When Yang Wu and his family had just finished eating, another imperial edict came to Zuixian Tower.
"Yang Wu come out quickly to receive the order." This time it was no longer the eunuch who came to issue the order, but Meng Helang was sent to issue the order.
Meng Helang has become the emperor's confidant, his strength has reached the realm of a king, and his words are so powerful that they can be heard clearly in every place in Zuixian Tower.
Yang Zhennan and Meng Helang were sworn brothers. He was very familiar with Meng Helang's voice. He put down his chopsticks and said, "Brother Meng is here."
Yang Wu calmly said to his father: "Dad, don't worry about him. He can't even have a good meal. He's really bored."
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go out and send Meng Helang away.
"We must accept the imperial edict, Wu'er, stop being so impulsive." Su Roumei said, wiping away a hint of worry.
"Mom, don't worry, I know what to do." Yang Wu patted the back of his mother's hand and said, then walked out.
Yang Wu arrived outside the restaurant and looked at Meng Helang who couldn't come in. He was even more shocked by the foundation of Zuixian Tower.
Wherever the imperial decree goes, no one is allowed to kneel down to greet it, and Zuixian Tower dares to block it. Only the forces in the supernatural world dare to do this with such courage.
After Meng Helang saw Yang Wu, he quickly said: "Yang Wu, hurry up and accept the order."
His tone already sounded a bit pleading. If he really didn't want Yang Wu to resist the order again, it would be difficult for him to do so.
Yang Wu didn't answer the question and said, "I can't let anyone have a good meal."
"Yang Wu, don't be like this." Meng Helang said angrily.
"I'm telling you not to do this. Go back and tell the emperor that Yang Wu will enter the palace in three days. Stop urging him back and forth. It's annoying." Yang Wu picked his ears and said.
Many people outside the restaurant were shocked to see his impatient look.
Not only did he resist the imperial edict, but he resisted so naturally. He simply did not take the imperial edict into consideration and was extremely disrespectful to today's society.
"Yang Wu, do you know what happened to Xue Gui?" Meng Helang couldn't talk to Yang Wu properly and could only use threats.
Yang Wu was stunned for a moment, then a hint of coldness appeared on his face and he said quietly: "I, Yang Wu, am not Xue Gui!"
After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense with Meng Helang, turned around and returned to the private room.
Meng Helang looked at Yang Wu's back, sighed softly, and could only turn around and leave.
Xue Gui's death was unknown to everyone in the royal city, but a ban was imposed on him. What happened that day could not be spread undisciplined, and anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed.
Yang Wu had just come back, so he didn't know how Xue Gui died. But he didn't need to think about it. He knew that Xue Gui would definitely not end well when he came back. What Meng Helang said also proved that the man in the palace was already I can't bear it anymore.
But, what does it matter? He is still fearless.
Xue Gui was one of the ten kings, and he, Yang Wu, was not one of the ten kings, but he was not afraid of any of them, not to mention that Meng Bingxue was always by his side. Who in the palace would dare to go against him
Of course, he does not think that he is invincible, nor does he want to be the enemy of the entire dynasty. He just wants to understand an attitude, and he will not let anyone pinch him anymore.
Yang Wu ate this meal very happily. Even if he was worried about something, he was not afraid.
After he finished eating with his parents, he took the wine and started drinking with all the brothers of the Death Legion.
He let go completely and got drunk with them.
The soldiers of the Death Legion were accustomed to living a hard life at the border, and they had not been so indulgent for a long time. Each one of them ate and drank to their heart's content, and kept drinking with Yang Wu. The atmosphere was quite lively.
Outside, Meng Helang came once again, and with him came Zhu Mo, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, and behind him there was a Guard army of two thousand people.
The imperial guards surrounded Zuixian Tower. They did not dare to attack. They were all waiting for Yang Wu and his party to come out and take them down in one fell swoop.
"Yang Wu came out to receive the order." Meng Helang shouted again.
Yang Wu pretended not to hear and continued to drink wildly with his men.
"Don't be stubborn, Yang Wu. If you don't come forward to receive the order, you will all die." Meng Helang threatened fiercely.
Yang Wu asked the men of the Death Army: "Brothers, are you afraid?"
"There is nothing to be afraid of. Others call us the Death Army. Either they die or we die. Being able to live to this day and follow the leader is something we have earned."
"That's right, even if we go to die for the general today, we won't even frown."
"It is our honor to be able to become soldiers under the general. Being able to come back alive from the border is also the result of the general. Our lives belong to the general."
"As long as the general gives the order, we will fight out. What does the Imperial Guard mean?"
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Everyone in the Death Legion regarded death as if they were home. There was no fear at all. Instead, they were filled with murderous intent and an astonishing fighting spirit.
"Haha, I, Yang Wu, am very proud to have brothers like you. Don't worry, I will not let you die." Yang Wu laughed happily.
Just when Yang Wu turned around and went out to talk to Meng Helang and his party, he heard a voice coming from the Zuixian Tower: "Everyone outside the building should retreat. Don't disturb my distinguished guests in the Zuixian Tower."
This voice was extremely ethereal and difficult to grasp, and it also contained extremely domineering power. The suppression made the guards outside the building look horrified.
Zhu Mo and Meng Helang felt it most clearly. They were both kings, and their sensing ability was extremely extraordinary. Now that the voice came out, the person's aura seemed to be that of a top king, or perhaps even a being that exceeded the level of a king.
"Retreat!" Zhu Mo shouted to the Imperial Guards without even thinking about it.
He had known that Zuixian Tower was a place not to be messed with, but now he finally understood what was going on. This was really a place where powerful people could sit down.
The Imperial Guards retreated like a tide, and now there was peace.
Yang Wu became more aware of the extraordinaryness of Zuixian Tower, and became even more astonished by Yang Keren's changes.
"What does Sister Keren have to do with this place?" Yang Wu asked in his mind.
…
After Zhu Mo and his party retreated, they quickly entered the palace to meet the saint.
After the emperor listened to Zhu Mo and Meng Helang's report, his eyebrows wrinkled into a "chuan" shape, which showed that he was really angry.
"Your Majesty, what is the origin of Zuixian Tower? How dare they defend traitors like this?" Zhu Mo asked the Emperor.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," the emperor said sternly.
Zhu Mo shut up immediately.
In this hall, in addition to Zhu Mo and Meng Helang, Mr. Qiao was also there. He said, "Your Majesty, this matter should not be rushed."
"Teacher, can I not be anxious about this? I have already followed your advice and assigned Xiaohan Yun to him. He still dares to be so rude and put on this air, just to lose my face. If I can bear this tone , will I have to let him sit on the dragon throne in the future?" The emperor said angrily.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Yang Wu is angry in his heart. Once he gets rid of his anger, he will be obedient. If the Emperor really wants to take him down now, he will definitely rebel. This will not be good for our court, and it will also make him Some people clapped their hands and applauded." Mr. Qiao persuaded.
"Teacher, can this be the end of it?" the emperor said, still angry.
"Your Majesty, you should have collected everything about Yang Wu clearly, right?" Mr. Qiao asked.
The emperor nodded and said: "Clear, what does that mean?"
"He is already a young king, and the relationship behind him is probably related to Zuixian Tower, what do you think?" Mr. Qiao said with a look of wisdom.
At this time, the emperor was lightly shaken, and after thinking for a moment, he looked a little depressed and didn't know what to say.
If Yang Wuzhen had a relationship with Zuixianlou, he would never be able to regain his face. How could he swallow his anger
"Your Majesty, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
"Teacher, please tell me, I won't blame you."
"Yang Wu can only win over him, not offend him."
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Prime Minister's Mansion of the Song Dynasty.
Prime Minister Song welcomed the distinguished guest King Fu'an.
The Prime Minister of Song Dynasty was a high-ranking official, but his status was inferior to that of King Fu'an. He always visited King Fu'an, but this time it was King Fu'an who came to visit him, which made him a little scared.
"The prince is here, Li Rui is not far away to greet you." Prime Minister Song quickly walked up to greet him and said to King Fu'an.
"The Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty does not need to be so polite." King Fu'an responded.
After the two exchanged a few polite words, they went to the study together. Tang Jiaoyan, who came with King Fu'an, followed Song Youming to another place to talk.
"Song Youming, didn't you say that your family would come to propose marriage? Why is there still no news yet." Tang Jiaoyan asked Song Youming with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Princess, it's not that I don't want to propose marriage, but my father said that these are troubled times, so let's postpone it for a while. Then we will come to propose marriage with heavy gifts." Song Youming responded.
"Hmph, didn't your family change their minds because Yang Wu came back?" Tang Jiaoyan said coldly.
"How could it be? Who is Yang Wu? He is destined to become an unjust ghost like Xue Gui." Song Youming responded.
"Do you think he will really die? I heard that he has become very powerful now." Tang Jiaoyan said with a hint of worry.
"Slap the emperor in the face like this, how could he not die?" Song Youming said.
Then, he approached Tang Jiaoyan, held her hand, and said with a hint of urgency: "Princess, why don't you go to my room to talk. It's not convenient to talk here."
Tang Jiaoyan looked at Song Youming's appearance and knew what he wanted to do. Her face was rosy and she said, "What are you going to do? It's broad daylight."
"Hey, it's more convenient to talk in the room during the day." Song Youming's anxious look was completely written on his face, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know what he was going to do.