While drinking tea, the two brothers sitting in the front row kept peeking at Zhao Wuyou, expecting that what they expected would happen. But who would have thought that Zhao Wuyou didn't even react at all, but instead talked with him in high spirits.
Feng Feiyang was chatting with him in the row behind him.
"What's going on? I clearly saw him being hit, why didn't he even react at all?" Zhao Wuhen looked at his younger brother, his eyes full of surprise.
The latter couldn't help but frown at this time. He had secretly tested the efficacy of the medicine, and the results were shocking. It was impossible for such a situation to occur.
"Is this because the effects of the medicine haven't started to take effect yet? Logically speaking, he must be lying down now. He can't be so energetic anymore to chat with the people next to him."
"Damn it, is this bastard deliberately suppressing it? In fact, he himself can no longer control it?"
The two brothers were still observing Zhao Wuyou. After watching for a while, they reached a consensus that Zhao Wuyou must be pretending. The real situation is that he is almost unbearable.
"The prince has arrived..." A sharp voice sounded, breaking the brothers' plans. They stood up one by one to greet the host of the banquet.
In recent days, the prince has accomplished two major events in succession. He has dealt with corrupt officials and sent all the refugees staying around the capital back to their hometowns, along with some food for transportation and farming.
These two major events gradually increased the prince's prestige. Even the ministers who originally thought the prince was not capable began to change their thinking and chose to support the prince.
The emperor's attitude was also very open-minded. Not only did he greatly appreciate the prince's behavior, he also had no intention of taking back his rights.
The suspicion between father and son that appeared in the imperial families of the past dynasties has rarely disappeared in this dynasty, but has been replaced by a loving father and a filial son, who govern together.
This time, the prince's eldest son was also born, and he was even more happy from ear to ear. He was also sighing in his heart that there was a successor to the empire.
Not only the prince and those who supported him thought so, but also ordinary people and scholars who were not concerned with worldly affairs. Everyone made a judgment at this moment. The prince's status was as stable as Mount Tai and would never be shaken again.
The proud prince greeted everyone, especially after seeing Zhao Wuyou, the two looked at each other and smiled, with all kinds of emotions in them.
But now that there were many guests, the Crown Prince did not say a word to Zhao Wuyou, but hurriedly handled other matters.
However, although Zhao Wuyou was smiling, he secretly felt bad.
A white-haired master appeared behind the prince, making him feel a vague sense of incredible fear. He even doubted that if the white-haired master made an attack, he would be hard-pressed to withstand it.
And unlike before, the master in front of him not only had the shadow of a barbarian beast, but even the aura emanating from his body made people feel very dangerous. Zhao Wuyou had to watch him carefully to prevent him from unexpected things.
Do it yourself.
"How come you still don't feel safe after wearing this pierced garment?" Zhao Wuyou sat in his seat, drinking a glass of wine with some disappointment. There were people flying behind him, and because he had just stood up to greet the prince, he was having a hard time at the moment.
I'm sitting down.
The painful look was as if someone had hidden countless needles under his body.
"Brother Feng, please sit down quickly. When the Crown Prince sees you still standing here, he will definitely ask, do you want the Crown Prince to chat alone, or do you want to be the target of public criticism?" Zhao Wuyou turned his face,
He looked at Feng Feiyang and said.
Feng Feiyang was reminded with a sad face. He also wanted to sit down, but his body didn't allow it. He felt as if his body had been stabbed, especially now.
"Sir, I'm extremely uncomfortable right now. Please help me, please push me down." Feng Feiyang asked Zhao Wuyou who was standing aside with a look of determination.
Zhao Wuyou was stunned at first, but seeing how sincere he was, he decided to put aside his past grudges and help him on this occasion.
He stood up slightly and pressed gently on Feng Feiyang's shoulder. The latter shouted softly with a painful expression:
"Be gentle, worry-free, be gentle."
"Okay, I'll try my best." Zhao Wuyou glanced around awkwardly to make sure no one was watching, then he continued to press down gently.
What originally only took one second, Zhao Wuyou took nearly three minutes to completely press Feng Feiyang into position.
The latter breathed a long sigh of relief and said:
"My wound is open again."
Immediately afterwards, he cried and said to Zhao Wuyou:
"Sir, when I leave soon, could you please help me to stand up?"
Zhao Wuyou nodded silently, feeling a little more sympathetic to this guy in his heart.
Every move of the two people attracted the attention of the Zhao brothers.
Zhao Wuhen looked at Zhao Wuyou's appearance and asked with some embarrassment:
"What is the relationship between this Zhao Wuyou and that Feng Feiyang? Didn't you hear that what happened to that Feng Feiyang and the two halberd men in the restaurant two days ago? Is it possible that this Zhao Wuyou is also among them?
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"I asked him why he hasn't been to Baihualou recently. His relationship has changed. It's so shameless."
Zhao Wuyou on the side did not care about this matter. He only cared about when Zhao Wuyou could not bear it anymore and did something that went against common sense. In the end, everyone saw him. Even if someone wanted to protect him, he could not.
The kind that speaks.
The banquet officially started, the familiar cliche plot was not interesting at all.
However, Zhao Wuyou realized that almost all the people invited by the prince were his confidants, and some of these people already held great power. Almost half of the Fengming Empire's court had come.
It's really incredible that the prince's power is so great. It doesn't arouse the emperor's suspicion. Do the father and son really know each other so well?
Before Zhao Wuyou could figure it out, the white-haired master next to the prince walked towards Zhao Wuyou. He held two glasses of wine in his hand and said with a smile on his face:
"You must be Mr. Wuyou. I've heard of you for a long time. Can I have a drink with you?"
Sure enough, when Zhao Wuyou saw him coming over with wine, the stone in his heart fell to the ground. He stood up unhurriedly and said with a smile:
"Okay, since you have heard my name, can you also let me hear your name?"
"My name is Xie Du." The white-haired man said, passing the wine glass to Zhao Wuyou and looking at him calmly.
With this look on his face, it was obvious that he couldn't survive without drinking. Zhao Wuyou complained secretly, but still didn't have any fear. He drank the wine in one gulp and then said:
"Brother Xie seems to have extraordinary bearing. It should be reassuring to have you by the prince's side. His Majesty the Emperor really cares about his successor."
The latter smiled coldly. He naturally knew what Zhao Wuyou was referring to, but there was no need to explain such things too thoroughly. Silence was often a response.
The white-haired man handed the wine in his glass to Zhao Wuyou and said with a sneer:
"There is also a glass of wine here, sir, please drink it too."
Zhao Wuyou didn't hesitate and killed it in one go.
It wasn't until he watched Zhao Wuyou drink two glasses of wine that Dixie Xie smiled meaningfully. He stretched out his hand and secretly pressed it against Zhao Wuyou's shoulder.
"Puch"
The iron ring with barbs was indeed touched by him, and his strength was too great. The two centimeter-long barbs directly penetrated his fingers.
With a sound of "Ah", the white-headed man subconsciously slapped Zhao Wuyou again, hitting him on the chest again, and his palm was once again caught by the barbed iron ring.
His palm power was astonishing, and Zhao Wuyou couldn't use his cultivation now. He flew backwards despite all the effort. Before leaving, a lot of the white-haired man's palm flesh was taken away from the barbs.
When Zhao Wuyou flew out, he knocked over Feng Feiyang behind him. The latter suddenly collapsed and shouted out of control. The two extra pairs of pants he wore were instantly soaked with blood.
Zhao Wuyou, who flew upside down, was not seriously injured. The palm force containing huge energy had been partially offset by the iron ring and barbed clothing.
He spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and looked at the white-haired man in confusion.
At this moment, the white-haired man had a dark face and shouted:
"You scum, you actually dare to hide a hidden weapon on your body, I will kill you, you bastard."
As he spoke, he ignored his appearance and stepped forward quickly, kicking Zhao Wuyou on the head.
Zhao Wuyou was not stupid. He knew that he could not use his cultivation. Instead, he had a new idea. He relied on the basic boxing skills he had practiced in Fengming Sect and flew directly to resist. He used physical boxing to resist those with cultivation.
Powerful white-haired man.
The scene was momentarily disrupted, and the prince sitting on the throne couldn't help but stand up. Just as he was about to stop him, he thought of what his father said today.
"No matter what this white-haired man does at the banquet, no interference is allowed. He has his own discretion."
He stood up in confusion, sat down again in despair, greeted everyone with a hint of mist, and continued drinking.
Zhao Wuyou dodged the blow, took advantage of the situation, stood up, and threw himself directly on the man. The barbed clothes he wore also worked wonders, directly piercing the white-haired man's body, causing the latter to suffer pain.
He yelled, but his palms were injured. He was no longer Zhao Wuyou's opponent. Instead, Zhao Wuyou took advantage of the opponent's problem of underestimating his opponent. He stood up and grabbed a sword from the guard and wanted to fight with the white-haired man.
Fight to the end.
The medicine on the white-haired man quickly took effect. He looked at Zhao Wuyou swayingly, with rage in his heart. When he lost his mind, he aimed a fatal palm directly at Zhao Wuyou.
Zhao Wuyou watched him waving his bloody palms, and was no longer anxious. Instead, he smiled and directed the disaster to the Zhao brothers not far away.
"Damn it, this bastard wants to use that white-haired man's hand to get rid of us."
The white-haired man was led to the middle of the banquet. The originally good banquet could no longer be maintained.
Seeing that things were getting out of control, the prince said with a dark face:
"Xie Du, what's the matter with you? Have you drunk too much?"
After being shouted at by the Crown Prince, Xie Du gradually regained his consciousness, which had been in a coma. He turned around, knelt down to the Crown Prince and said:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I was drunk, so I lost control. Please forgive me, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
The latter also knew that this was the emperor's person and that he could not offend him at all, so he had a dark face and asked Gong Jiu on the side to take him down, while Zhao Wuyou became a little miserable because of the blood on his body.
However, this matter was finally dealt with without any danger. He knew that he should also be injured and fell to the ground, so he fell to the ground suddenly and pretended to be unconscious and fainted.
"Imperial Physician, please pass on the Imperial Physician." The prince looked at the messy banquet unhappily. He didn't feel any pretense at this moment, so he had to end the banquet hastily and ordered someone to send the injured Zhao Wuyou home.
At the same time, Feng Feiyang, a fellow member of the royal family, stood up with the help of acquaintances around him, and then left with bloody footsteps step by step.
Zhao Wuyou didn't dare to take any chances on the carriage. He didn't feel relieved until he saw the door of his home.
Bingqing Yujie watched Zhao Wuyou come back from injury, weeping and guarding him one by one, and hurriedly called for people, almost sending Zhao Wuyou back to his room, and quickly ordered him to prepare some medicine to treat Zhao Wuyou's injury.
After a set of procedures, those who transported Zhao Wuyou knew that he must be seriously injured, so they left the Zhao Mansion thoughtfully one by one, going back to report to their masters.
Half a day later, the emperor entered the palace.
The crown prince appeared inside, along with the white-haired Xie Du.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, Zhao Wuyou's cultivation is gone, and after drinking two more glasses of that kind of wine, it's impossible for him to be able to practice again.
But this person is so scheming that he even wore clothes with a hidden weapon when attending a banquet. The hidden weapon even contained poison, so we had to guard against it."
The white-haired Xie Du was swollen and purple all over. He didn't look human at all and looked very funny.
The emperor nodded silently, but finally smiled slightly and said to Xie Du:
"You should go and cultivate well. Since Zhao Wuyou appears with this hidden weapon, it means that he no longer knows how to practice. He carries the hidden weapon to protect himself. He has nothing to worry about now."
After sending the white-haired Xie Du away, the emperor looked at the prince again. He looked at the prince deeply and said:
"You will know later why I treat Zhao Wuyou like this, but now, I can't tell you."
The Crown Prince nodded. He never dared to disobey his father. This chapter has been completed!