The First Lackey Under The Empress

The Imperial Court.

Inside the Water Lily Hall, Haitang, with her high ponytail, a tear mole at the corner of her eye, and her heroic posture, moved a chair and sat under the eaves.

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Listening to the raindrops flowing from the roof tiles above, tinkling and clattering on the bluestone steps.

She flipped through a document in her hand.

At the top of the document, the three words "Chai Keqiao" were clearly written.

In the morning, after the meeting, she had mentioned this name to Zhao Du'an.

He was also the target she was focusing on, who might cause a stir in the capital recently.

"A personal disciple of Wu Xiankui... If he only came for the Buddhist and Taoist debate, that would be fine, but the problem is... will this guy really be so honest?"

Haitang whispered softly, with anxiety hidden between her brows.

Chai Keqiao, a martial artist from the Wudi City lineage in the East Sea, suspected to be at the peak of the Divine Realm.

He is one of the personal disciples of Wu Xiankui, one of the four "Heavenly Humans" in the world today.

Legend has it that Wu Xiankui has three thousand disciples who travel the world.

But this is both a virtual number and refers only to the outer disciples who accept apprentices on behalf of their master.

Only the small number of "personal disciples" have received personal instruction from Wu Xiankui.

Chai Keqiao is one of the personal disciples of Wudi City.

His experience can be called legendary. It is said that he was originally born into a local clan, the "Chai Clan," and was the young master born from the eldest son.

He could have lived a life of luxury, but when he was young, he was influenced by a Wudi City disciple who served as a teacher in the Chai family and aspired to martial arts.

He abandoned his identity and ran away from home.

He went straight to Wudi City to become a disciple, but he was rejected without even seeing Wu Xiankui himself.

The young Chai Keqiao had a stubborn temperament.

After being turned away, he didn't leave.

He actually built a wooden house at the foot of the Green Mountain where Wudi City was located and made a living by chopping firewood every day.

He became a real woodcutter, saying he wanted to show his perseverance.

During this period, the Chai family came to him, trying to persuade the young master to return home, but they were all rejected.

Gradually, even the head of the family gave up on this son.

Chai Keqiao stayed in the mountains for several years, and no one cared about him. The people who initially ridiculed him gradually turned to admiration.

But seeing that he had passed the best age for martial arts, everyone thought that this young master, who was not good at using his head, would become one of the countless failures who went to Wudi City to become a disciple for thousands of years.

However, one day.

Chai Keqiao, who was chopping firewood in the mountains, accidentally met the contemporary city lord of Wudi City, "Heavenly Human" Wu Xiankui, who was disguised as a hunter and traveling outside.

A woodcutter, a hunter.

The two occasionally chatted and gradually became acquainted.

Wu Xiankui, feeling the perseverance of this child, began to teach him martial arts in disguise.

Time passed without notice in the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed.

Chai Keqiao finally walked down the Green Mountain.

Wearing a linen shirt, straw sandals, and carrying an axe, he defeated countless martial artists at the foot of the mountain.

...

"Pa."

Haitang closed the document in her hand and muttered to herself:

"The visitor is not kind, the visitor is not kind."

According to reports from the Water Lily Hall's informants, Chai Keqiao entered the city alone a few days ago, slightly later than the arrival of the Princess.

At first, he just spent his days leisurely admiring the scenery of the capital.

After that, he began to look for some martial arts gyms in the capital and asked for advice.

In the capital, Shenlong Temple and Tianshi Mansion are the sacred places of术士.

And in the streets and alleys, there are also countless martial arts gyms hidden, as well as spearmen teachers who teach the children of powerful figures.

Among them, there are also some masters, but unsurprisingly, they were all defeated by Chai Keqiao.

It's just that because he acted in a low-key manner, and no one deliberately promoted it, it did not cause too much waves and attention.

"The Director wants us to strictly guard and ensure that there are no troubles in the capital during this period, but how should we monitor this kind of person?"

Haitang sighed, looking worried.

She got up to go to the Governor's Hall, preparing to talk to Ma Yan about this matter.

However, after arriving at the Governor's Hall, she learned that the Director was not there.

Haitang thought for a while and decided to find Zhang Han and several other Jisi to discuss it first to prepare.

As for Zhao Du'an...

"He's also someone who's never home all day, so you can't count on him at all."

However, at this moment, outside the main entrance of the Governor's Hall.

Suddenly, a clerk rushed in, his eyes lit up when he saw her:

"Jisi Haitang, it's good that you're here. There's a strange person outside the yamen, saying he wants to come and ask for guidance."

"Strange person?" Haitang's heart skipped a beat.

The clerk nodded: "That person is wearing a tattered straw raincoat, straw sandals, and an axe is also tied around his waist, claiming to be Chai Keqiao."

Haitang's pupils suddenly widened.

...

...

On the long street.

The fine autumn rain was continuous.

Falling from the high sky, like thousands of needle tips, crashing down on the earth.

"Pa!"

The sound of the Qinghua teacup breaking and exploding beside Zhao Du'an's ear had not yet dissipated.

Eunuch Hai flicked a drop of water from the teahouse, which had already merged into the sky of autumn rain.

Buzz—

There was no sound, but for no reason, a humming sound seemed to ripple in Zhao Du'an's mind.

His soul swayed, and his ears seemed to be blocked with cotton, and countless tiny sounds were weakened countless times.

And in his pupils, the raindrops reflected seemed to suddenly stop falling and hover in the air.

It was as if time was suspended, but in fact, it was his senses that were distorted.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down countless times, and he clearly saw the subtle changes in the faces of everyone on the street.

He saw that drop of water, still stained with the light green of tea, swaying and vibrating, rolling into the world.

In an instant, countless raindrops seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, converging towards that drop of water.

One drop.

Five drops.

Ten drops.

A hundred drops.

Thousands.

Tens of millions.

Boom...

Zhao Du'an suddenly felt that time in front of him suddenly accelerated and returned to its normal flow rate.

Outside the window, half of the street's autumn rain was pulled over, forming a huge water sword.

"Ah!"

Someone exclaimed, both because of the sudden appearance of the water sword and the sudden emptiness of the rain above their heads.

On the periphery of the crowd, the sword-holding female knight's pupils shook violently, and her sharp voice pierced through the dull long street:

"Be careful!"

The burly man holding the long knife covered with fiery red streamers was tense, and a strong fear arose in his heart.

He only felt a tightness in his chest, as if every part of his body was locked, unable to move!

The old man in the plain robe, who was waving his sleeves to shake away the few remaining imperial guards in front of him with his palm wind, had sensed the great danger at the moment the water droplets flew out of the teahouse.

Unable to think, Lü Qingfeng instinctively took a deep breath, mobilized all the energy in his chest to circulate throughout his body, and instantly stirred up all his cultivation.

The long robe on his body instantly swelled like a ball, and his body rotated in place with the square-mouthed boots on the cloth surface under his feet as the center.

His left hand scooped up the wide sleeves of his right hand, and his right hand became a palm, pressing towards the approaching huge water sword.

Two strands of abundant blue energy from the cuffs rotated around the bulging robe and poured into the palm wind.

"Boom—"

A rolling thunder exploded in response in the cloudy sky.

Then, Lü Qingfeng, who was once a famous figure in the Jianghu and is now a master of the Prince's Mansion, spat out a mouthful of blood.

The whole person fell out like a kite with a broken string.

Amidst the exclamations of the people, he crashed into half of the eaves of the teahouse across the street.

Whirr!

Shattered tiles fell.

And the water sword also collapsed into rolling cold water, pouring onto the ground.

Soaking the knife-wielding man to the bone, the red flames flowing on the knife also sizzled and extinguished, leaving only a lingering white mist.

Quiet!

The long street suddenly fell into great silence.

Even though the fine rain in the air fell again, dripping on everyone's faces, it was as if they had not recovered.

On the periphery of the crowd, the sword-holding female knight was stunned on the spot, trembling all over, as if she was the one facing that sword.

The two clumsy martial artists who had been fighting each other to the death here not long ago, and were taken down by the county yamen officials, and had not yet left, covered their wounds, staring blankly at the cold water rolling on the ground, and had forgotten the pain all over their bodies.

Surroundings.

Those armored imperial guards who were forced back and knocked down by Lü Qingfeng, whose injuries were not serious, helped each other up one by one.

I don't know who took a light breath, and then caused a chain reaction, looking at the location where Zhao Du'an was, their eyes full of deep awe, and...

Fortunately!

Fortunately, they firmly obeyed Lord Zhao's orders and executed them without discount, otherwise... it would be unimaginable.

Yes, how could General Zhao, who is as cruel as winter to the enemy and as warm as a spring breeze to his own people, really let them fight to the death and stand by?

Across the street, in the room with half the window open.

Xu Junling had already stood up, her sweet and elegant face with wide eyes.

There was both shock and awe in her eyes, as well as deep worry and anxiety.

This was completely different from the many possibilities she had envisioned.

Didn't Master Lü say... that no one on this long street could be his enemy?

What is the identity of the unremarkable old man beside Zhao Du'an?

This famous talented woman from the Huaishui Road, a heroic woman who entered Beijing on behalf of Prince Huai'an, could hardly restrain the anxiety that the situation was out of control.

"Princess..."

Beside her, the maid Lǜshuǐ was also anxious, "What should we do?"

...

Teahouse, second floor.

Zhao Du'an turned his head blankly, looking at Eunuch Hai with suspicion.

Only to see the latter with a leisurely and complacent look, not even lifting his buttocks, his hoarse voice reached outside the building:

"The martial arts inheritance of the Lü family is not easy, it should not be lost here. Today, I will give a slight punishment, knowing that the capital is at the foot of the Emperor, and no one is allowed to be presumptuous."

Damn... Old Hai, you're really good at pretending...

Zhao Du'an marveled, expressing that he had learned something.

Outside the building.

Although he spat out a mouthful of blood, Lü Qingfeng, whose injuries were not serious due to Eunuch Hai's mercy, raised his head in horror.

The whole person stood up from a pile of rubble, his eyes full of suspicion.

Immediately, as if thinking of something, he quickly clasped his fists respectfully:

"In the building, could it be..."

"Don't ask around." Zhao Du'an said quietly, interrupting the other party's words.

Immediately, he laughed, pretending to be powerful:

"Asking nonsense will get your tongue cut off."