【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the front yard of Qizhai was extremely solemn, and it was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe and frightened.

Yuan Zhongxin stared at the imperial decree for a long time, and since seeing Ouyang Yi move out the imperial decree, he has always been calm and calm, without any extreme emotions, and his calmness is terrifying.

But the more this happened, the more terrified and uneasy Wang Kuan became. His internal organs felt as if they were being burned, the pain was unbearable, and his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

Just when he was about to move, a hand suddenly appeared behind him and pressed heavily on his left shoulder. Wang Kuan was slightly startled, and turned his head to look behind him. What he saw was Wang Shenzheng's calm and composed face with slightly frowning brows. , he silently said to Wang Kuan: "Trust him."

Wang Kuan's pupils shook, and he gritted his teeth desperately to suppress the raging murderous aura.

Ouyang Yi sneered secretly, but still pretended to be aloof and indifferent: "Young Master Yuan, have you thought it through?"

The schadenfreude in Meng Tianyang's eyes was almost overflowing, and he said indifferently: "Young Master Yuan, do you still need to consider this? Exploring the dungeon is a contribution to the Great Song Dynasty. No matter whether you succeed or not, your name will definitely have a place in the annals of history." , from generation to generation, from the kings and officials to the common people, they will remember you."

It's just that, whether it will be famous for a lifetime or will be a stigma for thousands of years, then it may be uncertain.

Yuan Zhongxin sneered suddenly, he folded his arms calmly and smiled calmly, and said calmly: "Then, going to the dungeon is really not a bad deal."

There was a crack on the triumphant and vicious faces of Ouyang Yi and the three of them.

If he went to this dungeon, wouldn't he know what consequences would be waiting for him?

Why is Yuan Zhongxin still so calm, and even said that the dungeon is a business!

The smile on Meng Tianyang's mouth was a bit far-fetched: "Young Master Yuan thinks so, there is nothing wrong with it."

Ouyang Yi wanted to witness Yuan Zhongxin's disheartened and despondent appearance with his own eyes. Who would have expected that the other party would be so arrogant. Before the imperial decree, he would not kneel down to accept the decree, but would still be so cynical and fearless. It really made Ouyang Yi's dislike for Yuan Zhongxin a little bit more, he narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Young Master Yuan, do you want to accept this edict?"

Yuan Zhongxin raised his eyebrows, reached out and snatched the imperial decree from Ouyang Yi's hand, shook it nonchalantly, and said casually: "Okay, I'll take it, can you three leave?"

Not to mention that the people behind Yuan Zhongxin were dumbfounded, even the three of Ouyang Yi were speechless and stunned.

Imperial decree, is that how it was received?

Shouldn't you kneel down and worship three times, raise your hands to accept the order, and then thank the Lord for your kindness?

What happened to you snatching it over with one hand?

Yuan Zhongxin looked a little impatient, he waved the imperial decree in his hand again, and said dryly: "Three adults, I have accepted the imperial decree, can you go, do you want me to send you out?"

Every time the imperial decree was waved, it seemed to be thrown at Fan Zaizhi's heart. The imperial decree that others wanted to offer like their ancestors was in Yuan Zhongxin's hands, at best it could be regarded as a handy thing to wave around.

Thinking about it this way, everyone's expressions were quite subtle, and the atmosphere didn't seem so solemn and suffocating.

Ouyang Yi's face darkened slightly, he shook his wide sleeves, and said coldly: "In that case, Master Fan, Lord Zhao, we will go back first, and I will disturb you today..."

Yuan Zhongxin muttered slowly: "So you also know how to disturb, I thought the three of you are as thick-skinned as a city wall, and you don't know anything..."

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, although Yuan Zhongxin's voice was low, but Ouyang Yi and the three heard it clearly, their faces immediately turned black and green, and they were short of breath, but they could only bear it and could not attack.

Ouyang Yisheng swallowed the mouthful of old blood from Yuan Zhongxin's anger back into his stomach, gritted his teeth and said, "I will take my leave first, I wish you all a smooth journey."

Then, he left in a hurry with two followers and a large group of forbidden troops.

Yuan Zhongxin took a rough look at the imperial decree, and thought to himself: This imperial decree looks so shabby, just a piece of yellow cloth and two pieces of mahogany wood.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a large group of people behind him looking at him worriedly, with dejected expressions as if he had suffered some catastrophe. Yuan Zhongxin blinked and said with a smile: "Everyone is here, the imperial edict I also picked it up, how about going in and having a cup of tea?"

Lu Guannian and Liang Zhu both had things to deal with, so they had to leave first. Before leaving, they repeatedly told Yuan Zhongxin and the others, and turned their heads when they left.

Everyone looked at each other helplessly, sighed heavily, and admired Yuan Zhongxin's optimism and open-mindedness. The main hall couldn't accommodate so many people. They came to the backyard, where there were not many stools. Wei Zhuoran and others didn't care, and sat on the floor one after another.

The worries in Wang Kuan's heart only increased, and he asked Yuan Zhongxin thoughtfully beside him in a deep voice, "Yuan Zhongxin, are you really planning to go to the dungeon?"

Just as Yuan Zhongxin wanted to comfort him, Zhao Jian's exclamation suddenly came: "What dungeon?"

Wei Yanei replied with a sad face: "Ouyang Yi just came, Meng Tianyang and Chang Yi, the three of them are here to deliver the imperial decree, asking Yuan Zhongxin and Master Fan's cavalry army to go to the underground city of Daxia."

Zhao Jian was startled. Naturally, she did not forget the fate of those who had been involved in the dungeon in Qinghe Town. She looked at Yuan Zhongxin impressively, and was about to ask him if he would respond, but who knew the next moment, she had already seen When she reached the extremely conspicuous golden color, she asked in surprise, "Why didn't you stop him?"

Wei Yanei and Xue Ying almost wanted to cry but had no tears.

bar?

Can they stop what Yuan Zhongxin is going to do?

Stop with a hammer!

Yuan Zhongxin shrugged, and said nonchalantly: "If I don't answer, I will be resisting the order. Don't you know the consequences of resisting the order?"

When Zhao Jian heard this, she had nothing to say, she sat beside Prince Zhao dejectedly: "Father, even you can't do anything?"

Prince Zhao sighed deeply: "If I had a way, I would have done it earlier, why wait until now?"

Wei Yanei scratched his head listlessly: "Is there really no way for us not to go to this dungeon?"

Yuan Zhongxin raised his eyebrows and said pointedly: "Of course there is a way."

Wei Yanei immediately asked pleasantly: "What way?"

Yuan Zhongxin said with a smile: "Only the names of me and Mr. Fan are written in the imperial decree. The five of you are not on the list, so naturally you don't have to go."

Hearing this, Wei Yanei collapsed and was depressed.

What he wants is that all six people in Qizhai are safe and sound. If Yuan Zhongxin really wants to take risks, Wei Yanei will naturally not let Yuan Zhongxin face the storm alone.

Xue Ying still questioned: "Why do you write your name alone? If you really want to explore the dungeon, shouldn't the more people go, the better?"

Wang Kuan spoke suddenly, with a gloomy expression: "The emperor dare not write, he has his concerns, I am the son of Wang Canzheng, Ya Nei is the son of Lord Wei, and Zhao Jian is the daughter of Lord Zhao. His identity is here. The hearts of internal officials will not be so stupid as to write our names on it."

"Xue Ying, your father was born in a military household. He used to govern Hebei Road. There are a huge number of military households in that area. You will still be able to use him in the future; as for Xiaojing, he must know about Xiaojing. For the sake of the friendship between the Song Dynasty and Korea, he will not write the word Pei Jing on it."

Yuan Zhongxin gave Wang Kuan a thumbs up: "Smart."

Wang Kuan laughed at himself and hated his own incompetence in his heart: "So what can I do if I'm smart? I can't help you anyway."

Yuan Zhongxin curled his lips and comforted him with a smile: "The dog emperor is too bullying, we won't fight with him."

Dogs...Emperor.

Fan Zaizhi and the others looked at each other, secretly agreeing in their hearts that this emperor is really a dog.

Zhao Jian took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and said firmly and calmly: "Although our names are not listed in the imperial decree, I am going."

Wei Yanei raised his hand: "I'm going too!"

Xue Ying nodded: "Count me in."

Yuan Zhongxin squinted his eyes, smiled on the surface, and snorted: "Don't think I will be moved, I will drag you to this dungeon even if I die, and want to stay in the secret pavilion to enjoy the happiness? There is no door .”

Wang Kuan asked, "When are we going to leave?"

Yuan Zhongxin unfolded the imperial decree, with black characters on the yellow cloth, which dazzled Yuan Zhongxin. He looked at it carefully for a moment: "Two days later."

Wei Yanei asked puzzledly, "We don't have a map, how can we get there?"

Yuan Zhongxin blinked: "Didn't I tell you that my brother and Master Fan have already been to the dungeon? With them here, they naturally know how to get there."

Wang Kuan and the others looked at the calm Fan Zaizhi and Yuan Boji in surprise, and Wei Yanei asked curiously, "Master Fan, what does this dungeon look like? Are there any treasures inside?"

Fan Zaizhi shook his head, and replied truthfully: "I didn't go in, I just stayed at the gate for a few days, and then came back."

Zhao Jian frowned and asked: "At that time, it was also a dog... Uh, did the Holy Majesty give you an order to go to the dungeon?"

Yuan Bofin shook his head: "There is no solemnity this time, last time there was only a verbal order."

Wang Kuan stared, feeling strange in his heart: "Then why did you send Ouyang Yi and the others to deliver the imperial decree this time?"

"Because this decree is false."

Yuan Zhongxin opened his mouth suddenly, his words were like thunder on the ground, and the rest of the people turned pale with horror, staring at Yuan Zhongxin dumbfounded, without saying a word.

At this time, Yuan Zhongxin was frowning and staring at the lower left corner of the imperial decree, where there was a very conspicuous vermilion national seal, he reached out and touched that corner, his eyes darkened.

Wang Kuan asked in surprise, "Zhong Xin, what did you say, the imperial decree is false?"

Yuan Zhongxin pursed his lips and sneered, and his expression continued to mock: "It's not all fake, half of the truth is mixed, but it's enough to say it's fake."

Fan Zaizhi frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What evidence do you have?"

Yuan Zhongxin stretched out his long arms and handed the imperial decree to Zaizhi Fan. He said indifferently: "Master Fan, please carefully observe the seal of the State Seal. There is something strange about it."

Fan Zaizhi took it, frowned and observed, his eyes flashed, and he said after a while: "This is indeed the seal of the State Seal, there is nothing wrong with it."

Yuan Zhongxin raised his chin: "Master Fan, touch it and see if there is any difference."

Fan Zai held two fingertips up and down, and rubbed them carefully through the gold cloth. Suddenly, his face turned pale with shock: "Here, why is there no silk embroidery stamp?"

The reason why the imperial decree is unique is that the golden cloth used by the emperor to write the decree is uniquely made, and there is a layer of thin white cloth sandwiched inside the golden cloth. The white cloth is used to embroider the national seal and then seal it. Under the golden cloth, it feels like an invisible stamp to the touch, which is the only criterion for distinguishing true and false imperial edicts—of course, very few people know about this matter.

Yuan Zhongxin knew that it was entirely because he had touched many imperial decrees sent to Zhanyi Garden before.