LRAB Chapter 117 Are you a disciple of Gu Jian?
Chapter 117 Are you a disciple of Gu Jian?
Chapter 117 Are you a disciple of Si Gu Jian?
Evening, a villa by the river.
Wu Feng and Li Yunrui had just finished their dinner when Mei Gu came to report: "Your Highness, Imperial Censor Lai Mingcheng requests an audience."
Li Yunrui thought for a moment and said softly, "Let him come over."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Mei Gu turned and left.
Wu Feng helped Li Yunrui to her feet, and the two slowly walked to the pavilion by the river.
The pavilion was already lit, casting a dim, yellowish glow. A cool breeze, carrying moisture from the river, blew in.
Chunmei draped a thin cloak over Li Yunrui and helped her sit down on the soft couch.
Wu Feng stood beside her, his hand resting on the hilt of the Embroidered Spring Blade.
Before long, Mei Gu led Lai Mingcheng through the moon gate and toward the pavilion.
Lai Mingcheng was in his thirties, with a thin face but a somewhat plump figure. He was wearing the official robes of the Censorate and walked very fast.
Upon entering the pavilion, he bowed deeply, saying, "Your subject, Lai Mingcheng, pays respects to Your Highness the Princess."
Li Yunrui sat on the soft couch, her voice languid: "Imperial Censor Lai, no need for formalities. What brings you to me?"
"Thank you, Your Highness." Lai Mingcheng straightened up. "Your Highness, I would like to ask about the assassination attempt on Your Highness a few days ago. Would it be convenient for Your Highness to do so?"
Li Yunrui thought for a moment and said, "Ask away."
"Thank you, Your Highness," Lai Mingcheng said again. He then took out a notebook and began to take notes as he asked questions, including a few details, all of which were standard procedure.
After asking his questions, he closed the book and bowed again: "Thank you, Your Highness. I apologize for disturbing you. If there is nothing else, I will go back and organize the existing evidence to ensure that the truth is found as soon as possible."
Li Yunrui nodded: "Take care, Imperial Censor Lai."
Lai Mingcheng turned around and strode away from the pavilion, his footsteps quickly disappearing into the night.
After Lai Mingcheng had walked a distance, Wu Feng spoke up: "Your Highness, didn't you want to recruit Lai Mingcheng? Why didn't you say anything just now?"
Li Yunrui's beautiful face was adorned with a unique, gentle smile.
She said softly, "This matter can't be rushed, and we don't necessarily have to recruit him. With Lai Mingcheng's upright and incorruptible character, we can still make use of him even without recruiting him."
Wu Feng didn't say anything more.
After a while, the river breeze gradually picked up, causing the lights in the pavilion to flicker.
Chunmei stepped forward: "Your Highness, it's getting windy, let's go back."
Li Yunrui nodded.
Wu Feng helped her to her feet, and the two slowly walked towards the backyard.
Chunmei followed behind.
After passing through the moon gate and the corridor, as they approached the backyard, Wu Feng said softly, "Your Highness, if Jiang Fuhai doesn't come by tomorrow, let's leave Chizhou."
Li Yunrui stopped and turned to the side.
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She raised her hand, pinched Wu Feng's cheek, her fingertips warm and smooth, and said with a smile, "Hmm—I'll listen to you."
Just then, hurried footsteps came from ahead.
Mei walked very fast, her face showing urgency.
She ran to Li Yunrui and said, "Your Highness, something has happened! Imperial Censor Lai was assassinated on his way back, and his guards are fighting back!"
Wu Feng and Li Yunrui's expressions turned cold at the same time.
Lai Mingcheng was assassinated on his way back after visiting Li Yunrui.
Is this something they're trying to make a big deal out of?
"Your Highness, I'm going there." Wu Feng released Li Yunrui's hand that was supporting him.
"Be careful," Li Yunrui said softly, looking at him.
Wu Feng nodded.
With a light step, he unleashed his full power of the Flying Floss and Light Smoke Technique, his entire body like a weightless feather, instantly rushing out of the backyard and disappearing into the night.
Li Yunrui stood there, looking in the direction Wu Feng had left, her alluring eyes trembling slightly.
She said softly, "Tell me—where did Xiao Wuzi learn his martial arts skills from?"
Chunmei stepped forward and lowered her voice: "Your Highness, this servant has not yet found out about this. But this servant guesses that he obtained it in Suzhou two months ago."
Li Yunrui thought about it.
"Never mind," she turned and continued walking towards the backyard. "The fact that he used these tricks in front of me proves that he didn't intend to hide anything from me. There's no need to investigate further."
"Yes, Your Highness." Chunmei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.
On the way from the riverside villa to the Chizhou post station.
Wu Feng sped along the street, his figure like a wisp of smoke.
The sounds of clashing weapons and shouts of battle came from not far ahead.
He sped up and rushed over in a few leaps.
In the middle of the street, a dozen men in black wielding swords were attacking Lai Mingcheng and his group.
There were already seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, all of them guards.
The remaining five or six guards, covered in blood, desperately stood in front of Lai Mingcheng, but they clearly couldn't hold out for long.
Lai Mingcheng was shielded in the middle, his face pale, but his eyes showed no fear, only anger.
The eldest princess was attacked by hundreds of assassins in Chizhou. He didn't believe that the local authorities in Chizhou were completely unaware of such a large number of people.
Now, he had just returned from seeing the princess when he was assassinated.
He wanted to see who was so bold as to kill an imperial envoy!
Wu Feng drew his Embroidered Spring Blade and dashed into the group of men in black.
Before the two men in black could react, blood gushed from their throats, and they collapsed to the ground.
The leader of the men in black was immediately alarmed.
Taking advantage of this opening, Wu Feng swung his knife and cut down two more people, his gaze quickly sweeping across the crowd.
Two officials of the eighth rank.
The rest are all fourth or fifth grade.
The two eighth-rank officials exchanged a glance and simultaneously lunged at Wu Feng.
One man's sword strike was fierce, aimed straight for the throat.
Another person attacked from the side, his sword sweeping across the waist.
They worked together very well.
With a light step, Wu Feng unleashed his Flying Willow Light Smoke Skill, his figure rising like a willow catkin, dodging the attack from both men, and slashing at the neck of the man to his side with a backhand strike.
The man hurriedly retreated, parrying with his sword.
"clang!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Another person took the opportunity to stab him from behind.
Wu Feng turned and swept his blade horizontally, forcing the two men back.
The three of them got into a fierce battle.
The clash of swords and the muffled thuds of clashing internal energy exploded in the night sky.
The two eighth-rank fighters were ruthless and coordinated perfectly, but Wu Feng's lightness skill was too strange. Every time it seemed like he was about to hit someone, he could float away at the last moment.
As the fight progressed, one of the eighth-rank fighters suddenly unleashed a move.
With a flick of the sword tip, he spun around, the sword drawing an arc to protect his front while simultaneously thrusting the tip out from under his armpit, aiming straight for Wu Feng's throat.
Wu Feng's eyes narrowed.
Gu Qian?
He intensified his offensive.
Upon seeing this, another eighth-rank official immediately stepped in to fill the vacancy.
He lowered his sword stance, raising the blade upwards to block Wu Feng's retreat route, while simultaneously thrusting the tip of the sword backwards, aiming for the open space behind him.
Look behind!
The swordsmanship of Dongyi City's Four-Looking Sword.
Wu Feng's eyes sharpened.
He cleaved the eighth-rank swordsman's sword in two with a single stroke, took two steps back, and stared at the two men: "Are you from Dongyi City?"
The two eighth-rank officials remained expressionless.
Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the street corner.
"Who's fighting here?!"
A group of constables dressed in black rushed over, carrying torches and holding knives.
The head constable shouted, "Stop it, all of you!"
The two eighth-rank officials exchanged a glance.
withdraw!
They simultaneously sheathed their swords, turned, and ran.
The other men in black were stunned for a moment, then turned around as well.
"Trying to run? Stay here!"
Wu Feng pushed off with his feet, unleashing the full power of his Flying Willow Light Smoke Skill, transforming into a blur and instantly catching up with the eighth-rank runner behind him.
He raised the Embroidered Spring Blade high, channeling his inner energy into it.
With a single slash!
A bluish-green blade of energy shot out from the blade, several meters long, tearing through the air and striking the lower back of the eighth-rank cultivator.
"Ugh!"
The eighth-rank official screamed and fell forward, crashing heavily to the ground. Blood gushed from his lower back, soaking the ground.
The other eighth-rank official didn't even turn his head, disappearing around the street corner in a few leaps.
The remaining men in black were slow and were stopped by the constables who rushed up.
"Take them alive!" Wu Feng shouted.
The constables immediately surrounded them, brandishing their swords and knives.
Without the two eighth-rank officials, the remaining men in black were no match for them.
In less than fifteen minutes, all seven or eight men in black were cut down, several died, and three were captured alive.
Wu Feng sheathed his sword and walked to the eighth-rank soldier lying on the ground.
The man lay on the ground, blood still oozing from the wound on his back, his face deathly pale. He was already dead.
Wu Feng swung his sword and beheaded him.
Lai Mingcheng then stepped out from behind the guards.
His robes were splattered with blood, and his hair was somewhat disheveled, but his steps were still relatively steady.
He walked up to Wu Feng, solemnly cupped his hands in a deep bow, and saluted deeply.
"Thank you so much, Lord Wu, for saving my life! If you hadn't arrived in time, I would be dead!"
Wu Feng waved his hand: "Imperial Censor Lai, there's no need for such formalities. You were assassinated just as you came to see His Highness, so His Highness naturally cannot stand idly by."
Lai Mingcheng straightened up, his face still showing lingering fear, but his eyes were filled with gratitude.
"In any case, Lord Wu saved my life, and I will remember this kindness."
Wu Feng nodded: "I'll escort Imperial Censor Lai back to the post station first. We can talk about the rest tomorrow."
This time, Lai Mingcheng didn't hold back.
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