Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

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The study is in the backyard, near the outhouse.

Chen Shaogang pulled down his pants and heard footsteps behind him.

Without turning his head, he said:

"Eunuch Wei, even when I'm relieving myself, you can't stop making a fuss. Do you want to see the dragon too?"

"It is your humble servant."

A cold, clear voice rang out.

Chen Shao was so frightened he almost broke his tongue.

He turned slightly to the side and saw Shen Qingci standing beside him, looking down at him.

"Are you that greedy? You won't even let me go to the toilet?"

"Stop with the pleasantries, Your Majesty. I want to ask you what your plans are."

"What plans?"

"Naturally, it's this witchcraft case. Why did Your Majesty suddenly decide to use such methods?"

"You're mistaken. That's not what I intended. I only participated in a small part of it."

"What does Your Majesty wish to do?"

"With a major battle imminent, it's only natural to go with the flow and purge the court again. If there are troublemakers in the court, how can I remain safe on the front lines?"

Things are different now.

Previously, Chen Shao hoped that the world would be as chaotic as possible. How chaotic could it get?

He can take advantage of a situation.

But now, three of the eight major warlords have been eliminated, and the remaining one is waiting to die at sea.

The Yellow Turbans have been defeated, and the Great Yan army can muster 200,000 troops.

The outcome can be considered settled.

With a divine artifact like the Yongle Encyclopedia, he couldn't wait to dominate the world.

Go and see who has a higher level of spiritual cultivation, the Western Jerusalem or yourself.

After Chen Shao finished speaking, he sighed.

"Actually, no one understands witchcraft better than me."

Putting everything else aside, he's a top-notch carpenter; the little figures he carves are absolutely lifelike, so much so that you couldn't clear his name even if you jumped into the Yellow River.

Shen Qingci got the answer she wanted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, completely satisfied.

He turned and left, giving Chen Shao a thumbs-up on the waist:

"Indeed, a hidden dragon rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles high."

"..."

Chen Shao's mind had already drifted to the sea.

Honestly, he really doesn't know how to get rid of Chen Yue for the time being.

But he didn't realize that three feet behind him, under the pile of hay used to cover the latrine, a pair of eyes were staring at him intently.

Look closely, this person's name is Wan Qifeng.

Top assassin in the shamanistic religion.

This name would definitely stop a baby from crying at night on the grasslands.

The dirty work that the high priest couldn't handle was almost entirely done by him alone.

Assassinate martial arts masters, strike at political enemies in the imperial court, and suppress discontent within the sect...

With just a word from the high priest, no one is off-limits to death, and no one is too afraid to be killed.

He was once ordered by the high priest to assassinate the leader of a famous tribe on the grasslands.

That man was extremely skilled in martial arts and was very cautious, always accompanied by eighteen personal guards.

To exaggerate a bit, they even check the sex of a fly before letting it get close.

But Wan Qifeng stubbornly squatted in the outhouse next to his tent for three days and three nights.

He covered his entire body with grass, lived among excrement and urine, and neither ate nor drank.

Finally, the leader went to the toilet.

When it comes to going to the toilet... very few people like to be watched by others.

This was also the only time he didn't bring his personal guards.

Just as he urinated the last drop, his whole body shuddered.

Wan Qifeng suddenly rose from the pit, slit his throat with a single sword strike, and then fled into the distance.

Even with a thousand troops, they couldn't even touch a single hem of his clothes.

From then on, Wanqifeng's name became famous throughout the grasslands.

He is even known as the "God of Toilets".

The moment the high priest brought him into the capital, he cleverly planned to have him stay there.

He initially had some reservations, but was it really necessary to complain so early?

How many days have they been squatting here?

But now, he only feels admiration.

The high priest was indeed a man of extraordinary magical powers, whose methods were unfathomable.

It's unbelievable that so long ago, even Chen Shaohui came to the outhouse of this dilapidated academy.

Absolutely astounding! Absolutely astounding!

I recognized him immediately. This was Chen Shao, the Emperor of Great Yan who gave the Empress a headache, made Northern Mang lose face, and made Helian Xiong fear him like a tiger!

Wan Qifeng did not rush to make a move.

An assassin must be able to keep his composure.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment.

The most vulnerable moment for a person is the instant after relieving themselves.

In that instant, my body and mind relaxed, my mind went blank, my muscles relaxed, and even the spaces between my bones felt tingly.

He was waiting for this.

The sound gradually subsided, changing from a roaring waterfall to a trickle, and then to water dripping on stone.

at last!

Everything is desolate!

Chen Shao's shoulders twitched slightly.

It's now!

A great assassin is one who can seize the smallest opportunity.

This is a sign that the end is near.

Wan Qifeng suddenly sprang into action, his long sword moving silently straight for Chen Shao's back.

This sword strike made no sound of cutting through the air, nor did it exude any killing intent; it was as gentle as a wisp of moonlight scattered by the wind.

The tip of the sword was no more than three inches from Chen Shao's heart.

Wan Qifeng had even begun to devise his escape route after succeeding.

Stepping on the wall, climbing onto the roof, entering the bamboo grove within three breaths, and leaving the academy within five breaths.

Then he changed his clothes and swaggered off to the street to eat a bowl of wontons.

But the next moment, his feet suddenly lost their footing.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy and was grabbed by the back of my neck and spun around.

With a single lift, he slammed him to the ground and stomped on his face.

"Dude, you really know how to pick a spot. I'm invincible in the outhouse."

Wan Qifeng felt a chill run down his spine.

This is impossible!

He clearly saw Chen Shao urinating in front of him, his sword already at his back, so how did the man suddenly appear behind him?

He turned around abruptly, nearly snapping his neck.

But if you don't turn around, there's a toilet right in front of you...

"You...you..." Wan Qifeng stammered.

"What do you mean, 'you'?! I am the God of War of the Outhouse!"

With the help of the "toilet escape" tag, Chen Shaozhen is in his element here... oops, I mean he's completely at ease.

Wan Qifeng still wanted to resist, so he flipped his wrist and swung his sword again, aiming straight for Chen Shao's throat.

But he finally understood the difference between himself, the "Toilet War God," and others. Chen Shao treated him like his own home, while he was just an outsider.

The other party was so slippery, I didn't even know how they moved before they dodged.

Another foot landed on his face.

Just an inch away, it was still warm.

"Who sent you? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll feed you until you're full!"

"Ha...ha...a true man dies when he should."

"Still a tough nut to crack?"

Chen Shao felt that there might be people in the world who could withstand the tortures of the Northern Garrison Prison, but absolutely no one could withstand the tortures of the latrine.

But today opened his eyes to a whole new world.

This person is truly heartless.

No matter how you ask or press them, they just won't open their mouths.

Chen Shao had no way to deal with him, so in the end he could only kill him with a single sword strike.

Even after leaving the outhouse, he was still marveling: "Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

I admire you.

Chen Shao took some fresh air outside the bamboo grove, and Eunuch Wei followed from a distance, draping an outer robe over his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, the esteemed officials are still waiting in the front courtyard."

"Just wait, there's no rush."

"Your Majesty... I think I heard some noise when I was relieving myself just now."

"Don't pry into men's affairs."

After feeling that the smell on his body had dissipated, Chen Shao walked towards the front yard again.

In the front courtyard, the officials had been waiting for a long time, their faces turning pale.

They dared not speak loudly, but only huddled together in twos and threes, whispering a few words. When Chen Shao returned, they quickly dispersed, standing ramrod straight with their eyes fixed straight ahead.

There's no way around it; Chen Shao's current imperial aura is too overwhelming, creating a strong sense of oppression.

A guard brought over a grand chair, and Chen Shao sat down expressionlessly.

About half an hour later, the first fast horse finally arrived.

A Jinyiwei captain galloped to the entrance of the academy and dismounted.

Holding a brocade box, she ran in quickly and knelt on one knee:

"Your Majesty! I was ordered to search the residence of Lord Sun Shouxin, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and found this item!"