Chapter 860 Is This a Showdown?
Zhennan Palace.
Inside the main hall.
Resplendent and resplendent, like a palace.
The carved dragon stone pillars are painted with gold paint, and the dragon heads are hideous and lifelike.
On the carved dragon stone pillars, copper lamps were lit, and every corner of the main hall was filled with light, and there were almost no dark corners.
Yi Lin's shadow moved along the stone pillar, and soon hid on the beam.
As soon as Yi Lin stepped onto the beam, she realized something was wrong.
A group of men in black were lying on the beams, like hibernating tortoises, holding their breath and motionless.
"Are you actually avoiding the perception of telekinesis? What skill, tortoise's breath?"
Yi Lin was taken aback.
These men in black were thin, with bulging waists, and hidden weapons. They crouch in the dark, like shadows, imperceptible.
"These are the professional assassins from Bodhisattva Building?"
Yi Lin ran to the top of their heads, while counting the heads, she secretly speculated on the meaning of twenty assassins hiding on the beam of the main hall of the Zhennan Palace.
Are these assassins here to assassinate King Zhennan... or are they people from King Zhennan?
The latter is estimated to be more likely.
They are equipped with the means to shield spiritual consciousness, so they are really professional.
Yi Lin silently praised the dedication of more than twenty people on the other side, then ignored them for the time being, and stayed by their side, watching the movement below.
This kind of person really can't make Yi Lin feel a sense of crisis.
Assassin Assassin, an assassin is called an assassin when he hides. Once exposed under Yi Lin's nose, it is almost like an experience pack.
Speaking of which, Yi Lin was slightly interested in their stealth skills.
Of course, it's only "slightly interested", and I don't want it very much.
His two stealth skills, as long as he doesn't encounter too outrageous existence, can be unimpeded anywhere. Learning their stealth skills is just icing on the cake, dispensable. He has too much knowledge to ponder now, so he has to pick and choose.
below.
Apart from the two uncles and nephews, there is no one else in the empty hall.
...It seems that there is no one, but in fact there are many people on the beams.
King Zhennan was wearing a brocade robe with open breasts, and sat lazily on a soft couch above the main hall with an undefended posture.
In front of King Zhennan, a horizontal table had already been set up, covered with soft cattail. Cakes, fruits, and water are placed on the horizontal table.
"Hi~"
Xia Xiaoman looked at the exquisite pastries on the table and subconsciously burped, losing his appetite.
He was just full from the supper brought by Yi Lin, but now he feels sick when he sees food.
Zhennan King "?"
He obviously heard the hiccup.
"Ahem, Xiaoman has seen Uncle Huang."
Xia Xiaoman performed the royal ceremony according to his seniority.
"You and my uncle and nephew, don't be too polite, just sit down." Zhennan Wang flicked his long sleeves, and said with a smile, "The emperor thought that my good niece was hungry late at night, but I didn't expect you to come here with a full stomach. Don't let the emperor worry about me."
Xia Xiaoman's pretty face flushed slightly, a little embarrassed, but she sat down anyway.
Xia Xiaoman "..."
King Zhennan "..."
After these words, the uncle and nephew fell into an awkward silence.
Really embarrassing.
Yi Lin felt it even on the beams.
If it was another place, he might be able to pick out a villa.
While mourning Xia Xiaoman's embarrassing situation, Yi Lin looked at King Zhennan at the same time.
When Yi Lin was walking around the city, she glanced at King Zhennan from afar.
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Zhennan Wang has a protruding forehead, pointed eyebrows, narrow and long eyes with hidden pupils. The body is slender and long, and he likes to take two big steps and take half a step when walking. What impresses Yi Lin the most is that King Zhennan wears a sapphire ring finger on his right thumb. He has a habit of rubbing the finger ring on his thumb with his index finger. This weird, almost awkward posture makes Yi Lin It's uncomfortable to watch, and it's hard not to be impressed.
finally.
King Zhennan broke the silence.
He rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb with weird gestures, and his heavy voice echoed in the hall.
"This farewell is thirteen years."
Zhennan Wang's cheekbones and forehead are high, and candles are flickering around, casting a mottled shadow on Zhennan Wang's face. It was obviously a nostalgic expression, but when it fell on his face, it looked a bit cold.
"Yes, Uncle Emperor..." Xia Xiaoman replied crisply, "Thirteen years."
"This king still clearly remembers that year, you were still young and ignorant. But your brother has already stepped into the position of supreme." Zhennan Wang's gaze fell to the empty space, as if he was recalling the lively scene of the empty alley at that time "On that day, the huge capital of Qing Dynasty celebrated the new emperor's ascension to the throne. On that day, Concubine Shu carried the young new emperor in her arms and climbed to the throne step by step. This king still remembers that scene vividly. Oh, sorry, things are different, the former Concubine Shu is now the Empress Dowager."
"Crack." Xia Xiaoman gritted his silver teeth and made a crisp sound.
King Zhennan's words were like needles, poking Zhongxia Xiaoman's sore spot, it was extremely painful.
King Zhennan was still talking to himself, he stretched out his hand forward, staring at the light and shadow between his fingers with blurred eyes, as if he was about to grab something, and murmured "one step, one step, one step, one step... Wang still remembers that they climbed up to the Golden Luan Palace and walked a total of ninety-nine steps to the sky."
"call……"
Xia Xiaoman took a long breath. When she heard King Zhennan mention "Concubine Shu", she couldn't hold back anymore. She tried her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart and maintain a superficial calm. After the Zhennan King's voice fell, she praised indifferently, "Uncle Huang has a good memory."
After saying this, Xia Xiaoman felt a mess in his heart.
She had many questions to ask, but she didn't know what to ask.
When she was a child, she had a good impression of this uncle, smiling all day long, with a gentle and refined appearance.
Seeing each other again after thirteen years, she always felt that there was something extra about the emperor's uncle, an inexplicable feeling.
At this time, Xia Xiaoman's mind inexplicably remembered what that bastard Lin Yi said.
The emperor wants to rebel?
Uncle Emperor, he really wants to rebel?
Before meeting King Zhennan again, Xia Xiaoman could hardly associate "rebellion" with the gentle, refined, eloquent uncle in his memory, who was obsessed with watching the snow, moon and wind and flowers all day long. She doesn't believe it, she really doesn't believe it. But this time Zhennan King's impression on Xia Xiaoman, coupled with Lin Yi's words like a magic voice, made Xia Xiaoman suspicious.
When Xia Xiaoman was thinking wildly, Zhennan Wang's blurred eyes refocused on Xia Xiaoman.
"Niece, you have grown up." Zhennan Wang smiled slightly, "Uncle Huang thinks that you have reached the age to know right from wrong and distinguish between right and wrong."
Xia Xiaoman was taken aback, "Why did the emperor say that?"
King Zhennan suddenly stood up from the couch, his breath surging, causing the candles in the copper lamps in the hall to shake wildly, as if they would be extinguished at any time.
"You and my uncle and nephew, the emperor thought about it, and felt that there was something on his mind that he couldn't hide from you." King Zhennan walked down from the height and walked towards Xia Xiaoman step by step. "In your opinion, under the whole world, Who is qualified to board the dragon chair in the Golden Luan Palace and sit on the emperor's throne?"
Ah this?
On the beam, a faint shadow swayed slightly.
Yi Lin was a little surprised when King Zhennan said these words suddenly.
This is the showdown?
A little impatient?
How many years has this been held back?
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