Chapter 105: Planning for ten years, starting to close the net

Zhou Cheng, with the gray-clad old Daoist and Chen Ji, walks toward the palace.

The three walk leisurely.

Zhou Cheng looks at the army galloping through the busy city, heading to the palace and the east of the city, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing more and more.

"Drive—"

"Drive—"

The sound of hooves hitting the ground is like a thunderstorm hitting the earth, bringing a wild wind.

Some commoners can't dodge in time and fall to the ground.

People shouting and horses neighing!

A child accidentally walks into the street.

The woman behind has already rushed over, holding the child tightly.

"Whoa—"

The knight pulls the reins hard, the horse's neighing startling the crowd, only to see the horse's front legs jump up, as if standing like a person.

About to step down heavily!

The gray-clad old Daoist walks over at some point, bending down to protect the two, and the horse's hooves step heavily on the old Daoist's back.

Like stepping on a broken cloth bag, there is a sound of silk tearing.

"Bastard! Are you blind!"

The knight scolds angrily on the horse, furious at this change.

There is no sense of guilt at all.

He knows the mission is urgent, so he has to pull the reins hard, driving the horse to gallop away, leaving a string of angry echoes and distant dust.

The woman is still terrified, holding the child with tearful eyes, thanking the gray-clad old Daoist repeatedly.

The old Daoist still waves his hand with a chuckle.

Chen Ji watches curiously from the side.

Secretly speculating in his heart, there must be hundreds of jin of force under those hooves, but the old Daoist seems unscathed.

Could this skinny old Daoist really be a hidden master of the Jianghu?

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng rolls up his sleeves, stretches out his thumb, and praises sincerely:

"Master Mo, good skill!"

The gray-clad old Daoist smiles lightly, picks up the wine gourd at his waist and takes a sip, feeling floating.

On both sides of the street!

The vendors, unable to dodge in time due to the chaos, only dare to poke their heads out now that the cavalry and troops have gone far away, cursing and expressing their dissatisfaction.

"Bah! Eyes grew in your ass."

"Damn goods, in a hurry to reincarnate!"

The complaints around rise and fall, clearly angry at the reckless behavior of that cavalry team.

The commoners are also used to it.

The Imperial Guard represents the imperial power of the Son of Heaven; who can afford to offend them?

Chen Ji notices that today's troop movements are abnormal, not only anxious but also openly running wild on the street.

What makes him even more puzzled is!

These troops seem to be heading toward the palace, and at the Meridian Gate of the palace, it seems that all passage has been prohibited.

Such a scene!

"It seems it's not for the master, but... the capital is in chaos!"

The three continue to move forward, and when passing the corner of the palace Meridian Gate, they unexpectedly meet two people.

Chen Ji's gaze suddenly condenses, muttering secretly.

Acquaintances again!

How come today's events are so coincidental!

Two people stand at the street corner.

A middle-aged scholar, the middle-aged scholar has a tall posture, a light ink-black suit, a cyan jade forehead protector between his forehead, and a delicate and handsome appearance.

A pair of eyes squinted, presenting a crescent shape.

He holds his hands leisurely in his sleeves, looking extraordinary and elegant, waiting for a long time.

Beside the scholar stands a thin old man, wearing simple everyday clothes, although there are a few bloodstains on his face, it is hard to hide his steady and tough eyes.

Chen Ji recognizes the two at a glance.

The middle-aged scholar is the boss of the Penglai Pavilion in the capital; many restaurants, gambling houses, and water transport in the capital are under his name.

A truly wealthy and important figure; he had seen him when he followed his master before.

The lean old man is none other than Wei Gao.

Lu Chen's uncle, Wei Yue's father.

However, it is rumored that Wei Gao should be trapped in the prison of the Grand Court of Justice at this moment, so why would he appear here and seem to be waiting for their arrival?

Chen Ji is puzzled!

The three walk closer.

Wei Gao salutes first, his tone full of emotion: "Prince, long time no see."

Chen Ji is stunned after hearing this!

Isn't it rumored that this Wei Gao bit off his tongue after entering the Grand Court of Justice and cannot speak?

Very strange!

Zhou Cheng returns a solemn salute.

"Yibo is also old!"

Wei Gao, courtesy name Yibo.

Zhou Cheng sees Wei Gao's graying white silk and feels nostalgic:

"I didn't expect that when I escaped from the Imperial Clan Court back then, it was also Yibo who sent me away at the city gate. Today, after leaving the capital for several years, this is my first time coming to the capital, and it is Yibo who welcomes me again."

Chen Ji is surprised to learn that his master's escape from the Imperial Clan Court back then actually had Wei Gao's contribution.

Chen Ji's eyes toward Wei Gao add a bit of gratitude.

Zhou Cheng looks at the middle-aged scholar again and says:

"I also have to thank Mr. Liu for that year, otherwise Zhou Cheng would probably have stayed in the pigsty for a lifetime."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar is named Liu Wen.

Liu Wen smiles lightly upon hearing this, his eyes seeming to squint into a line even more.

"Eighth Master, you are too polite; don't thank a servant like me, just remember the kindness of Lu Shaobao."

Zhou Cheng says sincerely:

"Lu Shaobao's kindness, Zhou Cheng will naturally keep in mind and be grateful."

Liu Wen's gaze turns to the street corner, where the Imperial Guard, already prepared, is waiting, and he reminds softly:

"Eighth Master, don't delay; go into the palace; the current Son of Heaven is still waiting."

Zhou Cheng laughs freely, but there is endless hatred hidden in that smile.

His eyes pass through the street, as if piercing through the barrier of time and space, looking at the palace where he grew up, his tone indifferent:

"Second brother was indeed not thin to me back then; not only did he want me to eat three meals of swill every day, naked, live in a pigsty, but he also matched me with a royal concubine and gave me the title of Pig Emperor."

"It is worthy of being as heavy as a mountain!"

Chen Ji's tears cannot stop after hearing this, recalling the two years in the Imperial Clan Court, the humiliation and torture his master suffered, making his heart ache.

The so-called royal concubine was actually a big sow; this was what kind of insult and trampling on Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng's tone is already as cold as ice, and he continues to say:

"This time, the younger brother enters the capital and will naturally repay it a hundredfold."

Zhou Cheng and the three walk toward the three thousand Imperial Guards ready to go, and they mount their horses.

The momentum is solemn, entering the Meridian Gate one after another.

Murderous!

Wei Gao looks at these squads of soldiers in bright armor, feeling curious, and turns to Liu Wen, asking: "Mr. Liu, how can you cultivate this batch of dead soldiers under Zhou Zhen's nose?"

Liu Wen smiles lightly: "What's difficult about this; Wei Ye also looks down on me, Liu Wen, too much."

Wei Gao nods deeply.

He naturally knows Liu Wen's ability!

He was the person in charge of logistics for the Lu family army in the North, responsible for money and grain.

The military supplies of the Lu family army were all his responsibility, and there was never a mistake.

And this person is unscrupulous to achieve his goals, hurting the harmony of heaven.

Known as the Poisonous Scholar!

Sometimes Lu Chen could only say helplessly: "Things haven't reached the point where Liu Wen needs to be invited out."

Wei Gao laughs:

"With you, Liu Wen, here, even if you said the current princess is your daughter one day, I wouldn't find it strange."

Liu Wen is stunned, then says leisurely:

"In fact, it is also very simple; I am a wealthy businessman with a clean identity in the capital, willing to spend money and effort to help him cultivate the Imperial Guard; it is not a simple matter to insert some people."

Wei Gao nods, saying it is simple, but the details are extremely complex.

Wei Gao seems to think of another question.

"Why did you arrange it like this this time?"

Liu Wen smiles and says:

"What we are planning is only ten years of spring and autumn; just ten years."

"Coming out of the North, sweeping the world!"

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 106 =====