Chapter 190 They are assassins!
Chapter 190 They are assassins!
The room was filled with smoke. A man in brocade robes was lying on a couch with his head resting between the woman's legs. A light gauze covered the jade disk, which exuded a faint fragrance.
A very beautiful hand picked up a grape, and with two slender fingers, it just shook it lightly, and instantly peeled the grape, leaving the green flesh without any damage.
It was as if this grape had no skin originally.
"Your Majesty."
"Zizhu's hands are not only good at playing the pipa, but also at skinning people."
King Ning opened his mouth with a smile and swallowed the grape. The taste of unwashed blood seemed to still linger on his fingertips, but he became more and more excited. He closed his eyes and showed a look of enjoyment.
"Does the prince like it?"
Prince Ning sighed softly: "Of course I like it."
As a descendant of Emperor Taizu, he was born in the splendor of Jiangnan, but he particularly yearned for the bloody battlefield.
My lifelong wish is to follow the example of Emperor Taizong and lead the troops to march across the border, trampling across the grasslands and wolves' den.
But as a vassal king, this is a dream that can never be achieved.
Even though he bribed all the civil and military officials in the court and restored the royal guards, he became the only one among the vassal kings in the world.
Prince Ning was lying on the beauty's lap, dreaming of his iron cavalry and his bravery on an icy river, when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door.
"Why is there so much noise in the building?"
A guard outside the door said, "Your Highness, there is a young man who wants to enter the building. Guard Liu wants to test his martial arts."
King Ning sat up, his face showing displeasure: "What a joke! The people I invited to the banquet are all the famous leaders in the martial arts world, and all kinds of people have come to join in the fun. How can these people help my great cause?"
Zizhu chuckled and said, "Maybe he admires the Qianyun Conference."
"Well, I will go and see what young talent has come."
Prince Ning stood up from the couch, walked barefoot to the outer room without putting on his shoes, and pushed open the south window. There was already a half circle of people outside the building.
Someone asked, "Are you still going to fight?"
"Talking without practice is just a lie."
Someone fanned the flames and said, "Draw out your sword, are you using it as a firewood stick?"
……
Liu Hang looked back again and saw that a window on the east end of the third floor was finally opened.
He was immediately delighted, as this was a good opportunity to show up under Prince Ning's nose.
What do these gangsters know?
He even felt a little grateful to the young man.
Zhang Yu waited at his ease and asked with a smile, "Can we start now?"
Liu Hang glanced at him, looked around, bowed and spoke loudly.
"I am Liu Hang, from Nanchang, and I am a disciple of the great hero He Feixiong from Jiujiang..."
"The twenty-eight styles of Cloak Sword Technique have reached the realm of perfection..."
"I once fought against seven bandits on my own, killing two and injuring five. My friends in the martial arts world respected me and I was called the Changdong Swordsman..."
"Mr. Meng Ning trusts me and now works for the Ning Mansion."
Zhang Yu was a little impatient and shook his head helplessly: "Are you done yet?"
"Don't worry, I'll deal with you soon!"
Liu Hang chuckled, climbed up the hilt of the sword with his right hand, slowly pulled out the blade, made a beautiful sword flower, and held it horizontally in front of him.
"That's really annoying."
The words have not yet fallen.
Zhang Yu rushed forward, performing the "Chasing Clouds and Lightning" technique. His movements were as fast as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the opponent.
"How...how could it be so fast!?"
Liu Hang's pupils suddenly dilated and he was filled with horror.
Zhang Yu chuckled, stretched out his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and blew towards Liu Hang's left cheek from bottom to top.
With a crisp sound, the Changdong swordsman didn't have time to perform half a sword move before he felt gravity coming and his feet left the ground.
This palm was accompanied by Bei Ming's true energy and was quite powerful.
His body tumbled in the air and fell heavily on the steps behind him, and the sword fell from his hand.
"how is this possible?"
Liu Hang looked up at the sky and saw the door on the third floor slowly closing. The pain in his body was not a big deal, and his injury was not serious. He just had some doubts about his life and how all this happened.
"Tsk! Changdong Swordsman? Cloak Sword Technique?"
"There are still seven horse bandits? Kill five and injure two?"
"This story was made up. I thought it was true. I thought it was a duel between masters, but in the end I was knocked down by a slap in the face."
Except for a few martial arts masters, many people subconsciously ignore the process and only see the results.
"Mr. Ning's guards are just like this."
"It looks very impressive, but it's just for show."
"Then shouldn't we also have the opportunity to work for Mr. Ning?"
The people who came to watch the fun, after making some comments, dispersed.
"Brother, can we go in now?"
Liu Hang was helped up by two guards and sat on the steps in a daze. Half of his face was swollen, two broken teeth were sticking out, and one of his ears was buzzing.
He shook his head and saw the two men passing by him and walking towards Qianyun Tower. A huge sense of humiliation rushed to his head.
His eyes fell on the sword on the steps. It was unsheathed but completely useless, as if his thoughts had become a joke.
Prince Ning is very concerned about his reputation. He appears generous on the outside but is narrow-minded on the inside. After making such a fool of himself, it will be difficult for him to be reused in the future.
My future is ruined!
"Go to hell you!"
Liu Hang suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword and threw it towards Zhang Yu's back.
"Whoosh!"
Those people from the martial arts world who had not left far saw this scene and came over to look.
The young man didn't even turn his head, but the graceful woman who was two steps behind him kicked the sword from the side, causing it to change direction.
With a "bang", the long sword was stuck on the counter, scaring the waiter behind him so much that he fell to the ground.
Zhang Yu stopped, looked back at Liu Hang, looked around, and said with a smile: "The hospitality of this Qianyun Conference is a bit special."
Not only did he lose the duel, but he also stabbed people in the back. Those people in the martial arts world also looked at Liu Hang with contempt. This guard of the Ning Mansion was too vulgar.
At this time, a man in a green robe came down the stairs. It was the Dianshi Zhu Liben. Seeing this, Liu Hang shouted hurriedly.
"They are assassins, they are here to harm King Ning!"
"Master Zhu, they are here to assassinate Prince Ning."
Zhu Liben chuckled and ordered, "It seems that he is really drunk and talking nonsense. Come, lock him in the woodshed to sober him up."
Upon hearing this, Liu Hang's face turned pale and he allowed himself to be escorted out of Qianyun Tower by two black-clad guards.
"My name is Zhu Liben, and I am the manager of Ning Mansion. May I ask your name?"
Zhang Yu glanced at the green robe embroidered with Xi Chi. Whoever was in charge was wearing the robe of a seventh-rank official? It was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, and he didn't even bother to conceal his identity.
"I am Zhang Liyu from Pingyang. I am here to sell tea to Beijing and I am passing through Zhuozhou. I am fond of boxing and I have heard of the reputation of the Qianyun Conference, so I am not afraid to come and disturb you. I hope the host will forgive me."
Zhu Liben saw that he was dressed in luxurious clothes and ornaments, and followed by beautiful concubines. He was indeed from a wealthy family.
"Mr. Ning is good at making friends. Mr. Zhang is such a talented person. He is most welcome to attend the Qianyun Conference. Why would you say he is disturbing me?"
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Thank you very much for the hospitality, Mr. Ning."
Zhu Liben called a servant and ordered, "Take Master Zhang to the ground room to rest."
The turmoil in the building was thus settled.
(End of this chapter)