Chapter 357: breath of death
Chapter 357 Breath of Death
"I also ask Her Royal Highness to send six million taels of silver as soon as possible. Of course, if there are not enough manpower, the emperor can send some help."
Hearing this, everyone was puzzled, what is the relationship between sending money and sending people to help? Besides, what help?
"Help...what can I do?" Although she knew that Jun Li had bad intentions, Huang Zhanwu couldn't help asking in doubt.
Glanced at her faintly, Jun Li had a faint, unpredictable smile in his eyes.
"Of course, I'm afraid that there will be too much money, and your people won't be able to move it, Your Majesty the Empress."
After the words fell, the corners of Huang Zhanwu's mouth twitched, and she really wanted to slap her in the face to make her talk too much!
Drinking sullenly, Huang Zhanwu felt that no matter what Jun Li said, it was better for her not to speak, lest she be blocked again.
Junli also didn't intend to speak to Huang Zhanwu, but turned his head to look at Qin Muyuan, who had no expression on his face, and slightly curled his lips, "The eldest prince should have some rare treasures, right? There won't be enough manpower at that time, remember to send someone over Tell me, I will definitely send someone to help as soon as possible."
Qin Muyuan's mouth twitched slightly, with a respectful expression on his face, and he couldn't tell anything unusual, "Thank you for your kindness. If there are not enough manpower at that time, my prince will definitely send someone over to notify you as soon as possible."
Although he said so on his lips, he was thinking in his heart whether he should sneak away in two days, and then come to denial?
But what Qin Muyuan didn't expect was that on the second day, rumors spread throughout the capital of Beirong Kingdom that he owed Junli six million taels of silver, and refused to admit it. The identity of the crown prince!
Moreover, the news was spreading towards the West Qin Kingdom and even other countries at the speed of the wind, making Qin Muyuan complain endlessly. It is impossible to come to a dead end...
Jun Li nodded lightly, but he was thinking in his heart that he must send someone to spread the news tomorrow morning, so that Qin Muyuan would not deny it afterwards!
After what happened just now, the scene quickly became lively again. Of course, the only ones who really got excited were the ministers of the Beirong Kingdom. As for the envoys of West Qin, Dongyue and Zhongyi, they are worrying about a large sum of money owed, so how can they have the time to enjoy singing and dancing!
Slowly, the envoys with sad faces began to be moved by the lively atmosphere of the scene, and began to enjoy the singing and dancing intently.
Jun Li has a faint smile on his lips from beginning to end, but his vigilance is wide open, paying attention to the surrounding situation from time to time.
The banquet is almost over. It stands to reason that people from the Yin race should have arrived, but now no one shows up. Could it be that they changed their plans?
Just as he was thinking, he saw a black figure leaping up from the floor below like a roc spreading its wings.
Jun Li frowned, but it was Hei Yan, the leader of the secret guard.
Before the surrounding guards could react, Hei Yan had already come to Junli's side in an instant, leaning over and whispering something.
Seeing this, the guards quickly retreated.
Although they didn't know Hei Yan, they could tell from her respectful appearance that she was not an assassin!
Hei Yan whispered a few words, then waited for Junli's order.
Jun Li thought for a while, looked at the minister in sight, and then nodded slightly.
Hei Yan naturally understood what she meant, and in an instant, he had disappeared beside Junli.
The people present didn't understand what happened, but seeing Jun Li's slight frown, they knew that something must have happened!
Sensing the silence of the scene, Jun Li slightly curled his lips, glanced lightly at the scene and stood in the middle of the field, stopped dancing, with some bewildered men on his face, "Why aren't you dancing anymore?"
After the words fell, the men were startled, only then did they realize the gaffe at this time, and hurriedly continued to dance that graceful dance.
It's just that the dance steps are out of order, so how can I have the calmness just now?
Seeing this, Jun Li waved his hand lightly, motioning for them to back down.
The singing and dancing stopped, and everyone faintly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but they didn't dare to speak, they just lowered their heads and drank the fine wine in front of them.
After a while, everyone heard the faint noise of "there is an assassin, catch the assassin" from the floor below. The ministers who were leaning on the railing turned their heads and looked down, only to vaguely see the torches below, which were all over the ground and kept moving. As for how many people there are, it is unclear.
After a while, I saw those torches surrounded the entire observation building, and then a lot of torches came, moving towards the observation building one by one.
Seeing this, the ministers were shocked.
Being able to dispatch so many guards, it must be that the assassins this time are either large in number or high in martial arts.
Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in my heart.
Turning her head to look at Junli, she saw her expression as usual, drinking alone.
The ministers were unpredictable, but seeing Junli's calm appearance, he had to forcefully let go of his anxiety and sat in his seat calmly.
The noise below slowly approached the ninety-nine floor as time passed.
The ministers felt uneasy and glanced under the railing again. It's okay if you don't look at it, but the ministers were shocked when they saw it.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The minister shivered and pointed down, "No, no... torch...."
After the words fell, many ministers who didn't know why hurriedly walked to the railing and looked down.
I saw that the surroundings of the observation building were pitch-black, without a trace of light, and everything seemed so quiet, completely different from the noise just now.
Even the sounds that were originally close to the ninety-nine-floor building disappeared in an instant.
I don't know how long it has passed, but seeing that Hei Yan has not come back, Junli can't help frowning.
Concentrate your internal energy and listen carefully to the movement below, but everything is quiet and weird. Even the chirping of birds and cicadas seemed to disappear without a trace.
Everyone felt the weirdness of the atmosphere, and they didn't dare to take a breath.
Nangong Lingyan, who had lived on the battlefield all year round, frowned slightly, and vaguely sensed a breath.
That is…
The breath of death...
So close, so close...
Picking up a few silver chopsticks on the table in front of him without a trace, slowly holding them in his hands, a look of solemnity flashed across his face.
Huang Zhanwu tightly held the jade flute made of high-quality mutton jade in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, with a bloodthirsty coldness that was different from that in front of Junli.
Qin Muyuan glanced around subconsciously, but found no weapon. He couldn't help frowning, took the knife used to peel fruit from the attendant, and hid it in his sleeve.
Master Ye did not know when there was an extra folding fan in his hand, and he held it tightly in his hand. His face was not like the usual cynicism.
Shi Feng tightly held the broadsword at the side, this is the privilege Junli gave her, she can walk with weapons in the palace.
(end of this chapter)