Infinite Throne

   Chapter 863 Is this a showdown?

   Zhennan Wangfu.

  In the main hall.

  It is resplendent, like a palace.

  The dragon stone pillars are carved one by one, painted with gold paint, and the dragon heads are ferocious and lifelike.

  The carved dragon stone pillars are lit with copper lamps. Every corner of the main hall is filled with light, and there are almost no dark corners.

  Irin's shadow moved along the stone pillar, and quickly hid on the beam.

  Irin realized something was wrong as soon as he got on the beam.

  A group of men in black were crouching on the beams of the house, like hibernating turtles, holding their breath and motionless.

   "Are you actually avoiding the perception of psychic power? What skill, Turtle Breath Dafa?"

  Irin was taken aback.

  These men in black are small and thin, with bulging waists and hidden weapons. They are hidden in the dark, like shadows, it is difficult to detect.

   "These are the professional assassins in the Bodhisattva Building?"

   Yi Rin ran to the top of their heads, counting the heads, while secretly speculating that there were twenty assassins hiding on the beam of the palace of Zhennan Wangfu.

   Are these assassins here to assassinate King Zhennan...or are they from King Zhennan?

   estimates that the latter is more likely.

   They have the means to shield spiritual consciousness, and they are really professional.

   Yi Rin silently praised the dedication of more than 20 people, and ignored them for the time being.

   This kind of person really can't make Yi Rin feel a sense of crisis.

  Assassin Assassin, it is called an assassin when it hides. Once exposed under the eyes of Yilin, it is similar to an experience pack.

  Speaking of which, Yi Rin was a little interested in their stealth technique.

   Of course, it's only "slightly interested", and I don't really want it.

   His two stealth skills, as long as they don't encounter too outrageous existences, can be unimpeded anywhere. Learning their stealth methods is just the icing on the cake and optional. He has too much knowledge to ponder now, and he has to pick and choose.

   below.

   There is no one else in the empty hall except for the uncle and nephew.

  …It seems that no one is there, but in fact there are many people on the beam.

   King Zhennan, wearing a robe with a chest and a brocade, sat lazily on the soft and beautiful couch above the main hall with an undefended posture.

   In front of King Zhennan, a horizontal table and a soft blanket had already been set up. There are cakes, fruits and water on the horizontal table.

  “hiccup~”

  Xia Xiaoman looked at the delicate pastries on the table, subconsciously hiccupped, and lost his appetite.

   He had just been filled with the late-night snack that Irin brought, and now he feels sick and sick when he sees the food.

   King of Zhennan: "?"

   He obviously heard the burp.

   "Cough, Xiaoman has seen Uncle Huang."

  Xia Xiaoman, according to his seniority, performed the royal ceremony.

"You and my uncle and nephew, don't be too polite, sit down." King Zhennan flicked his long sleeves and said with a smile: "Uncle Huang thought that my good niece was hungry late at night, but unexpectedly, niece, you came here with a full stomach. But Bai let Uncle Huang worry about me."

  Xia Xiaoman's pretty face was slightly red, a little embarrassed, but he still sat down according to the words.

  Xia Xiaoman: "…"

   King of Zhennan: "…"

After    these words, the uncle and nephew fell into an awkward silence.

   Really embarrassing.

  Irin felt it on the beam.

  If he changed the place, he might be able to pull out a villa.

   While mourning for Xia Xiaoman's awkward atmosphere, Yi Rin looked at King Zhennan at the same time.

   When Yi Rin was walking around the city before, she had glanced at King Zhennan from a distance.

   King Zhennan has a bulging forehead, thin eyebrows, and long and narrow eyes that hide his light. The body is slender and long, and likes to take two steps and half a step when walking. What impresses Yi Rin most is that King Zhennan wears a sapphire wrench on his right thumb. He has a habit of rubbing the wrench on his thumb with his index finger. This strange, almost awkward posture makes Yi Rin. It's hard not to be impressed by looking at it.

finally.

   King Zhennan broke the silence.

   He rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb with a strange gesture, and swayed in the hall with a heavy voice.

   "This parting is thirteen years."

   King Zhennan's cheekbones and forehead were high and convex, and candles flickered around, casting a mottled shadow on King Zhennan's face. It was obviously an expression of sighing and nostalgia, but when it fell on his face, it seemed a bit gloomy.

   "Yes, Uncle Huang..." Xia Xiaoman replied crisply, "It's been thirteen years."

"This king still clearly remembers that in that year, you were still young and ignorant. But your younger brother has already stepped on the throne." King Zhennan's eyes fell to the empty space, as if recalling the lively scene of the crowded streets at that time. : "That day, the huge Qingdu celebrated for the new emperor's enthronement. On that day, Concubine Shu held the still young new emperor and ascended the throne step by step. The king still remembers such a scene. Oh, sorry, things are different, the former Concubine Shu is now the Empress Dowager."

   "Crack." Xia Xiaoman gritted his silver teeth and made a crisp sound.

   King Zhennan's words were like needles, poking Xia Xiaoman's sore spot with a single stroke, and it hurt even more.

King Zhennan was still talking to himself, he stretched out his hand forward, staring at the light and shadow between his fingers with blurry eyes, as if trying to grasp something, and murmured: "One step, one step, one step, one step... Ben The king still remembers that they ascended the Golden Thrall Palace and walked a total of ninety-nine steps to the sky."

   "Call..."

  Xia Xiaoman took a long breath. When she heard King Zhennan talk about "Concubine Shu", she couldn't hold back her mind. She tried her best to suppress the inner turmoil and maintain the calm on the surface. After the voice of King Zhennan fell, she praised unsavoury: "Uncle Huang has a good memory."

   After saying this, Xia Xiaoman felt a mess in his heart.

   She had a lot of questions to ask, but she didn't know what to ask.

   She had a good impression of this uncle when she was a child, smiling all day long, with a gentle and refined appearance.

   Seeing each other after thirteen years, she always felt that there was something more on Uncle Huang, a feeling that she couldn't tell the truth.

   At this moment, in Xia Xiaoman's mind, inexplicably remembered what that **** Lin Yi said.

   Uncle Huang wants to rebel?

  Uncle Huang, he really wants to rebel?

   Before meeting King Zhennan again, Xia Xiaoman, no matter what, would find it difficult to associate the "rebellion" with the uncle who was gentle and refined in his memory, who was well-spoken, and who was obsessed with watching the snowy moon and flowers all day long. She doesn't believe it, she really doesn't believe it. But this time, the impression of King Zhennan on Xia Xiaoman, coupled with Lin Yi's words that sounded like magic, made Xia Xiaoman feel the slightest suspicion.

  When Xia Xiaoman was thinking wildly, King Zhennan's blurred eyes refocused and focused on Xia Xiaoman.

   "Niece, you have grown up." King Zhennan smiled slightly: "Uncle Huang thinks that you have reached the age to understand right and wrong and distinguish between black and white."

  Xia Xiaoman was taken aback for a moment: "Why did Uncle Huang say this?"

  The King of Zhennan suddenly stood up from the Xiu couch, his breath swelled, causing the candlelight in the copper lamp in the hall to shake wildly, as if it would go out at any time.

"You and my uncle and nephew have a fight. Uncle Huang thinks about it and thinks that he has something on his mind that he can't hide from you." King Zhennan walked down from the height and walked to Xia Xiaoman step by step: "In your opinion, under the heavens , who is qualified to sit on the dragon chair of the Golden Palace and sit on the throne of the emperor?"

   Ah this?

   On the beam of the house, a thin shadow swayed slightly.

   King Zhennan suddenly said these words, which also surprised Yi Rin.

  This is a showdown?

   Are you anxious?

   How many years did it take?

   (end of this chapter)