Myriad Paths

Chapter 180 Hiding the Body and the Name

On the other side of this little world, the capital of this world.

It was already dark, but I saw the palace.

The vermilion roof became even redder under the last ray of sunset, as if there were real flames burning, and like dazzling blood rushing down.

The palace is extremely prosperous in terms of civil engineering, gold and green, with purple-leafed yellow pavilions, jade inlays and carved railings, and red and green walls.

But, it was cold.

The heat of the day faded quickly, and the chilly night wind became stronger and stronger, making people's hands and feet stiff.

The palace servants running around were very cautious, there were many people, but everyone was cautious and in a hurry, rushing to do what the master told them, and they didn't dare to say a word other than that.

Cold, reserved, and painfully suffocating, this is the atmosphere of this palace.

The tall and burly guards were patrolling everywhere, and under their surveillance, everyone in the palace remained silent.

However, in the secret place, two palace men carrying hot water were whispering below.

"Have you heard? General Yang is dead."

"Ah? What's going on? Didn't he just pacify the northern barbarian army and return with a great victory? How could he die?"

"It seems that he was given death by His Majesty and committed suicide in the palace."

"Ah? Suicide? What did he do wrong? And I remember that the general and Nabalahan fought fiercely for three hours. Aren't both hands useless? How to commit suicide?"

"I heard that His Majesty ordered him to kill himself by hitting a pillar with a sword in his mouth."

After the two palace men finished speaking, they fell silent, and then walked quietly in the brightly lit palace.

However, before he had taken two steps, he saw a tall guard walking in front of him. He came up and kicked the palace man over.

The kick was so heavy that the palace man who was kicked vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out without even making a sound.

"Jun, Lord Jun, what do you mean?" The remaining palace man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, shaking like chaff.

"What do you mean? It is a death penalty to speak ill of His Majesty." The guard said expressionlessly, then he pulled out his sword and killed the two of them.

Then, he winked, and someone quickly came over to carry the body.

This scene seemed to have happened many times, so the other palace people around just buried their heads lower, and other than that, they were still doing their own things honestly.

However, the atmosphere in the entire palace became even more depressed.

But among the countless palace people, one of them witnessed this incident, and his hands were so trembling that he could hardly hold the plate in his hand.

He is a young man with a pale face and no beard. He looks to be in his twenties. His face is bloodless and his lips are a little purple. He looks inconspicuous standing among a crowd of palace people.

Seeing this, the old eunuch next to him said displeasedly in a sharp voice: "Why are you shaking? Just hold it steady!"

"You young men, do you understand the rules of the palace? The plate in your hands is not holding a handkerchief, but your heads!"

"If the plate falls, your heads will fall too! So don't worry about what happens to others. As long as you guard yourself, keep your mind calm and your hands still, other things will have nothing to do with you."

"Keep your mouth in check and your hands in check. In this palace, even if you have a firm footing, do you understand me?"

The old eunuch held his head high and said angrily to a group of trembling palace servants.

There were about a dozen of these palace servants, each holding a mahogany tray in their hands, which was full of toiletries.

There are soaps, hot water, towels, toilet water, etc.

However, the quantity was surprisingly large.

Speaking of towels alone, there are four stacks, one stack of twenty-five, a total of one hundred towels, all embroidered with yellow silk thread, embroidered with a yellow dragon with opera beads, and the posture of the yellow dragon on each one is different.

Some hold their heads high, some spray water, some make clouds, and some climb mountains. Each one is exquisitely crafted and valuable, but there are a hundred of them here.

After the old eunuch finished speaking, he saw the palace servants standing upright and holding firm, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he continued: "Remember, to wipe His Majesty's body, a towel can only be used once. If it is dirty, it must be put into the hands of the person behind the towel immediately. The four of you are responsible for wiping your limbs. Remember to do it slowly. "Open your pores, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The four palace servants responsible for wiping the limbs immediately replied respectfully.

"Then you guys, do you remember the password? When the password is given in the room, you have to go into the bathtub to change the water and add water. The water cools quickly at night, so remember to add hot water lightly and neatly."

The palace attendant responsible for refilling the water also responded immediately.

The old eunuch was very satisfied and went to check one by one, giving instructions such as "The water in the bathtub must be clean." "The basin must be held on the head." "No matter how delicate the socks are, they should only be worn once and never again." Times." These words.

Finally, he finished his instructions and waved his hand: "Everyone, go in. Remember, if something goes wrong, you will be beaten to death!"

The palace people responded quickly, and then lined up to go out to give His Majesty a bath.

Just for the errand of taking a shower, more than 20 people had to queue up, each carrying a pile of exquisite things, but they were all disposable items.

So extravagant, so cruel.

This palace man walked slowly and leisurely, the soles of his shoes scraping on the ground without making any sound. Every move he made was measured and calm. The old eunuch who led the way nodded with satisfaction and stopped making any noise.

It can be seen that this is something that has been practiced for a long time. I don't know how many palace people died before selecting these elites who can "serve personally" His Majesty.

The palace man with some purple lips was also among them, and he walked carefully all the way to the palace.

Got into it.

Everything went according to plan.

First, four palace servants stood in four directions, all wearing the same clothes and the same dress.

Led by the old eunuch in charge, they knelt and greeted the emperor.

After kneeling, the tray was taken by other palace servants, and oilcloth was laid in the room, and the bathtub was carried into the room, filled with warm water, and then the emperor was asked to undress.

His Majesty seemed a little tired, and he did not move at all, allowing the palace servants and maids to undress him.

Then there were complicated rules, which basin to use and which handkerchief to use were strictly regulated, and each palace servant remembered his duties.

Only the emperor seemed very relaxed and natural, and he used slaves as naturally as modern people use home appliances.

As for what the palace servants who were regarded as smart home appliances thought, who cared?

If you can't do it, then die.

In the past year since the establishment of the new dynasty, too many palace servants have died because of this.

Under such pressure, the servants were strictly trained in every move. In the process of being domesticated as tools, some even developed a sense of pride, just like the old eunuch, who closely monitored the palace servants who had not yet developed a sense of pride, worrying that they were not qualified as tools.

When it was the turn of the palace servant with purple lips, he walked forward slowly, holding a tray in his hand, on which was a stack of towels, a total of 25.

The first 50 towels had been used up, and he was the third round, to pass towels to the palace servants who were wiping in front, and then take out the dirty water.

He walked all the way to the front.

Then, he suddenly dropped the tray.

The old eunuch who had been nagging all the time immediately looked terrified.

It's bad, I'm going to be beheaded.

The old eunuch thought so.

But before he could continue to be terrified, he found that the tray was dropped, and there was a thin blade hidden in the stack of towels.

The palace servant with purple lips grabbed the blade at the critical moment and threw it out.

There was a buzzing sound all around, and the water in the bathtub instantly stirred up countless waves. The piercing sound came out, and the glazed windows around collapsed directly.

The original palace servants covered their ears one after another, and the originally orderly room suddenly became a mess.

But the palace servant with purple lips didn't care at all. In front of him, there was only the emperor.

Only the emperor reacted.

The emperor grabbed a tray and lifted it directly. More than a dozen towels flew out and tangled in the air.

The blade was extremely sharp, but it was still a mortal object after all. After piercing more than a dozen towels in a row, the rotation force had been removed a lot, and the speed was also much slower. At this time, the emperor had already left the bathtub.

It happened in a split second.

The old eunuch didn't react until the emperor stood up, and shouted loudly with a sharp voice: "There are thorns--!"

But before the rest of the shouting came out, the palace servant had already waved his sleeves twice, and the sleeves were full of wooden thorns, which scattered out and killed all the palace servants around him. Some of the wooden thorns ran directly towards the emperor.

The emperor was not in a hurry, but continued to wave the towel and knocked down all the wooden thorns.

The palace servant took two steps at a time and attacked again, shaking out two thin blades from his clothes and launching another attack.

But the emperor was already prepared. This time, it was his turn to wave his hands.

Two glass beads in the bathtub popped out of the emperor's hand, breaking through the air with a gust of wind, and then with a "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the two blades in the palace servant's hand had broken into two pieces.

He frowned slightly and gave up throwing.

If the flying knife broke, the speed would be greatly reduced and it would not be able to kill this person.

So he decisively gave up and changed his tactics again. A blade similar to a soft sword was ejected from his belt and swung and chopped at the emperor.

However, the emperor shook his head: "This skill must be Xiao Ming, the first-class knight in the world, who would come to assassinate me. Unfortunately, you are not good at martial arts, and I am afraid that you will not be able to accomplish anything today."

As he spoke, the emperor even had the leisure to take the attack while putting on his clothes.

Xiao Ming, the Listening Wind Blade, slashed three times in a row, but all of them were easily avoided. The emperor even took this opportunity to put on his dragon robe.

The fourth knife fell from the sky.

Xiao Ming's veins were bulging. This was the fastest knife he had ever slashed in his life.

In the past, his knife made a sound.

This time, there was no sound.

Or rather, the sound could not catch up with the knife.

Even the emperor, who was still at ease before, was surprised.

He was unable to avoid it for a while, and a hole was cut in the dragon robe.

But this also made the emperor angry.

He made a dragon claw shape with his hand, and a suction force appeared in his palm. Xiao Ming was actually sucked into his palm, and then he was hit out with a palm!

The ribs were instantly broken, Xiao Ming spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew three feet away and hit the wall.

The assassin, who was originally aggressive, lost all his fighting ability at this moment.

The emperor, on the other hand, straightened his clothes leisurely: "Weak, is this the strength of a first-class martial arts master? It's too weak."

The emperor shook his head and said with some boredom: "I still have some expectations for you. Alas, in this world, except for Balahan, is there really no one who can match me? Oh, there was also General Yang, but he is dead too. In this world, no one can match me."

"What a pity, I see that you have become a eunuch in order to assassinate me?"

"You castrated yourself, then entered the palace, and waited for a year before finally waiting for the opportunity to get close to me, but I didn't expect that you are not my opponent at all. How about it, are you very angry?" The emperor asked with a smile.

Xiao Ming spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Bah! A tyrant."

"You said I am a tyrant? But I unified the world." The emperor was not in a hurry to kill him, but chatted with him with interest.

"You unified the world, but the people of the world only hate you. If you kill Xiao Ming today, there will be Xiao Ming tomorrow. Unless you kill everyone in the world, you will never be able to kill them all." Xiao Ming's breath was weak, and he was about to die, but in the end he still looked at the emperor with hatred.

"Hate is useless. I don't need to kill all the people in the world. I just need to kill your generation. All the children in the future will go to my school to study, and your children will become my loyal servants."

"By the way, since you are dying soon, I will tell you a secret. Don't you martial artists always want to know where my peerless magic comes from?"

"I am from another world. An accident sent me to you, and I found that you are too weak."

"There is no method, and the skills are poor, so I can unify the country in more than a year."

"You are The world, martial arts is too poor, I came here unexpectedly, but I dominated this world, it's really, God helps me. "

"Okay, after hearing this, you should die, from now on, this world will be my family's world, everything belongs to me."

"You castrated yourself to assassinate me, then I will find your son, castrate him, and let both of you serve me, which is also a good story."

"Thank you so much, I have kept this secret in my heart for too long, now it's much better to say it out."

The emperor said these things in a nagging manner, and even his expression was much more relaxed.

Then, he stood up and prepared to kill the assassin, but at this time, the assassin named Xiao Ming did not even hold on to this, and after hearing these, he was seriously injured and died.

The emperor seemed to have some regrets for not being able to kill this person personally.

However, at this moment, a golden thread suddenly fell from the sky.

The emperor, who was still arrogant just now, had his head fall directly.

Dead can't die anymore.

Later, the historical material "Biography of Emperor Li" recorded:

"Emperor Li of the Xin Dynasty violated etiquette and teachings, hurt people, and cut open their fetuses and chopped off their legs. It was not cruel. Even if we searched all the bamboos in the mountains, we could not record his mistakes. Even if we searched all the rabbits in the mountains and swamps, we could not write down his crimes. Since the ancient times, there has never been such a tyrant emperor as recorded in the maps and records."

"Since the gods and the people have no master, the clan is in danger, the country is boiling, the people are in turmoil, the people are in turmoil, and the people are terrified, as if their horns are broken, and the people are in turmoil, with nowhere to go. However, there was a righteous man named Xiao Ming who responded to the will of heaven and followed the will of man. He carried out the punishment of heaven, castrated himself, hid in the palace, sacrificed his life and stabbed Emperor Li to death, saving the people of the world from danger."

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