This year's autumn is colder than in previous years. From the Mid-Autumn Festival to now, it has rained seven times in Jingcheng in just over 20 days. Each rain brings a coolness, and it accumulates layer by layer, allowing the autumn breeze to come early.
It added a sense of sadness, making the grass and trees rustle wherever it passed, and also making people's hearts wrinkle.
After lunch, Song Yang sat in the post house, chatting with Er Sha and Xiao Qi. Mr. Xie Jiu rushed to Penglai for official business. I wonder if the government will send another spy to investigate him. To be cautious, Song Yang
Yang has not had any contact with Luoshuang Pavilion recently, and his life has been extremely relaxed.
He didn't know anything about the preparations for the fire. The dwarf and the blind man had completed all the desk preparations half a month ago, and the remaining matters had nothing to do with them. They were all left to Gu, Li, and Bo to take charge.
, no one ever came to deliver a letter during this period, but Song Yang understood that if there was no news, everything was normal and everything went smoothly.
While chatting, a figure flashed outside the door and Shi Xiaoxiao came back.
Shi Xiaoxiao had heard Artai talk about the situation in Daleiyin Temple before when chatting. These things he knew were extremely important to Amber. The two of them met often these days...
Shi Xiaoxiao didn't look good. Seeing that his expression was different, Song Yang frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Just came back from Senior Hu Hu," Shi Xiaoxiao soaked the handkerchief in the copper basin and put it on his face: "She is almost ready, but there are still two things missing, one is your blood, and the other is
It's scale leather gloves. Please prepare them quickly and I'll send them over, or..." At this point, he hesitated a little: "I wonder if anyone will be watching you. If you are sure of getting rid of the surveillance, I hope you can get away with it this time.
I can go in person.”
Song Yang didn't ask any more questions. He thought for a moment and got up and went out to the Uighur Post House. Not long after, Axia, the leader of the Uighur warriors, walked out of the post house with a group of retinues and walked through the streets and alleys, looking bored.
After walking for a while, they entered an old store specializing in folk items. Everyone bypassed the counter and went directly into the back hall... After a while, Song Yang, who had wiped off his Uighur attire and changed back to Han clothes, walked through the secret door of the old store.
He walked out quietly, quickly merged into the crowd and disappeared.
After several twists and turns, Song Yang left the city, getting more and more remote. It was also half a month ago that Amber moved out of Luoshuang Pavilion. She said that she wanted to concentrate on preparing for the trip to the Great Thunder Sound Tower. There were many inconveniences in Luoshuang Pavilion, but
She didn't mention the specific 'inconvenience'.
She moved outside the city, into the yellow wilderness, guarding a mass of graves.
Grand Master Luo Guan is not here, and the first-level competition is approaching. He must return to the palace to be dispatched at any time. At this moment, Li Mingji's people are guarding the surroundings, and Ye Feifei is sitting here. The old man who appeared when he secretly talked about Guide is also there. Obviously this
This group is Li Mingji's most elite subordinates.
As soon as he entered the door, the stench of decay, medicine and spices mixed together and hit his face. This smell was somewhat familiar. After recalling it carefully, Song Yang suddenly realized that it was the smell of the imperial master. When the imperial master rushed towards the carriage on Yanziping, he
I've smelled it before, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Amber's thoughts are deep, and this flavor is indispensable when pretending to be a national master.
At this moment, she had already 'dressed up', wrapping her chest, padding her back, and 'repairing' her figure to resemble that of a national master. She wore a pale mask on her face and a white robe on her body, leaving no gaps because she hadn't gotten the gloves yet.
Her hands were also tucked into the wide sleeves like Gu Zhaojun's. Looking at them now, at least Song Yang couldn't tell the authenticity.
The mask was made by blacksmith Xiao Yi under the guidance of Hu Hu. There was no threat in it. The blacksmith didn't know the inside story. From the moment he started working, he would be followed by Mr. Bo's people when he went out. When he returned to the inn, Nan Rong would monitor him.
Make sure he doesn't leak the secret.
Obviously, Hu Bo didn't expect that Song Yang would come in person, and ventriloquism said with a smile: "Why did you come here by yourself? Just let the monk run. Tomorrow, Yipin Lei, you should rest peacefully."
There is no need to fight for the first level of Lei Nanli, so there is no need to nourish the energy and concentrate. Besides, even if you have to prepare, Shi Xiaoxiao is as good as Song Yang for going to the Lei... Sure enough, it is the mother's thoughts. Compared with her son, no one else can be considered human.
, can be used as a livestock herd.
Song Yang smiled and shook his head, praising: "You always act like this, luckily I knew in advance, if we met you outside, I would have to pounce on you with a knife."
Amber was happy and laughed muffled by Song Yang's flattery. The laughter was still coming from her belly. Maybe it was because she was not skilled enough in ventriloquism breath control, or maybe it was due to her weak body.
After laughing twice, he suddenly coughed loudly.
Song Yang hurriedly stepped forward to help her suppress the cough, but after taking two steps, he suddenly froze. Amber's cough... was not her voice, or in other words, the coughing sound did not come from her throat at all, but from her throat.
It comes from the mouth, but it 'leaks' out from the throat and neck.
Song Yang is also a poisoner and a doctor, so why can't he hear the real reason why Amber coughs like this: not only did the poison make him mute, but it also pierced his throat... Just like the situation of the national master, the cough caused severe physical pain.
Shivering, the robe was shaking, revealing a crack in the cuffs, shocking abscesses, boils, and rotting skin.
In a daze, Song Yang couldn't even tell whether the person in front of her was the Imperial Master or Amber, until she suppressed her cough and ventriloquism laughed: "I can't get to the Great Thunder Sound Platform without extra effort. I don't want to die."
over there.
The ventriloquism was suffocating, but the smile was relaxed. Amber had rotted the skin all over his body with drugs, and the drugs he administered were strong.
Relying on the robe, mask, and gloves, no skin will be exposed, but if he 'accidentally' lets the monks of Leiyintai see his rotten skin, it will undoubtedly be more believable; or he may cough hoarsely for a while, enduring the drama.
Pain laughed harshly with a voice that only a national master could have... Moreover, the unique smell of a national master cannot be matched by other means, and the imitator must also be truly rotten.
And the amber eyes were also filled with special healing potion. The originally bright and clear eyes became blood-red, gloomy and cold.
Song Yang understood why Shi Xiaoxiao asked him to come and take a look in person. The painstaking efforts Hu Bo put into dressing up as a national master far exceeded what others imagined in advance.
The reason why Amber left Luoshuang Pavilion and moved to a remote place was simple. She wanted to use strong medicine to rot the flesh on her hands, forearms, neck, mouth, ankles, and even face. It was very painful, and she was not going to grit her teeth and hold it in.
Shout out when it hurts.
Luoshuang Pavilion is in a prosperous place, and the miserable howling is a bit shocking.
Song Yang was stunned, not knowing what to say at all, and the inexplicable suffocation deep in his throat prevented him from saying a word. Amber continued to smile: "Don't be so worthless, it's nothing, think about it
Look, Da Leiyintai is Yan Ding's old nest. If it can be destroyed, I will die ten more times without even mentioning it! What's more, I am seriously ill, but it is very easy to cure. When everything is settled tomorrow, my son will give it to me.
rule."
Song Yang nodded, wanting to shed tears, and wanted to say something, but Amber did not allow him to say anything. Now that the secret had been 'revealed', she no longer concealed her rotten hands, and took out a thin one from her arms that was almost visible, no more than the size of a soybean.
The pupa was thrown over: "Use a hollow needle to draw blood and inject it into it. It can keep the blood fresh for twenty-four hours."
Song Yang calmed down and poured his own blood into the pupa. Then he followed Amber's instructions, took out his scaly hand, turned it over, and carefully stuck the blood pupa on the tip of his right index finger. Don't ask, if necessary, Amber
A decree will be delivered in front of the "confidants"... The trace of blood on the decree is enough to erase all doubts.
Regarding the 'structure' of Da Leiyintai, all knowledge comes from Shi Xiaoxiao, which is probably enough; as for the 'steps', words, etc. of pretending to be a national master tomorrow, they were repeatedly discussed with Gu Zhaojun, Mr. Bo, and Li Mingji.
of.
Song Yang didn't know much about these details, and Hu Bo didn't want to say more. He took the gloves and put them on, tried it with all his strength, and made sure that nothing could be seen on the outside. But as long as he needed it, he could squeeze out the blood pupae and stain Song Yang's blood.
Xue Amber smiled with satisfaction, then realized that his son couldn't see his smile through the mask, so he activated his 'ventriloquism' and chuckled a few times: "Very good, now everything is ready."
Song Yang asked tentatively: "Who will accompany you tomorrow?"
Unsurprisingly, Amber shook his head: "I can pretend to be the national master, but no one can pretend to be the national master Ayi and Aer, and if there is one more person, there will be one more flaw, and you have to have ***
I have to take care of myself, I am very troubled, I am enough on my own.”
At this point, she suddenly laughed, let out a breathless laugh, and said with a loud voice: "Don't worry, Yan Ding is not here, just rely on other bald donkeys, even if they expose me, what can I do? If you don't leave any one alive, they will all be poisoned to death."
.”
The danger of entering the Great Thunder Sound Tower alone is self-evident. Song Yang was worried, but did not try to dissuade him. If he had to dissuade him, he should have spoken out to stop him more than 20 days ago when Hu Bo decided to impersonate the imperial master... Hu Bo's trip,
It has nothing to do with Song Yang. She pretended to be a national master and went to the Great Thunder Sound Tower because of her eldest brother, because of Youli, and because she had never really seen this beautiful son in this world for eighteen years.
Song Yang swept away all the noisy emotions in his eyes, face, and heart, and smiled at Hu Hu: "Tomorrow, the monk at the Great Thunder Sound Platform will be unlucky."
Amber did not respond, but tilted her head and stared at Song Yang intently. After a while, she took a deep breath and said, "My son, you really look good when you smile!" Although the ventriloquism was vague, you could still hear the hint of it.
Earned and proud.
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When Song Yang returned to the post house, it was still bright. At this time, Jingtai was sitting in the imperial study, expressionless.
There were several important ministers in front of the desk, reporting on the recent government affairs one by one. What everyone said was important, related to the country, military affairs, and people's livelihood. But what they said specifically, Jingtai didn't hear at all. He was distracted.
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The minister's voice became softer and softer as he spoke. Everyone could tell that the emperor was absent-minded, and several ministers became a little uneasy. When Jingtai was in a bad mood, his favorite thing to do was to kill people. It was really not a good thing to stand in front of him at this time.
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Surprisingly, after Jingtai came to his senses, he did not lose his temper and said to his ministers: "Just take care of these things and go down." After saying that, he smiled apologetically... a few
After the ministers retreated, they couldn't help but look at each other. Although they didn't say it out loud, they all had the same thought: Has the Long Live Lord changed his temper?
His temperament has not changed, but his thoughts have changed. Jingtai understands one truth better than anyone else: with the Imperial Master gone, he can no longer be crazy.
After the minister left, Jingtai continued to be in a daze...
Tomorrow is the first-level competition, but the national master has not come back yet, and there is no news. Among the group, there are four who are going to compete, four great masters, and one of them has real abilities far beyond the name of "grandmaster"
's national preceptor.
It has been delayed twice, and it is a big bet. There is no way to delay it any longer, otherwise the subjects will misunderstand it and think that the emperor is afraid. But they will not come. What chance does Dayan have of winning? Fortunately, he still has a
Luo Guan is in charge, and the other nine have different cultivation levels, but they are all great players, and they still have what it takes to give them a try.
But the most important thing, and what Jingtai is most worried about, is not tomorrow's arena, but the life and death of the national master. The national master must not die.
As early as half a month ago, he released the trust bird... the bird that the Imperial Master had seriously warned, 'Do not use it unless absolutely necessary'.
On the other side of Quezi is a person who has been following the Imperial Preceptor since he was a child. He is absolutely trustworthy and his ability is second only to the Imperial Preceptor, Hua Xiaofei.
Hua Xiaofei is not at the Thunder Sound Stage. He has his own mission and cannot be disturbed. But things have turned out the way they are now. Jingtai can't wait any longer, and he can't bear it any longer. He contacted the other party instead of asking him to host the battle.
, but informed the Imperial Master of his disappearance and asked him to rush to Nanli to find him.
The Imperial Master is missing. This matter is confidential. Only this person is trustworthy. He should have arrived in Nuli now... Just as he was thinking wildly, the messenger eunuch suddenly ran in and knelt down: "Long live the Lord..."
Could it be news about the imperial master? Jingtai was refreshed, but soon became disappointed. It was the news coming from Tomorrow Villa: Suzhou and Hangzhou reported that the hot air balloon will be completed tonight. If the emperor wants to 'fly',
Just tomorrow.
Jingtai waved his hand, not losing his temper, not tomorrow, September 8th, Yipinlei.
The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow...it won't work until the Imperial Preceptor comes back. Without the Imperial Preceptor, the emperor can no longer go crazy.