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In Nian'an, at the end of the ten-mile long street in the spring breeze, there is a deep palace.

Even though this dynasty is no longer as glamorous and dignified as it used to be, the imperial palace is still the most noble existence in the territory it rules.

A carriage stopped at the side palace gate, and the young man driving the carriage showed his token with a haughty face, and said impatiently, "Open the door quickly."

When the two chief guards guarding the gate saw the token, their hearts thumped, and they looked at each other. Since Zhou Suiyun was pulled down from the post of commander, this prince has been guarding the border for four years. Why did he suddenly return to Beijing?

One person stepped forward and asked: "I don't dare to be negligent in my humble position, but I still want to ask His Royal Highness Chen Wang?"

The car door was pushed open, and there was a tall and handsome man sitting inside, in his 30s, after a long journey, he seemed a little tired, but he was still calm and pretentious: "This king wants to see the emperor, the court is important. Dare to obstruct it?"

The chief guard on duty was startled, and immediately asked someone to open the door, and said respectfully: "My lord, please."

The sound of the wheels gradually became lighter and disappeared at the end of the palace gate.

Buildings and palaces, red sleeves add fragrance.

Cheng Yue was lying on the desk with a dejected look, holding a wolf hair in his hand, and on the rice paper spread out in front of him was a half-copied "Emperor Fan".

The maid guarding the Chengxin Palace looked at the fifth prince with a smile, as if looking at an ignorant and self-willed child, offered a cup of hot tea, and said softly: "Your Highness, just finish copying it earlier, and recognize your majesty." Wrong, how could he be really angry with you?"

Cheng Yue said in a muffled voice: "But Father has been angry for less than half a month."

"Aren't you worried about His Highness's safety..." The maid rolled her eyes: "Your Majesty asked you to copy "Emperor Fan". Don't you know the meaning of this?"

As soon as the words came out, the smile on the maid's face became concentrated - she found that Ajia was looking at her coldly.

Cheng Yue tilted his head: "Huh? What's the point?"

Under the watchful eye of a martial arts master like Ajia, the palace maid couldn't help being afraid for a moment, not daring to forget that disasters always come from the mouth in the palace, she hastily retreated: "Your servant is too talkative...don't dare to disturb His Highness's study of scriptures and self-cultivation..."

Cheng Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around when the door was closed, and sighed, "Ah Jia, you're scary again."

Ajia said in a deep voice: "This time, His Majesty is too obvious."

Cheng Yue didn't take it seriously, raised a casual smile, changed the subject, and said lazily: "I really want to go out of the palace and go for a stroll... How did the interrogation of that woman go last time?"

At this time, a black shadow appeared in the palace at some point, kneeling in front of Cheng Yue: "This subordinate is incompetent. At present, we can only confirm that she is a member of a pagan religion, and we cannot pry out any more information."

Cheng Yue smiled: "I don't blame Xuanbu, it's because I didn't take care of Hei Xiaoqi, which made you less and less able to do things. Even a living person whose martial arts is not as good as yours can be lost."

Although he knew how superb Zhou Chuze's disguise was, he was still dissatisfied with losing Zhou Chuze's whereabouts abruptly.

"Xuan Qi is guilty." The head of the man in black hangs even lower.

And there is only one Cheng Yue in the world who can make the proud Hei Xiaoqi willingly kneel down and bow his head.

Cheng Yue played with the Langhao brush in his hand for a while, and seemed to have calmed down a bit, before he said to himself: "The Demon Cult stands still, knowing that we won't get anything, so why did they just abandon Chunfeng as a pawn? He learned from Chunfeng What did you know... Ask Liushanzhuang what is hidden..." His thoughts paused, and Cheng Yue's eyes narrowed, "The night I was asking Liushanzhuang, did Ah Jia find something wrong when he woke up the next day?"

A Jia said: "Silently, very powerful technique, my subordinates are not sure whether we were drugged that night or not."

"If there is? The purpose of drugging us is nothing more than to make it easier for them to meet." Cheng Yue suddenly laughed: "That person is not Huayu from Flying Star Gate, but his senior brother, who forgot to live Disciple... Xiao Wangsheng's disciple can never be unknown in Jianghu, why don't we guess, who is he?"

A Jia said: "It's not simple." Although it is a nonsense, but there are not many people in this world who can make him admit that it is not simple.

Cheng Yue nodded, and his smile suddenly returned to his usual gentle and amiable: "What does Xiao Wangsheng represent? Is it just the former number one swordsman in the world?"

Xuan Qi said in a low voice: "This subordinate understands the meaning of the master."

Cheng Yue said: "Associate Xiao Wangsheng with the Devil's Cult, the answer is indeed obvious."

Ajia frowned and said, "Xiao Wangsheng will never accept disciples easily."

"Of course, even though Xiao Wangsheng is the elder of the Devil's Cult, he won't be able to accept any child from the Devil's Cult as an apprentice." Cheng Yue said softly, "He can only be the current leader of the Devil's Cult... But then, who is Kiss?"

Both Ah Jia and Xuan Qi trembled slightly.

Xiao Wangsheng is the elder of the Devil's Cult, which is almost the most valuable secret in the entire rivers and lakes. 20 years ago, because of this secret, Zhou Renfeng laughed and forgot his life and cut off his robes, and Sword Warriors never got married again; and four years ago, it was because of Lu Changting's betrayal that Zhou Renfeng once sworn brothers with an elder of the Demon Sect The emperor decided to kill the Zhou family.

Today's Demon Cult is more powerful, and the Demon Cult's master is far more mysterious than before.

The imperial court is in jeopardy, so why are the rivers and lakes precarious?

"Forget about that for now." Cheng Yue sat up straight and threw the wolf hair in his hand: "I haven't asked yet, how is the martial arts conference going?"

Xuan Qi said in a deep voice: "Lu Changting died yesterday, and it was his daughter Lu Fenghe who killed him. The most popular person this time is a young man in white, named Ye Zhuchen. It is said that his martial arts are unfathomable, and he won Dongshuang in the martial arts competition." It's just one of his maids, but no one has seen him make a move. He is the one who rescued Mr. Zhou four years ago, and this time he bought the entire Cuilan Tower... He even took out the case file of the Talking and Laughing Fengsheng Building .” Paused, and then said, “Now there is a consensus in the Jianghu that he is a person who talks and laughs.”

After briefly explaining the situation, he presented a letter with both hands that explained the entire process of the martial arts conference in detail. It was written by the four guards at the martial arts conference.

"Sounds very interesting." Cheng Yue glanced at ten lines, quickly read the seven or eight pages of letters, and pondered for a while: "This Ye Zhuchen, let me check it out, and in addition, send someone to ask Xuanqing, talk and laugh What kind of attitude is it towards the imperial court now... As for Lu Fenghe, within three days, I will see people if I live, and corpses if I die."

Xuan Qi said: "This subordinate obeys orders."

Cheng Yue nodded and said: "Go, keep that Spring Breeze closed, don't kill me." His voice was still clear and bright, but it made people feel a little chill, "Go back and tell A Bing, don't waste the patience of the hall."

Xuan Qi resigned, his qinggong was erratic, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Yue picked up the wolf hair again, fell silent for a moment, took a sip of the fragrant tea that the maid gave him before, and continued to copy "Emperor Fan" on the rice paper with a lot of ink spots, the handwriting was careless and crooked.

Ah Jia behind him stood expressionless as always.

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door of Chengxin Hall again, and the eunuch said softly, "Your Highness, Mr. Chen Wang is back. The Emperor is hosting a banquet at Qianyue Palace tonight, and I want you to come over."

Cheng Yue stood up from the large chair, stretched, and let out a long breath.

"Ah—I see." He frowned in dissatisfaction, "Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, finally came back, I really miss it."