The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"This is compensation for the stone table." He spoke casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Then he picked up another card: "This one is for the money you owe me for my medicine."

Finally, he slowly tossed down the second silver note, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He paused deliberately, met the young master's murderous gaze, and said in a flippant yet incredibly insulting tone, "This one... consider it my reward to you."

To be honest, I actually got the short end of the stick!

I just went to so much trouble to make you so happy.

But all I can do is go back and take a cold shower!

By the way, next time, be more confident and wear a chest binder?

"You didn't have any, so what are you tying up!"

After saying that, he ignored the mess in the courtyard and looked away from the "young master" who was filled with shame and indignation but was also powerless. He turned around and walked straight out of the courtyard gate.

Every step he took seemed to tread on the broken self-esteem of the "young master".

She watched as he was about to walk out of the courtyard gate and disappear completely from her sight.

"You audacious wretch, you're not allowed to leave!"

The young master on the ground, seemingly finding strength from nowhere, struggled to prop himself up with his arms, which were weak and sore from passion.

She raised her head, and through the mess of banknotes and broken stone chips on the ground, stared intently at Wang Meng's resolute back with an incredibly complex gaze.

But her body still lingered with the shiver of exhaustion after the orgasm.

Her shameful moans still echoed in her mind.

"You audacious lowly commoner, I... this young master... will kill you!"

But just then, a very faint whooshing sound suddenly came from behind Wang Meng! Mei, are you free? Lin, are you free?

Wang Meng paused, without turning his head, and simply scooped up the flying object with his backhand, catching it firmly in his hand.

It was a neatly folded brocade handkerchief, still carrying a trace of the woman's body warmth and fragrance.

He unfolded the handkerchief, and there were several lines of words written on it in delicate yet slightly sharp handwriting.

That handkerchief was not ordinary silk, but the finest Shu brocade, warm to the touch, and embroidered with a phoenix rising from the ashes with gold thread, making it exceptionally luxurious.

Clearly, this is not a complete letter, but more like the beginning of a letter or a piece of evidence.

Above it, there was no ordinary signature, only eight sharp characters, like the cry of a phoenix piercing blood: "The Emperor's Journey to the Purple Palace, the Phoenix's Cry Across the Nine Heavens."

These eight characters don't describe fame, but rather power!

Wang Meng understood immediately!

The four characters “宸游紫阙” seem incredibly treasonous at first glance!

The Purple Palace is the residence of the emperor, a place where true dragons dwell.

Who in the world dares to presume to claim they "travel" within it?

This is no ordinary overstepping of authority; it is tantamount to treason!

But this isn't about one person; it's about a phoenix and a dragon!

What no one in the world can ignore today is the "two emperors ruling" structure in the Forbidden City of the Tang Dynasty!

The so-called "Imperial Tour" is not a leisurely trip, but rather a journey in which one acts as the master, standing shoulder to shoulder with the true dragon emperor and sharing the power to rule the world!

The person who wrote these four words was not coveting the small space of the harem; she was declaring to the world that the entire harem was now her leisurely backyard!

The four characters "Phoenix Cries in the Nine Heavens" made Wang Meng feel a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!

The cry of the phoenix is ​​an auspicious sign.

But where is the trace of peace and tranquility in the "phoenix cry" on this handkerchief?

The handwriting was sharp as a knife, penetrating the paper, clearly resembling a phoenix's beak. Its sound was not melodious celestial music, but a decree that could change the world's fortunes and make all officials bow down in obedience!

The cry of the phoenix is ​​so powerful that it overwhelms the four seas, and its authority is enough to terrify the nine heavens!

This is no longer about swimming with dragons, but about the phoenix suppressing the dragon!

The cry of this phoenix has become the will of the world!

This isn't an implication, it's an explicit statement!

When the two sentences were combined, Wang Meng felt that the handkerchief in his hand was no longer a light and airy silk, but an imperial edict that could crush him to pieces!

He could almost see a peerless empress in a phoenix robe, coldly watching this corner of Jiangnan from the distant, magnificent capital of Luoyang.

These mere eight characters have revealed the identity of the letter writer!

Below, the recipient's name sent a shockwave through him. A line of delicate handwriting, yet it carried the weight of a thousand pounds: "To, Li Qiushui of Langhuan Jade Cave!"

Others do not know who Li Qiushui is.

How could Wang Meng not know?

But... no matter how powerful it is, it's still just a silk handkerchief.

Wang Meng walked out of the courtyard with an indifferent expression.

At the courtyard gate, the dozen or so guards had already arrived upon hearing the commotion and completely surrounded the exit.

Seeing the blood on Wang Meng's lips and the bloodstains on his clothes, and recalling their "young master's" scream and subsequent silence, their faces were filled with murderous intent, their eyes gleaming with malice, and the hilts of their knives were gripped so tightly they turned white.

Faced with this boiling murderous aura, Wang Meng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply raised his hand slowly and gently waved the handkerchief, still warm and fragrant with the woman's body heat, in front of everyone.

The brocade handkerchief embroidered with "Imperial Tour to the Purple Palace, Phoenix Cries in the Nine Heavens" shimmered with a golden light under the moonlight.

In an instant, the whole world was quiet.

The murderous intent on the faces of the dozen or so guards vanished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.

Instead, there was endless, bone-deep horror and fear!

Their pupils shrank to pinpoints in an instant, their hands gripping the knife hilts involuntarily loosened, and their bodies, as if stripped of their backbone, staggered back a large step in unison.

They all hung their heads low, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Wang Meng clicked his tongue softly. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible hammer blow that struck the hearts of every guard.

He casually stuffed the token, which was enough to stir up a bloodbath in the entire Jiangnan martial arts world, into his still blood-stained bosom as if it were a handkerchief to wipe away sweat.

Finally, he put his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, and walked steadily, showing no trace of the dishevelment he had shown when he took that kick. Instead, he seemed like an old immortal who had ascended to heaven and was now surveying the mortal world. He strolled leisurely through the group of silent guards and headed towards the inner hall of the manor.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when Wu Ma appeared a few steps behind him, like a weightless shadow, silently following him.

She still had that expressionless look on her face.

Wang Meng did not stop walking, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Wu Ma behind him out of the corner of his eye.

This woman, with her ordinary face and always meticulously styled hair, who looked no different from any stewardess in a wealthy household, was the one he couldn't understand the most in this Mantuo Manor.

All he knew was that Wu Ma's martial arts skills were unfathomable and that she was Li Qingluo's most loyal subordinate.

But every time Wang Meng saw her, a strange thought would arise in his mind—she was hiding something.

Her silence was not submission, but a silent scrutiny.

Her expressionless face wasn't numbness, but rather a concealment of all her inner turmoil beneath those unfathomable depths.

Where did you go?

Aunt Wu?

Wang Meng didn't stop walking, and his voice was calm and unremarkable, as if he were asking what he had for dinner that night.

But out of the corner of his eye, he kept his eyes fixed on Wu Ma's expressionless face, not missing the slightest change.

The night breeze swept through the long corridor, fluttering the hems of their clothes.

Wu Ma maintained her unhurried pace, following three steps behind him. This distance was both the duty of a servant and the optimal distance to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

After a long while, just when Wang Meng thought she wouldn't answer, a flat, emotionless voice came softly from behind him: "This servant didn't go anywhere."

Wu Ma paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, but when she spoke again, her words were like a sharp, icy blade, precisely and cruelly dissecting all of Wang Meng's pretense: "...standing under that crabapple tree, watching you, toying with that prince."

"Your Highness?"

For the first time, Wang Meng's steps truly came to a halt.

He turned halfway around, his back to the inner room, and looked directly at Wu Ma.

Wu Ma's face didn't twitch at all; her calm, still eyes simply looked back at him, as if stating the fact that the weather was nice that day.

"Empress Wu Zetian's most favored daughter—Princess Taiping!"

After listening, Wang Meng fell silent.

But there was no fear or panic on his face.

Then, he slowly nodded, a strange smile on his face that seemed to be both approval and sarcasm.

He smacked his lips, and in a tone as if praising a fine dish, slowly but clearly uttered a few words: "Princess Taiping...?" "Yes, indeed..."

"It's quite flat."

"She's a princess, I should have given her more!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dare to have a contest with Lao Ai!

Inside the tranquil guest room, the atmosphere was completely different.

Inside the villa, the melodious and continuous chimes were ringing out one after another.

But this commotion and frenzy had absolutely nothing to do with Ning Zhongze.

She had absolutely no interest in attending any of that ridiculous auction at that moment.

All her attention, all her mind, and even all her vigilance were focused on the uninvited "guest" in the room.

That's a woman.

A woman who is breathtakingly beautiful and dangerously dangerous.