Chapter 360: He is a great law-abiding citizen

"Your Majesty, take care of your health!"

Qiu Defu persuaded carefully, "Isn't Your Majesty going to refine pills today? Several Daoist masters are already prepared, just waiting for Your Majesty's order."

The old Emperor snorted coldly, "That old scoundrel Wei Wubing, specifically going against me—tell me, what should be done?"

Qiu Defu screamed in his heart, it's going to be the death of me! That is Eunuch Wei, Old Wei, Grandmaster cultivation; how can he look at it, he can only lie flat and look at it.

On one side is the old Emperor, on the other side is Wei Wubing; he can't afford to provoke either.

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Wei is only responsible for protecting the safety of His Highness the Prince of Zhong."

The implication was that as long as the Prince of Zhong was safe, Wei Wubing wouldn't come out to obstruct. When the military coup deposed the Crown Prince, Wei Wubing was also like this, never formally appearing.

However, he only knew one thing and not the other.

The old Emperor had always been wary of Wei Wubing, keeping the bottom line during the military coup to depose the Crown Prince, not daring to send troops to attack the Donggong, and not daring to "confirm" the Donggong's rebellion, precisely because Wei Wubing was guarding the Donggong at that time, protecting the Prince of Zhong's safety.

As a result, things became awkward. It had reached the point where the old Emperor bore all the infamy.

According to the old Emperor's initial plan, he wanted to send troops to attack the Donggong and force the three thousand guards of the Donggong to rebel. Once they fought, all the crimes would be the Donggong's, saying the Donggong rebelled—who would dare to say a word?

His military coup to depose the Crown Prince was a helpless move! Because the Donggong "rebelled first," he had to take military measures.

Father and son killing each other, my heart cannot bear it, so let's spare the deposed Crown Prince's life.

The ending was already thought out, but because Wei Wubing was guarding the Donggong, the old Emperor was afraid of the rat-throwing-the-vessel and didn't dare to take the step of attacking the Donggong. As a result, he was now in a passive position, and even the Prince of Chu dared to raise an army to rebel.

The old Emperor was clearly tying himself up.

Every time he thought of this, the old Emperor felt a sense of depression in his heart, but had nowhere to vent. He still had to pretend to compensate the Prince of Zhong. However, this step at least salvaged a little bit of thin reputation.

Clang, clang, clang...

Another round of smashing.

As the number one confidant, Qiu Defu couldn't figure out the source of the old Emperor's anger at this moment. He felt that the old Emperor was becoming more and more deep-minded and unfathomable.

"Your Majesty, calm your anger!" He could only fulfill his duty to persuade, "It is not worth it for Your Majesty to ruin your health for irrelevant people."

The old Emperor was furious, "Go and call Wei Wubing; I want to ask him personally what he intends to do. Is he sincerely going against me?"

Qiu Defu:...

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. I feel like my life is not long.

He carefully probed: "Is Your Majesty sure you want to invite Eunuch Wei over for questioning?"

The old Emperor suddenly turned his head and stared at him fixedly; Qiu Defu was so scared that he knelt down on the spot, "This servant deserves death, this servant deserves death!"

"You are right, what is the use of inviting that old scoundrel; it will only make me angry. Forget it, forget it. Anyway, I am not very happy to see that old scoundrel either."

Qiu Defu died and lived again, his whole body soaked. But before he could catch his breath, he heard the old Emperor order: "When the Prince of Zhong comes, make him kneel outside the palace gate and reflect properly. When he realizes his mistake, then call him up."

Qiu Defu was confused.

The old Emperor didn't explain, turned around, and went to the side hall next door, preparing to refine pills and cultivate immortality with the Daoists.

Midnight.

Chen Guanlou came out of the flower street, swayed to the corner of the wall, untied his pants, and released water against the corner.

The flower street was adjacent to the river; in the middle of the night, the surroundings were full of frog sounds, even so noisy that they once drowned out the movements inside the building. The night wind carried the heat of summer, blowing on his face, making him feel sticky all over.

A cat jumped onto the roof, its eyes like glass, looking left and right, and ran away.

There were still one or two movements in individual houses; presumably, someone got up in the middle of the night to relieve themselves.

Chen Guanlou swayed toward his home in the back alley of the Hou Fu, walking through streets and alleys, perhaps to take a shortcut, drilling specifically into remote little alleys.

He was a big man, naturally not afraid.

The stars in the sky were covered by clouds, and the moon also hid itself. In the dark night, a cold light came toward his face.

Dead for sure!

The man in black who had been tailing him thought, while drawing his sword, that this mission was too simple. A mere prison guard, he had been too careful before, making himself appear lacking in confidence.

Clang!

The sound of metal collision!

Hmm?

Why couldn't his sword move?

Why did the sword stop in front of the little prison guard's forehead, unable to advance even an inch?

What?

What did he see?

The little prison guard actually used only two fingers to pinch his must-kill sword. The sound of metal collision came from the iron thumb ring on the prison guard's finger.

"You..."

What kind of fierce warrior is this, pretending to be a little prison guard, what for? Could it be for two taels of silver?

However, as soon as he uttered a "you," he couldn't speak anymore. The sword in his hand broke. There was an extra hand on his neck, a hand pinching his neck, ready to take his life at any time.

The man in black was shocked.

The person in front of him was definitely not the little prison guard in the data.

He didn't believe that a prison guard could catch his must-kill sword.

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

Chen Guanlou was truly curious.

It had been peaceful for a long time; the last time he was followed and assassinated was the last time.

He had been very honest recently, hadn't provoked any big shots, and had been contentedly visiting brothels every day, insisting on practicing martial arts and cultivating techniques.

Who was it that couldn't think straight and actually sent someone to assassinate him? And it was a Fourth-Rank warrior.

"And who are you?" the man in black asked back.

Chen Guanlou reached out and lifted the mask on the man in black's face, revealing an extremely ordinary and unfamiliar face, which no one would pay attention to if thrown into a crowd.

"Now I am the one asking you questions; get your situation clear. Who sent you?"

"It, it is... pfft..."

Fresh blood gushed out.

Chen Guanlou retreated rapidly; fortunately, he avoided it in time and didn't get stained with blood.

Looking at the man in black again, he was already dead as dead could be.

It was actually a death warrior.

Before carrying out the mission, he had already swallowed poison.

Chen Guanlou was confused?

He was just a prison guard! Although his status was a prison clerk, in the eyes of the world, he was always just a prison guard.

What virtue or ability did he have that someone would send a Fourth-Rank death warrior to kill him?

Is it worth it?

Is it necessary?

He was a great law-abiding citizen. In the whole capital, there was no law-abiding citizen more law-abiding than him.

He went to work on time, enjoyed himself in time, spent money when he had it, and would never be a miser. He added bricks and tiles to Great Gan's GDP and contributed a lot.

Such a great law-abiding citizen as him was actually assassinated by a death warrior; was there still justice, was there still law!

Dog barking!

The night patrol of the Military and Horse Division smelled the scent and came!

The wind is tight, pull out!

The road home was as fast as it was slow before.

Returning home, he took a cold shower, and then sat in the courtyard drinking tea to sober up.

Qi Wuxiu climbed over the wall in the middle of the night and saw such a scene: a shirtless man sitting under a peach tree thinking about a woman.

Consequently, he opened his mouth and said: "You should get married."

Chen Guanlou directly returned a middle finger to the other party. ===== CHAPTER 361 =====