Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 982 Negotiations
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Ji Jiashu felt his back was cold.

In all fairness, Li Ji was telling the truth.

If they only deal with the group of big soldiers outside, the two of them can indeed lure this group of people away, or at least cause enough chaos for Ying Baoyue to fish in troubled waters and enter the palace.

Watching her all the way into the Soochow Palace tonight, Ji Jiashu had no doubts about her ability.

The question is, what happens after you get in?
Is she really going to go to the tiger's den and Longtan alone?
There are many high-level practitioners in Soochow, and even the king of Soochow is a fourth-rank practitioner, and it only takes a moment to crush a sixth-rank practitioner to death with his own hands.

"Don't worry," Ying Baoyue patted him on the shoulder, "After I go in, I have my own plans."

What are you going to do?
Ji Jiashu looked a little dazed. How did she plan to get in when she planned to visit the palace alone at night?

"I originally planned to set fire to the side hall to lure away the soldiers outside," Ying Baoyue saw what Ji Jiashu was thinking, and said with a light smile.

Li Ji was silent for a moment, feeling that he was right to follow.

"But there is no need to set the fire tonight. I think the King of Soochow would not blame me even if there is any accident." Ying Baoyue continued to smile.

Ji Jiashu always felt that something was wrong.

"Your Majesty is not a reasonable person." Li Ji's calm voice came from one side, "Those who trespass in the bedroom have always been killed without mercy."

This is it, Ji Jiashu's scalp tingles.

The king of Soochow Wu is a well-known iron-fisted king. The military generals came from a military background and valued martial arts over literature. The courtiers also killed as they said, so the weak crown took control of the entire court within less than five years.

"It's possible, but it's already here, of course we have to go in," Ying Baoyue said, "If you..."

"Don't worry about me," Li Ji said quietly, "If His Majesty is not in danger, he will not kill me."

Ying Baoyue was startled, and noticed something unusual in Li Ji's affirmation.

Even if he is the adopted son of the national teacher, why can he be so sure?
What is the relationship between him and Zhao Muren?
"I should be fine," Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, "Even if I'm found out, I'll be able to get away with it."

"Okay, then let's go," Li Ji glanced at Ji Jiashu, "Time is running out, we have to start acting if we want to go in, Mr. Ji, please follow me closely."

After speaking, he took out two black cloaks with hoods from his arms, put one on himself and handed the other to Ji Jiashu.

Really professional...

Ji Jiashu took the cloak with a delicate expression.

Is he really going to make a big fuss in the bedroom of the King of Soochow with the adopted son of the Soochow Master tonight...

Let me tell you that you are so obedient to her that there is nothing wrong with it...

Ji Jiashu had various thoughts in his mind, but in the end he tightened the scabbard around his waist, followed behind Li Ji, and looked back at Ying Baoyue, "You must be careful."

Although there was a risk of being broken by his father when he returned to Southern Chu, Ji Jiashu had to admit that this was the biggest madness in his life so far.

He wanted to go crazy with her like this one time.

In order for them to survive, and for the evil people who coveted their lives to give back.

Fight!

Dressed up, the two stood on the steps.

"There are 28 beds in Weiyang Palace." Li Ji stood on the steps and looked back at Ying Baoyue. "Your Majesty generally likes to use No. 17 beds, but it may be in other places. You must hurry up." .”

Hurry up and meet Zhao Muren before the dark guard finds her.

"Okay," Ying Baoyue nodded.

After finishing speaking, Li Ji and Ji Jiashu rushed towards the group of guards outside the bedroom like arrows leaving the string.

……

……

Zhao Muren was a little restless tonight.

As a king who has always been diligent in his administration, it is common for him to go to bed late and get up early.But today, too many things happened during the day, and even he was a little tired.

There are no concubines in Weiyang Palace, only piles of bamboo slips and memorials.

He sat in front of the desk and put down the last memorial, and sent the servants out to watch the night outside the door, and prepared to go to bed early.

Although he has been away from the barracks for many years, Zhao Muren still maintains the habit he has cultivated in the army for many years. He doesn't like to be served by someone close to him, and only lets his soldiers sleep outside the door.

In his opinion, a sword under the pillow is much safer than someone guarding the bedside.

Besides, since he ascended the throne, even though he was assassinated when he was out on patrol, Xiaoxiao had never appeared in Weiyang Palace.

After all, it's not as enjoyable as living in the military camp. Before that woman came, he was the crown prince of the Eastern Wu Dynasty and was the most assassinated in the northern camp.

Now he doesn't even have much chance to hold the sword himself.

Zhao Muren stroked the fading sword cocoon on his palm, looked up at Wang Jian hanging beside the bed, feeling a little sad in his heart.

There are no assassins, no concubines, no parents, and no queen.

Is the so-called lonely.

The deep palace that trapped him in it was really too quiet.

so quiet...

"who!?"

"There are assassins!"

"Quick escort!"

However, at this moment, the outside of Weiyang Palace was clamoring like boiling water, the torches and figures were shaking, and there was actually the sound of weapons colliding!
The sharp sword energy swept over and slammed through the wooden beams on the palace gate. Zhao Muren looked at the hole in the gate and opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

There are assassins?
"Your Majesty!" At this time, a deep voice came from his ear, "There are two practitioners coming, one is level [-] and the other is level [-], please stay here and don't move. Protect Your Majesty."

Zhao Muren knew that it was the voice of the commander of the dark guards protecting him, but he couldn't hide his shock when he heard this.

"Are there only two people?"

"Only two people are found for the time being," the commander on the ceiling said in a low voice, "the bravery of a common man is nothing to be afraid of, Lang Wei outside will not let these two people step into Weiyang Palace, the master of the state will be back in a quarter of an hour , Wei Chen and the others will stay by His Majesty's side every step of the way."

Hearing that there were assassins invading, Zhao Muren was indeed shocked for a moment, but he didn't panic.

He has confidence in his personal and secret guards.

Presumably the other party was also moved when he heard that Dongfang Yi left the palace for a short time, but with only two people, they couldn't reach him for a quarter of an hour.

"I just don't know where these assassins come from. Are they from Xirong?"

Looking at the shadows of swords and swords outside the door, Zhao Muren spoke lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Among them, there is a Lei Fa Zhe, who looks a lot like him, but he is a little thinner than the Xirong people." The leader of the dark guard said in a low voice.

A thin thunderbolt?
Zhao Muren's eyes tightened. Could it be the young man from Xirong whom Li Ji had mentioned?
"Pay attention to let Lang Bing see the color of that person's eyes, even if he is masked he can tell it!" Zhao Muren shouted.

"Decree!" The commander of the dark guard responded, telling the people around him to deliver the order.

"Is there another person?" Zhao Muren asked.

"Another person..." The commander of the dark guards paused for a rare moment, "He hasn't shown his sword skills so far, and he looks a bit like the sword skills of the North Cold Pavilion."

"Beihan Pavilion?" Zhao Muren frowned, remembering the rumor that Beihan Pavilion colluded with Xirong people.

Although there were only two people in this assassination tonight, it seems that the background is quite complicated.

"Your Majesty, swords have no eyes, you'd better stand back," the commander of the dark guard advised.

Zhao Muren nodded, and took one last look at the figure outside the door, "Let the Lang guards deal with it quickly, and I will go to bed first."

These two assassins cannot escape. As for the identities of the assassins, Dongfang Yi will interrogate them when she returns, and will put the information on his case tomorrow.

Of course, the greater possibility is that these two people are dead men, and they will commit suicide if they fail to assassinate, and nothing can be found.

He has seen this kind of thing a lot.

Those who achieve greatness need to be able to lift weights lightly.

Although there are swords and swords outside the door, Zhao Muren can still sleep, this is the quality of a general.

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the bed he had chosen tonight.

Just when he lifted the bed curtain.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Suddenly, the shocked voice of the commander of the hidden guards came to his ears. Zhao Muren had dealt with this old man left behind by his father for more than ten years, and this was the first time he heard such a voice from this person.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Muren asked with a frown in pajamas.

However, at this moment, his hand to lift the bed curtain was fixed in mid-air.

Inside the snow-white bed curtain, a girl was sitting on his bed with her knees hugged.

Seeing Zhao Muren looking over stiffly, the girl smiled at him.

"Xiaomu, long time no see."

　Xiaomu, isn't it a surprise?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)