The First Lackey Under The Empress

Zhao Du'an had half his body leaning out of the window upstairs in Zhao Du.

Gazes gathered from all around, filled with anticipation.

But when he casually uttered those words, those gazes turned to astonishment and bewilderment.

"Didn't you hear me?" Zhao Du'an glanced at the armored imperial guards responsible for maintaining order around him, his tone displeased.

Traitor… arrest…

Wasn't this supposed to be a challenge? How did it suddenly involve a traitor?

Not only were the onlookers stunned, but even Eunuch Hai, who was watching the show while sipping tea, looked at him in surprise.

In the autumn wind and drizzle.

In the center of the wide, empty street, the burly man wearing arm guards was also taken aback, his brow furrowing as he subconsciously said in a deep voice:

"Who are you calling a traitor?!"

In the capital, such a serious accusation cannot be accepted lightly.

Zhao Du'an looked languid, leaning against the railing by the window, looking down at the man as he pressed:

"If you're not a traitor, why would you publicly assassinate this official?"

Anger surged on the face of the man wielding the saber:

"It has always been a tradition for Jianghu practitioners to challenge court experts. You have a great reputation, so I seek you out to make a name for myself, to learn from your superior skills. What's wrong with that?"

Zhao Du'an sneered:

"Since you know this official's reputation, you should also know that this official has killed countless rebellious parties and traitors, and has been assassinated many times, making me a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of traitors.

Yet you invite me to a battle in the name of a challenge. Isn't that harboring malicious intentions, trying to assassinate a court official?

So vicious. How can you say you're not a rebel?

Men, disarm this man and take him to the imperial prison. This official will send someone to interrogate him!"

The burly man was stunned, momentarily speechless at the forced logic.

The imperial guards around him also came back to their senses, expressionless, drawing their sabers and approaching the burly man from all directions.

Seeing this, the Jianghu practitioners nearby immediately erupted in chaos.

They didn't expect that Lord Zhao, who had such a great reputation, would act in such a manner.

"What a 'Little Yama', wantonly slandering good people without any evidence. If you don't dare to accept the challenge, you don't have to. Yet you still use your power to oppress people. It's truly an eye-opener! Is there any justice in this capital?!"

From the crowd, a sword-wielding heroine of about thirty years old shouted angrily.

She had ordinary looks, but because she practiced martial arts, she had a good figure, attracting the attention of many people who had been watching the battle nearby.

At this moment, she took the lead in speaking out, immediately eliciting responses from many Jianghu practitioners.

Zhao Du'an narrowed his eyes, sizing up the woman, and suddenly smiled brilliantly, then his gaze turned cold:

"Good, there are even accomplices. Arrest all these noisy rebels for this official! Anyone who dares to resist will be executed on the spot!"

The woman's face changed, and the Jianghu martial artists who had been incited were also shocked, not expecting this dog official to be so rampant.

They had only been in the capital for a few days, and they regarded the person upstairs as a government dog.

"Seize them! Didn't you hear Lord Zhao's words? Seize them all!"

Yamen runners shouted like lackeys, fearing that their performance was not enough and that they would offend Zhao.

A group of imperial guards tore through the crowd, divided into two teams, and pounced on the burly man and the heroine.

The two subconsciously wanted to resist. With their martial arts, dealing with these ordinary imperial guards would not be a problem, but under the imperial city, how dare they draw their sabers against the imperial guards?

They could only retreat step by step, in a dilemma, and were about to be captured.

"Dare to resist? Break their legs," Zhao Du'an ordered with a cold gaze, looking down from above.

The armored imperial guards, intimidated by the prestige of Yama Zhao, trembled all over, their eyes fierce, and several steel sabers whistled as they slashed down at the burly man!

… …

"Princess, this…" Green Stream, the maidservant who saw this scene in the teahouse across the street, couldn't help but anxiously look at the young lady beside the table.

Xu Junling's embroidered brows also furrowed, the development of the matter was slightly beyond her expectations.

"Master Lu," she turned her head and looked at the old man in the plain robe.

The latter understood and leaped forward, the wind from his palm blowing open half of the window lattice.

This master of the palace walked out from upstairs. While in mid-air, his sleeves rolled, and two gusts of breeze blew out from his sleeves.

Whoosh!!

The sound of the wind was piercing.

In the crowd, the eyes of the burly man, whose pupils reflected the steel sabers, also revealed ferocity. The flame-like red color on the saber he held in his hand flowed violently.

The raindrops colliding with the blade seemed to have touched a piece of hot iron, sizzling and turning into white mist.

Just as he was about to swing his saber to resist, two strong gusts of breeze swept past his ears, disrupting the rain in the sky.

The soldiers wearing iron armor and holding steel sabers all groaned at the same time.

They only felt a gentle but powerful force sweeping their chests, causing their feet to plow the ground, and they were lifted and sent staggering backwards.

Like wheat waves being blown down by a strong wind.

"Huh?" Eunuch Hai in the teahouse finally showed a hint of interest, looking at this scene with a slight surprise.

Zhao Du'an also raised his eyes and looked at the old man in the plain robe who broke through the window from the teahouse opposite, stepping on the dark roof ridge, falling onto the martial arts arena like a withered leaf.

His gaze quickly passed over this person and cast towards the half-opened window behind him, vaguely catching a glimpse of a figure inside.

"Ah! There's another expert!"

"Could it be a senior martial artist who couldn't stand it any longer? Righteous help?"

"There's a show to watch." The crowd was like boiling water, not afraid of big trouble, their faces chasing after the old man who was walking in the air and landed in the center of the arena, looking excited.

"Who is it? How dare you cause trouble in the capital?!"

The imperial guards who were arresting the heroine were also stunned for a moment, and the woman cunningly took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement. However, the woman did not go far, but watched leisurely.

The imperial guards shouted vigilantly.

"Lu…" The burly man looked ashamed, opened his mouth, but was forced back by the old man's gaze.

The old man in the plain robe ignored the imperial guards, looked at Zhao in the building with his hands behind his back, and said lightly:

"Lord Zhao, why be so aggressive? The capital is a place of virtue. When Buddhists and Taoists compete, there should be tolerance."

Who are you, coming out to be a peacemaker… Zhao Du'an didn't say anything, his eyes slowly narrowed.

He turned his head and glanced at Eunuch Hai, casting a pleading look.

Eunuch Hai smiled, his lips didn't move, but the voice of the old eunuch, whose strength was unfathomable, suddenly appeared in Zhao Du'an's ears.

He only heard him transmit the secret sound:

"Two sleeves of breeze… tsk tsk, it's been many years since I've seen this signature martial art. Hehe, kid, don't look at this old man, this old man hasn't walked the Jianghu for many years, and I'm not an all-knowing person.

However, if this old man didn't see it wrong, the methods of this junior outside should be the methods of the Lu family of martial arts in the Jianghu.

Well, the ancestors of this Lu family were once powerful and glorious, but that was almost a thousand years ago. Now, it is estimated that even the incense is about to be cut off."

Surname Lu? Zhao Du'an suddenly recalled the information he had obtained about the Princess of Huai'an.

It was recorded that among the accompanying masters of the palace, there was an old man named "Lu Qingfeng".

Eunuch Hai's voice transmission was extremely fast.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, it was just that Lord Zhao on the upper floor was slightly distracted.

"Hehe," the next second, Zhao Du'an's yin and yang voice resounded throughout the audience:

"What kind of nest have I poked today? After the young ones come the old ones. First, someone wants to teach this official what the law is, and then someone comes to ask this official for tolerance."

In the tense atmosphere, Zhao Du'an looked down at the old man with a sinister smile, and said with a fake smile:

"According to the laws of the court, cultivators above the Divine Chapter must report to the yamen when entering the capital and obtain an identity card before they can walk in the capital. Since you want to come and uphold justice and interfere with the handling of the case, then present your identity card and verify your identity before speaking."

Lu Qingfeng frowned.

He followed the princess into the city and enjoyed privileges throughout the entire journey. Where would he need to go to the yamen to make a report?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Du'an sneered:

"Why are you silent? Could it be a stowaway? A black household expert without an identity."

Lu Qingfeng, dressed in a plain robe, was unwilling to argue, and said calmly:

"Lord Zhao can investigate Lu's identity with his authority. It would be better to stop today's farce."

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't mind revealing the identity of the princess behind him.

He also believed that with Zhao Du'an's intelligence capabilities, as long as he reported his surname, the other party would definitely guess his origin.

And according to the unspoken rules of the officialdom, it was just a few Jianghu people.

With the princess representing the Prince of Huai'an speaking, Zhao Du'an had no reason to hold on.

However, Zhao Du'an seemed not to have understood at all, and stood up expressionlessly:

"You want to leave after causing trouble?"

Lu Qingfeng didn't expect this person to be even more difficult to deal with than rumored.

How could he seem not to understand what he was saying? He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

His brows furrowed in displeasure, and his tone also turned cold:

"What, Lord Zhao, could it be that you want to label this old man as a rebel and arrest me as well? Then it depends on how much skill you have."

Zhao Du'an's eyes were mocking:

"It is a thief to be old and not die. What kind of cats and dogs are jumping in front of this official? Men, take this person down for me. This official wants to see who dares to disobey the laws of the court."

The imperial guards around were bitter in their hearts.

Between facing a strange expert and offending Zhao Yama, who made people shudder with fear, they still made a wise choice.

"Kill!"

With a low shout, the imperial guards clad in black armor stepped forward together, stirring up their qi and blood, and charged forward in a military formation.

The dark boots stepped on the puddles on the ground, splashing large swathes of muddy water.

Lu Qingfeng was angry, but he didn't dare to really kill people. He only used his palm wind to force them back, intending to lead people out, but he was stopped by another imperial guard who came to support him after hearing the news.

For a time, one side didn't dare to really kill people.

The other side relied on their formation to encircle and kill, and they were briefly entangled together.

Upstairs, Eunuch Hai pinched his teacup, drooping his eyelids, and said helplessly:

"What are you doing again, kid?"

Zhao Du'an smiled cheekily:

"This is our territory. We can't let outsiders come and go as they please, can we? They are not giving me face, they are clearly slapping Eunuch's face."

Eunuch Hai glanced at him, not falling for it at all:

"Then you should go down and fight him."

Zhao Du'an smiled, and actually pretended to leap down the terrace and pounce down.

Seeing this, Eunuch Hai said helplessly:

"Just this once."

As soon as the words fell, this top master of the imperial palace, an old powerhouse who had suppressed the Jianghu for decades and no one dared to speak up, exerted a little force with two fingers.

With a "pa" sound, the celadon teacup in his hand shattered!

Hot tea splashed.

Eunuch Hai flicked his finger.

Pa!

A drop of tea was flicked out, drifting out.

Zhao Du'an's gaze followed the drop of water towards the long street.

The autumn rain in the sky suddenly stopped and hung in the air.

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