King's Feast

"Your Majesty, have you confirmed that you will go?"

The Empress got up from the high throne and walked down the Hall of All Souls.

"Didn't you hear the child crying cowardly? It's disgusting."

"Since that child has been taken away from everything, then let me, come and teach her that what is lost must be taken back by myself!"

·

If only... I could die.

Matou Ying coughed up another mouthful of blood, and lay on her back in the dark room, surrounded by the rustling sound of insects crawling by.

However, she didn't even have the strength to die.

Another wave of insect-biting pain surged up.

Matou Sakura's beautiful violet eyes had already dimmed.

Who, who can save her——!

Or, who can end her life...

"Be full, be full...

You will carry the hurricane from the east, and bear the scepter and the court;

Respond to me, four walls painted gold, crown eternal.Follow the will of the Grail, the truth of the scales;

show up! "

The old and low voice of calling was like the whisper of a demon, and only the lines of the calling array emitted a faint light in the dark worm warehouse.

As if sensing something, the swarm scattered in fear.

Matou Sakura struggled to tilt her head, and moved her fingers, as if she wanted to touch the summoning circle.

—Whoever it is, please don't come here.

Matou's house is a place where even evil spirits escape.

However, at the next moment, contrary to Matou Sakura's heartfelt wish, the summoning array glowed with light.

The brilliant golden light filled the entire room, where the swarms of insects were annihilated.

The greed and desire on Matou Zouken's skinny face were also under the light, and there was nothing to hide.

In a trance, Tongying saw a figure descending from the sky amidst the brilliance.

"Bold madman!"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

The woman's violent drinking seemed to contain the power of a million troops, and the sound was as loud as a bell.

The beauty in the long dress of the Tang suit has a beautiful face, a cold and serious expression, with a little light that has not yet dissipated, and the horsewhip in her hand strikes at Zouyan Jiantong.

The thin, stooped old man narrowly avoided it with an agility that didn't match his figure.But the stern wind from the horsewhip still scratched Matou Zouken's shriveled skin.

No blood comes out.Countless bugs swarmed into the wound and repaired it quickly.

The woman noticed this and frowned in disgust.

"The body of an ant dares to touch my leftovers! The crime is unforgivable."

Jiantong Zouyan didn't care about the woman's attitude, instead he laughed strangely.In the cloudy eyeballs, there is greed for the power that is about to be obtained.

"Using the holy relic without your permission is the fault of this old man. However, Your Majesty from the Eastern Land, since this old man summoned you, then this old man is your Master."

Matou Zouken took out his hand that had been hidden in his sleeve, and showed the woman the bright red Command Seal on the back of his withered hand.

"You see, with the Command Seal, you will only be the old man's servant. Recognize the reality, Your Majesty. The old man doesn't do anything, but just wants to use your power to fight a righteous battle."

"Servant?" The woman sneered.

"Since you claim to be Your Majesty, you should know who I am. Since when did even ants dare to jump around in front of me?"

The horsewhip in the woman's hand was raised, and the sound of breaking wind roared fiercely.

But Matou Sakura, who was still lying on the ground, could see clearly that her titular grandfather, Matou Zouyan, had already set up a dense insect formation around here.

She opened her mouth eagerly, wanting to remind this beauty from a foreign country.

- let's go!Get out of here quickly, you don't know what kind of power grandpa holds, you can't beat him!

As if sensing Matou Sakura's inner voice, the beauty in Tang costume cast a cold look at Matou Sakura.

Under the gaze, like the majesty of an emperor.

Inviolable/blasphemy, inviolable/violable, unquestionable.

Matou Sakura, who had never seen such an existence before, was breathless and her heartbeat slowed down by two beats.

Inexplicably, seeing the calm expression of the foreign beauty, Matou Ying suddenly had a feeling that she might win.

However, the woman did not stop because of Matou Sakura's emotions.

Her clear eyes were like water, calm and cold.

[How to kill the fierce horse?With steel/whip, with club, with dagger/head. ]

[How to kill the enemy? ]

——When weeds are cut, the roots must be eradicated!

The swung horsewhip whistled and generated wind in the small worm bin, piercing the air with a sharp and shrieking sound, like the wrath of a god, and the sky fell into fear.

Severe winds passed by, and the swarms were killed and injured.

Jiantong Zouyan kept moving his figure, his shriveled face couldn't see any expression, but he secretly screamed inwardly.

He still underestimated the Eastern Empress.

A small whip, but airtight.Like a net in the sky, even flying insects have nowhere to escape.

"My name is my country."

The golden light rose, and the sun shone hot and bright.

The dim worm warehouse was instantly lit up.All the insects rustling in the dark corners that have not been exposed to the sun for many years, even had no time to escape, they were instantly wiped out.

——This is the majesty and light that belong to the emperor.

"Where I am is my country."

The moon rises and shines with the sun.

The cold white moonlight quietly projected on the ground, and the white frost quickly spread to the entire worm warehouse.

Before Matou Zouken reacted and wanted to escape, a small world independent of the world had already formed.

There is no escape.

He can only fight the trapped beasts, watching himself go down and bear the emperor's wrath.

The light is shrouded, and the moonlight seals the border.

"[The sun and the moon are in the sky]——!"

The woman's voice is like a chime, gold, stone and jade are shattered.

The emperor's coercion, wrapped in anger, swept towards Jiantong Zouyan.A force weighing more than [-] million tons pressed down on the top, and Matou Zouyan had no escape.

But what was even worse was that he felt that he had lost control of his body the moment the empress released the skill with her real name.

It's like being like an ant, life and death are held in the palm of others.

In hundreds of years of life, Matou Zouyan realized for the first time that he was so weak.

The first head of the Jiantong family, one of the three imperial families, was unable to even control life and death.

Matou Zouyan's shriveled face was trembling with anger, he lost the calmness that he always had the chance to win, and he struggled desperately to escape as countless imprinted worms like he did several times in the past.

However, in this small world where the sun and the moon coexist together, Matou Zouken, deprived of power and tightly bound by a horsewhip, can't even break free like an ordinary person.

Matou Sakura was also unable to escape.

She curled up on the frosty ground, coughing up blood in pain.Thousands of imprinted worms were swimming restlessly under the skin, with protrusions and depressions, making her look extremely terrifying.

Matou Sakura knew that the imprinted worm in her body felt the threat of death, and was desperately devouring her own flesh and blood to keep alive.

The violet pupils gradually faded.

——Actually, she was also very happy to die like this.

"clatter"

"clatter"

"clatter"

Vision blurred.The pain beyond the limit made Matou Sakura unable to see the picture in front of her eyes clearly.She raised her head with difficulty, looking in the direction of the source of the voice.

It was the voice of that foreign beauty walking towards her through the frost.

The delicate and soft long skirt dragged the floor, and the patterns were faintly shining.

As the woman walked, the steps swayed between the clouds and temples.

The woman lowered her eyes and stared at Matou Sakura.

It wasn't until the moment before Matou Sakura was about to be swallowed by the engraving worm and passed out that she opened her mouth slowly.

"Zhen Wuzhao, Great Tang Zetian Great Sage Emperor."

"For you."

·

The Holy Grail War is about to start, but the Matou family, one of the three imperial families, suddenly lost contact.

The several families who are always paying attention to the competitor's situation, sent out the heroic spirits, shikigami, and familiars to inquire about the news, but they couldn't even find the Matou family.

It was as if it had evaporated overnight.

It used to be the Matou family's mansion, but now, there is only an empty piece of land.

But unfortunately, there is no trace of magic, and it doesn't seem to be shielded from perception by magic.

The people who came to ask questions were so confused that they looked suspicious.

Standing by the window with his arms folded, Wu Zhao looked at the confused heroes and fiends coming downstairs, and was amused by their "confused, helpless, but dangerous" aura.

"It's more fun than a farce. Don't you think?"

Behind her, a neat oriental spiritual practitioner in a black modern military/uniform responded with a smile.

"Your Majesty said yes, so there must be nothing wrong. Your Majesty, that lady has woken up, and I have cleaned up the remaining worms in her body."

"Let's step back first and go to thoroughly investigate the theft of the holy relic."

Wu Zhao nodded, turned and walked into the room.

Matou Sakura was lying on the soft bed in a daze, unable to react to the situation in front of her.

She didn't understand that Grandpa was calling illegally, how could the master and slave be reversed in the blink of an eye, and the summoned heroic spirit controlled everything.

Even, grandpa was imprisoned by that foreign beauty, but he was able to wake up in the warm and fluffy pillow.

And she could no longer perceive the existence of the engraved worm in her body.

It was as if the bugs that had made her miserable in the past were all dead.

"I have to say that I have a new understanding of the magic of this country."

"The same goes for human cowardice and inferiority."

Like a waterfall and clear spring hitting stone jade, it is clear and clear.

Matou Ying turned her head when she heard the voice, and saw the exotic beauty who appeared from the summoning circle last night, standing beside the bed at some point.But the face of the foreign beauty, more beautiful than flowers, was covered with frost.

She couldn't help but clenched her hands under the quilt tightly in fear.

"Why don't you resist?"

But after a long silence, the danger Matou Sakura expected did not come.Only the woman asked inexplicably.

"Eh?" Matou Sakura was surprised.

"You don't like the old man, you don't like this house. Then why don't you resist?"

Wu Zhao was more patient than usual with Matou Ying.Looking at the confused eyes of the injured kitten-like girl, he repeated his question again.

Matou Ying blinked, and murmured back: "But, but, I was sent by my father."

"Grandpa said, I must have the strength to inherit the Matou family."

Wu Zhao sneered upon hearing this.

"Father? Grandpa?"

"No, girl, that's your enemy."

"And you, you are obviously unwilling. The fire of resentment is about to burst out from your heart."

"You remember, girl—"

Wu Zhao's lips curled into a smile, and Fu Rong's face was serious.

The coercion and arrogance belonging to the emperor were fully released in an instant, enveloping the little Sakura Matou.

Matou Sakura opened her eyes a little bit, the violet pupils were lit up, and the light fluctuated.

She unconsciously held her breath, her eyes attracted by the confident and proud beauty in front of her.

"If you are unwilling, then fight!"

"If you hate, then revenge!"

"Use the blood of the enemy to calm down the anger—!"

The author has something to say: Cake came for an appointment.

One of the world's four ancient civilizations, China's 5000-year civilization, the only female emperor.

Wu Zetian, Wu Zhao.

She is never inferior to any male emperor, she is the peony of Tang Dynasty and the bright pearl of China.

No matter how harsh the history books are, countless people still shed tears for her and admire her beauty.

There is no inscription on the stele without merits and demerits, and future generations are still not qualified to evaluate the only empress.

On a night where the mountain breeze is gentle and the moonlight blends with hibiscus flowers, Wu Zhao ends a thousand-year sleep, wakes up from Qianling's bedroom, and walks into the present world.

All the judges, please listen to her stories and tell them one by one.

This is exactly--

300 Years of Li Tangwu Zhou

Heroic spirits bow their heads and return to the emperor