that the assassination would not succeed. But every time he felt guilty, there would be another firm voice in his heart.

Tell him that the throne was originally his, he just took it back early.

Zhu Zhanji was not sure whether there were double edicts in Emperor Yongle's golden chamber. The eunuch on duty that day died suddenly and unexpectedly. This has always been a mystery. Hu Hui and Yang Shiqi never explained it, so it cannot be verified. But Zhu Zhanji

Zhanji firmly believed that Emperor Yongle originally wanted to pass the throne to him directly, but because Emperor Yongle died suddenly, he did not have time to replace the imperial edict.

When Zhang Wei's carrier pigeon arrived in Nanjing and brought the rewards of the Tozawa brothers, Zhu Zhanji clenched his fists and knocked heavily on the red sandalwood dragon-carved desk in front of him. He ordered his men to set off for Yangzhou immediately. Zhu Zhanji

Zhanji is well versed in political struggles. He must ascend the throne as soon as possible to avoid long nights and endless dreams.

When Zhu Zhanji and his party arrived at the edge of Zhenjiang City, Guiwu Fengqi was already waiting for him in the town. He was holding a branch in his mouth and seemed to be chewing something. He looked up and down at Zhu Zhanji rudely.

As the crown prince, Zhu Zhanji had never seen such an extremely bold person. If he were in Beijing, he would have probably stopped him or asked his subordinates to deal with this rude person.

But this is Zhenjiang, not the capital. Zhu Zhanji knew that doing more is worse than doing less, and made rushing back to Beijing the most important priority. He decided to ignore it and ordered Jin Yiwei to quickly find a ship to Yangzhou.

At this time, it was close to noon, the sun was already high in the sky, and there were boat owners on the roadside soliciting business. The boatmen on the Yangzi River were working bare-chested and pulling the ropes of the boats, and their sweat fell on Zhu Zhanji's gown. Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but

He happily leaned into the street and walked behind the guards.

Zhu Zhanji paid attention to cleanliness and was paying attention to which boat to choose. He glanced sideways and saw the man in black following closely behind. Then he patted the guard on the left with his hand and said behind his ear:

"Pay attention to the man in black behind him, he has been staring at us since just now."

The Jin Yiwei nodded and were on alert. This time, the Jin Yiwei led by Zhu Zhanji were all chosen at the moment. Chen Hexuan, Wang Qi, Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai were all good players who had followed the government for many years. Zhu Zhanji thought it was foolproof, but the funny thing was that he didn't

We know that there is a huge gap between the so-called Jinyiwei masters and real martial arts masters.

If these four Jinyi guards are good players, then Guiwu Fengqi is the god of death.

Chen Hexuan moved Zhu Zhanji forward to protect him.

But Guiwu Fengqi continued to move forward without slowing down at all.

The man's lingering presence made Zhu Zhanji feel uncomfortable. He ordered: "Kill him quickly and don't let him get on the ship."

Guiwu Fengqi also noticed that Zhu Zhanji and the other four people were frequently paying attention to him, and thought to himself: "I'll wait until I find a place with fewer people and I'll kill you."

Gui Wu Fengqi saw that Zhu Zhanji and others were divided into two teams, and two of them turned back to greet him. He thought that the Jin Yiwei had come to the door on his own initiative. He saw Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai hiding daggers in their hands, and went to Gui Wu Feng

Seven comes.

Gui Wu could tell at a glance that the two Jinyi guards had evil intentions. When they were only two steps away, Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai each waved their hands, and their daggers were aimed at Gui Wu Fengqi's lower abdomen.

This move was hateful and quick, but in Guiwu Fengqi's eyes, it was just like a master's degree. He silently stretched out the thumb and index finger of his left and right hands, and clamped the tip of the knife quickly. With a pinch, he broke the dagger. The blade.

Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai were horrified. Seeing that Gui Wu Fengqi's internal strength was so strong that even their masters couldn't do this, they knew they had met a master.

Chen Hexuan and Wang Qi didn't know what was happening behind them. They grabbed Zhu Zhanji's arms and jumped forward onto a boat.

Guiwu Fengqi didn't care about Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai at all. He only paid attention to where Zhu Zhanji was. He looked up and saw that Zhu Zhanji had already boarded the boat surrounded by two royal guards. He immediately started to chase after him in a hurry.

Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai knew that there was a huge gap in kung fu between themselves and the black-clothed Miao man, but if they backed down at this moment, the prince would definitely not be able to escape. The two looked at each other, and then pulled out the Xiuchun knife from their waists and slashed at Gui Wu Fengqi.

At the moment, the three of them are in the Zhenjiang dock area, next to the bustling market. Many goods are to be boarded from here to be transported to the north, and there are many people on the street. When the three of them fought just now, there was not much movement, and no one else noticed the three of them. They were dueling, so they didn't take it seriously. However, when Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai pulled out the Xiuchun knife, everyone around them could see it clearly and avoided it. Some people even recognized the knife because it was inlaid with gilt patterns, so they He exclaimed in a low voice: "Xiuchundao? Jinyiwei?"

When the rest of the people heard the word "Jinyiwei", they felt as if they had encountered a ghost. Merchants began to close their stalls, and people shopping in the market rushed to the alleys. Jinyiwei's reputation has become too great over the years. In the later period of Emperor Yongle's reign, Jinyiwei was everywhere He goes out and about to collect intelligence and runs amok.

Guiwu Fengqi looked at the reactions of the people around him and felt a little bit strange. He raised his lips in disdain and smiled, and said: "It seems that you are not very popular."

Zhang Jiuluo and Shen Xintai were angry. Without saying a word, they grabbed their swords and attacked Guiwu Fengqi.

Seeing the fierce force of the incoming sword, Guiwu Zhang Fengqi did not lift his legs and remained motionless, wandering like a ghost. He was three steps away from an ordinary person, as if he was drifting backwards. Guiwu Fengqi calmly said: "The moves are still good. Okay, my strength is a bit weak." Gui Wu Fengqi deliberately pulled away to create an attack range for his Hundred Ghost Night Whip. Gui Wu Fengqi is actually nearly seventy years old this year, but he just concentrates on practicing on weekdays and has nothing to worry about. So he looks like a middle-aged man. But the internal strength he has developed over the past seventy years is actually extremely vicious.

He stood still as soon as he hit his heels. He immediately pulled out the belt from his waist and shook it straight into the air. A whip like an ink dragon unfolded instantly, with a blue blade on the side, which looked extremely sharp. Zhang Fengqi Pulling back, the whip made a thunderous sound, which was shocking.

Gui Wu Fengqi lowered his whip and pointed it at the two Jin Yiwei. The whip showed a very strange posture. The middle part of the whip hung limply on the ground, but the head of the whip was raised high, like a poisonous snake. Zhang Jiuluo knew this person's internal strength at a glance. Gao Qiang can actually control the whip head with his true energy. He has served in the Jinyi Guards for many years and has seen Shi Wuyan of the Seventh Guards of the East Gate using a similar whipping technique. He couldn't help but blurt out: "This is... a hundred Ghosts whip at night?"

Guiwu Fengqi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: "You are quite knowledgeable, you know Baigui Yexingmen." Zhang Jiuluo suddenly felt that this person was a bit sinister, like Shi Wuyan.

Zhang Jiuluo asked: "Who are you, Shi Wuyan?"

"Shi Wuyan, that's my apprentice. Why, do you know him?"

Zhang Jiuluo spat: "Bah, he is just a eunuch."

Guiwu Fengqi smiled instead of being angry: "You are right, he is a eunuch and very effeminate. I have told him not to do this a long time ago. He is playing with rabbits and his kung fu is not good enough. However, it seems that you and him If you’re not familiar with it, then I don’t need to be merciful.”

Shen Xintai couldn't stand the man's unpleasant accent and said to Zhang Jiuluo: "Brother Jiu, stop following the rat. Let's go up and give him some color."

Guiwu Fengqi didn't pay attention to these two people at all, and said contemptuously: "Come on, if you take one step back, I will lose."

Shen Xintai, who was usually respected by everyone in Jinyiwei, could not bear this anger. He cursed "fuck you" and immediately raised his knife to attack.

Zhang Jiuluo secretly screamed in his heart. Shen Xintai was still young and could not hold his breath. He didn't know how powerful Shi Wuyan was back then. If this Miao man was Shi Wuyan's master, then they would definitely not be able to defeat him. Originally, Zhang Jiuluo knew that as long as he could It would be a great achievement to block it for a moment and a half, leaving time for the prince to retreat.
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