surnamed Wang

The real history is always a hundred times more exciting than what is told in the stories of later generations.

After Wang Yijing escaped the assassination, he used the teleportation array set up in advance to reach the outskirts of Beijing.

Although he escaped unscathed, the three chances left by his grandfather to use his supernatural powers were all exhausted. Most importantly, Li Ning'er died to save him.

In order to deal with him, a large number of troops have been sent out of the imperial city. The young emperor also specially invited the Tianshi from the Tianshi Mansion. The old Taoist hid in the dark and observed, making sure that he could not escape far with his magical powers.

If Wang Yijing only knew some heretical magic, the Heavenly Master could have used the talisman sword thousands of miles away to kill him, but judging from his actions, the magic was obviously higher than the traditional Taoist magic, and could even be called fairy magic.

The search was fruitless all night. The next day, the purple-robed Taoist who was over fifty years old climbed to the top of the highest building in the imperial city. He closed his eyes slightly and calculated for a while.

A moment later, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.

His spirit, which did not look old at first, was visibly weakened, and his hair also turned gray. He looked to the sky in horror, and murmured to himself:
"Oops, we got into big trouble this time."

The heavy rain soon came, and the entire capital was shrouded in rain. The blood stains left on the ground were quickly washed away, as if nothing had happened from beginning to end.

Wang Yijing was in a dark and small space, and there were bursts of elegant fragrance in his nostrils.

Normally, he would have been distracted, but at this moment he was not thinking at all. Although there were no scars on his body, he seemed to have been drained of energy, and his eyes were dull and motionless.

After a long time, a gleam of light came through the darkness, and a soft voice sounded outside:

"Sir, you can come out now."

Wang Yijing slowly crawled out from under the seat, bowed to the woman whose face was slightly red and said:

"Thank you for saving me."

As he said that, he opened the door curtain and went out.

When the woman saw this, she quickly stopped her:

"Now that the inspections are strict outside, it's safer for the young master to stay in the car."

The young man nodded and did not look at the gorgeous woman. He curled up in a corner of the carriage, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Wang Yijing had a long dream. In the dream, he held on to his family's chisel-gold gun and charged into battle with the power of cultivation that no one else had, chopping melons and vegetables along the way.

Later, he stood behind the clouds with a long sword in his hand. There was fear in the eyes of the God of Disaster in front of him, but he still insisted:

"I am the God-given Immortal, how dare you hurt me?"

The young man was not afraid of heaven and earth. He slashed his sword and cut the immortal in half.

After that, he went to the Yangcang Realm and was regarded as the ancestor of the Yanghuang. His actions were still based on his likes and dislikes, and no one dared to criticize him.

But today, hundreds of years later, he finally felt the price of his impulse.

Three opportunities for mortals to change their lives were easily used by him. Not only did he fail, but he also implicated a woman.

"Grandpa, I now understand what you said, but the price is too high."

The man murmured softly and opened his eyes. The carriage was still moving forward.

He didn't know how long he slept, but his sleepiness did not diminish at all.

"You slept for less than an hour."

A soft voice sounded, and the other person seemed to know what he was thinking.

Wang Yijing opened the curtains a crack, and there was a street outside, bustling with pedestrians.

"This is Bijiewei. The local joint camp is my husband's old unit. If you feel bored, you can go out and breathe fresh air."

There are differences between men and women, so riding in a carriage with a married woman is a bit unreasonable. The young man nodded and walked out of the carriage, sitting side by side with the driver.

……

The carriage stopped in front of a mansion, and Princess Wu got out of the car to meet the local garrison general.

Wang Yijing always looked depressed. The groom next to him took the initiative to talk to him:
"Young man, are you experiencing a setback?"

"none of your business."

The old horseman was not angry, put his hands in his sleeves and said:
"The old man has been a stable boy all his life. He feeds, drinks, washes, and shovels horse manure all day long. He has no great potential. He has lived a long life, but he has learned some truth. Life is full of dissatisfaction. Eighty-nine, you will always encounter a few obstacles that you can't get over. It's time to cry and curse, as long as you don't get stuck in it.

You are still young, and your best time should be used to display your ambitions. Regrets and annoyances are left to us old guys to relieve our boredom. "

"Revenge..." the young man muttered.

"Ambition is what you want to accomplish most in your heart. Like our King Wu, who commanded the three armies when he was young, and later determined to assist a wise king.

It's a pity that the treacherous and sycophant ruled, and even he ended up becoming a fatuous vassal king who was criticized by everyone. "

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

When the King of Wu was still a prince, he was the opponent's groom. He followed him in the southern and northern wars. He saved his master's life by riding a horse on the battlefield, and also traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment when he was injured.

At that time, King Wu was in high spirits and exerted endless strength. He had just come off the battlefield and went back to the battlefield, not caring about his wounds.

If the imperial court had not stopped him, he could have gone straight to the royal capital of Yelu Chuxiong in the north. To put it bluntly, if he had been willing to target the capital, the current dynasty would not be in trouble and the people would not be able to survive.

……

Wang Yijing didn't know what the old horseman was thinking. He repeated what he had just said:
"Revenge is what I want to accomplish most."

The two were obviously talking about different things, but the only thing that could stop him from giving up on himself now was to take revenge on the young emperor.

He helped him seize power, but he went after him.

This ruthless character was indeed in line with an emperor, but he should never have caused Li Ning'er's death - this hatred was irreconcilable, and even if he was a descendant of the Wang family, he would personally pull him down from the throne.

Wang Yijing found his target. Although it had nothing to do with the old man's intention, his will was no longer depressed and his eyes became sharper than before.

A middle-aged man sent Princess Liu Mujin out of the house. Judging from his steps and movements, there was no doubt that he was from the military.

The man glanced at Wang Yijing intentionally or unintentionally, then clasped his fists and saluted the woman again, then turned and returned to the house.

Liu Mujin walked lightly to the carriage, her eyes accidentally touched the young man's eyes, and she was suddenly surprised in her heart.

He had only left for a stick of incense before the other party's expression changed drastically.

To put it harshly, before he was like a lost dog licking his own wounds, but now, he was clearly a wolf forced into a desperate situation, ferocious and cruel, especially feared by tigers.

Wang Yijing's eyes only stayed on the other party for a moment, and then he looked into the distance, suppressing his anger that had nowhere to vent, and said calmly:

"His Royal Highness Wu wants to rebel?"

Liu Mujin did not show any surprise and said with a slight smile:
"How does Prince Wang know?"

"It's all written on his face."

After all, he has lived for hundreds of years, and even if he is indifferent, he still has the ability to observe people's emotions.

A princess visits her husband's old family for no reason, which is disrespectful to everyone.

The young man was silent for a moment, then spoke again:

"Princess, do you want me to join you?"

"It could not be better."

Liu Mujin didn't hide it. The other party's intelligence had exceeded her expectations. This kind of talented person with both wisdom and courage was what was urgently needed at the moment.

After hearing the woman's answer, Wang Yijing knew that he was right. This seemingly coincidental encounter was actually planned in advance.

There was such a big commotion in the capital. As long as you were willing to investigate, you could always find out the whole story. As a princess, there was no reason to take risks for a charlatan. The reason why she did this must be to ask for him.

After Wang Yijing thought for a moment, he said:

"The account between me and Wang Zhaoqi must be settled. As for whether King Wu is a good master worthy of assistance, we still need to see him before deciding."

"That's natural."

The woman's eyes were smiling, as if she was sure of everything.

... (end of this chapter)