Chapter 14 A real poisoner meets a pretender
Chu Pingsheng strode into the Fushou Hall. Hou Tonghai and Liang Ziweng, who were sitting by the door, looked unhappy. They surrounded the palace to look for this kid. All afternoon, my legs were almost broken, and I didn't even see a shadow. Now it's time to have dinner, and he came leisurely?
Wanyan Honglie laughed and said: "Mr. Chu, did you know that Liang Ziweng and Hou Tonghai have been looking for you all afternoon."
"Oh, I went shopping on the street in the afternoon. Not in the palace.”
Chu Pingsheng didn’t show any politeness and went straight to the empty seat on Wanyan Honglie’s left and sat down.
Hou Tonghai was so angry that a blush appeared on his forehead: "Didn't you say you wanted to visit the palace?"
Chu Pingsheng smiled and said: "Can't I change my mind temporarily? I'm not a prisoner, is it possible? Where should I go to report to you?”
Hou Tonghai was speechless. Wanyan Honglie asked him and Liang Ziwen to keep an eye on this kid, but Chu Pingsheng was clearly a guest of the Sixth Prince.
“Am I wrong? Sixth Prince?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
What can Wanyan Honglie do? Tell the truth? All he could do was nod in agreement.
Chu Pingsheng looked at Master Lingzhi who was sitting diagonally across from him and said, "Great monk, do you want to tell me whether Hou Tonghai and Liang Ziwen deserve to have their legs broken when they come to me?"
This The great lama from the Western Regions was a straightforward man and didn't know much about the ways of the world, but he actually nodded.
“Yes.”
I did my duty.
I am loyal.
I call the palace my home.
I walked around in circles, wishing I could go into the princess's room and look for someone under the bed, but in the end I was told that I deserved it?
Liang Ziweng was so angry that he trembled while stroking the white hair with his hand, and pulled out a few more hairs that were already few. The corners of his mouth twitched in pain. He looked at Wanyan Honglie with a look of grievance, hoping that six The prince can make the decision for them.
“Hey, don’t worry about these little things.”
Wanyan Honglie comforted him with warm words, quickly changed the subject, and waved to the romantic young master on his right: "Mr. Chu, let me introduce to you. This is the young master of White Camel Villa, Mr. Ouyang, whom I invited from the Western Regions. He is looking for Regarding the matter of Wu Mu’s suicide note, I hope that you two will cooperate sincerely and help each other.”
Chu Pingsheng glanced at Master Lingzhi and Peng Lianhu, and saw that they had calm faces. He must have been there before he arrived. Wanyan Honglie had already told several people in the hall about the information related to Wu Mu's suicide note.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will do my best to help Your Majesty obtain Wu Mu's suicide note." After Ouyang Ke expressed his loyalty, he glanced at Chu Pingsheng, cupped his fists and said, "Young Master Chu, I have admired you for a long time."
"Master Ouyang."
Chu Pingsheng returned the gift.
"I heard that Mr. Chu showed his prowess in the ring yesterday and defeated several masters in a row. I admire him very much."
"Humph!"
Peng Lianhu snorted coldly, showing displeasure.
Although it was obvious to all that he and Master Lingzhi were defeated by Chu Pingsheng, the two of them were not convinced. Winning with a foreign substance like poison was not a hero.
Chu Pingsheng glanced at him coldly: "Are you not convinced?"
"I don't accept it." Peng Lianhu said: "If you have the guts, don't use poison. Let's compete again."
Ouyang Ke showed his folding fan: "So Mr. Chu is good at using poison?"
Chu Pingsheng said: "No, no, I am good at using medicine and poison."
Is there any difference between these two words?
Everyone present was confused, including the two people lying on the roof eavesdropping.
Huang Rong, who no longer dressed up as a beggar and regained her daughter's body, asked in a low voice: "Brother Jing, is there any difference between being good at using poison and being good at using poison?"
Guo Jing scratched his scalp: "I I don’t know much about the difference between these two words. Since Mr. Chu said they are different, he has a reason.”
“What reason does he have for helping Wanyan Honglie find it?” Wu Mu's suicide note, I think you and Taoist Wang were deceived by him." Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him angrily, feeling extremely helpless. This brother Jing whom she met in Zhangjiakou was too easy to trust.
"Really? Why do I feel that things are not as simple as you see."
"Then tell me, what is the difference between him and those people?" "..."
Guo Jing couldn’t answer.
Yesterday, he was able to move soon after taking the medicine. In the evening, he saw the little red horse and went outside the city to look for Brother Huang. Then he found the little beggar who was chased all over the street by his boss for stealing steamed buns. He was wearing a white dress and stood up. On the bow of the boat, there was a pretty, charming little girl.
After some tiring, the two returned to the inn. Wang Chuyi also returned to normal at nightfall and was able to move freely.
They originally planned to go to Chu Pingsheng the next day to inquire about the whereabouts of Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci. However, after asking the innkeeper, they found out that Chu Pingsheng was taken away by people from the palace last night and has not returned yet. .
Guo Jing became anxious and believed that Chu Pingsheng had been arrested by Wanyan Honglie, so he discussed with Wang Chuyi to find a way to save Chu Pingsheng.
The three of them made some plans and decided to visit the palace at night and act according to the opportunity. So as soon as it got dark, Huang Rong and Guo Jing sneaked in secretly and followed the footsteps of brothers Sha Tongtian and Hou Tonghai to the Fushou Hall to eavesdrop. Wanyan Honglie plotted against Wu Mu's suicide note.
"Daozhang Wang has been gone for so long, why is there no news?"
Huang Rong did not answer this question, suddenly touched his arm and whispered: "Brother Jing, there is a good show. "Look."
Guo Jing looked at the Fushou Hall and saw the young master of White Camel Villa looking at Chu Pingsheng with a smile.
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Chu."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Chu Pingsheng replied calmly, got up and walked out of the hall.
"Rong'er, why did they two... fight?"
Huang Rong said: "That Ouyang Ke should be the nephew of the old poisoner. I heard that Chu Pingsheng is very powerful in his poisoning skills. Then Definitely have to try his depth.”
"Old Poison?"
"West Poison Ouyang Feng, don't you know?"
Guo Jing shook his head. He was new to the world. How could he know this? The most powerful person in his impression was the one who followed him. His seven masters fought to a draw, Qiu Chuji and Heifeng were both defeated.
Huang Rong really wanted to give him some hard knowledge about today's martial arts, but she was afraid of missing the battle between Chu Pingsheng and Ouyang Ke, so she could only interrupt the topic forcibly, thinking that it wouldn't be too late to talk about it later.
At this time, Chu Pingsheng and Ouyang Ke had arrived in the courtyard, and Wanyan Honglie and Master Lingzhi also followed them out.
Ouyang Ke is the nephew of Ouyang Feng, a Western poisoner. Needless to say, he is good at using poison to detoxify. Chu Pingsheng's attempt to defeat Ouyang Ke with just his martial arts training is all nonsense.
Peng Lianhu, Master Lingzhi, Liang Ziweng and Hou Tonghai were either poisoned by Chu Pingsheng or made him angry. Now Ouyang Ke wants to compete with that kid for ranking, then Aren't you just gearing up and waiting to see him make a fool of yourself?
"Hmph, as long as Ouyang Ke breaks his poisonous skills, you won't have to be afraid of him in the future." Sha Tongtian said bitterly.
Hou Tonghai also chimed in: "With his three-legged cat's ability to make light bodies, let's see if I don't fool him around."
"..."
In front of the stone steps, Ouyang Ke had already taken a pose, holding a folding fan with his hand, a smile on his lips, his posture was calm and leisurely.
"Mr. Chu, how old am I? You go first."
"Young master, you are too polite."
Chu Pingsheng saw that he could pretend so well, and his mind went crazy. An evil thought occurred to me.
“Wait a minute.”
"What's wrong?"
"It's really boring for you and me to compete like this. Why don't we get some luck and cheer up the interest? What do you think, young owner?"
Ouyang Ke shook his head twice. The folding fan snaps shut.
“A good idea, but I don’t know what kind of bonus Mr. Chu wants?”
(End of this chapter)