low-key is king

Chapter 222 This Horse, This Sword!

"Lu Mingyang, even if you are a grand master of the sixth realm, it is impossible for you to be truly immune to the poison of the sixth rank. You... how did you do it?"

Although Bai Yuanshuang dumped the blame on Daxuan Ninth Prince, he knew in his heart that the sixth-grade poison that Xuanjing gave them would never be fake, so he couldn't help but ask after all.

Bai Yuanshuang was actually not a poison master, but a fifth-grade doctor. When Xuan Jing gave him a strong poison, he studied it carefully. The strong poison made him extremely cautious.

From this, it can be confirmed that the poison of the sixth rank is definitely the poison of the sixth rank. Even a martial artist at the peak of the sixth realm may not be able to bear it all, not to mention that Lu Mingyang has just broken through to the sixth realm not long ago.

This made Bai Yuan puzzled. He couldn't understand how a pure martial artist could resist the sixth-grade poison?
"Do you think this king will tell you?"

Lu Mingyang glanced at Bai Yuanshuang with some disgust, sensing his elder brother's condition, he hated this old guy to the bone, and wished he could tear him to pieces.

While saying these words, a black-clothed figure also appeared in Lu Mingyang's mind. It was his second son Lu Xun. The scene in front of him was precisely because of Lu Xun's prophecy.

Speaking of it, Lu Mingyang was really a little scared, if there was no reminder from Lu Xun, maybe he would really have caught the advice of Yan Chaolu and the others.

The sixth grade is highly poisonous, which he did not expect beforehand.

After all, the Yan family does not have a sixth-grade poison master, or even a sixth-level monk.

But who knew that despicable Daxuan Ninth Prince would actually gift a sixth-grade poison, which almost capsized Zhendong King's party in the gutter.

At this moment, Lu Mingyang couldn't help but admire Lu Xun's strategizing even more.

This battle can be won, the biggest hero is not his Zhendong King, nor the Prime Minister Zhao Qidong, but the little boy who has only returned for more than half a year.

"Yan Chaolu, don't use these useless methods anymore, let's say the same thing, let brother go, and spare your life!"

After throwing those thoughts out of his mind, Lu Mingyang turned his eyes back to Yan Chaolu again. The words that brought up the old matter made the latter's face no longer calm.

Originally thought that delaying time would cause Lu Mingyang and others to be poisoned, but now it seems that all of this is a joke, the other party has long been prepared, and may even take the antidote early.

It seemed that all his calculations were within the expectations of the other party.

Thinking of this, Yan Chaolu couldn't help feeling a little downcast, but turned into anger in the next moment, feeling that God was extremely unfair.

"No, I'm not reconciled, I have done so much for this day, why should I fall short?"

Yan Chaolu roared wildly in her heart, and then out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the monarch Lu Mingshan on the dragon chair, her eyes lit up, and she shouted: "Yes, I still have Lu Mingshan, and I still have the last trump card!"

Thoughts turned in her mind, a short dagger appeared in Yan Chaolu's hand at some point, she saw her take a step diagonally, pointing the blade at Lu Mingshan's neck, causing Lu Mingyang's face to change greatly.

"Yan Chaolu, how dare you!"

Prime Minister Zhao Qidong yelled, but he couldn't do anything.

He was a little anxious, because he didn't think that Yan Chaolu would directly kill Lu Mingshan, then the other party would really have no way out.

What Zhao Qidong was worried about was that Yan Chaolu's actions would make Lu Mingyang lose his mind and do some irrational things.

Could it be that Yan Chaolu is really going to do what he wants today and let him escape with his life?

"Hehe, now that things are going on, what else is there that I dare not do?"

Sure enough, Yan Chaolu didn't kill immediately, but sneered, then looked at King Zhendong and said, "Lu Mingyang, don't you claim to value love and righteousness? Today, I want to let the world see if you are really so?"

King Zhendong had a gloomy face, and asked in a deep voice, "Yan Chaolu, how are you doing?"

The elder brother's life depends on the character, even if he is a puppet poisoned by poison, as long as there is still one breath left, Lu Mingyang can't just sit idly by, which made the faces of the King of Zhendong extremely gloomy.

Seeing that a great victory was in sight, but the other party controlled the most important person, even if Yan Chaolu escaped in the end, they were extremely unwilling.

But under such circumstances, they couldn't really persuade Lu Mingyang to ignore it.

That is the eldest brother of Zhendong King, the king of Xuanyang Kingdom, not a dispensable cat or cat.

It has always been said that the royal family has no family ties, but now it seems that the relationship between the brothers is extremely deep, which makes many civil servants and generals who follow King Zhendong feel extremely complicated.

On the one hand, they hope that King Zhendong will focus on the overall situation and not be easily swayed by Yan Chaolu; on the other hand, isn't King Zhendong, who values ​​love and righteousness, the master they are willing to follow?
If Lu Mingyang was really a heartless and ungrateful person, I'm afraid they would have another idea.

Since ancient times, the emperor's family has been the most ruthless. It is rare to see such affection in Zhendong Wang. This is extremely rare. At this moment, Zhao Qidong and the others don't know how to persuade him.

"Retire from the army, and return the recruited elites of the Yan family to the palace. From then on, Xuanyang will be ruled. You, the Lu family and I, the Yan family, will rule the world of Xuanyang together!"

Yan Chaolu's eyes rolled, she knew that it was impossible for King Zhendong to be captured without a fight, so she settled for the next best thing, and by saying such words, she thought she was already doing him a favor.

It's just that as soon as this remark came out, all the generals in Zhendong Palace sneered again and again.

You, Yan Chaolu, are really whimsical. In such a hopeless situation, you still want half of the land of Xuanyang?

"What? Is the life of the king of Xuanyang a country less than that of half a country?"

Yan Chaolu didn't feel that her request was too much. Hearing her comparison, many people thought about it.

As for Lu Mingshan's life, whether it can be compared to half a country, that's a matter of opinion.

For a while, King Zhendong just stared at Yan Chaolu without saying a word, and the others naturally didn't dare to say more, but the civil servants and generals on the side of the palace were a little anxious.

This extremely affectionate Lord Zhendong, wouldn't he really agree to Yan Chaolu's unreasonable request?

The atmosphere in the Hall of Supreme Harmony fell into a strange stalemate, the sharp dagger in Yan Chaolu's hand was still leaning against Lu Mingshan's neck, as if with just one swipe, the Xuanyang Monarch would be knocked out of his wits.

This is a difficult choice. Most people think that Lu Mingyang has done his best. Even if they decide to ignore Lu Mingshan at this moment, there is nothing wrong with it.

But if Lu Mingyang really did this, even if he took over the country of Xuanyang, he might be criticized by others in the future.

The power of rumors is sometimes great.

At this moment, no one dared to make a decision for Lu Mingyang, even if they were more inclined to a certain choice, who knew if they would be blamed afterwards?
Yan Chaolu was worried, but he could only pretend to be calm and breezy.

She is betting on her life, betting on Lu Mingyang's brotherhood, once she loses the bet, it will be forever.

The foreheads of Luo Wuxu and Bai Yuanshuang next to them were also dripping with fine beads of sweat.

This kind of waiting is undoubtedly the most difficult. King Zhendong's decision will not only determine the fate of Yan Chaolu, but also the fate of the two of them.

stomping on...

In this quiet and dignified atmosphere, a strange sound suddenly came from the door of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which attracted everyone's attention. After seeing it, their expressions were different.

At the entrance of the main hall, a tall snow-white horse leaped up the ranks, and with a single leap, it jumped into the Great Hall of Supreme Harmony, which made everyone feel familiar.

On the back of the tall white horse sat a vigorous young man in black, holding a Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand, which made many people feel strange.

"This horse and this knife seem familiar!"

An old official with gray beard and hair murmured. After receiving his reminder, many people's minds were filled with the scene that happened in the Hall of Supreme Harmony more than half a year ago.

A small number of people turned their eyes to a certain place, where a pool of blood that had turned black seemed to have life at this moment, telling everyone about the shocking injustice that day.

On that day at the Grand Court Meeting in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the Great Sima Yan Rongdao stepped on the horse and chopped off the head of Xu Mingfeng, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, at the slightest word of disagreement.

Yan's majesty climbed to the top of the mountain.

At that time when Xu Mingfeng was beheaded, no one dared to say anything, no one even dared to collect the body of the official minister, and let his body lie desolately in the Hall of Supreme Harmony for a day and a night.

The pool of blackened blood is the best testimony of what happened that day.

And at this moment, when they saw a young man in black with a Qinglong Yanyue Saber stepping on the horse, all those who had experienced that great court meeting were terrified.

Because apart from the appearance of the young man in black, which is completely different from that of the original Grand Sima Yan Rongdao, both the white horse and the Qinglong Yanyue Saber seem to belong to Yan Rongdao.

But everyone knew that the current Patriarch of the Yan family, the former Great Sima, had died on the east gate wall of Tianyang City.

The sky has changed, and the people in the immediate future have also changed.

"It seems to be the second son of Zhendong Prince's Mansion, Lu Xun!"

After a short period of distraction, some sharp-eyed people finally recognized the identity of the young man on horseback, and their expressions were different at the moment.

In the depths of the pupils of more people, there was a touch of disdain, even the civil servants and generals on the side of Zhendong Palace.

Because in their impression, whether it is the child Lu Xun ten years ago, or the young Lu Xun who returned to Zhendong Palace, they are just a dude.

Since the battle of Watanabe Castle, the second son of the palace, Lu Xun, seems to be a dragon who never sees the end, but only emerges at the end of the battle to claim credit.

Therefore, no matter whether it is the officials who are on the fence or the generals of the Zhendong Palace, except for a few people, they all think that the second son of the Palace is going to show his existence on such a big occasion like today.

(End of this chapter)