"It's too early for Second Imperial Brother to say so."
The Second Prince never expected that he had already killed his father and was only a small step away from ascending the throne, but was interrupted by his younger brother.
The Second Prince looked astonished. He hurriedly shouted, "Come! Come quickly!"
Unexpectedly, the Fifth Prince smiled slightly and suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand. At the same time, waves of agonizing screams came from outside again. The threshold of the bedchamber was soaked red, oozing blood, and the blood inside and outside the room connected into one.
At this point, both inside and outside the bedchamber had become a purgatory.
No matter how much the Second Prince shouted, he would not get a response. Only a few guards standing beside him remained, but they did not dare to step forward due to the large number of the opponent.
"How could this be! Idiots! A bunch of idiots!" The Second Prince looked crazy. He fiercely kicked the guard beside him and reached out to grab the neck of another guard. But before his hand could touch, several guards beside the Fifth Prince had already rushed forward and suppressed him in the pool of blood.
Most of the Second Prince's crazy face was covered with blood, and his clothes were also stained red.
The Fifth Prince put the folding fan back to his waist, stepping on the blood on the ground, and walked step by step.
"Second Imperial Brother, being so embarrassed is not like you." The Fifth Prince spoke as gently and elegantly as ever, with a smile in his words, but also with a hint of mockery.
The Second Prince looked up and glared, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. He tried to struggle, but was firmly held down by the guards and could not move.
"My reinforcements will arrive soon. Then, how long can you be arrogant!" The Second Prince roared angrily.
"Me? Reinforcements?" The Fifth Prince chuckled, a trace of contempt in his eyes, and smiled, "Why do you think I'm here? Your reinforcements, I'm afraid, have already died on the way. Oh, no, there are a dozen or so who are not afraid of death. They left their companions and ran into the imperial city, but I caught them all. It can be considered a desperate struggle."
"You deserve to die! You deserve to die!" The Second Prince suddenly cursed, his eyes seeming to bulge out as he stared firmly at the Fifth Prince, "You are just the child of a dancing girl! Why do you!"
The Fifth Prince smiled and did not respond to his words. Instead, he took two more steps forward.
When the guards beside the Fifth Prince saw him moving forward, they hurriedly stopped him: "Your Highness! Be careful!"
The Fifth Prince had already walked in front of the Second Prince. The Second Prince unwillingly reached out his hand, trying to grab his leg, but was stepped on the back of his hand by him. The Second Prince looked up and met a pair of eyes without a smile, shining with a cold light.
"You... ah -!" Before the Second Prince could finish speaking, the foot on the back of his hand suddenly exerted force, and his fingers made a series of cracking sounds. He also let out a painful howl.
"Imperial Brother did not expect that when the mantis catches the cicada, the oriole will naturally be behind, right?" The Fifth Prince smiled slightly, but his tone was extremely eerie and terrifying. His usual gentle appearance seemed to be just a disguise, covering his true nature, "What Imperial Brother can do, why can't I do it?"
"You... you...!" The Second Prince's face became distorted due to pain and anger. He still wanted to curse something, but he could no longer make a sound.
The Fifth Prince released his hand and waved to the guards.
The guards nodded, pulled the Second Prince up, and dragged him out of the bedchamber. The blood on the ground left a trail as the Second Prince's curses spread.
The Fifth Prince turned around, looked at the frightened palace people and his own guards, and showed a rare serious expression. Suddenly, he loudly said:
"The Second Prince took advantage of the Emperor's power, attempting to force the palace to rebel and murder the Emperor. It is a great treason and unpardonable crime! The Emperor has passed away, and I am extremely grieved!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding guards and soldiers suddenly knelt in front of him. A general who seemed to be the leader shouted: "Your Highness, please mourn! But the court cannot be without a monarch for a day! Since Your Highness has quelled the rebellion, please ascend the throne as soon as possible to stabilize the people's hearts!"
The victory and defeat have been determined, and the mountains and rivers have been settled.
At this point, the storm in the court has finally calmed down completely.
Outside the imperial city, the post-war chaos still needs someone to clean up.
Yu Chi Feng sat on a stone, stretching out his hand, allowing the people of Liu Du City to bandage his palm. He watched as the people from the Evil Cult and Yan Long Hall were taken away by the imperial army, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"It seems that the outcome in the palace has also been decided. This farce should come to an end." Yu Chi Feng sighed.
"The rest is not something that us people in the martial arts world can interfere with." Feng Ting Liu walked to Yu Chi Feng's side, looked at the messy battlefield after the war, and sat down beside him.
After the people of Liu Du City bandaged Yu Chi Feng, they hurriedly went to bandage other wounded. Although the victory belonged to Liu Du City and Bei Long Hall, their losses were also serious.
The two looked at the devastated battlefield, with a hint of pain in their eyes.
However, in the martial arts world, the sword is ruthless, and only the strong can survive. Facing life and death, one should be calm.
"What are Lord Feng's plans?" Yu Chi Feng deliberately said this title, supporting his cheek with one hand, and turned to look at Feng Ting Liu, who was as dusty as him.
"I will first lead my people back to Liu Du City to reorganize. But you, since Yan Long Hall has become a rebel, the leader of Bei Long Hall should have a lot of things to deal with, right?" Feng Ting Liu said slowly, turned his head, and met his gaze.
"Haha, indeed." Yu Chi Feng laughed loudly. When he thought of the things he would have to face later, he couldn't help but feel a bit helpless, "Perhaps it will be difficult to get away for a while."
As soon as the words fell, the air around seemed to freeze. The emotions in the eyes of the two collided with each other, but no one made a sound.
After a while, Yu Chi Feng curved his eyebrows and said gently, "Young Master, give me some time. Wait for me to come back."
Everything that followed happened in the blink of an eye.
Feng Ting Liu suddenly grabbed Yu Chi Feng's collar, regardless of the presence of others, and directly kissed Yu Chi Feng's lips.
Yu Chi Feng was stunned for a moment, then raised his uninjured hand and pressed it on the back of Feng Ting Liu's neck, responding to the kiss.
The time their lips were pressed together was not long. Even many of the passing brothers had not yet reacted to what had happened, and the two had already separated. But both of them were blushing, looking at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed. Then, their foreheads touched, calming their breaths.
"I'll wait for you." Feng Ting Liu softly replied.
The atmosphere around was not really romantic. The smell of blood and soil mixed together made people feel dizzy. But the two seemed to isolate all that, immersing themselves in each other's eyes.
In the martial arts world, the sword is cold, but the people who hold the sword are always warm.
Seeing this, the people of Liu Du City and Bei Long Hall whistled one after another.
They had never seen the smiles of their own hall master, nor had they ever seen their own city lord so gentle. But it was these two people who showed their softest side to each other.
Having received Feng Ting Liu's response, the smile in Yu Chi Feng's eyes became even brighter. If he had a tail, he would surely wag it desperately until it broke before he would stop.
Yu Chi Feng gently rubbed the back of Feng Ting Liu's neck twice, then stood up and looked at the brothers of Bei Long Hall.
"The war is not over! The injured brothers return to Bei Ji City to heal their wounds. Other brothers follow me to the Yan Long Hall stronghold to arrest the traitor leader!"
"Yes!"
The sun was dazzling. Feng Ting Liu looked at Yu Chi Feng's broad and powerful back, as if he was looking at another sun.
Feng Ting Liu couldn't help but murmur in his heart, the question that had been lingering in his mind.
Will he come back?
The martial arts world is vast. Can Liu Du City keep him?
But now, Feng Ting Liu can give a definite answer to this question.
Yes.
He will definitely come back.
Yu Chi Feng returned to the martial arts world for him. Even though he was far away in Bei Ji City, the leash that connected him had never been broken. Feng Ting Liu only needed to gently pull the other end, and Yu Chi Feng would come back to his side.
Even if the other end of that leash was also firmly tied to Feng Ting Liu's wrist.
On the other side, Xia Yi also reorganized the brothers of Liu Du City. After counting the number of deaths and injuries, he ran to Feng Ting Liu's side.
"Let's go." Before Xia Yi could speak, Feng Ting Liu stood up and walked towards the direction of the crowd.
Several months later.
In a roadside teahouse, a waiter shouted vigorously, attracting a great hero wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a sword to take a seat.
The man ordered a pot of the cheapest tea and was immediately attracted by the storyteller on the stage.
The storyteller slapped theWake-up wood on the table, opened and closed the folding fan, and began to speak:
"Last time we talked about how the martial arts force Bei Long Hall and the mysterious Liu Du City actually intercepted the rebels outside the imperial city, killed the villains of the Evil Cult, and restored peace to the people in the martial arts world. Yan Long Hall and Bei Long Hall are both branches of the Zhu Xie Hui, but they participated in the rebel's forcing the palace and were arrested by the court. The leader of Yan Long Hall, that coward, actually hid in the stronghold and was also caught by Bei Long Hall in one fell swoop!"
"Good!"
"Bei Long Hall is really a group of heroes!"
There were continuous praises from the audience, and even the storyteller's eyes showed a bit of pride.
"The leader of Bei Long Hall held a dark sword. The momentum of raising and lowering the sword was like swallowing mountains and rivers. The leader of Yan Long Hall looked terrified and attempted to escape, but it was too late. In an instant, the villain's head fell to the ground. And that sword did not even drip a drop of blood, as if it had swallowed the blood and sin. It was like a divine sword descending to the world! The leader of Bei Long Hall glared angrily, like the eyes of a giant dragon, causing the wind and clouds to change! It can be said that - The divine sword descends to subdue the demons, and the might of Bei Long shakes the ten directions!"
"After this event, the current Emperor is very fond of Bei Long Hall. The carriages delivering gifts have lined up on the streets of Bei Ji City, which is truly spectacular. Now, the Zhu Xie Hui has disbanded, and only Bei Long Hall is truly eliminating harm for the people and solving their problems..."
In a moment, a person dressed in black, covering his face, sat down in front of the great hero.
Although this person was tightly wrapped, his clothes were wide open, exposing half of his chest.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly both laughed.
"Is it really as scary as he said? The divine sword descending to the world? Is it so powerful?" The person whispered, with a hint of laughter in his tone.
"Ugh... Just talking nonsense and changing the poetry randomly. I'm not afraid of being scolded." The great hero said helplessly and silently took a sip of tea.
This great hero is exactly the leader of Bei Long Hall mentioned by the storyteller.
If the storyteller knew that the person sitting opposite the leader of Bei Long Hall is the current leader of the Evil Cult, what would he think?
Feng Che couldn't help but bury his head on the table and laughed lowly.
Yu Chi Feng couldn't stand it anymore. He put down the cup and said directly, "Why did you suddenly appear in Bei Ji City and come to see me?"
"Oh, I almost forgot the main thing." Feng Che wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and somehow found a red envelope and handed it to Yu Chi Feng.
Yu Chi Feng picked up the envelope and looked at it. Suddenly, he looked surprised.
"Invitation?"
"Bei Long Hall is in the limelight, and the remaining Evil Cult in the northwest has also been completely eradicated. As for how they eradicated the Evil Cult and what will happen in the future, please listen to my next chapter!"
Yu Chi Feng listened to the continuous cheers in the teahouse, stared at the invitation in his hand, and was lost in thought for a long time.
What will happen in the future...
It's time for him to fulfill his promise.