By the way, Emperor Zhao Kenji of the State of Zhao, accompanied by his favorite minister Wu Duofan, sat in a luxurious private room on the second floor of the "Happy Pavilion" in the capital, facing the stage. The chief guard of the palace and four guards in casual clothes stood in the private room.
Guards outside.
The opening gongs and drums have already begun. The "Happy Pavilion" is already full of seats, and applause bursts...
The velvet curtain of the big stage slowly opened, accompanied by intense gongs and drums, and a group of girls were seen flying into the stage charmingly and colorfully. Some of them danced swords, some did somersaults, and some waved their fans. They performed very well.
Wonderful!
Suddenly, there was another burst of gongs and drums, and a beautiful woman wearing a snow-white neon dress did more than a dozen somersaults as soon as she appeared, and then danced the water sleeves in her hands, flying, twisting and spinning, which dazzled everyone.
Everyone in the audience cheered in unison: "Ningxiangzi! Ningxiangzi! Ningxiangzi!"
I saw Ningxiangzi on the stage spinning in circles and making various movements. Even the posture when she stopped to show off was so exquisite, she really looked like a beautiful angel.
Ningxiangzi danced gracefully in the center of the stage, while others gathered around and threw their long sleeves to the middle. It seemed like a beautiful lotus flower was blooming on the stage!
And when Ning Xiangzi appeared, her eyes were so expressive and captivating! When Ning Xiangzi’s eyes stare at you, it makes people feel ecstatic.
"Oh... this Ningxiangzi really deserves its reputation! It looks great and has great kung fu!" Emperor Zhao Kenji sincerely praised it.
"Yes, yes! Huang...the boss is right! This Ningxiangzi's figure, appearance, footwork, and dancing are all very good! It's commendable! I wonder how her singing skills are?" Wu Duofan agreed.
Looking at the stage again, Ning Xiangzi practiced the golden rooster independence again, pushing one leg in the air and standing firmly over the top. What a good skill!
"The pear blossoms are blooming, the peach blossoms are fragrant, where is the beauty..." Ningxiangzi finally started singing, and her beautiful singing voice was like the sound of nature, euphemistic, delicate and sweet...
"Okay——! What a voice!" Everyone cheered!
After singing a part, Ning Xiangzi started to say: "Dear spectators, today I will tell you a story about a rich lady from an official family who fell in love with a poor scholar."
"Okay! I love to hear——!" Everyone cheered.
Ningxiangzi nodded slightly to express her gratitude: "The poor scholar accidentally met Lanlan, the daughter of Xiangguo, in Huayu Temple. He fell in love with her at first sight, but he was unable to get close to her. At this time, Wang Erma, a disciple from a wealthy family, heard about Lanlan's beauty and took the lead.
The servants surrounded Huayu Temple and wanted to force Lan Lan to be his wife.
In desperation, the old lady listened to Lan Lan's idea and promised to marry Lan Lan to anyone who could retreat. The poor scholar was overjoyed and repaired the book and invited his old friend General Huang to lead his troops to rescue the siege. However, the old lady never mentioned the marriage afterwards.
Let the two be called brother and sister.
The poor scholar was extremely disappointed. Fortunately, Lanlan's maid Caiyun came to help. Lanlan burned incense on a moonlit night and heard the poor scholar outside the tall courtyard wall playing the piano and expressing his heartfelt feelings.
Later, Lan Lan heard that the poor scholar fell ill and asked Caiyun to visit him. The poor scholar was lovesick and begged Caiyun to deliver the news for him.
Lan Lan took pity on the poor scholar, and finally plucked up the courage to write a poem in return. Later, with Caiyun's help, the two secretly met and made a lifelong engagement without telling the old lady.
After learning about it, the old lady angrily blamed Caiyun, but it was irreversible, so she urged the poor scholar to go to Beijing to take the exam. The poor scholar said goodbye to Lan Lan, and won the first prize half a year later. The old lady's nephew Ge Ouyu and Miss Lanlan had been together since childhood.
There was a marriage contract, so she lied about the poor scholar before he returned and reported that the poor scholar had been married to the Minister of Household Affairs as his son-in-law. The old lady was so angry that she wanted to marry Lan Lan to her nephew Ge Ouyu. Lan Lan was in pain. That night, there was no wind and no moon.
Depression and silence…”
Hundreds of spectators in the audience were deeply attracted by the passionate speech of Ning Xiangzi, a newly arrived "actor" artist in Beijing...
Suddenly, the sleeve of Ning Xiangzi's right hand, who was as beautiful as a fairy, suddenly raised up, and a ray of cold light broke through the silence, incredibly shining directly on the eyebrows of Emperor Zhao Kenji of the State of Zhao in the luxurious private room on the second floor opposite the stage!
Hundreds of spectators were shocked and stunned by this sudden turn of events...
Soon enough, a figure sitting in the back row of the "Happy Pavilion" on the first floor unexpectedly flew up and waved the folding fan in his hand, which was able to deflect Ning Xiangzi's dart towards the luxury private room on the second floor...
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The figure flipped forward in the air and flew towards the stage like lightning. Seeing that the assassination failed, Na Ningxiangzi ducked through the back door of the stage and escaped!
The figure waving a fan to block the darts landed firmly on the stage, turned around, cupped his fists and saluted the audience: "Excuse me! The assassin should not dare to come again!"
Only then did everyone wake up from their shock and looked at the man on the stage. They saw that he was wearing a white shirt, with jade trees facing the wind. He was handsome and handsome, with elegant brocade clothes. He was eight feet tall, with a leopard head, a face with Chinese characters, and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows under his eyebrows.
His bright eyes, his brows are full of confidence, and his cheeks have a calm smile.
"What a handsome man! What a great kung fu——!" Everyone cheered in unison!
"That's easy! Let's continue watching the show! I'll take my leave——!" Before he could finish his words, the young man in white shirt also walked out of the back door of the stage...
Emperor Zhao Kenji already knew the answer to the sudden incident in front of him - this must be the remaining killer of the princelings!
That's right! This "actor" artist Ning Xiangzi, who is new to the capital, disguises himself as a woman, and turns out to be a remaining assassin from the princelings! This time he came to the capital to find an opportunity to assassinate Emperor Zhao Kenji!
But who is that young man in white shirt who sacrifices his life to achieve outstanding martial arts skills?
"Quickly check these two people——!" Emperor Zhao Kenji ordered.
"Yes! Let's arrange a search now—!" Wu Duofan responded. Then he asked the captain of the guard to quickly escort Emperor Zhao Kenji back to the palace!
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Following the imperial decree, Wu Duofan sealed off the four gates of the capital and launched a city-wide manhunt!
All young, beautiful, and well-dressed women were taken to the capital prison, and then carefully identified one by one by the boss of the "Happy Pavilion"...
This is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Three days have passed and nothing has been found!
Emperor Zhao Kenji had a splitting headache and fell ill again. In a fit of anger, he swallowed two crystal-clear "green pills" that were presented to him by Wu Duofan, the brother of Zhao's uncle.
, due to excessive consumption, he suddenly foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Just when more than a dozen imperial doctors were scrambling, panicking and unable to do anything, it was suddenly reported outside the palace that someone could cure Emperor Zhao Kenji's strange disease.
Soon, the chief guard of the palace ushered in a man, and saw that he was wearing a white shirt, with a jade tree facing the wind, a handsome figure, elegant clothes, eight feet tall, a leopard head, a Chinese character face, and a pair of piercing eyes under his sword eyebrows.
He was full of confidence and had a calm smile on his cheeks.
This person is exactly the young knight in white shirt who risked his own life in the "Happy Pavilion", stood up and blocked the darts fired by the assassins at Emperor Zhao Kenji!
"You... can cure the emperor's illness?" the attending physician with flowing white beard asked with some doubt.
The young knight in white shirt nodded with a smile, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a bright blue pill and handed it to the attending physician.
The attending doctor took the blue pill with great care, put it under his nose and smelled it again and again, and then asked the other dozen or so doctors to identify it. The doctors initially concluded that there were at least 60 pills in this blue pill.
It tastes like medicine and is really a high-end pill!
But... what if this stranger is poison?
The risk is too great!
All the imperial doctors looked at each other, in a dilemma...
But Emperor Zhao Kenji's condition cannot be delayed any longer, there is no need to delay!

Chapter completed!