Vol 7 Chapter 36: Enter the palace late at night

Han Fei looked at the imperial guard under Zilanxuan jokingly. Although it belonged to his father's army, since it was deployed by Ji Wuye at this time, he can't be blamed.
A vicious color emerged, and then in his hand, there was a trace of black evil spirit, and the evil spirit eventually turned into a bronze sword, which was the inverse scale sword.
Han Fei's figure suddenly fell, and with his arrival, Wei Zhuang was obviously relieved in an instant. In less than half an hour, all the imperial guards surrounding Zilanxuan were massacred.
With the inverse scale sword in his hand, Han Fei didn't feel sorry for it, and it was because that was Ji Wuye's idea that he could not keep his hands like this.
Returning to Zilanxuan with Wei Zhuang, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said with a gloomy expression: "Although this is resolved this time, I don't think Ji Wuye will let it go."
"Maybe it's just a beak this time, and next time, it should be more troublesome."
Han Fei's speculation is not unreasonable. The death of so many Imperial Guards is not a trivial matter, so this is, sooner or later, it will be stabbed to King Han.
However, he never expected that this day would come so soon.
On the third day after the incident, Han Fei was called to King Han.
After arriving, it was not what Han Fei expected, Ji Wuye was also waiting for him there, but there was a slight resentment in the latter's eyes.
"Children, see Father King."
Han Wang's fatter body slowly turned around, but his face didn't have the anger that Han Fei had expected, but there was a hint of appreciation.
"Lao Jiu, the widows have also listened to General Ji's account of the events that have happened recently."
"You did a great job."
Han Fei was startled slightly, this Ji Wuye had spoken good things about himself in front of his father, which was not in line with his character.
"Hehe, all the children should do."
Han Fei responded with a suspicion, and then cast a profound look at Ji Wuye.
Ji Wuye and Han Fei left together. On the way, Han Fei asked unkindly: "Is General Ji really saying something for Fei in front of his father?"
This sentence, with doubts, was spoken in Han Fei's mouth. Ji Wuye was not too surprised, but still respectfully said as usual: "The son said this, but I don't believe this general."
"And that person, our current situation does not allow us to start civil strife."
There was a smile in Ji Wuye's words. That kind of smile was just a sneer, as if to say that you are not quite qualified if you want to fight with me.
Han Fei was left alone, and he couldn't help frowning. It seemed that the window paper between him and Ji Wuye had been completely opened by Mu Lin. That is to say, the current form has become a tripartite again. opposition.
When Ji Wuye returned to the general mansion, he began to mobilize the imperial guards drastically. It seemed that he had a big plan in the making.
And at this time, Han Fei suddenly had a bad premonition. This premonition was indescribable, but it was very real, as if it could happen at any time, or something changed.
"We have to find him."
Han Fei is now anxious to find Mu Lin to seek his help, but his idea has not been announced before it has been directly denied.
Now this situation is caused by this person. If he continues to ask him for help, he may stabb himself from the back at some point.
"His, it's really a bit troublesome."
But just when Han Fei felt that this matter was getting more and more troublesome, a hearty laugh came to his ears.
"Hehe, what is the Ninth Young Master worrying about?"
The laughter dissipated, and a thinner figure fell in front of him, and seeing that person, Han Fei's face was slightly angry, but he still suppressed it as much as possible.
"Hehe, Brother Mu Lin is really a god-man."
"Really come without a trace, go without a trace."
Mu Lin heard this seemingly mocking remark, so he was not angry. Instead, he took the initiative to hold Han Fei's shoulders and smiled: "Ha ha, the Ninth Young Master should not blame it.
"Besides, I'm not going to help you."
Mu Lin let go of Han Fei, his complexion became more serious, and he waved his hand lightly, and two figures appeared behind him.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to bring these two people."
Mu Lin smiled slightly and said, "This is natural. Since I want to help you, I have to be fully prepared."
Mu Lin didn't pay attention to Han Fei's slightly angry gaze, but continued to say to himself: "Presumably Ji Wuye has some actions already."
"And that action is not small."
Han Fei was startled, he really knew everything.
"In that case, then..."
Han Fei turned his head, but just uttered a few words, only to see that the few figures that were beside him just now had disappeared, and there was a note on the table.
Han Fei picked up the note, glanced at it, and for a moment, a feeling of palpitations arose from him.
"Then Ji Wuye is too bold, but in that case, let this all end."
Han Fei slowly walked to the red candle, lit the paper, and relaxed with two fingers. The burned paper turned into black ash and gradually floated in the air.
At night, it is not a good time.
After Mu Lin left, Han Fei took Wei Zhuang with him, and he forgot about the Han Palace.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Ji Wuye didn't know that Han Fei had already known his plan, and he was still out of the Royal Palace of Han with fanfare.
After it was done, he went to Hanwang Palace alone, preparing to report a major event to Hanwang, which was related to the rise and fall of Korea.
"Chen, see King."
When Ji Wuye came here late at night, King Han also felt a little surprised, but he was also a little afraid of Ji Wuye. After all, besides himself, there was only the old nine who could not know martial arts.
"Hehe, the general's coming to Bing late at night is really a blessing for me as a Korean."
Ji Wuye's unscrupulous appearance gradually emerged. In terms of the slight sneer in the language, it also made King Han quite unwilling.
Ji Wuye's purpose was already clear, he didn't come for the throne, what else could he do.
"Hehe, it turns out that the Ninth Young Master is also here."
Ji Wuye sneered. Now even if you use the Nilin Sword, it is of no avail, and I don't believe that you will show your martial arts in front of your father.
"King Han, don't blame me."
As soon as the voice fell, I saw a bronze-like war sword stood at the throat of King Han. This war sword seemed to control the fate of King Han and even the entire South Korea.
However, the sword was unable to move any further. Behind the King Han, there was a strong and weird figure, and the words spoken by that figure completely shocked the people present.
"General, you really don't have a long memory." 　　 "Looks like that guy, isn't it enough to calm you down?"...