Chapter 297 Full Moon Night, Battle of the Forbidden City

"Ye Gucheng's sword is no longer sincere, he will win this sword showdown!"

Suddenly, Ximen Chuixue, who had been silent next to her, spoke up, leaving Lu Xiaofeng a little stunned.

"what did I say?"

Lu Xiaofeng was just thinking about the development trajectory of the Battle of the Forbidden City. She didn't pay attention to listen carefully and asked again without knowing clearly.

"Ye Gucheng's sword fighting purpose is impure, his sword heart is dishonest, his sword technique is dusty, and is in the process of transformation. His instructions from outside are flawed. He will definitely lose this battle in the Forbidden City!"

Ximen Chuixue said one word at a time, whether he was a swordsman or not, he understood the swordsman's heart even more clearly. He knew that Ye Gucheng, who was already mixed with distracting thoughts at this time, would never deny his wrong leg. Should Ye Gucheng be in an immortal state at this moment?

That's why everything changes.

"oh!"

Lu Xiaofeng did not appear to be very happy. Although he had a close friendship with Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng was also a friend of Lu Xiaofeng. A sword duel between the two friends was a life and death battle. No matter who won, it would not be a happy thing.

thing, not to mention that Ye Gucheng was very involved in the conspiracy, which made Lu Xiaofeng a little sad.

"He will ask the emperor to give Ye Gucheng a chance to compete with Ximen Chuixue, but dying in the swordsman's legs is not his fate. It is better than dying in rebellion!"

Zhu Xiaocao also admired Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship very much. Ye Gucheng was the most imagined person to Ximen Chuixue. He was loyal to the sword and had nothing else but the sword. He was a swordsman genius who was rare in the world for a hundred years. Because of this, Jianghu

He is so bright that he is the idol of many young swordsmen. Even the disciples of the Huashan School have many admirers. Ye Gucheng is also because Ye Gucheng has walked the path of a swordsman. It can be said that the existence of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue has influenced

A generation of people in the world, even Zhu Xiao could not achieve that.

Lu Xiaofeng picked up the wine glass and toasted Zhu Xiao. The wine was not for himself, but for Ye Gucheng. Lu Xiaofeng knew that this was not the best fate for Ye Gucheng, and the swordsman's fate was to die.

To the wrong leg of the sword, it is neither fate nor glory.

Ximen Chuixue's heart was more complicated than Lu Xiaofeng's. Originally, it was hard to tell Gao Dong whether he and Ye Gucheng had a good rapport, but Ximen Chuixue had a sword fight that lasted for a long time. After all, it was rare to miss a leg. Unexpectedly, he met a swordsman.

Ye Gucheng, whose heart was dusty, how happy it made him.

The three of them drank and chatted until late at night. Lu Xiaofeng was already drunk. There were so many things to do tomorrow night that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but want to get drunk, otherwise he would not know how to miss tomorrow.

Forbidden City, Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Zhu Houzhao was a little tired while approving the memorial, and shouted outside, "Come, please drive back to Qianqing Palace!"

Qianqing Palace is the emperor's palace, and most of Zhu Houzhao stayed in this palace after his lunar month.

"Your Majesty, the old slave asked the imperial kitchen to cook a bowl of refreshing soup. I would like to invite Your Majesty to taste it!"

As the general manager of the foreign affairs department and in charge of the eunuchs, Eunuch Wang Ying held a high and powerful position. He was responsible for the management of foreign officials in the palace during the weekdays. He also served Zhu Houzhao personally and was one of Zhu Houzhao's most trusted people.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houzhao took the soup bowl brought by Manager Wang and put it aside without any precautions. He did not enjoy it directly, as if he was waiting for the soup to cool down before using it.

"Bidong, is that Xingshen Decoction a dietary supplement prescribed by the hospital? Please enjoy it while it's hot for the best effect. Don't let it cool down!"

Manager Wang seemed to be very concerned about Zhu Houzhao's health, and even persuaded Zhu Houzhao to drink the soup quickly.

"I really don't want to drink it, just leave it alone!"

Zhu Houzhao seemed to be in a bad mood. He did not listen to the advice and directly rejected Manager Wang's kindness.

Manager Wang seemed to be very persistent tomorrow night. He picked up the soup bowl and handed it to Zhu Houzhao's eyes again.

"Bidong, please take care of your dragon body and drink the soup!"

A cold light flashed in Zhu Houzhao's eyes, and he felt sad in his heart. Is Mr. Wang the foreign official who has served him since he was a child? He is the person closest to him. But Mr. Wang tomorrow night did not cherish the opportunity he was given and did not repent. He is still wrong.

There is no more affection.

"Leave it alone, he doesn't want to drink it! Wang Ying, why am I feeling weird tomorrow night!"

Zhu Houzhao didn't want to ruin the relationship between master and servant for many years, so he couldn't bear to speak, hoping that he could wake up Manager Wang so that he could rein in the situation. He could probably let him go and let him out of the palace to live in his old age.

"Bidong, please drink this soup!"

Wang Ying didn't seem to have heard Zhu Houzhao's question, so she blindly showed off to Zhu Houzhao that he drank the soup, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. In contrast to his usual submissiveness, his face seemed to have a sneer.

"Bold, Wang Ying, who gave me the courage to dare to force me!"

Zhu Houzhao suddenly changed his color, hit the desk with his right leg, stood up immediately, swept down the soup bowl Wang Ying was holding, and scolded Wang Ying with angry eyes.

"Why don't you give me the courage to do this!"

Wang Ying shook off the splashing soup from her legs without caring and stood up straight.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Wang Ying, who was a little taller, and felt a little strange. He was used to seeing Wang Ying with his head bowed and stooped. At this time, Wang Ying stood upright and was actually a head taller than him. It really surprised Zhu Houzhao.

Wang Ying looked at Zhu Houzhao, who had surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile, "The old slave has served Bidong in the palace all his life and has never stood up straight. Ming Yue finally straightened his back in front of Bidong. The old slave felt that he

He is also an upright man, not just a humble eunuch in the palace who has suffered all the red eyes and infamy from others!"

"It seems that I have been dissatisfied with you for a long time and don't want the master behind me to show up?"

Zhu Houzhao once again rejected the throne, looked at the unfamiliar Wang Ying in front of him without any emotion, and said.

"I respectfully welcome Your Majesty Dong!"

Wang Ying was not surprised. He had already made it so obvious at this time. If Zhu Houzhao could not notice anything wrong, then he would not be worthy of being the emperor for so many years.

Wang Ying turned back, bowed and said respectfully.

"Mr. Hen, please wake up. I'm late!"

A man in a bright yellow dragon robe walked in, followed by a swordsman in red.

"Who am I?"

Zhu Houzhao was extremely surprised when he looked at the man in front of him who was dressed exactly like himself. Although Zhu Xiao had told him before that the prince of Nanping looked the same as himself, but after seeing him in person, Zhu Houzhao could not help but sigh at how big the world is.

It's no surprise that this man is like a twin brother to himself, it's hard to tell the real one from the fake one.

"Who is he? Can I be the emperor Zhu Houzhao, or the master of the Ming Dynasty!"

The attitude and tone of Prince Nanping are exactly the same as those of Zhu Houzhao, which makes people really confused about who is real and who is fake. Just like the real and fake Sun Wukong in this novel, it takes the Tathagata Buddha with great supernatural powers to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Then who am I?"

After Zhu Houzhao was surprised, he looked at the swordsman in red next to him. The man was tall and tall, and his red clothes were better than snow. He was cold and arrogant, as if he was left behind in the world and independent, relying on an isolated city to forget the river. It makes people forget the dust at the first sight, and all the worldly thoughts are gone.

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Chapter completed!