newbobooks Chapter 244 Death of Yi Wenjun (3)
Chapter 244 Death of Yi Wenjun (3)
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Jingyu Palace, front yard.
"So, my brother, are you determined to rebel?"
Xiao Ruofeng was unwilling to give up, and asked weakly while slumping in his chair.
Wen Yanzhao sat across from him, picked up the Golden Osmanthus Oolong that Butler Luo had just brought, and poured a glass for Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha respectively:
"Treason? I don't think I'm treasonous. A house that's rotten from the foundation should be torn down and rebuilt."
"Will I wait until the pillars are rotten, the rafters are infested with insects, and a gust of wind blows it down, and then be buried in the ruins?"
The tea is like flowing gold, and the fragrance of osmanthus mixed with the rich taste of oolong penetrates into the nostrils.
Xiao Ruofeng picked up the teacup and took a sip:
"I, Beili, am at the peak of my career, but why do you describe me as a decaying, dilapidated building?"
Wen Yanzhao blew away the hot steam from the teacup:
"How much is this pot of Jingui Oolong on the market? Does Your Highness know?"
Xiao Ruofeng glanced at the teacup and asked doubtfully, "It's just an ordinary pot of tea, how much can it be worth?"
Lei Mengsha also took a sip and savored it with his eyes closed:
"It's really good tea. If it were sold in an ordinary teahouse, it would probably be worth two or three taels of silver! Xiao Wen, am I right?"
Wen Yanzhao shook his head: "More than that!"
Then he turned to the old housekeeper Luo who was hiding far away and asked, "Housekeeper Luo, how much is a pot of Jingui Oolong in the palace?"
Upon hearing this, Butler Luo tiptoed over and said with a lowered brow:
"Young Master, you may not know that we in the palace never price tea by the teapot. However, this Jingui Oolong tea cannot be considered the best tea in our palace!"
"This stuff is produced in Minzhou, and the osmanthus comes from Guixi in Shuzhong. The tea merchants in Tianqi City will let the purchased oolong tea sit for half a month to let the flowers and fragrance penetrate, then re-fire and dry it. Repeat this three times, and the Golden Osmanthus Oolong will be ready!"
Wen Yanzhao nodded and asked with a smile:
"If the steward were to purchase tea of this quality from a tea merchant, how much would it cost per ounce of silver?"
Butler Luo thought for a while and said affirmatively:
"My lord, you don't know that this tea is not considered top quality. The tea in the palace is all supplied by the famous Yuhuchun in Tianqi City!"
"One catty is about two hundred taels, not expensive..."
Wen Yanzhao waved his hand, and Butler Luo tactfully shut up and retreated.
"A pound of ordinary tea costs 200 taels, so we should put at least 2 taels of tea in this pot, right?"
"Twenty-two equals four, which is forty taels! Your Highness, do you know how much food rations a family of five in the suburbs of Tianqi City needs each year?"
Xiao Ruofeng thought for a moment and frowned:
"This... I really don't know!"
Wen Yanzhao picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "For a family of five, including oil, salt, and tea, the whole year's expenses are only thirty taels!"
"This pot of tea is the annual food rations for a family of five. How many common people under Beili's rule can earn thirty taels of silver per year?"
These words made Xiao Ruofeng speechless and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Although Xiao Ruofeng was always frugal and not extravagant, as a prince, he was even more aware of how extravagant the Xiao royal family was, and how lavish the thousands of princes and nobles in Beili were...
After pondering for a while, Xiao Ruofeng still asked unwillingly:
"According to what you say, do you mean that common people and princes should be completely equal? Naturally, there are differences in nobility and inferiority, and in wealth and poverty, in the whole world!"
"Besides, my Xiao family's ancestors won the throne by overcoming difficulties and shedding blood. Are they going to be overthrown just because of what you just said?"
"Your words do make sense, and it's certainly wrong for a prince to be extravagant. But if you're planning a rebellion and overthrowing Beili because of this, I beg your pardon!"
Wen Yanzhao listened to Xiao Ruofeng's words with an expressionless face, then snorted coldly and grabbed in the air with one hand!
"Whoosh!"
A large bunch of fresh green cassia twigs flew into his hands from the flower basket at the door, still with a fresh fragrance, as if they had just been picked from the tree.
Wen Yanzhao spread out his palm, took the bunch of cinnamon branches in front of Xiao Ruofeng and said in a deep voice:
"Do you recognize this thing?"
Xiao Ruofeng nodded and said:
"I recognize it. It's just laurel branches. The nobles and wealthy families in Tianqi City all use laurel branches to decorate wedding banquets."
Wen Yanzhao sneered:
"That's right, but there's no place within a 300-mile radius of Tianqi City where laurel trees grow!"
"This cassia branch was sent from thousands of miles away. Along with the osmanthus flowers and everything else that Tianqi City doesn't have, they were all tributes from all over the world!"
"Your Highness should know something about what happened in Guixi City, right? It was me, Wen Yanzhao, who did it!"
"Damn those Guixi officials! They've made a fortune using the guise of osmanthus picking. In just one month, they've raked in a whopping 100,000! There are only a few 100,000 farmers in the entire Guixi City, yet they're abandoning their homes and businesses to pick osmanthus flowers and twigs!"
"Just for a prince's wedding? Do you know how many small peasants have been whipped to death by cruel officials because they couldn't pay a basket of osmanthus flowers?"
"Do you know how many corrupt officials have used this to seize land, causing the people to lose their homes and die tragically on the roadside?"
"You don't know! You will never know, because you are the high and mighty Prince of Langya. All you need to do is satisfy your father and brother and everything will be fine!"
"Then you can continue to cover your head and indulge in your dreams of the Spring and Autumn Period, indulging in the martial arts world and living a carefree life!"
"At home, eunuchs interfered in government affairs, and the emperor listened to slanderous words. Outside, corrupt officials were rampant, and the people were living in misery..."
"A saint once said that if this continues... the country will perish!"
……
Northeast of Prince Jingyu's Palace, at the intersection of Guanglu Street.
"Ye Dingzhi!"
"If you dare take another step forward, the crossbowmen on both sides will pierce your heart with thousands of arrows!"
A military officer in bronze armor and leather vest, holding a horse spear, forced Ye Dingzhi, who was chasing Xiao Ruojin, to stop at the intersection of Guanglu Street.
Yi Wenjun, who was kidnapped by Xiao Ruojin, was in the speeding carriage in front.
The blade of the Zhenwu Sword in Ye Dingzhi's hand was stained with blood, and drops of blood fell on the bluestone slab, breaking it into several pieces.
Behind him were dozens of corpses of the palace's servants, none of them intact.
Ye Dingzhi was already blood-thirsty, and none of those who tried to stop him could block the second sword!
The military academy was trembling with fear when faced with Ye Dingzhi, who was like a murderous ghost, and dared not step forward.
If there weren't more than a hundred archers deployed on the rooftops on both sides, even if he had ten thousand guts, he wouldn't dare to force Ye Dingzhi to stop alone with a spear!
"Get out of the way, or—die!"
Ye Dingzhi's voice was chilling to the bone.
The military school could barely hold the lance in his hand. Seeing that Ye Dingzhi had no intention of retreating, he could only shout in a trembling voice:
"Left and right, shoot!"
Ye Dingzhi roared to the sky, his eyes glowing purple-gold:
"Idiot, do you think a few crossbowmen can kill me?!"
After the whistling sound, arrows from the tall buildings on both sides of the street poured down towards Ye Dingzhi like locusts!
"die!"
A loud roar was heard, and the Vajra's eyes were furious; the power of Acala made even the evil spirits afraid!
A furious-eyed Vajra statue that was over ten feet tall protected Ye Dingzhi. What was even more bizarre was that this Vajra statue also held a giant sword that was several feet long!
"Ding ding ding..."
The arrows hit King Kong's body one after another, then broke and fell to the ground!
The captain had already been killed by Ye Ding's sword, his head flying high in the air, and then he was chopped into ashes by King Kong's sword again...
"Wenjun!"
After clearing the obstacles on Guanglu Street, Ye Dingzhi controlled the Vajra transformed by Acala and chased after him!
……
After a few breaths, they finally blocked the carriage at the end of Chongzuo Street!
"boom!"
Ye Dingzhi was like a god descending from heaven. He knocked the green-maned horse unconscious with one palm. Seeing that the carriage was about to fall to the ground, Ye Dingzhi exerted his internal strength and unloaded the carriage steadily and placed it on the side of the road.
"Wenjun, how are you?"
Ye Dingzhi withdrew his Acala power and rushed to the side of the carriage, but unexpectedly a palm wind hit him!
"Oh!"
"Brother Yun, be careful!"
Yi Wenjun exclaimed, and Xiao Ruojin suddenly struck Ye Dingzhi with a palm...
Ye Dingzhi was so anxious that he was caught off guard and was hit hard on the shoulder! Suddenly, his blood surged in his body, and his throat felt sweet and he vomited blood.
Afterwards, Xiao Ruojin took Yi Wenjun hostage and jumped out of the car, saying with a sinister smile:
"Ye Dingzhi, if you don't want her to die, surrender immediately!"
Ye Dingzhi was furious and said sternly:
"Xiao Ruojin, if you dare to touch a hair on Wenjun's head, I will bury your entire family with you!"
Xiao Ruojin laughed instead of getting angry: "Hmph, with you? You're just a remnant of the Ye family. You're only able to survive until now thanks to the grace of my father!"
Yi Wenjun was dressed in red, her pupils trembling:
"Brother Yun, hurry up and leave! Tianqi City is full of people from the Shadow Sect and the Royal Palace. Hurry and leave!"
The beauty shed tears, and the boy's heart was broken.
Ye Dingzhi felt his insides burning, his teeth nearly breaking.
"Xiao Ruojin, if you are a man, put Wenjun aside and fight me alone!"
Xiao Ruojin said with a cold look:
"Ye Dingzhi, I'm far from your opponent, but..."
"This street is full of my people. If you surrender, I can report to my father and let him keep your body intact!"
"If you still resist, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
At this moment, Ye Dingzhi howled to the sky, like a wolf or a ghost!
His eyes were almost completely covered in purple-gold. Seeing that he was about to be eroded by the devilish nature of the Demonic Sword again, Yi Wenjun cried out in tears:
"Brother Yun, please leave now and don't worry about me! Please leave now!"
At this moment, a black figure flashed from the middle of the street to Xiao Ruojin:
"Your Highness, leave this kid to me, you take Wenjun away!"
When Xiao Ruojin saw that it was Yi Bu, he felt relieved:
"Thank you for your help, General Yi. I'm afraid Ye Dingzhi is possessed by evil spirits right now. General Yi, please be careful!"
Yi Bu snorted coldly:
"This kid has also practiced the Magic Fairy Sword just like his master Yu Shengmo! They are indeed the same kind of people!"
Ye Dingzhi was furious when he heard this and shouted, "You bastard, you are not allowed to insult my master!"
Then he swung the Zhenwu sword in his hand, and a purple sword energy that was almost condensed into substance slashed towards Yi Bu!
"boom!"
Yi Bu was quick-witted and raised his sword to block the sword, and then pulled the sword energy towards a house nearby!
With a loud bang, a wall of the house was destroyed and turned into ruins!
Yi Bu's forearm felt numb after receiving the sword, and he said in horror:
"Such a strong sword energy, I'm afraid your internal strength is even higher than mine!"
Xiao Ruojin was behind Yi Bu, and was still thinking of taking this opportunity to let the people lying in ambush assassinate Ye Dingzhi, so he did not leave for a long time.
But Yi Wenjun slowly used his internal energy and gradually broke through the acupoints that Xiao Ruojin had previously pressed!
Just as Yi Bu and Ye Ding were locked in a fierce battle, Yi Wenjun finally regained control of her body...
"Follow me like a shadow!"
Yi Bu roared angrily, and his body turned into a dark shadow and rushed towards Ye Dingzhi like a ghost!
Ye Dingzhi held his sword across his chest, barely blocking Yi Bu Linglie's attack...
The two figures were as fast as lightning, but he could clearly see that Yi Bu's swordsmanship was very experienced, and coupled with Ye Dingzhi's concern for Yi Wenjun, Yi Bu gradually gained the upper hand.
Xiao Ruojin shook his left hand and pulled out a sleeve arrow from his sleeve. The sleeve arrow was small and exquisite, with a faint blue light on the arrow head. It was obvious that it was poisoned!
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, waiting for a moment for Ye Ding's momentum to decline, and then he would find an opportunity to shoot the arrow and take his life!
Ye Dingzhi's purple eyes widened, knowing in his heart that if he couldn't quickly deal with Yi Bu, Xiao Ruojin would definitely take Yi Wenjun away. It would be difficult to look for her again!
Then the internal force in the whole body rushed to the heart frantically, the red-gold light suddenly lit up, and the Acalanatha power suddenly appeared!
The devil descended and was beheaded!
"boom!"
This sword cut a deep ditch of fifty or six feet in the middle of the street...
And Yi Bu also vomited blood and flew backwards!
Seeing that Ye Dingzhi had left an opening at this time, Xiao Ruojin poured all his internal strength into his left arm, preparing to shoot an arrow at Ye Dingzhi!
"father!"
But what Xiao Ruojin didn't expect was that Yi Wenjun screamed, broke free from Xiao Ruojin's arms, and rushed towards Yi Bu with the wind...
"laugh!"
The sleeve arrow shot accurately into Yi Wenjun's back!
"Uh!"
Yi Wenjun suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground without any strength!
"Wenjun!"
Ye Dingzhi dropped the Zhenwu Sword, rushed to Yi Wenjun's side, and pulled her up.
"Brother Yun..., I'm so cold..."
Yi Wenjun's voice became weaker and weaker, and the color in her face became thinner and thinner.
"Wenjun, Wenjun! What's wrong with you?" Ye Dingzhi supported Yi Wenjun's neck and was about to send his true energy to her back with one hand, but he touched a sleeve arrow!
When Xiao Ruojin saw that his sleeve arrow accidentally hit Yi Wenjun, he was shocked and felt extremely regretful!
But seeing Ye Dingzhi's terrifying appearance, he used his Qing Gong to climb over the houses without thinking. Before leaving, he instructed the disciples lying in ambush on both sides of the street:
"Go! Hurry up and rescue the princess and General Yi!"
"Whoever can bring Ye Ding's head to me, I will petition the Emperor to grant him a reward of one thousand taels and a title of Marquis!"
There will always be brave men when there is a big reward. When the disciples heard this, they drew their weapons and roared as they surrounded Ye Dingzhi!
Seeing this, Xiao Ruojin didn't dare to delay at all, and disappeared at the end of Guanglu Street with his Qinggong...
……
(Ah, dead!)
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