Chapter 50 Auspicious Day [Seeking Follow-up Reading]

"cough--"

Wei Mingqi suddenly woke up from the darkness with a cough, expelling all the blood and flesh that were blocking his throat, his eyes blank and a little unbelievable.

No, there really is a second week?
He wanted to get up and take a look at his 'birthplace', but found himself being held in someone's arms, and the cold muddy ground beneath him was no longer there.

"Mingqi?"

A gentle voice came from above my head asking:

"Feeling better?"

"..."

Hearing that voice, Wei Mingqi suddenly relaxed, put his face in the woman's arms, then closed his eyes and began to review the previous process.

The woman in front of him seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Shi Fengguan is fine. Jin Liancheng ran away. It's just past the hour of Mao now. You should rest for a while."

"..."

Wei Mingqi opened his eyes and quietly embraced him with his arms: "Master, I thought I would never see you again."

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even dare to think of doing this, as he would most likely be hit by the Sword of Stopping War's claws before he could even reach out.

But this time, the slender waist was easily embraced by him, and through the skirt, Wei Mingqi could truly feel the softness and warmth.

The only downside was that the woman treated him like a frightened child, gently stroking his hair with one hand:

"Master boasted and failed to protect you. From now on -"

"You still treat me like a child?"

Wei Mingqi said this while tickling her sensitive spots with his fingers.

"..."

After a short silence, Xie Beiling wanted to take his hand away: "How can you hug Master like this if we are not children?"

Wei Mingqi's physical condition was surprisingly good at this time, and even the sequelae of the Seven Gates seemed to have disappeared. He held her waist tightly and did not loosen:
"Master is family to me. When I was lying there dying just now, I wanted to hug you, but I didn't have the strength."

"..."

The strength in Xie Beiling's hands faltered, and she remained quietly embraced by him for a while.

Wei Mingqi wanted to drown in her arms——

But compared to a moment of tenderness, he had more important things to do, so he let go of her hand and raised his head: "Where is Feng Guaner? I'll go see her."

Soon, the door opened and the dim moonlight fell on the steps. The rain outside had stopped and they were still in the front court of the West Palace.

creak-

Xie Beiling pushed open the door of a room not far from here and lit the old candle on the wall. The dim candlelight illuminated the room. Shi Fengguan was lying on a couch in the hall and sleeping soundly.

"She has lost too much energy. She will probably be in a coma for several days. I plan to go to the clinic to buy her some tonic medicine at dawn."

"Okay, I'll just look at her and leave."

Wei Mingqi did what he said. After taking a few glances to make sure Shi Fengguan was still alive, he turned and left.

Xie Beiling closed the door lightly and followed.

"where to?"

"Go to the palace."

After going through life and death, Wei Mingqi's expression became more relaxed: "I went to Wanrenshan to ask for some tonic. That old man wants me to work hard for the court all day long. How can I not show some appreciation at the critical moment?"

Xie Beiling knew that his purpose of going to the Imperial City was not simple, but he still nodded and said, "You go, I will stay here and take care of Yu Niang and the others."

Wei Mingqi nodded, then stepped off the eaves and left.

"Wait when I get home."

"..."

Xie Beiling stayed where he was, and after a while he looked at the sword at his waist in a daze.

There are many legends of martial artists who suddenly gain enlightenment overnight, but her master said that she is too pragmatic and it would be difficult for her to make a huge improvement. The same goes for the so-called "martial arts intention". She had even prepared herself mentally to stop at the master level.

But during a rainy night, she vaguely felt her own intention.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The dim front hall suddenly seemed to have a solemn autumn feeling. Invisible air rolled around for several feet and cut the stone slabs. Because the flow rate was too fast, it actually felt like the vicissitudes of time and the weathering of all things.

Xie Beiling looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

When did Yuqing Jiancheng, who advocated "stopping war as the best martial art", produce such an outlier as her?

The majestic Dragon City.

Jin Liancheng, whose vitality was severely damaged, walked to the bottom of the city wall. Even with his state of mind, he was a little cautious at this time.

"Please inform me that the Marquis of Southwest Liu, Jin Liancheng, wants to enter the palace to meet the Holy Empress." At the gate, torches were lit and guards in neat armor stood still. "It is not yet dawn and the Holy Empress has just woken up. She is usually washing at this time and will not see any outsiders."

"Just go and report it."

Jin Liancheng said word by word: "Just say that Jin Liancheng, the one who killed the rebellious king of the southwest, wants to see you."

"..."

The guard's eyes widened upon hearing this.

The Southwest Rebel King?

There are so many vassal kings in the world, and even foreign enemies, but if we talk about which one the Guanzhong court hates the most, it must be the southwest.

soon--

The guard who hurried back saluted with both hands: "Your Excellency, the Queen wishes to see you."

Jin Liancheng felt relieved and then walked into the deep city tower. When he was about to leave, his heart, which had just been relieved, suddenly rose again.

"Wang Gong——"

He bowed to the old man behind the city wall, his back tensed.

There was silence for a while.

Jin Liancheng was certain in his heart, so he raised his head and asked directly: "Does Lord Wan want to kill me?"

"..."

Behind the city wall, Wanrenshan, who had not been able to sleep well due to the winter thunder, raised his eyes:

"Stop dragging the text."

He moved aside like an old man taking a walk:
"I'm waiting for someone."

"..."

Jin Liancheng knew who he was waiting for, but he didn't dare to show any strangeness on his face, so he nodded respectfully again: "Then the young marquis will go to see the Holy Queen first."

The footsteps continued for a while, then became lighter again.

After he walked away.

"..."

"He's not a hero, he's not a tyrant, he's not even as good as Dongfang Ming."

Waited for a long time again.

There was a commotion outside the tower, and the voice of the guards came from afar: "Commander Wei, it's not past the hour of Mao, the Imperial City——"

"Don't do this with me!"

The young man's voice sounded impatiently: "Do you recognize my face? It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me, but do you recognize this sign? If you do, get out of the way. I have something to do."

Hearing this hateful, domineering and disobedient voice, Wanrenshan laughed instead.

"Commander Wei——"

"Wei Mingqi, go upstairs."

It suddenly became quiet outside the city wall.

Tread-

Stepping on the red wall, Wei Mingqi jumped onto the towering city wall in two steps. Standing next to the Wanren Mountain and looking around, the sky was already turning pale, illuminating the countless scales of the city in the distance.

"Has Jin Liancheng entered the palace?"

He was so murderous that he didn't care about the scenery and went straight to the core.

The old man next to him nodded and didn't hide it from him:

"I guess he has seen the Queen Mother. He still has injuries on his body. Was it Cang Liangye who did it?"

"Ah."

Cang Liangye’s account could not be settled now, so Wei Mingqi could only vent his anger on Jin Liancheng.

"Old man, you know me. Normally I will give you face, but not in this case. I want him to die. It happens that he is injured. Will you stop me later?"

Wan Renshan didn't stop him. He immediately went to the palace and dragged Jin Liancheng out and beat him to death in front of the woman.

If he was stopped, he would just turn around and leave.

"The appointment of new officials to a title must be made on auspicious dates. This is the rule of the imperial court."

Wanrenshan walked back slowly with his hands behind his back:

"On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, the sun and the moon are in conjunction, and the dragon's tail is in the sky. It is an auspicious day."

(End of this chapter)