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Chapter 28 Chance?Catastrophe?
At sunset, the grand Queen Mother's birthday banquet finally came to an end in the song and dance of Shengping arranged by the Ministry of Rites.

All civil and military officials will retire, and the envoys of Zhou will also return to the country one after another after resting for one night.

The prince returned to the East Palace and sat in the palace without saying a word.

It took him half a year to prepare and spend a lot of money and energy to photograph the original painting.

But he was crushed by a song "Yellow Husong" in Jiangnan.

Since the last time they met, he has been displeased with Jiangnan.

Who is this mysterious scholar?

The East Palace is dull.

The maids and eunuchs in the palace knew that the prince was in a bad mood, so he was more cautious than usual, not even walking too loudly.

At this moment, a clever little eunuch hurried in from outside the door.

Come to the prince,

"Your Highness, King Yue An is here."

Hearing this, the haze on the prince's face was swept away, "Hurry up and welcome!"

As soon as he finished speaking, King Yue An, who was dressed in normal clothes, stepped into the palace.

"Huai'an, I have seen King Yue An."

The prince quickly got up and saluted.

"It's worth it."

King Yue An waved his hand and sat down straight.

"It's not in the courtroom, what etiquette do we both use?"

The prince nodded and said yes, and sat opposite him.

"Uncle Yu said yes."

King Yue An, named Li Yu.

Seriously speaking, he is still the identity of the prince's uncle.

King Yue An was the Queen Mother's nephew, and the Crown Prince was the Queen Mother's grandson.

Although the two are of different nationalities, they are related by blood.

In addition, King Yue An was in charge of Daxia's diplomatic affairs, and he and the prince were already familiar with each other.

Even when the prince succeeded in winning the heir, he was also credited with it.

King Yue An took a sip of his tea and said casually: "Huai'an, you did a good job today, you can get the original painting, but you have the heart."

The prince sighed: "Unfortunately, it still can't compare to "The Song of the Yellow Hu", Huaisu can really surprise me everywhere..."

Even if he didn't like Jiangnan, the prince had to admit it.

That "Huanghu Song" really deserves the title of a masterpiece.

Hearing this, King Yue An frowned a little: "I said you've already become a prince, why can't you get along with that girl Huaisu... How does she look like she has the heart to fight for the emperor?"

The prince smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Forget it, I can't say more about the things between your juniors."

"To come today, in addition to meeting you, I also want to give you a great opportunity."

King Yue An smiled mysteriously.

The prince understood, and backed away.

He looked at King Yue An with burning eyes.

Let this king of Xia Yuean call it a chance, but it can't be a trivial matter.

King Yue An said slowly: "If you seize this opportunity, it will not only benefit you, but also the entire Wu Tie!"

At the moment, the prince only felt his lips were dry, and swallowed: "Uncle Yu, Huai'an would like to hear the details!"

King Yue An didn't give a shit anymore, and continued: "Do you still remember Jiangnan who made that "Huanghu Song" just now?"

"Naturally... I remember."

Hearing Prince Yue An's words, the prince suddenly felt a sense of unease.

As King Yue An observed his words and expressions, his heart skipped a beat.
"Huai'an... Could it be that you had contact with that Jiangnan before?"

The prince came one by one, "A few days ago, in order to put the spies by Huaisu's side, I asked Ye Xiao... to attack him..."

King Yueyang's face sank, as if water was about to drip, "What else?"

"No... No, then Jiang Nan took Ye Xiao's sword in turn..."

Looking at King Yue An's dull expression, the uneasiness in the prince's heart became even stronger.

"Uncle Yu... The chance you mentioned... is related to that Jiangnan?"

King Yue An sighed, helpless, "Chance? Now I'm afraid it's a disaster!"

"Haven't you ever thought about it—night supper is the seventh rank, while Jiangnan is only the eighth rank, why can he take Ye Xiao's sword?"

"Did he hide his strength? Or is it something else... sideways?" the prince murmured.

In fact, for the past few days, he has been guessing like this.

But never thought deeper.

At this time, King Yue An suddenly mentioned it, which made his active mind suddenly think of something he had overlooked.

King Yue An sighed deeply: "Do you still remember that a major event happened in Daxia a few months ago?"

Big things happen every day in Daxia.

But for the identity of King Yue An, the big things in the eyes of many people are trivial.

If you have to say, in the past few months, King Yue An can be called a major event.

Only one piece.

The prince's face suddenly lost its blood.

He finally remembered.

More than a month ago, the once fierce and famous Daxia Jianlu suddenly appeared with a sword head.

It's just that Wu Tie and Jianlu have never had any intersection.

When he got the news, he just skipped it.

Did not delve into it.

"Yu...Uncle Yu...you mean Jianlu re-establishing the sword head?"

The prince's voice was already trembling. Although it was a question, it was almost certain.

King Yue An stared at the prince, word by word: "That sword head is a foreign finger embroidered garment from Da Xia, whose name is... Jiangnan!"

boom!
Like a nine-day thunder, it exploded in the ear of the prince.

The ancient porcelain teacup in his hand slammed down, and with the crisp sound of porcelain breaking, the tea water splashed in chaos.

The prince, as if he had lost his soul, slumped on the chair.

Sword House.

Although there has been no major action in the past ten years.

But for the prince, who is all ears and ears, there is still a glimpse of its horror in the records of the yellowed pages.

And the unbearable pressure.

There is a detached existence in Jianlu.

The concept of a product is not clear to the prince.

But he knew that deep under the Wutieguo Palace, the protector of the country and the Taoist who practiced in seclusion was the highest, and only of the third rank.

The existence of Yipin has long been difficult to describe with "people".

They will never appear in the world easily.

It is said that a hundred years ago, a cultivator of the first rank set foot on the world on a whim.

Walking to a village, the weather was very hot, it was midsummer, and flies and mosquitoes were flying around.

That existence just casually said "noisy".

In the hundreds of years since then, no one has found a single fly or mosquito in the village.

It has remained the same to this day.

This is a product.

Just a word, change the world.

That ancient sword house, which is located deep in the mountains and spans countless years, has such an existence!
And the sword head is equivalent to the prince of Jianlu.

When he grows up, he will be the leader of the world's kendo!
"The chance I'm talking about is for you to make friends with this newly promoted swordsman - in this way, it doesn't take a hundred years, whether it's you or Wu Tie, your status will definitely rise to a higher level!"

King Yue An shook his head and said, "Have you ever thought about it, but you dug a hole yourself and jumped in."

"Yu... Uncle Yu!"

The prince suddenly thought of something, as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Uncle Yu! You said he was an embroiderer! You are the same court agency as you, you... Do you have a way? You..."

"Huian, people always have to bear the consequences for their actions."

King Yue An interrupted him and said meaningfully: "The so-called planting melons reaps melons, and sowing beans reaps beans. You have to be a bellman to untie the bell. You...you can do it yourself."

Hearing this, the prince's eyes suddenly lost all vigour, and he slumped on the chair without saying a word.

It is not even known when King Yue An left the East Palace.

He didn't move all night.

When the sun rose, he stood up, took off his clothes, and carried the thorns on his back.

Go to Ning'an Palace.

(End of this chapter)