I have a role in the heavens

"Ye Gucheng's sword is no longer sincere. I will win this sword showdown!"

Suddenly Ximen Chuixue, who had been silent next to him, spoke up, leaving Lu Xiaofeng a little stunned.

"What did you say?"

Lu Xiaofeng was just thinking about the development trajectory of the Battle of the Forbidden City. She didn't pay attention to listen carefully and asked again without understanding.

"Ye Gucheng's sword fighting purpose is impure, his sword heart is dishonest, his sword technique is dusty, and is in the process of transformation. The flying fairy from the sky has flaws. He will definitely lose this battle in the Forbidden City!"

Ximen Chuixue said word by word, he is a swordsman, and he understands the swordsman's heart better. He knows that Ye Gucheng, who is mixed with distracting thoughts at this time, will definitely not be his opponent. Ye Gucheng should also be in the stage of immortal transformation at this moment. time, that's why.

"oh!"

Lu Xiaofeng did not appear to be very happy. Although he had a close friendship with Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng was also a friend of Lu Xiaofeng. A sword duel between two friends, a life and death duel, no matter who wins, is not a happy thing, not to mention Ye Gucheng also got involved in the conspiracy, which made Lu Xiaofeng a little sad.

"I will ask the emperor to give Ye Gucheng a chance to compete with Ximen Chuixue. It is his fate to die in the hands of a swordsman. It is better than dying due to treason!"

Zhu Xiao also admires Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship very much. Ye Gucheng is the most imaginable person with Ximen Chuixue. He is loyal to the sword and has nothing else but the sword. He is a swordsmanship genius that is rare in the world for a century. Because of him, the world And Cui Can is the idol of many young swordsmen. Even the disciples of the Huashan Sect have many admirers of Ye Gucheng, and it is because of Ye Gucheng that he embarked on the path of a swordsman. It can be said that the existence of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue has influenced a generation of people in the world, which even Zhu Xiao has not been able to do.

Lu Xiaofeng picked up the wine glass and toasted Zhu Xiao. This wine was not drank for himself, but for Ye Gucheng. Lu Xiaofeng knew that this was the best fate for Ye Gucheng. The fate of a swordsman was to die by his opponent. Under the sword, this is fate and glory.

Ximen Chuixue's heart was more complicated than Lu Xiaofeng's. Originally, he and Ye Gucheng were inseparable for a while, and it was hard to tell the difference. This sword showdown was what Ximen Chuixue had been looking forward to for a long time. After all, it was a rare opponent. Unexpectedly, he met a sword-centered man in the dust. Ye Gucheng, how happy this made him.

The three of them drank and chatted until late at night. Lu Xiaofeng was already drunk. There were so many things going on tonight that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but want to get drunk, otherwise he would not know how to face tomorrow.

Forbidden City, Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Zhu Houzhao was a little tired while approving the memorial, and shouted outside, "Come, please drive back to Qianqing Palace!"

Qianqing Palace was the emperor's bedroom, and Zhu Houzhao mostly stayed in this palace on weekdays.

"Your Majesty, I asked the imperial kitchen to prepare a bowl of refreshing soup, and I would like to ask Your Majesty to taste it!"

Eunuch Wang Ying, as the general manager of the palace and in charge of the eunuchs, has a high and powerful position. He is responsible for the management of the palace officials on weekdays. He also serves Zhu Houzhao personally and is one of Zhu Houzhao's most trusted people.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houzhao took the soup bowl brought by Manager Wang and put it aside without any precautions. He did not enjoy it directly, as if he was waiting for the soup to cool down before using it.

"Your Majesty, this Xingshen Decoction is a dietary supplement prescription prescribed by the Taiyuan Hospital. It is best to enjoy it while it is hot. Do not let it cool down!"

Manager Wang seemed to be very concerned about Zhu Houzhao's health, and quickly persuaded Zhu Houzhao to drink the soup quickly.

"I don't want to drink it yet, just leave it alone!"

Zhu Houzhao seemed to be in a bad mood. He did not listen to the advice and directly rejected Manager Wang's kindness.

Manager Wang seemed to be very persistent tonight. He picked up the soup bowl and handed it to Zhu Houzhao's eyes again.

"Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body and drink the soup!"

A cold light flashed in Zhu Houzhao's eyes, and he felt sad in his heart. Manager Wang was the internal official who had served him since he was a child, and he was the closest person to him. But tonight, Manager Wang did not cherish the opportunity he was given, showed no regrets, and still had no regard for himself. any affection.

"Leave it alone, I don't want to drink it! Wang Ying, why are you acting strange tonight!"

Zhu Houzhao didn't want to ruin the relationship between master and servant for many years, but he still couldn't bear to speak, hoping to wake up Manager Wang so that he could rein in the situation, and he could let him go and let him out of the palace to live in his old age.

"Your Majesty, please drink this soup!"

Wang Ying seemed not to have heard Zhu Houzhao's question, but just blindly persuaded Zhu Houzhao to drink the soup, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. In contrast to his usual submissiveness, there seemed to be a sneer on his face.

"Bold, Wang Ying, who gave you the courage to dare to force me!"

Zhu Houzhao suddenly changed his color, slapped the desk with his right hand, stood up immediately, swept down the soup bowl Wang Ying was holding, looked at Wang Ying angrily, and scolded Wang Ying.

"Of course your Majesty gave me the courage to do this!"

Wang Ying shook off the spilled soup on his hand without a care and stood up straight.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Wang Ying, who was a little taller, and felt a little strange. He was used to seeing Wang Ying with his head bowed and stooped. At this time, Wang Ying stood upright and was actually a head taller than him, which really surprised Zhu Houzhao.

Wang Ying looked at Zhu Houzhao with surprise in his eyes and couldn't help but smile, "The old slave has served His Majesty in the palace all his life and has never stood up straight. Today he finally straightened his back in front of His Majesty. The old slave feels that he is also a A man who is upright and upright is not just a humble eunuch in the palace who has suffered all the glares and infamy from others!"

"It seems that you have been dissatisfied with me for a long time. Why don't you let the master behind you show up?"

Zhu Houzhao once again took the throne, looked at the unfamiliar Wang Ying in front of him without any emotion, and said.

"I welcome your Majesty!"

Wang Ying was not surprised. He had already made it so obvious at this time. If Zhu Houzhao still couldn't notice anything wrong, then he would not be worthy of being the emperor for so many years.

Wang Ying turned back, bowed and said respectfully.

"My dear, please get up, I'm late!"

A man in a bright yellow dragon robe walked in, followed by a swordsman in white.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Houzhao was extremely surprised when he looked at the man in front of him who was dressed exactly the same as himself. Although Zhu Xiao had told him before that the prince of Nanping looked the same as himself, but after seeing him in person, Zhu Houzhao still sighed that the world was so big and full of wonders. This person is indeed like a twin brother to himself, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Who am I? I am the emperor Zhu Houzhao, the master of the Ming Dynasty!"

The gesture and tone of Prince Nanping are exactly the same as those of Zhu Houzhao, which makes it difficult to tell who is real and who is fake. Just like the real and fake Sun Wukong in the novel, it takes the Tathagata Buddha with great supernatural powers to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Then who are you?"

After Zhu Houzhao was surprised, he looked at the swordsman in white next to him. This man was tall and tall, and his white clothes were as white as the snow. He was cold and aloof, as if he had left the world and was independent, relying on a lonely city to forget the river. It makes people forget about the world at first sight, and all worldly thoughts disappear.