Chapter 133: Spreading Throughout Yujing Mountain Overnight
The Forbidden Palace was also brightly lit.

The Great Xia Emperor had practiced calligraphy for a whole night without realizing it. He looked at the Mohist self-running clock.

A fat pink pig ran out in a cute manner.

Like the self-propelled clock in Si Lu's mansion, the self-propelled clock in the imperial study is also a meticulous work of the Mohist mechanical connoisseurs, but it is more luxurious and exquisite than the self-propelled clock in Si Lu's mansion.

Every hour, different mechanical animals run out to tell the time, which is quite interesting.

"It's midnight."

His Majesty the Great Xia gently put down his pen.

At this time, the eunuch Su Xibi bowed happily and walked into the room, saying, "Your Majesty is very happy. The man outside has eaten."

The Great Xia Emperor felt relieved after hearing this, but he still sneered and said, "What's there to be happy about? Do I really care about his life?"

Su Xibi knew what to say, and slapped herself in the face, "It's because I don't know how to speak. Your Majesty is busy with all kinds of things, so why would he care about such a small matter? I just played with them for a while and left it to a small pawn to easily defeat the old Confucian commander!"

Hearing this, His Majesty finally smiled warmly, "This Zhou family member has done a good job, but he should be able to do better. How do you think I should reward him this time?"

Su Xibi didn't answer.

The Great Xia Emperor thought for a moment and said, "Go get a Qilin brocade robe, embroider it with a tiger pattern, and give it to him as a reward. He will understand what I mean."

"Yes."

Su Xibi replied quickly.

The Great Xia Emperor stretched himself lazily and said with a relaxed look, "Now I can practice Taoism with peace of mind."

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Many important figures were destined to be unable to sleep tonight. The news from Yujing Mountain spread throughout the four cities like wings.

Zhuque City, Qingyifang, Ertongkouzi, and Hu Family Mansion.

The rain had just stopped in the courtyard, and the wet water stains were like little earthworms, flowing along the pattern of four water returning to the hall, and hanging down towards the central patio, making the rest of the courtyard appear exceptionally dry.

Such a good season was when Hu Wenlang's ideas were flowing. He placed a square table under the eaves and wrote swiftly, and was about to complete the entire book "Qi Xiaosheng's Battlefield and Underworld".

The black ink around him seemed to come alive, outlining real pictures, which were exactly the battle scenes that Hu Wenlang and Zhou Tiege had personally experienced.

Novelists are best at "turning falsehood into truth", but they need "truth" as an introduction, and the more introductions they have, the better the effect will be.

Under the bright light, Hu Wenlang was happy writing. He laughed to himself first, read it twice, and then picked up the pen to write.

Beside her, Concubine Mo was holding the bicolor heterochromatic cat, watching Hu Wenlang write while quietly listening to the story about the Suzaku City.

Suddenly, her expression changed slightly, and she called out softly, "Wen Lang..."

Seeing that Hu Wenlang ignored her, she reached out and shook him again.

Hu Wenlang's thoughts were interrupted, and he complained, "Mo Fei, the manuscript has to be submitted. I still need 20,000 words."

As Concubine Mo listened to the story, her face showed an extremely wonderful expression. Sometimes she wanted to laugh, and sometimes she frowned in deep thought, as if thousands of people were in her body, telling her a long story.

Concubine Mo put her hand on Hu Wenlang's shoulder. Hu Wenlang did not resist and his mind was immersed in the story that Concubine Mo heard.

"Did the Zhou family really kill Minister Sima's only son?"

"Not only did they kill their only son, but I heard that even the entire Sima family was exterminated tonight!"

"Hiss...are they really lawless?"

"It's not that they are lawless. It should be the will of heaven. They are just acting as the knife."...

"The Zhou family barbarian must be responsible for the death of the master. Tomorrow I will go to the Simin Mansion and let the Grand Simin make the decision for us!"

"That's enough. Haven't you figured it out yet? The chief priest has already said that unless we are more knowledgeable than him, we should not bother him!"

"Wang Mingyi, Master loves you so much, but you don't even have the courage to avenge him! I want to sever my ties with you today."

What followed was a noisy fight.

"You can't even beat me, yet you still want to cause trouble for him? If you want to hate someone, then hate me, your big brother, first. We'll talk about it when you can beat this useless brother of mine!"

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"Sima Liang is a fourth-rank master after all. Did he really not resist?"

"How could there be no resistance? My house is right next to it. The eldest son of the Zhou family covered the entire house with a military flag, and the battle was over in thirty breaths."

"Thirty breaths! How is that possible? He is a fifth-rank person. Even if he attacks by surprise, he shouldn't be able to kill a fourth-rank person from a famous family with an official seal, right?"

"Yes, thirty breaths, or maybe even shorter. Hey, the military moves as fast as thunder. We were wrong before, saying that the second son of the Zhou family was a dog of prostitution, but the eldest son of the Zhou family was right. He is really a young tiger coming out of the mountains, and all the beasts are terrified!"

"In fact, compared to Zhou Tiege's ability to kill Sima Liang, I am more concerned about how they killed Che Wenyuan, a doctor of the Five Classics!"

"I went to Simin's Mansion to inquire about the news. It is said that the second son of the Zhou family drew a 'Spring Thunder Talisman' and borrowed the power of heaven..."

"Who is spying?"

An angry shout brought Mo Fei and Hu Wenlang back to their senses.

Concubine Mo said angrily, "I have memorized this person's aura."

If she regains her strength, she will definitely seek revenge on the person who prevented her from listening to the story.

Hu Wenlang tried to persuade him, "This is just a small matter."

Then he connected what he had just heard and couldn't help but take a few breaths. Then he looked at the unfinished script in front of him.

The eighth-grade talisman was used to draw the heavenly thunder and kill the fourth-grade scholar!

The fifth-rank official exterminated his entire family and forcibly killed the fourth-rank censor of the dynasty on a rainy night!
Not to mention that he vaguely heard that some of Confucianism's plans seemed to be ruined...

Even he, a novelist, wouldn’t dare to write like this!
He picked up the pen, then put it down again, several times before Hu Wenlang smiled and said, "You are so good, Zhou Tiege, you even kept it in the dark with me. It's really the military strategist's way of thinking. When you are strong, you pretend to be weak, and when you are weak, you pretend to be strong."

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Qin Fu, the Minister of Works.

Qin Zhenming looked at his youngest son Qin Yu.

At this moment, Qin Yu did not look like he had before when he was clamoring to teach Zhou Tieyi a lesson. He was so scared that he kept staring at the dark gate, fearing that Zhou Tieyi would drive in directly!

He had no choice but to be afraid. Just now his father pulled him out of bed and he heard such horrifying news.

Sima family, exterminate the entire family!

Even though the Qin family has more background than the Sima family, how can they resist the murderous intent of Zhou Zhongman?
Qin Zhenming looked at his son and sighed, "There is a Feihu Mine in Taihang Mountain. They are in need of a manager. You pack up and go there tonight."

Mrs. Qin next to her was also terrified. She didn't dare to cover up for her youngest son. She said to him, "That's also a good place. The black stone is very profitable, and the prosperity of Shantong Mansion is not less than that of Tianjing."

Qin Yu nodded quickly, "I know the severity of the situation."

(End of this chapter)