Chapter 113 Sword dancing, assassinating the imperial envoy

Li Qingxuan walked into the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. From the beginning to the end, no one came out to greet him except a housekeeper.

"Please come this way."

The housekeeper took Li Qingxuan to a lobby.

I saw that the right general and other generals were already seated.

"King You is here."

The right general raised his hand casually.

A general was about to stand up and salute when a colleague next to him pulled his sleeves, winked, and immediately sat down obediently.

Many people had sarcasm on their faces.

What they looked down upon most was the imperial envoy. Of those officials who had come from the capital in the past, none of them came to the border without trepidation.

Even if King Zhenbei sneezes, his calves will tremble with fear.

"Your Highness, please take a seat."

The right general pointed to Li Qingxuan's position.

The dignified imperial envoy is here, but Zhenbei hasn't shown up yet. He wants to give himself a slap in the face.

Li Qingxuan didn't speak and sat down in his seat.

Any arrogant attitude of King Zhenbei now will become the reason for Li Qingxuan to kill him in the future.

"The King of Zhenbei has arrived."

As the roll call sounded, Zhenbei Wang Long Xiang, wearing a Confucian shirt, walked over.

The king of Zhenbei has a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. He has the elegance of a scholar and the aura of a military commander. Mixed together, he is awe-inspiring and inviolable. He is the kind of person in power who is born to hold a high position, and has an extraordinary appearance.

Li Qingxuan looked at the Zhenbei King. In terms of appearance and bearing, the Zhenbei King was indeed impeccable.

All the generals in the hall stood up in unison. The scene was completely different from the scene when Li Qingxuan entered the room just now.

Li Qingxuan naturally sat there without moving.

He is an imperial envoy, representing the emperor, and even if he does not have the status of imperial envoy, as a prince, his status is actually higher than that of King Zhenbei.

"Meet the King of Zhenbei."

Everyone saluted in unison.

But the right general on the opposite side had his eyes on Li Qingxuan.

"Your Highness, King You, the King of Zhenbei has made outstanding achievements in protecting his family and country. Don't you still deserve your respect?"

Li Qingxuan was stunned when he heard this.

I am a dignified imperial envoy. It's fine that the King of Zhenbei doesn't pay me a visit. Do I still have to pay homage to him?

He immediately snorted: "According to your theory, when His Majesty sees the King of Zhenbei, does he also have to salute?"

"My prince has made great achievements in battle. The emperor gives my prince a salute. My prince deserves it."

Li Qingxuan laughed angrily when he heard General Right's words.

How arrogant do you have to be to say such a thing?

"Idiot."

Li Qingxuan snorted coldly, not bothering to defend himself against this idiot.

But it can also be seen from this that King Zhenbei's subordinates only recognize King Zhenbei but not the imperial power. Sooner or later, something will happen.

Originally, Li Qingxuan was still thinking that the other party's guarding the border was a hero of Daxia, and he was hesitant about how to deal with King Zhenbei.

But now it seems that the existence of King Zhenbei does more harm than good.

Although he was able to fight off the wolf Bei Yuan, he had turned into a tiger.

"What did you say?"

The right general slapped the table, causing an uproar in the hall.

No one thought that Li Qingxuan would actually say such two words, which was quite bold.

"It seems that King You is a bit inflated by his status as the empress's husband."

"It's a pity that he doesn't know the King of Zhenbei very well. I remember that three years ago, an imperial envoy put on airs in front of the King of Zhenbei. As a result, he was chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs. From then on, all the officials from the capital kept their tail between their legs."

"As time goes by, it seems that some people have forgotten how scary King Zhenbei is."

Everyone was talking quietly.

"Don't be rude to the imperial envoy."

King Zhenbei said calmly, and at the same time pressed his hands to indicate that everyone could sit down.

"I caught a cold yesterday and felt unwell. I did not go out of the city to greet the imperial envoy in person. I hope you will forgive me."

King Zhenbei said.

At the same time, he raised his glass.

"Let's raise a glass together and welcome the arrival of the imperial envoy!"

"King Zhenbei is welcome."

Li Qingxuan also raised his glass.

He wanted to see what tricks the Zhenbei King was playing.

"Speaking of which, I am guarding the border, and the imperial court has sent imperial envoys here several times."

"It is a pity that several ministers did not listen to my king's advice and were assassinated by Beiyuan assassins."

"Now that I think about it, it's really a pity. They should be more sensible and follow my advice. How could they end up in such a miserable way?"

King Zhenbei said, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

Li Qingxuan smiled slightly.

"It's really pitiful that those ministers died. If I know who the murderer is, I will definitely avenge them."

"I'm afraid that the Imperial Envoy, Ni Bodhisattva, won't be able to protect himself when he crosses the river."

King Zhenbei laughed.

"Drinking."

As he spoke, he raised his glass again.

After drinking for three rounds, the right general suddenly handed him over.

"My lord, just drinking is boring. Why don't you let someone perform a sword dance to help you enjoy the wine?"

"Okay, General Right's proposal is exactly what I want."

After a while, three men came up, all of them mighty and majestic.

"They are three eighth-grade ones."

Qin Xiaomo whispered to Li Qingxuan.

Li Qingxuan nodded and thought to himself: "This King of Zhenbei is such a big deal."

"King Zhenbei, aren't all women here to dance the sword? Why is it that the one who comes up is a man?"

Li Qingxuan asked deliberately.

"The sword in a man's hand is fast and can kill people... No, the dancing sword is beautiful."

King Zhenbei pretended to let something slip on purpose and looked at Li Qingxuan with a half-smile.

Unfortunately, he didn't see the frightened expression he wanted on Li Qingxuan's face, which made him slightly disappointed.

now. The three men had already begun to dance with their swords. The whole hall was filled with cold light, sword energy whistling, and even the wine glasses were filled with the shadow of the sword.

"I heard that the imperial envoy was investigating General Zhao Wenlong's affairs, but it's a pity that he didn't recognize the reality. In this frontier, the King of Zhenbei is the king. The imperial envoy can't even save his own life, how can he redress the injustice of others."

A general looked at everything in the field coldly, with sarcasm on his lips.

As Zhao Wenlong's old subordinate, he saw with his own eyes how the King of Zhenbei covered the sky with one hand at the border, and he understood even more clearly that it was even harder to overthrow the King of Zhenbei than to reach the sky.

Just when Li Qingxuan raised the wine glass to his lips, there was a sound of sword.

The sword in the man's hand suddenly came out of his hand and flew straight towards Li Qingxuan's position.

Many of the escort girls in the venue were already screaming.

The generals had different expressions. They knew that the finale was finally here.