Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 218 The Man in the Iron Mask

The moon is at the zenith and the moonlight shines into the house.

In the south study room, Zhu Yijun screened away all the eunuchs and maids, wanting to wait for news alone.

For a long time, Weiyuan Hou Maji has made the land of Liaodong like a weatherproof iron barrel. Although he does not claim the title of king, it is no different from ceding the land to become the king.

He tried several times to divide and disintegrate Ma Ji's control of Liaodong by adding sand to Liaodong's officialdom and the army, but every time he was in vain.

Over time, this Weiyuan Marquis has become a thorn in his heart, and now he can finally remove this thorn.

Although the night was getting darker, he was still energetic and not at all sleepy.

So while waiting for news from the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he planned to send his confidants to take over the military power in Liaodong.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a human figure in the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but feel very unhappy.

No matter who the person is, entering the palace without permission is already committing a crime of disrespect.

Zhu Yijun looked up and saw an old eunuch with a smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

The old eunuch held the tea cup on a tray and came to the desk, bowed and said: "Slave Wang An, serve the emperor with tea."

"Oh, it's Wang Bandang."

Zhu Yijun's expression softened slightly. When he was still in the East Palace when he was young, Wang An was already his confidant. Although this old man came to the emperor to offer tea tonight without being summoned, he was sincere and there was no need to embarrass him in person. .

Thinking of this, he waited for the other party to put the tea cup on the desk, waved his hand casually and said: "You are not needed here, please leave!"

Wang An responded very respectfully: "My slave, please leave."

But when he said "retire", his legs were fixed on the ground like nails, motionless.

Zhu Yijun frowned and asked, "Do you have anything else?"

When he asked this question, he had already made a decision in his heart. He would find a way to transfer this slave, who was getting older and more confused, to a casual job in the near future.

Wang An smiled and said: "I do have something to report to Your Majesty."

Zhu Yijun frowned even more tightly, feeling something was wrong in his heart: "Say!"

Wang An said softly: "I would like to invite the emperor to meet someone."

As a slave, not only did she come in without being summoned, but she refused to leave after being ordered to do so, and she even said something about letting the emperor see anyone. This was a treasonous act and should be punished for the crime of annihilating the nine clans.

Zhu Yijun looked intently at this slave who was purified at the age of seven and entered the palace at the age of nine. After following him more than 20 years ago, he had always been cautious and never made any mistakes. After a while, he suddenly sighed and asked slowly: "Human?" Where?"

Wang An smiled and said, "We've arrived."

After saying that, he waved behind him, and then someone walked in from the door. Then Zhu Yijun's expression immediately changed, becoming indescribably terrifying.

He was a very handsome young man, wearing a bright yellow robe. Both leaders had blue and gold rims, embroidered with gold nine dragons, twelve chapters, interspersed with five-color clouds. There is a row of dragons on the lapel, and a straight dragon on the sleeves. The lower part is an eight-treasure standing water skirt with left and right splits - this is clearly the emperor's court dress.

What made Zhu Yijun change his face was not that the other party was wearing the dragon robe, but that the young man standing in front of him was like his own shadow: the same figure, the same appearance, and even the same noble temperament.

Wang An stood between the two of them, looking left and right for a while, with a mysterious smile of great satisfaction on his face, as if he was looking at the perfect work of art made by his own hands.

"Who are you!"

Zhu Yijun's heart felt cold, but he still managed to stay calm and asked coldly.

The young man did not speak, but sneered slightly, his smile full of contempt.

Wang An said softly: "This is the eldest son of King Pingnan, your Majesty's direct cousin."

Zhu Yijun thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "You should be called Zhu Yizhao. Do you know that as the prince of a feudal lord, what is the crime of leaving the fiefdom without obeying the imperial edict?"

Zhu Yizhao finally spoke, and his voice and emphasis were exactly the same as Zhu Yijun's: "Since this is the family law of your ancestors, why do you knowingly violate it? In this case, even if I want to forgive, I dare not violate the ancestral precepts..."

Zhu Yijun finally lost his temper and shouted angrily: "Are you suffering from heart failure? You must know that I am..."

Zhu Yizhao interrupted him and said sternly: "Yes, I am the emperor of the day who was ordered by heaven and entrusted to the late emperor!"

Zhu Yijun was speechless. At this moment, not only his heart was cold, but his whole body was also cold. Because he has determined what the other party is going to do. This thing is too ridiculous and unbelievable, but he has to admit that it has a great possibility of success.

Zhu Yizhao said: "Mr. Wang." Wang An immediately bowed and said: "My servant is here."

Zhu Yizhao said calmly: "The crime of the prince of Prince Pingnan cannot be forgiven, but because he is of the same bloodline as the late emperor, he was given poisonous wine to keep his body intact, and he was sent back to Prince Pingnan's palace at the same time."

Wang Andao: "My slave obeys the order."

Zhu Yijun looked at the two people who were singing and harmonizing, as if they had regarded themselves as dead people. He suddenly regained his composure and asked: "Who came up with such a whimsical idea?"

Wang An was startled for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "Well, if I don't teach you to be a sensible person, I'm afraid you won't close your eyes until you die. Speaking of this matter, I have to admire the Weiyuan Hou Ma Ji , or the 'Heavenly Sword' Ma Kongqun. When he appeared in front of the slave with Prince Pingnan, who was exactly the same as His Majesty, and told the whole plan, the slave was frightened to death at first, but later she couldn't refuse the offer he gave. benefit."

"Ma Kongqun, I read it right. He is indeed a rebellious traitor who harbors evil intentions!" Zhu Yijun scolded and asked, "What benefits did he give you?"

Wang An said matter-of-factly: "Of course it's a large amount of gold and silver."

Zhu Yijun couldn't believe it: "For a little money, you want to betray me?"

Wang An said: "Your Majesty has the world, so he can naturally look down on money. But we disabled people have no children. If we don't have enough money, our future will be extremely miserable."

Zhu Yijun said angrily: "You are my confidant, can I let you lose your place?"

Wang An sneered: "Your Majesty, don't you think what I said is funny? In terms of intimacy and merit, how can I compare to Feng Bao? You can even abandon him like worn shoes, but I have no confidence that I can always be loved and cared for by Your Majesty. People. Now, you still have to rely on yourself after all!”

Zhu Yijun looked ugly and asked: "Is tonight's battle in the Forbidden City a trap set for me from the beginning?"

Wang Andao: "Your Majesty is only half right. This duel is real, and the trap is also real. When the duel over there is a winner, things here will also have a result."

Zhu Yijun suddenly laughed: "There should be a result!"

As soon as he finished saying this, a secret door on each side of the study room slid open, and four figures shot out from both sides, surrounding Zhu Yizhao and Wang An.

Four dwarfs appeared, less than three feet tall, with identical small eyes, big noses, protruding heads and crooked mouths. They looked indescribably ridiculous. They all held one-foot-seven-inch green daggers in their hands. , three people use double swords, and one person uses a single sword.

The Yu family brothers from Yunmen Mountain, Qixingtang, and Feiyubao were born from the same child and had the same mind. The four of them joined forces to perform the family's heirloom "Flying Fish Seven-Star Sword Formation". Among the seven major sword formations in the world, they were not inferior. Wudang's "Zhenwu Seven Intercepts Formation" is one step ahead.

Zhu Yijun's face was cold and he shouted: "Behead!"

Seven swords came out together, like a shower of colorful stars in the sky, covering Zhu Yizhao and Wang An.

Zhu Yizhao's expression remained unchanged and he shouted: "Broken!"

A sword light came through the air, the sword light was green, the blade was curved, and it fell with one sword, seven swords were divided, and four were divided!

A man appeared in the center of fourteen pieces of broken swords and eight pieces of corpses. His clothes were as black as night, his skin was as white as jade, his face was as cold as snow, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

Zhu Yijun's heart fell into the valley: "Fu Hongxue, Full Moon Scimitar!"

Fu Hongxue sheathed the sword: "It's me."

Zhu Yizhao picked up a dagger on the ground with his toes, smiled at Fu Hongxue and said, "Senior brother, if you don't want to kill defenseless people, why don't you let me do it for you?"

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "No need, this person, the foster father wants to stay!"

Zhu Yizhao's expression changed: "But..."

Fu Hongxue met his gaze and said, "You should know why my adoptive father did what he did, and you should also know what you should do!"

The expression on Zhu Yizhao's face changed for a while, his eyes fell on the full moon scimitar at his waist, and finally he lowered his head and said: "Everything is naturally decided by the teacher."

Fu Hongxue took off a baggage from behind and took out a dark spherical object.

Zhu Yizhao looked closely and saw that it was a mask in the shape of a human head. Except for the openings for the facial features, the rest of it looked seamless.

Fu Hongxue said: "This is the mask that my adoptive father asked Master Tie Zhan to make with black iron. Once locked, it cannot be opened. As long as you abide by the agreement, he will live with this mask for the rest of his life."

Zhu Yijun was shocked, angry, scared and anxious, and shouted: "How dare you..."

"Noisy!" Fu Hongxue flicked out a wisp of finger wind with her backhand and touched his acupuncture points. Then she stepped forward and fiddled with it for some unknown reason. The mask was first divided into two parts, and then buckled on Zhu Yijun's face and then merged into one, still The seam is so tight that no interface can be seen at all.

He held Zhu Yijun in his hand, turned around and said, "I'm leaving. You can take care of yourself from now on!"

Wang An saluted Zhu Yijun and said with an apologetic smile: "Your Majesty, Marquis Weiyuan has promised to be a slave, and he can spend his remaining years in Liaodong in peace. I bid farewell to Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)