Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 495: Chapter 495 Afterwards



The Princess of the Monster Kingdom did not pursue. Her nine tails wrapped around Xu Qi'an and landed in front of Zhao Shou.

The nine tails spread out and danced softly behind Xu Qi'an, and then the nine fox tails dissipated one by one.

"Wait a minute, where is Fuxiang?"

Xu Qi'an asked in a weak state.

The tails stroked, and a soft and charming female voice came, sneering:

"Your life is about to be lost, and you are still thinking about women. You are really a sentimental man."

It turned out to be a demon girl with a bad personality, lacking training.......Xu Qi'an understood the other party's sarcasm, frowned, and saw the other party's fox tails dissipated one by one, and asked:

"Others treat me sincerely, and I treat others sincerely."

This is the basic cultivation of a sea king.

"I betrothed her to a male tribesman."

The voice of the Princess of the Monster Kingdom came with a smile.

Are you looking for your mother? Xu Qi'an's eyes widened instantly!

"I was just kidding you."

The Princess of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters' next words calmed Xu Qi'an's anger. She said:

"Fuxiang has returned to my side. The identity of the courtesan of the Jiaofang Division is just an ordinary task for her, and it is also a part of her life journey."

Xu Qi'an nodded and replied weakly:

"Then I am relieved."

Although he knew that Fuxiang was a hidden player of the monster clan and that death was just an opportunity to escape, Xu Qi'an was still relieved to hear that she was safe now. He let her return to the sea for the time being.

He would find an opportunity to take it back to the fish pond in the future.

Before the last fox tail disappeared, the Princess of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters said with a smile:

"By the way, Fuxiang's body is a corpse I found from the dead. It was not long after death, and the body was still usable, so I used the soul-returning method to implant Fuxiang's soul into

it.

"Although that body is no different from a living person, it is still a corpse. After a few years of use, it decayed and rotted uncontrollably. Fuxiang had no choice but to fake her death to escape."

Xu Qian'an's expression suddenly froze, like a still painting.

"Da Lang, Da Lang..."

Second Uncle Xu was waiting anxiously, and when he saw the fox tail dissipate, he couldn't wait to rush over to check on his nephew's injuries.

Xu Pingzhi's old face was full of sadness, anger, worry and fear. He just held his nephew's hand, afraid that if he let go, his nephew would be gone.

"Why hasn't the wound healed yet? Isn't the third rank known as an immortal body?"

Uncle Xu checked for a while and became anxious.

Because his nephew's injuries had not improved, the wounds from the two fatal injuries were still there, the nine magic-sealing nails pierced his flesh, and the wound on his abdomen kept oozing thick, scarlet blood.

In addition, he was bleeding from all seven orifices, and he looked horrible. He looked like he would die from his injuries at any time.

"He is at the limit and needs urgent treatment."

Zhao Shou sighed, endured the splitting pain of his headache, and announced in a deep voice: "Stop the bleeding."

Those hideous wounds slowly stopped bleeding, but they still hadn't healed.

In Zhao Shou's opinion, Xu Qian'an's survival at this time was a reflection of a warrior's strong vitality.

He consumed a lot of energy in the fight to the death with Jeanne d'Arc, and was seriously injured, especially the two wounds that burned both sides together, killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred of himself, which was very scary.

Then he was embedded with the magic nail, which locked up his Qi and blood, making him a third-grade warrior, but unable to exert his power.

Finally, he used the curse-killing technique recorded in Confucianism, and at the cost of self- mutilation, he made the white-robed sorcerer Xu Pingfeng suffer from the backlash of his luck.

The backlash of killing a person with great luck.

It was like killing eight hundred enemies and injuring one thousand of himself.

With multiple injuries stacked up, he was still able to save his life, which was a reflection of a warrior's strong vitality.

"Let's go back to the capital first. The only one who can save him now is the Supervisor. "

Zhao Shou glanced at the battle in the distance. With his third-grade cultivation, he could not see the fight between the first-grade Bodhisattva and the first-grade destiny, because there were layers of formations covering the place.

The prisoner was cutting off the female Bodhisattva's retreat, and he wanted to kill the Bodhisattva.

Xu Pingzhi picked up his nephew and nodded with a gloomy look.

He had remembered everything, and remembered his eldest brother who was unrivaled and a

genius.

He remembered the scene when the Xu family was once prosperous.

But all that was in the past. Every year, high-ranking officials and wealthy people in the capital fell and their homes were confiscated. Under the condition of shielding the secrets of heaven, no one would remember the Xu family that was glorious twenty years ago.

Late at night, in the imperial study.

The candlelight was bright, as bright as day.

The prince sat behind the big case belonging to the emperor, with mixed feelings, sighing, excitement, excitement, and uneasiness........ Just like ordinary people facing the life This is

the only marriage.

The prince knew that whether he could ascend the throne smoothly depended on tonight.

At this time, the officials were still waiting in the side hall, drinking hot tea, eating cakes, and waiting for the meeting.

The emperor was beheaded, and the group was leaderless. The prince naturally stood up to take charge of the overall situation. This was a matter of course and the meaning of the

prince's existence.

The country cannot be without a monarch for a day, nor can it be without a crown prince for a

day.

The role of the crown prince was highlighted at this time. If Dafeng did not have a crown prince, Son, it's probably going to be a mess now.

After the daytime appeasement, all classes in the capital were generally calm. The most violent ones were the common people. They gathered at the gate of the imperial city and various government offices, clamoring to see Xu Yinluo.

The common people suspected that Xu Yinluo was secretly captured or even killed by the

-court.

Wang Shoufu asked the prince to mobilize the imperial guards to enter the city to suppress it, and at the same time ordered the officials of the capital to come forward to appease it. Only by

taking two approaches could the possible riot be stopped.

"Your Highness, the Prime Minister is here."

The old eunuch stepped over the threshold, stood below, and whispered.

Wang Shoufu wore a scarlet robe and an official hat, and stepped into the imperial study with

steady steps.

Compared with the panic of the ministers, Wang Shoufu's face was calm, his spirit was very good, and the whole person seemed to have been reborn, and all his illnesses were swept

away.

"Your Highness!"

Wang Shoufu bowed.

"Prime Minister, at this moment, what should we do?"

The prince looked down at Wang Shoufu.

He knew that Wang Shoufu would be an important helper in his ascension to the throne and a

person he could rely on in the future. As long as he reached an "alliance" with Wang Shoufu, he would be able to suppress all parties in a short period of time and sit firmly on the throne.

And this is not difficult, because there are many members of the prince party in the Wang

party.

Wang Shoufu himself does not take sides, that is because he was suppressed by his father in the past, so the prime minister naturally cannot take sides.

But in fact, Wang Shoufu himself is a prince party, at least he is biased towards himself, otherwise he would not sit idly by and watch the members of the king party secretly surrender

to him.

Wang Shoufu said: "Your Highness has to do three things: First, stabilize the people's hearts. Second, stabilize the army's heart. Third, stabilize the court."

The prince leaned forward slightly and smiled: "What do you think, Prime Minister, should be done to stabilize these three?"

Prime Minister Wang seemed to have prepared a speech in advance, and he spoke in an orderly

manner:

"Your Highness, Xu Qi'an killed the late emperor outside the capital, and everyone knows it.

This matter cannot be concealed. Forcibly covering it up will only make the people angry and no longer trust the court."

Now, everyone in the capital remembered Xu Qi'an again, and remembered that he was the master who killed the emperor.

The prince sighed, this was the same as he thought.

Wang Zhenwen continued:

"Tell the public what the late emperor did, announce it to the world, cut off the army's food

and grass, and harmed the wise ministers, so that 80,000 soldiers died at the hands of the Wushen Cult. Afterwards, you, the prince, can denounce the late emperor in the name of a son of man, and not allow the late emperor's tablet to be placed in the Taimiao, and his bones cannot be placed in the imperial mausoleum.

"Afterwards, reward Xu Qi'an, reinstate him, confer him a title, and announce it to the world.

In this way, the people and the army can be stabilized. The actions of the late emperor will certainly cause great loss of face and prestige to the court and the royal family, but the actions of the prince will be applauded by the people and people of insight, and they will expect the dynasty to create a new atmosphere under the hands of the new monarch."

The late emperor Wang Zhenwen was referring to was Emperor Yuan Jing.

"This is not allowed!"

The prince was shocked and thought to himself that you want me to be a son of no human

being.

No matter how perverse the late emperor was, father and son will always be father and son. Others can scold the late emperor, but he, the son, cannot do so.

Even if he is right, he will be branded as a son of no human being.

This brand of stigma may not appear in the short term, but it will definitely be recorded in

history books.

In all dynasties, even if the son forced the palace to usurp the throne, he had to serve his

father well and imprison him in the palace.

Whipping the corpse of Laozi, throughout history, there is no example, because it is too taboo, smart people will not do it.

"The prince wants to quickly accumulate reputation, win the love of the people, and give the people confidence in the new dynasty. This is the price that must be paid. With a wise monarch like your highness ascending the throne, and Xu Qi'an being conferred a title and sitting in the court, the overall situation can be settled."

"This is not possible." The prince still shook his head.

Wang Shoufu nodded and said the second plan:

"Then pretend that your majesty was controlled by the witch god cult with sorcery, so he did these perverse things, and Xu Yinluo stopped the witch god cult's conspiracy.

"The battle between Dafeng and the witch god cult has just ended. The people are angry because 80,000 soldiers died in the northeast. No one will doubt it. It is just right to divert the contradiction and let the people's anger be transferred to the witch god cult.

"But Xu Qi'an's actions should still be praised, which will help to restore the image of the

court. Today, the people gathered in various government offices and the imperial city gates, which is a perfect proof."

The prince was silent for a long time and did not refute.

Seeing this, Wang Shoufu continued:

"In the end, it is to stabilize the court. What you are worried about is nothing more than the

saying that a new emperor has new ministers. Your Highness should win over more people."

"How to win over?"

The prince asked.

Winning over is not a verbal promise, but actual benefits must be given. Therefore, to win

over a group of people, another group of people must be suppressed.

The prince is actually asking: Who to suppress?

Wang Shoufu said indifferently:

"Yuan Xiong, the Right Censor of the Censorate, and Qin Yuandao, the Minister of the

Ministry of War, colluded with the Wushen Cult, controlled Your Majesty, and attempted to overthrow Dafeng. Their crimes are unforgivable. They should be executed along with their entire clan. The rest of the accomplices will all be confiscated.

"But the prince has just ascended the throne, so a general amnesty is required. Yuan Xiong and Qin Yuandao will be beheaded and displayed to the public, their property will be confiscated, and their female family members will be sent to the Jiaofang Division, and their

clansmen will be exempted.

"The accomplices will be punished by confiscation of property, dismissal from office and

beheading, depending on the severity of the crime, and their family members can be exempted from joint punishment."

The time and method of punishment were all given.

The prince thought for a long time and nodded slowly: "Good!"

Then he turned his head and told the old eunuch: "Notify the gentlemen to go to the palace to

discuss matters."

......

Yunlu Academy.

Xu Pingzhi returned to the small courtyard with a tired face.

Because of his sudden departure, his aunt and daughters returned to the academy to wait for

him.

"Old, Master..."

The beautiful and plump aunt came up, her face was a little ugly, and she whispered:

"I, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things before."

For example, the reason why the aunt's father, the old scholar, married her to Xu Pingzhi was

not because she was simple-minded and not good at house fighting.

It was because the Xu family was a wealthy family at that time, and Xu Pingzhi's brother was

in a high position and held power.

The old scholar relied on his daughter's beauty, not like a vulgar person, so he married his daughter to the second son of the Xu family, Xu Pingzhi.

But these things, Auntie found that she had forgotten them all these years....

In addition, Xu Pingzhi's elder brother was not an old soldier in the Battle of Shanhaiguan,

but one of the officials in the court, a powerful figure. Uncle Xu glanced at his wife, exhausted in his bones, and said softly:

"Forget it, forget it, it's better to forget it. Some things will only hurt people when you think

of them, and some people will only make you sad when you think of them." Auntie opened her mouth, her beautiful and delicate face was blank, and she was about to say

something but stopped.

Xu Lingyue ran out of the house, the young man stood on tiptoe, kept looking back, and said

anxiously:

"Where is my elder brother, where is my elder brother..."

"He is in the Imperial Observatory, and he is doing well now."

Xu Pingzhi comforted his daughter, and then said: "I think we probably don't need to leave

Beijing."

In the bedroom of the Stargazing Tower.

Chu Yuanzhen, Lina, Li Miaozhen, and Master Hengyuan, the four of them sat around the

square table, drinking tea silently.

They already knew what happened to Xu Qi'an later, the existence of Xu Pingfeng, and that he

used his son as a vessel and now planned to kill his son to take his luck.

Xu Qi'an told them everything.

At this point, there was actually no need to hide it. Emperor Zhend'Arc had been killed, and

the father and son had a showdown, and everything had surfaced.

The showdown, I am the son of luck.

Of course, Xu Qian'an would not publicize this matter, but there is no problem in telling his

closest friends.

"It's unbelievable. It turns out that his life experience is so bizarre and so uneasy." Chu

Yuanzhen murmured.

"Amitabha."

Master Hengyuan had a bitter and vengeful expression: "Father killed son, a tragedy in the world, Mr. Xu's life experience is sad."

Li Miaozhen's face was gloomy, holding the teacup, and said nothing.

She was sympathetic and pitiful, and at the same time mixed with overwhelming anger.

"Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. Sooner or later, I will stab this Xu Pingfeng to death!" The youth of the Tianzong Saint has returned.

"There is a tribe in our southern Xinjiang that is also like this. After the son becomes an adult, if he thinks he is strong enough, he can challenge his father. If he wins, he can inherit everything from his father, including his biological mother. If he loses, he will die. "And if the father feels that any of his sons is a big threat to him, he can also challenge and kill

his son in a dignified manner to protect his status and interests."

Lina said.

That was a tribe where fathers were kind and sons were filial.

Chu Yuanzhen and the other two ignored her. Many tribes in southern Xinjiang were in the

state of ignorance, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and had all kinds of strange customs.

But this was Dafeng, with ethical principles.

Xu Qi'an's life experience made them particularly sympathetic and aroused a sense of

common hatred against the enemy.

Ignore me... Lina puffed her cheeks, a little unhappy, and was about to speak, but suddenly

covered her stomach and frowned:

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

"Seven, seven deadly poisons..."

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Breaks of coughing came from the Bagua platform of the Observatory.

The cold wind was howling, and Xu Qi'an was wrapped in a blanket, sitting at the table,

holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

Zhong Li squatted in front of the small stove, boiling medicine for him, and Chu Caiwei was concentrating on suturing his wounds and applying pain-relieving ointment.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

When Song Qing heard that his best friend was seriously injured and dying, he also expressed

his willingness to help. There was no need... Xu Qi'an drove him away.

After taking the pills given by the Supervisor, drinking a few bowls of medicinal soup, and

having Chu Caiwei forcibly sew up the wounds that could not be healed, Xu Qi'an finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was sick, his injuries were indeed getting better. If it were him during the Yuyang Pass period, he would probably not have survived until the

Supervisor returned and would have passed away. However, the Demon Sealing Nail was still in his body and had not been pulled out.

If the nail was not pulled out, his cultivation would be sealed along with his divine power.

"Is the female Bodhisattva named "Liuli" dead?" Xu Qi'an looked at the white-clothed man who attacked the back of his head.

The Supervisor shook his head slightly: "Killing a first-rank is not that easy. It's just a serious

injury to her. She won't be able to leave the Western Regions for at least two years." Xu Qian'an took a deep breath and said with a smile: "This Bodhisattva seems to be weaker

than Saren Agu."

He smelled the faint virgin fragrance on Chu Caiwei and the strong smell of meat buns.

Hungry....

"Those who can become first-rank will not be weak. They have their own strengths. The battle between first-ranks depends on the right time, right place and right people. In Dafeng,

only super-ranks can defeat me. However, Dafeng's national strength has been weak until

now, and two first-ranks can stop me."

The Supervisor paused and continued: "I am entangled with Saren Agu for so long, purely

because I don't want to harm the people of the capital. Besides, it is not convenient for me to

interfere in your and your father's affairs."

Inconvenient?

Your apprentice wants to stab you in the back, and you are not convenient?

Before Xu Qi'an could ask, the Supervisor gave an explanation: "The destiny cannot reveal the secrets of heaven, it can only be tactfully arranged secretly,

and success or failure is determined by heaven."

The Supervisor meant that he used the means of destiny to see through Xu Pingfeng's plan, which was equivalent to seeing through the secrets of heaven, so he could not forcibly interfere or reveal the secrets of heaven... and his action to repel the female Bodhisattva had nothing to do with revealing the secrets of heaven, it was purely to defeat the external enemy... Xu Qi'an showed a look of sudden realization.

He immediately asked: "Did you know that the female Bodhisattva would come?"

The Supervisor grabbed the wine glass on the table, drank it all, and exhaled with

satisfaction:

"The Glazed Bodhisattva has two great Bodhisattva fruit positions, the Five-Colored Glazed

Dharma Image and the Walker Dharma Image, the latter can travel to the Western Regions

and Mujing Mountain."

So? Xu Qi'an didn't understand what the Supervisor meant.

The Supervisor smiled and said: "Next, I want to tell you two things, which are very

important."

Xu Qi'an sat upright and listened with a serious face.