Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 87 Zhuang Mohan's Trouble

After saying that, Leng Feibai picked up the Kanglong Mace and secretly flicked out two fingers, which turned into two streams of energy and escaped into Lang Tao's body, resolving his internal injuries.

In the future, Lang Tao will also be one of the helpers in dealing with Emperor Qing, so we can't let anything happen to him at this time.

"You pervert!"

Lang Tao stood up and said unhappily, "I really don't know how you've trained in the past five years. You're even stronger than you were back then! Tell me honestly, how much of your strength have you used?"

After hearing this, Leng Feibai glanced at Hong Sixiang who was eavesdropping in the dark, and lied calmly, "About 70% to 80%!"

In fact, in the battle just now, Leng Feibai only used less than 30% of his strength.

"As expected!" Lang Tao said with a wry smile, "Even Lao Yun and I, even if we work together, can't make you give it your all. No wonder Teacher said back then that achieving Grandmaster status would be at least five times as difficult as it is for us!"

Hong Sixiang's earlobe twitched slightly, obviously he heard something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Li Chengqian on the side showed a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

But at this moment, Eunuch Hou's voice came from behind, "His Majesty has ordered that all gentlemen return to the palace to continue the banquet!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Chengqian could only suppress the curiosity in his heart and followed everyone back to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

Only Fan Xian was worried about Leng Feibai's condition. He immediately came to his side and asked, "Brother Feibai, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Leng Feibai waved his hand and said, "They can't threaten me yet. You better take care of yourself first. I'm afraid Zhuang Mohan will make trouble as soon as we get back."

Fan Xian nodded, indicating that he had been prepared for this.

After they returned to the palace, Leng Feibai bowed to Emperor Qing, who was seated in the main seat, and said, "Your Majesty, I have returned victorious."

"Thank you for your hard work, Leng Qing!"

After Emperor Qing finished speaking, he poured a glass of wine and said, "I toast you!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Leng Feibai knelt on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and then he returned to his seat.

Yun Zhilan and Lang Taoye returned to their seats, and the people from Dongyi City and Northern Qi also whispered to comfort them.

They kept saying things like it wasn't that they were too weak, but that their opponents were too strong.

When Li Yunrui looked at Leng Feibai, his eyes were filled with anger. He wished he could skin him alive to relieve the anger in his heart.

Leng Feibai didn't care at all. After all, this woman Li Yunrui would be sent back to her fiefdom in about half a month.

If her death had not forced Lin Wan'er into mourning, her marriage with Fan Xian would have been postponed.

What Leng Feibai asked his clone to cast on her last night was not a nightmare talisman, but a blood poison talisman.

"Be angry, be angry. The angrier you are, the stronger your murderous intent towards me will be."

Leng Feibai thought to himself, "I'll find a chance to kill Yan Xiaoyi tonight. If you get kicked out of Northern Qi and can't contain your anger, you'll have no choice but to use the power of the Junshan Society to kill me. Then I can capture a few of them alive and use the opportunity to find out more about the Junshan Society, thus removing this arm of yours."

Leng Feibai had long planned to take action against the largest underworld force under Li Yunrui, but the Junshan Association hid it too well.

The size of the information fireball in the interior scene is comparable to that of the entire Kyoto, otherwise Leng Feibai would have found out the members of the Junshan Society long ago.

The banquet continued and everyone continued to eat and drink.

Not long after, Emperor Qing spoke again, "Fan Xielu!"

Fan Xian, who was waiting for the other party to make a move, was stunned when he heard this. He quickly stood up and saluted Emperor Qing.

"The last few times I saw you, you didn't kneel down to me!"

Emperor Qing took a bite of his food and continued, "Today you have learned how to bow to me."

"hehe!"

Fan Xian smiled awkwardly. After all, he was not an idiot. Doing something rude and disrespectful in public would be courting death.

Emperor Qing said calmly, "The Honglu Temple presented a memorial saying that you have done a good job in the past few days. This war started because of you and should end because of you. Have a drink with me!" After hearing this, Fan Xian hurriedly picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank with Emperor Qing.

Just as Fan Xian was about to sit down, Li Chengze suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute, Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"speak"

Emperor Qing had a blank expression on his face, but he actually knew what was going on. He knew what his son and Li Yunrui had done in collusion with Zhuang Mohan.

Li Chengze clasped his fists and said, "Fan Xian, upon arriving in Kyoto, overwhelmed all the scholars with his poem "Climbing the Sky." These past few days, during negotiations with Northern Qi, he has also been measured in his actions, neither humble nor overbearing. He is a man of great use..."

"Don't use so much rhetoric, just say it directly!"

As soon as Emperor Qing finished speaking, Li Chengze quickly said, "I propose that Fan Xian preside over next year's Spring Examination, so that this will become a great story."

After hearing this, Leng Feibai whispered to Fan Xian, "They're going to burn you to death!"

"Don't worry, let's see what they're going to do!"

After Fan Xian finished speaking, he continued to watch the show. Emperor Qing pondered for a moment and said, "Although Fan Xian is talented, he is still inexperienced..."

Looking at Emperor Qing's expression, Li Chengqian also jumped out and agreed with Li Chengze's suggestion.

Looking at the actions of the two princes, all the ministers present were stunned.

Lang Tao glanced at Yun Zhilan, then turned to look at Leng Feibai.

But Leng Feibai's face was as gloomy as water and frighteningly cold.

"This boy!"

Lang Tao was glad that he did not leave, otherwise he would not have been able to see such a wonderful show.

Emperor Qing looked at his two sons, his icy face expressionless. "The Spring Examination is still a while away, so we'll discuss this later. You all should leave."

After hearing this, Li Chengqian and Li Chengze stood up and looked at each other before returning to their seats.

"His Majesty!"

Zhuang Mohan, who had been silent since entering the hall, suddenly interrupted and asked, "Is this talented poet Fan Xian?"

"coming!"

A cold light flashed in Leng Feibai's eyes, and he coughed lightly at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian understood and started to think about which of the three plans he had prepared.

Zhuang Mohan first praised Fan Xian a few words, and then said in a tactful tone that the four lines after "Climbing the High Mountain" were his teacher's posthumous work, and how did it become Fan Xian's work?

Li Yunrui supported Fan Xian from the side, but actually exaggerated Fan Xian's crime of plagiarism with words.

After hearing this, Guo Baokun immediately stood up indignantly, knelt before His Majesty and proposed that Fan Xian, the fraud and the thief, be expelled from Kyoto.

"Hahaha!"

Leng Feibai's laughter suddenly rang out, and then he laughed so hard that he punched the ground with his fists.

Looking at Leng Feibai's expression, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel sweat on his palms. He thought to himself, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

Emperor Qing looked at Leng Feibai and knew that he had a way to break the impasse. He asked directly, "Leng Qing, why are you laughing?"

"Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

Leng Feibai stood up and apologized, "I just saw Mr. Zhuang and the princess singing the same tune and I found it funny."

Before Emperor Qing could speak, Guo Baokun immediately jumped out, pointing at Leng Feibai and cursing, "Leng Feibai, you are just a warrior, how dare you be so rude in front of Your Majesty and the Zhuang family? Your Majesty, I suggest that this disrespectful lunatic be expelled from Kyoto."

"Quiet!"

Leng Feibai's voice was like the black ice from the sky. Except for Emperor Qing, everyone present felt the temperature suddenly drop.

Guo Baokun was so cold that goosebumps appeared all over his body. He fell to the ground and didn't know what to say for a moment.

(End of this chapter)