Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Chapter 192 Bloody Night

Ethics and morals are a kind of social norm, which exists to make the life of most people in society better.

This norm is also called the mainstream value of society.

Since it is the mainstream value of society, it must be influenced by the mainstream group of society.

In different eras, in different regions, and in different social mainstreams, people's moral evaluation standards are different.

Moral standards must be a better value orientation that enables mainstream groups in society to live.

The mainstream at this time is the nobility, and the value orientation that can make the life of the nobility more comfortable is the moral standard of this period.

Whether it is a gentleman or a villain, or the relationship between men and women, in this era, only the nobles have the right to interpret.

The nobles who grew up under this social concept were far more corrupt than most people imagined.

In the Chuyang Palace, all the princes hugged exotic beauties, raised and lowered their hands, and enjoyed the dance and music while having fun.

The dancers in the hall are dressed in light veils, their figures are enchanting and graceful, and they dance with indescribable charm.

In this era, the relationship between men and women is more open than in later generations, and it is normal for women to accompany the banquet at the banquet.

This is even more common among nobles.

Therefore, after King Qin left, the princes gradually let go of their nature.

"Haha, Your Majesty, Your Majesty's temper is still not tempered!"

"That's right, before we even opened our mouths, the king walked away in a huff. This is not the way to be a king!"

Ying Xi sat on the seat, listening to what the brothers said, smiling without saying a word.

After all, this is the royal palace. I don't know if there will be King Qin's eyeliner, so we should be more cautious in what we say and do.

I didn't see that even though these young masters were wandering, they didn't touch the drinks on the table.

What he was afraid of was losing his temper after drinking and being caught by King Qin.

Ying Xi knew that he was the greatest threat to King Qin, so he was also the most cautious.

He didn't even touch the beauties who accompanied him at the banquet.

He has seen a lot of beauties, and he will never miss a big deal because of a small one.

All he has to do is to get through this period of time, and when Mr. Miaolan returns to the country, he will gain support. At that time, all the powerful and beautiful women will be within his reach. At this time, he dare not make the slightest mistake.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty has already left, why should you be so cautious?"

Sitting opposite Ying Xi was the eldest son of King Qin Xiaowen. Although he was the eldest son, but because he was a concubine, his status was slightly inferior to Ying Xi.

This person was half dressed, holding a [-]-year-old girl in his arms, groping in his hands, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Ying Xi glanced at him indifferently, shook her head slightly, and replied casually:

"Father's filial piety period has not yet expired, and I really don't want to have fun. If the king didn't invite me today, I wouldn't go out!"

The man was suffocated when he heard the words, and the movements in his hands slowed down. He took a deep look at Yingxi, and replied dryly:

"Your Majesty's pure and filial heart is really admirable!"

Ying Xi lowered her head slightly, took a deep breath, stood up, and let out a long sigh:

"Hey, my father treats me well, how can I not miss it? Everyone, please go out and get some fresh air!"

With that said, he turned and walked out the door.

Qin Wangde is not worthy of the throne, and Yingxi is not the only one who has thoughts about the throne. Which of these young masters has no thoughts about the throne?

It's just that their own conditions are too poor, so they united to fight against King Qin to obtain greater benefits.

Ying Xi knew the thoughts of these brothers very well, he didn't care, and he couldn't care.

If possible, he is not willing to make such a move, he prefers to keep his schedule low, and when he is sure, he will fight back.

But there was no way, his identity meant that he couldn't keep a low profile. In desperation, he could only do the opposite and unite with these young masters to protect himself.

Although the trees are more beautiful than the forest, the wind will destroy them.

But it is better to experience the ravages of the wind than to die silently.

If he Yingxi hadn't won over these brothers, he, the lord, would have gone to see the former king long ago, and the first seven days have passed.

Since you have benefited, you can't scold your mother!

Although I know that the eldest son is not in the right mind, but now is not the time to attack, he must bear it.

Yingxi left Chuyang Palace, got rid of the smell of fat and powder in the hall, walked to the side and stretched.

The palace is King Qin's territory and the sphere of influence of King Qin. He has to be careful to avoid being tricked.

One must know that Qin Fa had beheaded many nobles, and Ying Xi didn't want to try himself.

Ying Xi stretched and walked aside, feeling the humid air, feeling a little stuffy.

The Guanzhong region has always had a clear distinction between cold, heat, dryness and humidity. It is summer and it is a rainy season. The sky is covered with dark clouds, and it is obvious that a heavy rain is coming.

Boom—crack! ! !

An explosion came from the sky, awakening Ying Xi who was in deep thought.

Looking at the horizon, a flash of lightning illuminates the sky again.

Boom—crack! ! !

During the flashes of lightning, a cluster of black shadows flashed under the steps.

Ying Xi was startled, and quickly squatted down, not daring to take a breath.

Chuyang Palace is 46 meters high and has 95 steps. Below the steps is a wide square.

The square stretches as far as the eye can see, without any trees blocking it.

This move is to guard against the assassin, so that the assassin has no place to hide.

It has to be said that this method is very effective, the assassin has nowhere to hide, and the same is true for the swordsman.

By coincidence, the three hundred swordsmen were completely exposed.

Ying Xi crouched in a dark corner, and quietly moved to the fence. There were no guards on the square, and even the palace lanterns that were supposed to be lit were pitch black.

Ying Xi watched carefully, feeling a chill in his bones.

He leaned up quietly, and from the corner of his eye, he stared closely at the moving shadow in the darkness.

Boom—crack! ! !

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Ying Xi and the shadow.

people!

sword!

The person is not good!

There is no luck in Yingxi's heart, these people are definitely coming for them, he never imagined that the king of Qin would have such courage to take risks.

He clenched his hands tightly, took off the cumbersome royal clothes, leaving only a single piece of clothing, quietly climbed over the fence, grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands, and jumped down while the thunder was ringing.

The three hundred swordsmen were nervous, holding their sharp swords and staring at the main entrance of Chuyang Palace. There were twenty swordsmen who had been on the battlefield in this palace.

Although I have a large number of people, but after all, I am a mortal body, and I can't tolerate the slightest carelessness.

Boom—crack! ! !

Pfft!

There was a muffled sound mixed with the thunder, which did not attract anyone's attention, and everyone's attention was on Chuyang Palace.

The swordsmen came to the gate of the palace silently. Hearing the sound of singing and dancing in the palace, they glanced at each other. Without any words, they rushed in unanimously, drew their swords and slashed.

Beautiful women, song and dance girls, and musicians fled around in a mess.

The young masters woke up suddenly, ignoring other things, and quickly swung their swords to resist!

The color of blood gradually flooded Chuyang Palace...

Hearing the shrill shouts coming from a distance, Ying Xi tightened her clothes and quickened her pace.

These people were holding sharp swords, which were not common weapons used by palace guards, they were definitely Zi Chu's personal soldiers.

He didn't know Zi Chu's plan, so he could only hope that the palace guards would not join forces.

As long as the palace guards are not united, he has a chance to escape.

Yingxi's mind was filled with daydreams, and hallucinations abounded.

"Strange person! You lowly son! Usurper and traitor! Die badly! My son is waiting for you in Jiuyou!!!"

A roar came from Chu Yang Palace, drowned in the pouring rain.

Chuyang Palace became a place of Shura ghosts.

Blood splattered everywhere, stumps flew and scattered all over the place.

The beautiful foreign beauty with a horrific body, her unrepentant head tilted on the table, watched the battle in the palace.

The young masters were caught off guard at first, but after reacting, they all pulled the beauties in their arms to block the sword, using this as a shield, and killed many swordsmen in an instant.

The beauties and kabuki had been killed, and only a few princes remained in the palace, holding swords in both hands and using pillars as barriers, fighting with the swordsmen.

In less than a moment, there were hundreds of casualties on both sides.

At the gate of the palace, although it was raining heavily, the palace guards still strictly guarded their posts and did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

Although there is an order from the King of Qin today to exempt Chuyang Palace from patrolling, but the palace is vast, and other places still need to be on guard.

"who!"

When the palace guards heard the abnormal movement, they held their spears on guard.

Seeing the strange noise, a figure staggered out, dressed messily, like a drunk.

"Wh... what is that person? This gentleman... is the son of King Xiaowen, Mr. Pingliang... who are you waiting for!"

The visitor's speech was slurred and hesitating, but he could still understand.

When Gong Wei heard this, he did not put down the spear in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Where is the order?"

Yingxi paused, tilted her head and glanced, rubbed her body, found a piece of token, threw it over, and stared nervously at the palace guard.

Gong Wei took the token, checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he clasped his fists and saluted:

"Meet Mr. Pingliang!"

Seeing this, Ying Xi's heart relaxed, her body trembled unconsciously, she pretended to be drunk again, and swayed.

"Heh...haha... I drank too much, I want to go back to the house, walk..."

Ying Xi staggered to leave the palace while muttering.

The rain covered the cold sweat on his head, and the embarrassment covered the tension in his heart.

Gong Wei didn't know what happened, seeing that the token was correct, he waved his hand and let him go.

In the palace, without special orders, it is easy to go out and difficult to come in. It is a normal thing for a lord to go out of the palace at night and go back to the mansion.

However, ordinary things meet extraordinary days, for Ying Xi, this is the miracle of life!

After leaving the palace and getting into the waiting carriage, Ying Xi completely slumped on the carriage, looked back at the palace, trembled again, turned to look at Yu Fu, and shouted in a low voice:

"Hurry up, don't go back to the mansion, go out of the city directly!"

Chapter 193

In Chuyang Palace, blood was flowing.

Remnants and viscera were scattered all over the ground, and the broken corpses were indistinguishable from enemy to friend.

The smell of sour and rust mixed with the scent of fat and powder permeated the hall.

This scene is really destructive to people's hearts. People who have never been on the battlefield will feel uncontrollable hiccups and physical discomfort even if they look at it.

King Qin walked in the Chuyang Palace, resisting nausea, carefully identifying the mixed corpses.

One, two, three...eighteen, nineteen... one is missing!