Chapter 284: The New Staff of Yongwang Mansion (2)
Yongwang Mansion.
Li Xian, the commander of Tiance Palace, walked out slowly. Behind him, the slightly drunk Yong Wang Li Lin followed out with a smile.
"Second Grandpa, you--"
"His Royal Highness Yong!"
Li Xian turned his head, glanced at him, and said lightly: "I am not a royal relative, but just a dry bone in Tiance Mansion, that's all."
Li Lin knew that he had broken his promise and said apologetically: "Look at my brain, I can't remember anything if I drink some wine. Sorry, sir."
"It's good that Your Highness Yong can remember it. Also, drinking alcohol will make a mistake. Since Your Highness cannot drink, don't drink too much."
"Today I am meeting with the commander. I am happy, so I drank a few more drinks." A bitter smile appeared on Li Lin's face, "Besides, I have fallen into this situation. What else can I do except drink and have fun but live a life without any more?"
Li Xian looked at him deeply: "Your Highness Yong, luck is unpredictable, don't waste your time easily. The saint is just a little blamed you. You will not eat your poison. The saint will one day promote you again."
"Hehe... the Lord of Commander Ji Yan."
Li Xian bowed: "The old minister still has important matters, so it is not convenient to stay for a long time. Your Highness Yong, the old minister will take his leave first."
Li Lin nodded: "Chang'an is indeed not peaceful during this period. There are rumors that the people from the Magic Shadow Pavilion have already wandered into Chang'an. After so long, they can still avoid the eyes and ears of Tiance Mansion and not be discovered. The other party is hiding deeply."
"The Demon Shadow Pavilion...and this."
Li Xian sighed in his heart: "Demon Shadow Pavilion, Blood Clothes Hall, a turbulent autumn, why did all the guys from back then emerge?"
"Please stay, your Highness."
Li Xian waved, and a horse galloped over and stopped in front of him.
"Ming Jun Zhuyue, this is one of the father's beloved horses. When will it be rewarded to the commander?" Li Lin asked curiously with deep envy in his eyes.
"On April 13th, after the saint went out and was assassinated, the old minister actually didn't do much effort that night, but the saint gave such a heavy reward. The old minister was really ashamed."
"The commander is such a bad word. You are the pillar of the country and save the saint from danger. What is a mere horse? It's too few, in my opinion, not worth mentioning. If I were the emperor, I would definitely give you the title of Duke and Marquis and enjoy..."
"King Yong!" Li Xian scolded coldly, "You are drunk."
Li Lin suddenly woke up and recalled what he had just said, his face suddenly pale, and the blood faded away like white wax.
Cold sweat wet his clothes, and a cool breeze blew from behind him, and Li Lin was even more scared and shivered.
He looked around vigilantly. Fortunately, the two of them had already left the mansion gate and walked a long distance. No one around heard what they were talking about.
"Master Commander, Li Lin is talking nonsense after drinking, it's really unintentional. I hope you..."
Li Xian pressed his hands and said in a deep voice: "Drink less bars in the future."
He turned around and his horse, his legs were gently clamped with his abdomen, and the horse made a cheerful neigh, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in front of the Yong Palace.
Li Lin stared at the direction of Li Xian leaving. After a while, a person suddenly walked over, with a feather fan and a luster, dressed in an elegant manner.
The man chuckled softly and said, "How is Li Xian's attitude towards you?"
On Li Lin's face, the frightened expression gradually evolved into a proud smile:
"It's not bad. This old guy believed me a little."
"This time he didn't drink, which means he was still wary. I didn't burn incense, just because he was afraid that he would find clues, expose us, and harm Your Highness."
Li Lin glanced at him with a squinted look: "When do you want to do it? The Japanese envoy will leave Chang'an tomorrow. That boy Li Chu will free up his hands and will focus on investigating you again."
"I'm not afraid, Li Chu's most capable men are now, but only three people - Li Xin'an, Xie Liya and Zong Nanxun. An Qingxu is still in Zhaowen Hall, which is enough to attract the attention of Li Xin'an and Zong Nanxun."
"Don't forget, Tiance Mansion just accepted the order to investigate Li Chu and the Blood Clothes Hall, and they all had to lie down honestly. As for a witch, hehe... I really want to learn about Tianzhu's martial arts. Look at the person from Tianzhu Living Buddha.
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, how much does it cost?"
Li Lin suddenly had a somewhat struggling expression on his face: "Li Chu... Chu'er... Hiss, am I going to say something to him? Why don't I remember it?"
Seeing Li Lin with a confused look on his face, the man twisted his shoulders and let the two look at each other.
"Your Highness Yong, you have forgotten nothing."
"From the beginning, you and the prince are enemies!"
Two purple lotus flowers appeared in his eyes. In Li Lin's eyes, there were two purple lotus flowers, which flashed away.
"Yes, born in the royal family, there are mortal enemies everywhere. If the prince abandons me, I shouldn't have any fantasies."
The man looked back at the Yong Palace and said:
"Li Chu is not a simple person either. There are at least three spies he sent in your Prince Yong's Mansion. You can't hide your relationship with Li Xian. I guess he will come to you in two days."
"What should I do?"
"As long as you don't expose me, you can say whatever you want."
The man turned around and walked into the mansion. Li Lin's ears were still ringing:
"I still have something to do, and I can't stay in Chang'an for too long. If you want to be an emperor, you must gain Li Xian's trust as soon as possible, and then let me kill him!"
...
The next day, Igarashi Kazuki and Miyahara Kazuya, who were the only remaining in the Japanese mission, went to court and formally submitted their farewell.
The saint Li Longji comforted them with kindness. Eight people came to Tang, four died and one was abandoned. Of course, the Tang Dynasty, as a landlord, also had to make some expressions.
Li Longji waved his hand and rewarded him with a thousand taels of silver and a hundred pieces of silk and satin. He also prepared two large ships of ships and hundreds of soldiers and sent them back to his hometown in person.
However, Igarashi Qifeng refused all of them and only asked for a large ship. Li Longji naturally nodded in agreement.
After the dispersal of the court, the two waves of Japanese envoys were reunited. There were originally a total of fifty-three people. After the integration, Miyahara Kazuya also eliminated some dissidents, leaving only forty people who were content with their own self-righteousness.
A group of people rushed to Chunmingmen with a light car.
Twenty miles east of Chang'an City, Li Xin'an, Murong Bai and others had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing the rising dust from afar, Li Xinan knew that it was Igarashi Qiefeng and others who came, so he smiled and greeted him.
"Igarashi Jun!"
Igarashi Qiefeng saw the familiar face with open arms, and widened his eyes in disbelief:
"Brother Li?"
He tied the reins, turned over and dismounted, and rushed to Li Xin'an.
"We thought you had resigned a few days ago, why should we wait here?"
Li Xin'an smiled and said, "There is a saying in the Central Plains that is to send you thousands of miles. Of course, it is impossible for us to send you so far."
He broke two willow branches from the willow tree beside him and handed them to Igarashi Nagashi and Miyahara Kazuya.
"The sad place in the world, the hard work of seeing the guests. The spring breeze knows the pain of parting, and willow branches will not be sent. Igarashi, Miyahara, after drinking this glass of farewell wine, the road ahead is long, and goodbye to the world."
Igarashi Qiefeng took the wine bowl half the size of a wine jar with both hands, looked at Li Xin'an gratefully, raised his head and drank it all.
Miyahara Kazuya looked complicated and Murong Bai toasted him. He didn't want to drink it, but he couldn't refuse it.
Seeing that Igarashi Kazuki beside him had finished drinking this big bowl of wine so generously, Miyahara Kazuya naturally didn't want to be inferior, so he had to frown and finish drinking.
Li Xinan patted Igarashi Qiefeng on the shoulder: "It's getting late, let's get on the horse."
Igarashi Qifeng took a few steps back and suddenly knelt on his knees. In Li Xin'an's astonished gaze, he kowtowed three times.
"A teacher for one day and a father for life! I know that Xin'anjun may be ashamed to accept a Japanese man like me as his apprentice, but Igarashi Qifeng will always respect Xin'anjun. Although you have only given me one day, what I learned is enough to benefit me for the rest of my life."
Li Xinan smiled bitterly and helped Igarashi Qiefeng up: "If you do this, it seems that I am not a thing anymore. I have a booklet here, which was originally something I want to teach you. Since there is no way to teach by words and deeds, I can only count on you to practice by yourself."
Igarashi Kazuki took the book excitedly
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The booklet, silent for a long time, said in a deep voice:
"My Igarashi family, no, as long as Igarashi is breeze, no... As long as the Igarashi family is alive for one day, Japan will always be good friends of the Tang Dynasty!"
Li Xinan smiled comfortably: "Get on the horse, hurry up, otherwise you will sleep in the wilderness tonight. Be careful that the tiger will take you away."
Igarashi Qifeng no longer delayed it, so he bowed deeply to Li Xin'an, then got on the horse, and galloped eastward with the Japanese mission.
Looking at their backs as they were leaving, Murong Bai said worriedly:
"If you want to impress him with your feelings, you might as well kill him directly."
"How many years can Igarashi Kazuki's promise stay?"
Li Xin'an whispered: "Ten years, twenty years, it doesn't matter. One day, it's better than killing him."
...
The sun sets, the setting sun is like blood, and the fragrance of Curie ushers in a long-lost peace.
After practicing with Murong Bai for an afternoon, Li Xin'an felt his bones all over his body soft. He lay lazily on the recliner, allowing the scorching airflow in his body to slowly flow through his limbs and bones.
This is a sign of his cultivation level. In the past six months, Li Xin'an's cultivation level has been almost completely shelved. Since breaking through to the second level, he has felt the joy of breaking through his cultivation level for a long time.
"Are you planning to enter?"
After taking a shower, Murong Bai walked out of the room and looked at Li Xinan who was slapped into mud and asked.
"No more precipitation?"
"No more waiting."
Li Xinan whispered: "Everyone is ready to leave Chang'an and go out into the world. Don't you improve yourself? Qinglan is almost at the peak of the third grade."
"Now, the Blood Clothing Hall has been exposed. Although the saint has only been dumped by the Tiance Mansion, once he is interested and investigates it personally, His Highness dares not continue to hide us."
"I have asked Zhang Quan to take some of his people to Fengzhou. They will head southwest to Kuizhou."
"No wonder there were so many people missing in Youxiang Curie the day before yesterday, and I never saw Zhang Quan again." Murong Bai said, "You want to check the Demon Shadow Pavilion?"
"Um."
Li Xin'an sat up straight: "An Qingxu... Your Highness has his own plans. Besides, it's related to the national destiny and we can't interfere. However, I can't let this Xuanyuan have friends."
...
Three days later, the eastern capital Luoyang.
Igarashi Qiefeng and his group rushed for almost three days without stopping. What surprised them was that they did not see the marks left by Juan Qingyuan along the way.
"Miyahara, haven't Jujube made an agreement with us?"
Miyahara Kazuya also shook his head: "Although he agreed to meet in Luoyang, since he did not show up, we can only hurry up and rush forward."
"Juan Qingyuan may not be trusted."
Igarashi Kazuki made up his mind and ordered him to leave the city at night.
The group rushed to the road again, from Luoyang to the east, and there was a flat and wide road all the way. However, tonight, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and they could not see their five fingers, so their speed did not improve.
After about an hour of traveling, Igarashi Qifeng had already left the Luoyang territory. Just as Igarashi wanted to order a rest, he heard someone in the team behind him exclaiming:
"Miyamoto is dead!"
Igarashi Kazuki looked over in horror, and saw that under the torch, Miyamoto Kyo's eyes protruded from his eye sockets, his body was stiff, and he sat on the back of a horse. He had been dead for more than half an hour.
Not only Miyamoto Kyo, but others also discovered the rest of the dead one after another.
"Kono Jun is dead too!"
"So too!"
"Longchuanjun is dead too!"
“…”
Igarashi Qifeng felt that his breathing stopped. There were nine people dead in the team, and they were all located in the center of the team.
What kind of master is he who can kill nine people silently?
What Igarashi Qifeng didn't know was that behind him, on the top of a big tree, the black clouds slowly faded away, revealing a few rays of moonlight, illuminating a figure with a sword-bearing.