The night was silent.
Unlike the bustling night markets of the capital, Shinto Province was located in the most noble core of the capital. It was where the important officials of the court and the noble families of the Empress Dowager lived. It was very quiet at night.
Pedestrians stopped, merchants were not in business, and every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.
The emissary sent by the palace had already entered this area.
Feng Yongting raised his head and looked at the flickering flames in the direction of Shinto Province not far away. Hearing the faint laughter, he sighed silently.
It had been less than half a month since the Emperor was assassinated. This once popular and high-ranking eunuch of the Directorate of War and War was already showing signs of old age.
On the day the Emperor was assassinated, Feng Yongting was outside the palace arguing endlessly with Sun Lang. As the Emperor's servant and guardian, it was already a great dereliction of duty for him to not be able to protect the Emperor. At the time of the incident, he was with the well-known traitor Sun Lang, which made Empress and the Empress Dowager hate him even more. Therefore, after Li Guangyuan fell into a coma, Feng Yongting, who had returned to the palace, was removed from the core of power in the palace. He was no longer in the limelight, and his presence was greatly diminished.
When the Emperor woke up, he was not allowed to serve at the Emperor's bedside. The Empress Dowager did not even allow him to get close to the bedchamber. Sun Lang poured a barrel of oil on the fire and said a few good words for Feng Yongting in front of the two concubines, saying that Feng Yongting was innocent. Empress was so angry that she found an excuse and sent Feng Yongting to chop firewood in the Department of Burning Firewood. In an instant, he fell from the clouds into the pile of firewood.
It should be known that the 24 offices had different powers and positions. The Directorate of War and War was in charge of the affairs of the eunuchs, while the Department of Burning Firewood was in charge of the internal palace's firewood. Feng Yongting had met with such a calamity, which was really unfortunate. In the past few days, he had been on the hot search list of the Inner Palace's Weibo.
Now that the Emperor had recovered and was in charge of affairs again, his first order was to summon Feng Yongting, who was chopping firewood. Thunder and rain were the Emperor's grace. One word could bring people back from the quagmire to the clouds. The Emperor was the god of the Inner Palace, controlling the life and death and future of everyone in the palace.
As a result, Eunuch Feng was once again placed in an important position by the Emperor, and was doubly revered and loved by the palace servants. The Emperor trusted him and gave him a glorious and difficult mission, sending him out of the palace to handle an important matter.
At this moment, Feng Yongting didn't have the slightest bit of joy from returning to the peak of his life. If he could, he would rather continue chopping firewood at the Firewood Division … Unfortunately, the monarch's orders were hard to disobey.
The eunuch beside her said in a gentle and flattering tone, "Ancestor, why don't I go and knock on the door?
Don't worry, I know the severity of the matter and will definitely not be rude. "
Feng Yongting pinched the imperial edict in his sleeve and sighed silently again.
Etiquette?
Sun Lang was not a person who cared about etiquette.
After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "There's no need. I'll go myself."
Ignoring the slightly changed expressions of his entourage, he floated forward. The crimson robe of the eunuch of the inner palace flashed with conspicuous colors in the dim light of the night. The eunuchs and guards behind him had no choice but to follow.
The steward guarding the front of the manor hurriedly came forward to welcome them. The Imperial Capital was deep and the power was intertwined. As guests from Mingzhou, they had just arrived and were cautious and respectful of everything.
Moreover, from the way they dressed, they were clearly people from the palace.
The steward bowed deeply. "Shinto Province. Greetings, noble."
"You flatter me."
Feng Yongting looked at the grand and imposing Shinto Province and said softly, "I, Feng Yongting, have come by the Emperor's edict to announce something and ask to see General Sun."
The Imperial Palace, the Emperor, and the imperial edict.
For these natives who had been born under the dragon banner and grew up in the Empire, the majesty of the imperial power had always been supreme. They held great reverence for the imperial power and the court. Hearing that an emissary from the palace had come, their minds were immediately shaken and their minds were thrown into disarray.
However, they were still elites trained by Miss Zhao. Although they were disoriented, they didn't panic. They remembered Miss Zhao's teachings before she left and used it as their heartbeat for their future actions. The son-in-law was the heavens, and they would listen to everything he said.
Therefore, he hurriedly apologized. "Noble, please wait for a moment. Allow me to report."
After saying this, he still felt a little uneasy. After all, the meaning behind his words was to have these messengers from the palace, who had come to deliver the imperial edict, wait at the door. No matter how he thought about it, it was somewhat disrespectful to leave the messengers waiting outside. But to the steward's surprise, these palace servants did not show the slightest bit of anger.
Instead, they looked as if it was natural.
Was this the son-in-law's … despotic power?
He was shocked and sighed in his heart. He hurriedly entered and immediately found Miss Zhao to report this matter.
Zhao Feihuang was meeting with a group of old generals of Tianyuan. Hearing this, she frowned and said indifferently, "Men are in charge of external affairs and women are in charge of internal affairs. In the future, don't come to me for such external affairs. Go to the master first. Tell the others to remember this."
The steward was shocked and lowered his head in fear. "Yes!"
Miss Zhao said indifferently, "Go."
The steward didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly walked over to Sun Lang who was drinking heartily. Smelling the smell of alcohol that filled the air, he muttered in his heart — Gu … no, Master drank too much. What should he do with the decree?
Just as he was hesitating, Sun Lang had already put down the wine jug and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "What are you looking at?"
This steward was an elite of the Marquis of Jingan's fu. He was the son of a servant who had served the Zhao family for several generations and had a deep impression of Sun Lang. He had once personally participated in the "Battle of Jingan's herring" and had always revered the son-in-law. Seeing that Sun Lang's tone wasn't right, he immediately said, "A noble from the palace who calls himself Feng Yongting is waiting outside, saying that there is an imperial edict …"
Then, he saw the general reveal a very … twisted smile.
As a native of this world, he wasn't someone from Sun Lang's hometown. Of course, he didn't know that the general's beautiful smile at this moment came from a famous basketball superstar in his homeland.
There was no doubt that those with high martial arts could do whatever they wanted. Back on Earth, although Sun Lang had used a large number of emojis, they were merely pictures. But now, his martial arts were so strong that there was no second person in the world. He had already reached the realm of minute details, and his control of his body was so precise that it was to the extent of every hair on his body.
In other words, he could control the changes in every muscle on his face and perfectly simulate the highlight moments of the internet's various expression giants. Moreover, he had both form and spirit and was able to replicate them to perfection.
Not only did he have Curator King's straightforwardness, he also had Brother Wushui's arrogance.
Of course, this kind of ability was a bit of a pain in the ass and wasn't used in many situations. After all, General Sun's own expression management was very good and there was no need to imitate others.
But now, he was pretending to be drunk, so this kind of ability was very useful.
Wearing Mr. Yao's warm smile, Sun Lang opened his drunken eyes and said in pleasant surprise, "What?
Old Feng came!
Why didn't you say so earlier? "
He casually pulled the steward to the side and rushed out with a wine jar in his arms. The steward almost fell. When he steadied himself, he saw the General chasing after the wind. He opened his mouth and wanted to chase after him, but someone pressed down on his shoulder. It was an adult that he didn't know. "No need to go, let him act."
Feng Yongting and the others were waiting patiently when they heard a burst of hurried and deliberate footsteps. Immediately, a fishy wind blew in their faces and the strong smell of alcohol swept past like a gale. It rushed into everyone's noses and made them feel sour. It was as if a thousand jars of strong alcohol were smashed at the same time. In this fishy wind, a figure rushed forward.
"Old Feng!"
Feng Yongting only saw a blur in front of his eyes, and soon his neck was hugged by Sun Lang. The strong smell of alcohol surrounded him, and Sun Lang's hearty drunken laughter was like the cry of an owl, filling his eardrums.
"What are you doing here?" The General shouted. "Come, Huo … Huo Jiu!"
A large wine jar was directly placed on Eunuch Feng's head and the alcohol inside flowed out, drenching Feng Yongting's crimson robe.
The accompanying eunuchs and guards were frightened. They wanted to go forward and stop him, but they didn't dare. General Shentse was obviously drunk — — when he was not drunk, he was fierce and powerful, roaring in the Imperial City. Now he was drunk and crazy. If he didn't like you, he would punch you until your brain burst open. Who would you cry to?
Feng Yongting's head shook and the wine jar shattered. He didn't wipe the alcohol off his face and let the spicy wine flow down his face. He said expressionlessly, "General, His Majesty intends to bestow Princess Pingyang to you. I came tonight to …"
Sun Lang blinked his hazy drunken eyes. "Who is Pingyang?"