Chapter 116 The Royal Princess's Abode

The carriage stopped at the foot of Drunken Breeze Pavilion.

Regent King walked in front, the Sword Maker followed him, and Zheng Fan and Great Hero Chen were at the rear.

Lord Zheng was now filled with absurdity.

He had just struggled his way out yesterday, only to have a not-so-comfortable sleep, and now he was going back again?

Lord Zheng could choose "no" now,

but saying "no" to that white-robed man was actually the greatest offense to him.

He was the Regent King, he was the "emperor." As a ruler, his word was law.

Furthermore, from the standpoint of the character "Su Mingzhe," he had no reason to say "no" at this time.

Because he was sent by his master to deliver gifts and attend the princess's wedding banquet.

Refusal would inevitably shatter his persona, leading to a more extreme reaction.

Lord Zheng glanced out of the corner of his eye at Great Hero Chen standing beside him.

Great Hero Chen still owed him a favor.

Lord Zheng believed that if he asked Great Hero Chen to draw his sword against the Regent King at this moment, Great Hero Chen would not hesitate and would draw his sword directly.

Because the Regent King was not a Qian person, but a Chu person.

Even if the situation was that Qian and Chu were united against Yan,

if you really wanted to calculate it that way, it would be endless.

Others could treat their words like farts, but Great Hero Chen kept his promises throughout his life.

So, he would draw his sword.

However, the problem was that the Sword Maker was right next to the Regent King.

Lord Zheng had witnessed the terror of the Sword Saint back then. Even if the Sword Maker couldn't achieve the Sword Saint's realm of forcibly opening the Second Rank before Xuehai Pass, even if he was equivalent to the former Sword Saint, Great Hero Chen would not be able to contend with him.

Even if he was tied together, it would be the same.

Although there had always been rumors in the martial world that the Sword Maker was actually a fraud, that he could make swords was true, but his swordplay was actually no good. He was just blown up to be one of the Four Great Swordsmen, and at the same time, it was because the four countries should each have one, so they had to pull him in to make up the numbers.

Lord Zheng had specifically asked Yu Huaping about this matter, but Yu Huaping's answer was very simple: "I don't know."

Then,

Yu Huaping pointed to the broth in front of him,

and said:

"A cook who can make good dishes, do you think he won't eat?"

Moreover,

how much of a fraud was the Sword Maker, and what was the probability that he was a fraud? Ten percent? Twenty percent? Thirty percent? Or seventy, eighty, ninety percent?

These things were meaningless to Lord Zheng.

Because what Lord Zheng needed to face was only zero and one.

He knew martial arts,

he didn't know martial arts;

correspondingly, it was death and life. It was impossible for the Sword Maker to have a 70% chance of knowing martial arts, and then Lord Zheng died 70% of the time.

From another perspective,

if Lord Zheng was a true loyal subject of Great Yan, a true Tian Wujing the Second, and could sacrifice everything for the future of Great Yan, then Lord Zheng might have directly fought together with Great Hero Chen, and there would be nothing to consider.

If the Regent King died, the Chu State, which had just been reorganized from the chaos of the princes, was likely to disintegrate again. The temptation was too great.

But Lord Zheng was a person who put his own life in the most important position. He could be emotionally inclined towards the Yan Kingdom, but he would never bet his life on it.

His expression was calm,

but his mind was constantly thinking about these things,

his steps were always steady,

The carriage was not very large, but it was very spacious. The Regent King and the Sword Maker had already boarded the carriage.

Only then did Zheng Fan have a feeling of sudden realization. He glanced at Great Hero Chen standing beside him, then flipped onto the carriage and sat inside.

The Regent King sat in the middle, the Sword Maker sat on one side, and Zheng Fan and Great Hero Chen shared the other side.

The one driving the carriage was an old man with a white beard and white hair. Zheng Fan also noticed him when he got on the carriage. How should he put it, this old man looked like a Sweeping Monk.

Where could there be a coachman whose fingernails had no dirt on them and whose pants and socks were dry and new?

Moreover, there must be many real experts escorting the carriage.

Lord Zheng sat there with a resigned attitude.

Alas,

he wondered what A’Ming would think when he found out he had disappeared again.

Perhaps it was because of Yao Zizhan's poem that the Regent King was in a good mood. He couldn't help but say to Zheng Fan:

"How many years has Mister Su been with Teacher Yao? Do you have any masterpieces that you can share with us to relieve the fatigue of the journey?"

Huh?

Lord Zheng could see that the Regent King's external image was ruthless and decisive, and he cleaned up his brothers like a storm sweeping away fallen leaves, but internally, he had a deep literary and artistic complex.

"This junior's work is clumsy, I'm really embarrassed to take it out and defile the ears of the seniors."

The Regent King waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, recite it for us to appreciate. It's like the Yan people like heavy flavors, the Qian people like sweets, and the Chu people like freshness. I always feel that there is no dish that everyone truly likes, but as long as it's a dish, there will always be a group of people who like it and it suits their taste."

"Then, this junior will make a fool of himself."

The Regent King sat upright, showing respect.

The Sword Maker twirled his long hair with his fingers, but his eyes fell on Zheng Fan, obviously waiting.

Great Hero Chen didn't understand poetry and songs, and continued to sit there with a straight face.

In fact, Great Hero Chen was very flustered in his heart.

Because he knew Zheng Fan's identity, not the sickly man he had escorted all the way from the Qian Kingdom, but a general.

Great Hero Chen had not read *The Art of War by Zheng Zi*, but he simply felt that it was normal for a general to write a book on military affairs, as normal as a swordsman using a sword.

Great Hero Chen was worried that Zheng Fan would not be able to hold on, and was also thinking about what he should do.

Zheng Fan pursed his lips, exhaled,

and recited:

"My hair bristles in rage, leaning on the railing…

…

The shame of Jiahe, has not yet been avenged. The subject's hatred, when will it end? Driving a long chariot, trampling through the fractured Tian Duan Mountain. Aspiring to eat the flesh of the Hu barbarians when hungry, laughing and talking while drinking the blood of Yan slaves when thirsty.

Waiting to start anew, to reclaim the old lands, and face the imperial court!"

After reciting the poem,

Lord Zheng silently closed his eyes.

He believed that this poem was enough to pass the test, and in terms of grandeur, it was even more magnificent than Yao Zizhan's previous *Governor's Hunting* poem.

Poetry, in the small way, is the art of rhetoric, in the grand way, it is the presentation of the ravines in one's chest.

For example, the poems of Yue Wumu and the poems of the Great Ancestor may not excessively pursue exquisiteness in the use of words, but in terms of grandeur and pattern, they are truly panoramic.

Of course, these things had nothing to do with Lord Zheng. He was just a copier.

However, what made Lord Zheng relatively satisfied was that he could quickly change a few places in *Man Jiang Hong* to cater to the current situation. It could be said that he was extremely witty and timely.

After a long time, the Regent King let out a long sigh and slapped his palm on his knee. Then, he solemnly cupped his hands and saluted Zheng Fan.

Lord Zheng immediately returned the salute,

Because he was sitting in the carriage, he couldn't stand up, which was a little awkward, but Lord Zheng's face still had an appropriate shyness and bashfulness.

The Sword Maker also leaned back slightly against the wall of the carriage and shouted to the old man driving the carriage outside:

"Bring wine!"

The old man driving the carriage untied the wine gourd from his waist and threw it in directly.

The wine gourd flew in with great speed, but the Sword Maker didn't want to catch it.

Great Hero Chen didn't say he wanted to drink, so he didn't catch it.

Then,

the wine gourd directly smashed towards the Regent King, who was sitting in the main seat.

Subsequently,

a scene that shocked Zheng Fan appeared,

He saw the Regent King wave his fingertip, and a surge of energy burst out, hitting the wine gourd. The wine gourd rotated in the air, and finally landed steadily in the Regent King's hand.

"........." Lord Zheng.

Damn it!

Lord Zheng was now a Sixth Rank martial artist. To be honest, that was really not low. If he took off his official uniform and went to the martial world, he could also gather a gang, find a small city, and open a martial arts gym to accept disciples.

A Sixth Rank martial artist might disappear in a battle formation, and might not even make a splash, but in the martial world or in a small place, when fighting one-on-one, he was enough to have face.

But Zheng Fan knew that, even if it was just catching a wine gourd, he couldn't do it with such free control of qi.

He had previously been planning in his heart whether he could gamble,

but it turned out that he had only calculated the Sword Maker, but he hadn't thought that the Regent King of Great Chu himself was also a martial artist, and he didn't know what rank he was, but it was definitely higher than himself.

Generally speaking, it was rare to see someone who had a high position and also had a high cultivation level at the same time, after all, people's energy was limited.

Therefore, among the Four Great Swordsmen, Li Liangshen was a general in the army, and the other three, the Sword Maker was born into a noble family, so he didn't care much about worldly affairs, and the Sword Saint and Baili Jian came purely from the martial world.

But nothing was absolute, just like Marquis Jingnan, whose personal martial power was at its peak, and who was also a minister of great power, holding heavy troops and using troops like a god.

Therefore, there was no reason why Great Yan could produce a Tian Wujing, and Great Chu could not produce a Regent King.

Moreover, if the royal children or aristocratic children really had good talent since childhood and were willing to be cruel to themselves and practice hard, their future climbing in cultivation level would definitely have far more advantages than ordinary people.

Lord Zheng sighed slightly in his heart,

Now,

he had completely given up the idea of ​​making a desperate attempt to steal a chicken.

And here, whether it was the Regent King or the Sword Maker, they were immersed in the artistic conception of Zheng Fan's previous *Man Jiang Hong*.

The Regent King pulled out the stopper, took a sip of wine, and then handed it to the Sword Maker next to him.

The Sword Maker took it and also took a sip.

The Regent King looked at Zheng Fan and sighed: "Great Qian is really a place where culture gathers. Teacher Yao has accepted a good disciple, a good disciple!"

The Sword Maker also said:

"Aspiring to eat the flesh of the Hu barbarians when hungry, laughing and talking while drinking the blood of Yan slaves when thirsty; tsk tsk, this scene, this spirit, this pattern, I admire it, I admire it. This poem can be said to express the true battlefield smoke."

The Regent King nodded and asked, "The shame of Jiahe, is it about when the Yan people went south to the Qian Kingdom?"

"Yes, at that time, this junior was in Shangjing City. The Yan people's iron hooves once came outside my Great Qian's capital. This junior couldn't sleep at night, and only hated himself for being a useless scholar.

Therefore, I hope that in the future, the soldiers and civilians of my Qian Kingdom can work hard and achieve a successful northern expedition as soon as possible to avenge the past."

"It's really heroic."

The Regent King sighed, obviously, he was reminded of the Chu Kingdom.

Great Qian and the Chu Kingdom had a common point in recent years, that is, they had both been defeated by the Yan people.

The Qian Kingdom was attacked by the Yan army cavalry all the way to the capital, while the Chu people left behind the corpses of 40,000 Azure Luan troops and a Pillar General under Jade Plate City.

Therefore, this poem was really appropriate and would make the Chu people feel very empathetic.

The Regent King said: "I hope that my Chu people and the Qian people can all rise up and put down the Yan people's arrogance as soon as possible."

Zheng Fan immediately replied: "This is exactly what the official of my Great Qian wants, and it is also what my master wants, and it is also what this junior wants, and it is what the people of my Great Qian and Great Chu want.

The Yan people are militaristic and don't know how to educate, and don't understand etiquette. They are really a nation of scum. Great Qian and Great Chu are both countries of etiquette, how can they be deceived by beasts for a long time?

We should strive to be strong!"

"Mister Su's words are deeply in my heart, come, let's drink together!"

The Regent King was obviously very satisfied with Zheng Fan.

As a scholar, you can not know the military, after all, since Great Xia, there are only a few Confucian generals in the entire East.

As a scholar, being able to use poetry to express heroism and use words to inspire blood has already fulfilled his responsibility.

Zheng Fan took the wine gourd from the Sword Maker's hand. He was too embarrassed to wipe the mouth of the gourd, so he took a big gulp directly.

The wine was very mellow, but the alcohol content was not high. Zheng Fan drank the wine, wiped his mouth, and shouted:

"Refreshing!"

The Regent King chuckled and said: "It's us who are refreshed. With Mister Su's poem as wine, this journey will not be lonely."

"You are too kind."

Next, the carriage became quiet.

On the one hand, the Regent King was still quietly savoring the *Man Jiang Hong*, and on the other hand, it was probably because the distance to the villa was getting closer and closer, and in his heart, other thoughts began to gradually increase.

This made Zheng Fan feel relieved. He was really afraid that the Regent King would continue to chat with him about family matters. He was just a fake, and if he really chatted about family matters, he would definitely reveal his secrets.

The carriage swayed,

and the distance to the villa was getting closer and closer.

Zheng Fan suddenly felt that he was going in and out too frequently, making it like he was visiting a brothel. He went today, rested for one night, and then wanted to go again the next day.

But when there were only four or five miles left to the villa, Zheng Fan suddenly thought of something that made him nervous.

He had entered and exited the villa as the shopkeeper of the Fan family pearl shop.

The Qu family bodyguards in the inner courtyard of the villa had also seen him.

If he went back with another identity this time,

wouldn't he be directly exposed?

At the thought of this,

Zheng Fan immediately lost his previous sense of peace and began to feel restless.

The Sword Maker continued to drink,

as if he had caught a glimpse of Zheng Fan's gaffe, and asked:

"Mister Su, are you sweating?"

Zheng Fan immediately said:

"Actually, actually, this junior... can't hold his liquor."

"Hehe." The Sword Maker just smiled when he heard this and continued to drink.

……

At this time, in the royal villa, teams of royal guards marched in and took over the defense of the inner circle.

Whether it was the Qu family's Azure Luan Army or the private soldiers of the servant family, they did not resist in front of the royal guards and obediently gave up their defense positions.

Afterwards, a team of Phoenix Nest guards went straight into the inner courtyard. When the Qu family bodyguards who had been protecting the safety of the inner courtyard saw this, they also consciously left without saying much.

Immediately afterwards, the eunuchs and palace maids in the inner courtyard were all cleared out. In the entire inner courtyard, only the Fourth Princess and the chief eunuch of the inner courtyard, Zhao Cheng, remained.

At first, Zhao Cheng was a little confused and didn't know what was going on. He had never seen such a thorough change of guard.

After all, he was still the leader of a beggar gang in Xiayong City last month. Although he was ruthless and resilient, the formation of a pattern could not be completed in a day or two, so he did not guess what the occurrence of this scene meant.

On the contrary, the princess,

when faced with this situation,

just silently sat in front of the dressing table in the bedroom,

with no palace maids around, she began to dress herself.

Looking at herself in the mirror,

she suddenly felt a little strange.

Of course,

she knew who was coming,

He,

actually came.

……

The Regent King's carriage had not been checked since it entered the royal villa, and the royal guards had long held the key points, so the carriage was able to go straight into the inner courtyard and stopped in the inner courtyard.

After Zhao Cheng saw the carriage enter so ostentatiously,

he still didn't guess which immortal had arrived, only knowing that it must be a big shot.

The common people of this era were not so sensitive to the emperor's private visits, and there were not so many drama books to popularize it, so it was normal for Zhao Cheng not to think of that.

Zhao Gonggong knelt in front of the carriage, shivering.

The curtains of the carriage were lifted,

the first to come out

was the Regent King,

He looked at the closed door of the bedroom, sighed, walked past Zhao Cheng, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Great Hero Chen and the Sword Maker also came down. The last one to come down was Lord Zheng, who could not hold his liquor and whose heart stone had been temporarily put down.

Huff...

Fortunately,

it was cleared,

otherwise, he would really be playing off.

He was always dancing on the edge of a knife these days, and he would get a heart attack sooner or later.

At this time, Great Hero Chen took the initiative to walk up to the Sword Maker and said:

"Sir, can you give me some pointers?"

Great Hero Chen was a simpleton. Of course, it was normal for him to do such a thing.

The Sword Maker was a little surprised at first, but he nodded with a smile, signaling Great Hero Chen to go to the other side with him, and said at the same time:

"I wouldn't dare to give you pointers. Come, let me see your sword and dance a section. I can help you see if your sword needs to be quenched and modified again."

"Thank you, sir."

After speaking, Great Hero Chen followed the Sword Maker to the other side. When he left, Great Hero Chen winked at Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan was puzzled by this look,

it was really not for ordinary people to understand Great Hero Chen's "look at my eyes and act".

After a long time, Zheng Fan recovered and guessed that Great Hero Chen meant that he helped him distract the Sword Maker, and then he could do whatever he wanted?

Perhaps, in Great Hero Chen's view, he had accidentally tricked Zheng Fan, the Yan Kingdom Lord, into this Chu nest, so after thinking hard until now, he finally came up with a way.

But Zheng Fan had already given up using force,

The coachman also went out after driving the carriage in, so now there was only Zheng Fan alone by the carriage, plus Zhao Gonggong, who had been kneeling there and didn't dare to raise his head.

Zheng Fan licked his lips and kicked Zhao Cheng's leg,

and said:

"Pour me a glass of water."

"Yes, yes, huh?"

Zhao Cheng suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar.

When he got up, he took the opportunity to look up at the person in front of him,

what came into view,

was Zheng Fan with a smile on his face,

Zhao Cheng's whole body froze for a moment,

then his legs kicked, and his whole body fell heavily on the ground,

exclaiming:

"Mom!"

Fortunately, Zheng Fan's eyes turned cold, and Zhao Cheng immediately stopped speaking, and did not make a bigger movement. He immediately got up to pour tea.

When he left,

he couldn't help but glance at Lord Zheng with extreme resentment,

This son-in-law doesn't come to the princess as often as you!

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