In the banquet hall of the palace, the fire and candles were bright, four dancing girls lined up, green silk buns, colorful makeup, silk sleeves fluttering and swaying, dancing in a slow and rhythmic dance.

Two or three male musicians are not far from them, playing strings, flute, drums, each person's face is calm and solemn, but in the eyes of God duh, seems to have the essence of the aura of a hidden flash.

The dinner was organized to celebrate the fifteenth birthday of Emperor Fuchi Masaharu, but due to the defeat of the Terra Nova army in Weihai, many of the entertainments were temporarily canceled, and only the traditional Yehime songs and dances were retained.

Profound Ya Qing was the main character of tonight's banquet, at this time he was wearing brand new scarlet damask silk clothes kneeling above the chief belonging to him, looking quiet and enjoying the songs and dances.

On the seats to his left were the former Emperor's side consort, Daiji, with her concubine son, Taku, and on his right was Empress Fuchiya.

The seats on both sides of the lower head are from the ministers.

As the melodious music sounded, the waiters paraded into the banquet hall, trays of various delicacies contained in their hands.

Only after Master Apricot Leaf had taken the first taste of most of the food and waited for the others to settle down did he distribute them to the people at the table.

He Maojie was not eating or drinking in his position, his two bulging meat bubble eyes staring straight at Gu Yunshi's delicate white face, when he suddenly asked the female headmaster about.

"What are those foods behind the Ninth Princess, and why won't you try them?"

The mistress's eyelids fluttered twice, and she was too busy nodding her head :)

"Back to the Great General, that's the eighteen dishes of Da Yi Imperial Food that the Crown Princess made herself, and she's willing to try them herself."

"Haha-"

Wamo laughed excitedly, his eyes locking onto Yun Shi: .

"Hey, Princess Nine, what are the names of all those imperial foods?"

Yun Shi has long seen kneeling at the end of the left side of the courtiers seat Yue Xilou, wearing a light blue tube dress but combed the head of the official bun of the Central Plains, the appearance is simply comical and ridiculous.

She knew that the color of the clothes of Ying officials represented their official rank, so it could be seen that even though Yue Xilou had fled to Ying and betrayed a lot of information about Da Yi to the three auxiliary ministers, he still hadn't been given any reuse.

"Tsukishimohen, later on, I'll announce the name of the dish, so please translate it for me."

Perhaps it was because Yun Shi's tone of voice when she exited was so high and harsh that Yue Xilou sensed full mocking sarcasm, he immediately narrowed his eyes thinly toward her, and replied in a disgruntled, hard voice: .

"Just say yours!"

"Listen up ......"

Yun Shi snorted and stepped forward, announcing the name of a dish every time he passed a waiter :)

"One course, Phoenix Tail Shark's Fin; two, Kung Pao Rabbit; three, Pigeon with Coriander; four, Wild Duck with Eight Treasures; five, Hydrangea Dried Scallop; six, Stir-fried Chicken with Pearls; seven, Tofu with Lotus Seed; eight, Dragon Tendon with Jade Tendon; nine, Yellow Croaker in Soup; ten, Stir-fried Shredded Cuttlefish; eleven, Sliced Abalone in Milk Sauce; twelve, Lianfook Seasonal Cucumber; thirteen, Goose Palm with Mushroom; and fourteen, Roasted Mutton in Raw Sauce.

There are also four other pastry dishes, namely golden crispy birds, Ruyi rolls , meat-foam steamed buns, and accompanying top lotus leaf cakes."

"Hurrah, yes!"

Having heard the translation, Wamo applauded at will.

Holding a small plate of chopsticks, Yun Shi tasted each of the eighteen imperial dishes.

When trying to dunk yellowtail in soup, she pierced the belly of the fish with her chopsticks and then slid it along, and the precious ingredients that had been locked up in the belly of the fish for a long time gushed out onto the plate along with the rich and flavorful broth.

"Hiss, that smells good ......"

The ministers at the table exchanged words, and Wamo Cutting drew his neck and lifted his nose, taking a deep breath.

Prince Yuan Ya Tuo, who was at the top of the table, was also attracted by the fresh flavor of the yellowtail, stretching his neck to watch Yun Shi pick up a piece of fish gelatin, dipped it into the thick soup on the plate, and slowly brought it into his mouth, chewing it carefully.

Fuchsia Taku couldn't help but lick his lips as he followed suit, slapping the table noisily: .

"What's that, I want it, I want it, give it to me!"

After the ministers had tasted it, and it was about time, Master Apricot Leaf instructed the waiter.

"These eighteen imperial dishes are all fine, pass the food."

The chief emperor, Yasuharu Fuchi, suggested with a smile.

"First, distribute the dunked yellowtail in soup to Prince Tuo and General He Mao; the two of them are most fond of sea fish, and that dish gets fishy when cold."

Kazushige had been waiting for a long time, and at the moment had no objection to the Emperor's arrangement.

He slaps his round belly and laughs.

"Hahaha, the king has finally grown up and knows how to sympathize with his minister. Since this is the case, I will accept the honor."

After a few mouthfuls of the fish chunks in the food dish, the fat man felt that it was not too much and smacked his lips to ask the waiter for more.

Yuan Ya Qing didn't seem to be interested in that yellow fish and didn't move her chopsticks once from start to finish.

He lightly tugged on the corner of his lips, the arc of his smile as cold as the stringed moon, only concentrating on looking at his commoner brother, Yuan Ya Tuo, eating to his heart's content.

After that, Wamojitsu waved his big fat hand and the song and dance was suspended.

"Not only is the Ninth Wangfei beautiful, her cooking skills are also so excellent, the Ninth Prince is truly a blessed man. However, during his defense of Guiping, he fought with the Ying army many times, so if he knew that his beloved wife is currently offering her cooking skills at King Yuanya's birthday festival, how would he feel?"

Only after the words fell, some people on both sides of the courtiers' seats immediately echoed and snickered.

This is what is called "scolding the cook after having just eaten", which is not conscientious!

Do you really think those two damning letters will make it out of Kyoto?

Yun Shi secretly sneered, unimpressed by the fat man's provocation, and calmly replied back:.

"The people of the Central Plains honor propriety and righteousness, and especially value the bond of master and disciple. If the husband of this consort knows that your king is destined to be with this consort and voluntarily worships this consort as his disciple, he will only be overjoyed.

What's more, today is my disciple's birthday, so what's wrong with my consort personally making food to celebrate my disciple's birthday? As ministers, why are you laughing here?"

"......"

Yue Xilou is stunned on the field, hesitant to translate, and his strange expression draws Wamo's suspicion.

"Tsuki-kun, what did she say!"

"This woman doesn't know what's good for her, she just spoke out against you, the Great General ......."

"She didn't."

Emperor Fuchi Yakumaru directly interrupted Tsukishiro and turned his head to look at Kazumo Kage who had a huffy face containing anger: .

"Master said that these eighteen imperial dishes are her birthday gift to me, and I like them very much. Could it be that Great General He Mao and the several ministers at the bottom of the table you don't like it, and that's why you're laughing more than once in the party?"

The fat man's expression froze, and he froze between stares with the teenager.

Strange, how come today's King doesn't feel quite the same as his usual self?

After a moment's silence, Yuan Yazheng's color softened and she pursed her lips and smiled.

"Although today is my birthday, I am grateful for the hard work that Great General has put in for the government of Ying Kingdom over the years, and I have prepared a gift for Great General."

"Oh?"

The fat man's upper body leaned back, his eyes braced round in utter incredulity.

High five to Yasuharu Yuchi.

"Someone, pass it up."

Another male attendant came up with a tray in his hand and presented a large bowl of fragrant soba noodles in soup to his king.

Wamo doesn't understand.

"Your Majesty, this is ......"

"I follow my master to learn to cook not many days, at the moment I can only do some simple pasta, I will give this bowl of my handmade buckwheat noodles to the Great General today to show my gratitude for your diligence in assisting the government. Since it is handmade by me, the first bite should be by me to test the poison."

"Hey, King, King ......"

Wamochi straightens up, waving his hands hypocritically :)

"There's no need to bother, I don't trust anyone, can I not trust you, Your Majesty?"

The young man's smile always gives a sense of treacherous wrongness.

"Rules are rules."

Picking a few noodles into a small dish and tossing them with the seasoning, the teenager faced and Mowgai ate them all.

Waiting, he turned his head and asked again.

"Taku, do you want to taste the flavor as well? This is something I made with my own hands."

Hemp-faced boy snorts in disdain.

"Is this even used? As an emperor who wears an apron to the stove to please his ministers, I'm going to have a good taste of whatever tricks you make."

With a flash of essence between her eyes, Fuchsia Haru signaled Master Apricot Leaf to set aside some buckwheat noodles from a large bowl and offer them over.

Seeing Fatty and Pocky eating vigorously, Yanya Qing's smile on her lips became even deeper and colder.

"Well, does it taste okay?"

"Well, barely, but the king's thoughts are accepted by me."

Wamochi quickly swallowed the bowl of noodles and threw his chopsticks away to wipe his mouth full of soup.

A minister at the bottom of the table took the opportunity to flatter, lifted up the wine cup and laughed, saying.

"Without the Great General there would be no prosperity for the Ying Kingdom, my humble servant toasts you."

"If the Shenmachi Marine Battalion had been led by Grand Admiral He Mao in battle this time, it certainly wouldn't have lost to the Central Plains people; it's still the Grand Admiral who's mighty."

"Haha, well said, drink, drink!"

A few colleagues praised to the sky, and Mao cut joy can not touch the north, and drank a few cups of shochu, fat face began to gradually crisp and red.

Confused eyes drifted towards Gu Yunshi as he waved his empty wine goblet: .

"Hey, Your Highness, come over here and pour wine for this general, just sit here and drink with this general, hehehe ......"

"Ah-"

A scream bursts out of nowhere, a harsh, heartbreaking scream that wakes up the dazed man in an instant.

"Taku! Taku what's wrong with you!"

The crowd was stunned, and when they looked at the sound, they saw Fuchi Yatou bleeding from his seven orifices and collapsing on the side of the dining table, his red eyes staring wide open, his mouth half-open, as if he still had words yet to come out of his mouth.

His birth mother, Daisy, screamed for her life and threw herself on her son's stiffening, cold body, shaking him furiously.

Empress Yuanya, however, was calm and collected, watching the woman across from her crying to the point of hoarseness, indifferently raising her glass to swallow a mouthful of spirits.

Kazumochi pointed an angry finger at Yunoshi.

"You poisoned the dish? No, you-"

With a turn of his body, he aimed his pointing finger at the high and mighty Emperor Fuchi Yakaru again.

The young man's eyes took on an icy, warmth-less sheen, and he spoke in a voice that said.

"Everyone can see clearly, both I and Master Yun have tried the dishes, we are safe and sound, what does that mean?"

The fat man also froze, his features suddenly and dramatically changing as he contemplated.

"You... want to kill..."

The intense pain of a chopped liver caused Kazumojirushi to fall to the ground in a hurry, and he opened his mouth to cry out as a mouthful of blood spurted out.

How could he not have known that yellowtail and buckwheat coworkers are undoubtedly equivalent to the deadliest of poisons?

"Everyone see clearly, He Maojie killed Prince Tuo by hemlock and then committed suicide, give me...immediately kill his accomplices!"

No sooner had the sinister words fallen than the male musicians bellowed and cleaved the instruments in their hands, taking the short blades concealed in their flutes, stringed instruments and drumsticks in their hands.

Meanwhile, the dancers pulled down the sword pins in their buns and rushed toward the minister's table with the male musicians.

They struck neatly, slashing one man's throat with a single cut.

The scene immediately got out of control.

Some of the ministers exclaimed, some pleaded, and some hugged and ran violently outside the banquet hall.

Numerous black-clothed men rushed headlong into the banquet hall to block the way out, weapons in their hands glowing ferociously.

The ministers no longer dared to act rashly, and dutifully hunkered down on the floor, awaiting their release.

They then reacted to the fact that the perpetrators were not real artistes or musicians, but trained killers.

During the fight Yue Xilou directly ripped off the arm of a male musician, and while he was screaming miserably, he made a palm strike and shattered his heavenly aura.

With a sideways glance at the ghostly face on the black-clad man's face, the eunuch's heart shook with chagrin as he said: .

"Tianyan Sect!"

Gritting his teeth and flying to circle with the killers for not much time, Yue Xilou fought to kill a bloody path to rush out of the palace to go, but was intercepted by the tall back shape clad in an arcane cloak.

That piercing silver hair sent chills through Yue Xilou's heart.

The man leisurely turned back, removing his basalt iron mask with one hand, revealing his absolutely beautiful and peerless face.

He smiled at the dumbfounded Yue Xilou with a grim to absolute coldness, and shook the long sword on his right hand: .

"Where are you going, Tsukune, Tsukishimozen? We haven't settled the score between us yet, have we?"

The banquet hall, the riot is over.

Fuchsia Haru stepped over the blood that littered the ground, her somber gaze sweeping over the dead bodies strewn about.

He slowly walked closer to the ambling ministers, taking in their trembling expressions one by one.

"Those of you who survive don't need to worry," the teenager stared: the

"I understand that during the years that Genkura, Kamagawa, and Kazushige have been assisting the government, your days have been lived as fearfully as you are now.

But from now on you don't have to be afraid anymore, I have turned fifteen today, I will take back my power and rule in person from now on!"

"You dream-"

Has no sound for a long time and Mao cut suddenly jumped up, blood stained fat face five features hideous misplaced, unusually horrible.

"I'm gonna kill you-"

He snarled and copied the short sword on the ground, lunging at the teenager with his bloody mouth open.

The instantaneous and sudden change made the teenager completely unable to take precautions and only felt his mind go blank.

In my ears, my mother's cry.

"Haru-"

After the pain was over, Fuchi Yakumaru fell out of the way.

The moment he came to consciousness, he saw that his mother's upper body was red with blood.

The short knife in Wamochi's hand was stabbing deep into her spine.

"Mother-"

Tears raged as the teenager's eyes burned red with the fury of hatred.

Yun Shi copied a bowl of pepper and threw it at the fat man.

"My eyes! Ah-my eyes!"

He wailed and stepped back, rubbing his eyes desperately with both hands.

The teenager overturned the upper chief's square table, drew the long knife that was stuck across the back of the table, rushed to Kazuma's face, and aimed at his rounded belly was a gas of stabbing.

The fat man grunted a few times, and his corpse collapsed limply, blood mixed with fat oil flowing all over the place.

"Ah-ah-"

The teenager screamed and still wouldn't stop, but Yun Shi came in time to dissuade him from doing so:

"Haru! It's over, it's over! Stop it!"

She snatched the blood-stained knife away from him and took his face in her hands, tears in her eyes.

"He's dead, he's broken, it's over!"

The teenager stared for a moment, his reddened eyes gradually clearing up: .

"Master, is it really over?"

Yun Shi falls into tears and nods her head vigorously :)

"It's over, go see your mother."

"Mother ...... mother!"

The young man walked on his knees to the Empress Dowager, held her bloodstained hand, and cried.

"Mother, wake up and don't leave me! Please, please-"

Empress Yuanya strained to open her eyes, focusing her lax and unfocused eyes on the teenager.

Raising a trembling hand to wipe the blood from his face, the woman smiled a hard, pale smile: the

"Your Majesty...you were so brave today...your father...will be so proud of you...when he sees it in heaven ......"

The teenager grabs his mother's hand against his cheek and sobs.

"Don't leave me, it must hold, please-"

"Don't worry, I will definitely hold out ...... I also have to, watch the king...welcome the great consort."

Weakly turning her eyes to gaze at Gu Yunshi, the woman's eyes gleamed and she whispered in Chinese with an inaccurate bite.

"Thanks."

A man in black reported back to Yun Shi.

"My subordinate has just sealed the acupuncture points for Empress Dowager Yuan Ya to stop the bleeding, she is not in danger at the moment, she only needs to pull out the knife early for medical treatment."

Yun Shi's brows were soothing and she was smiling with tears in her eyes: .

"Great!"

The male attendants brought in long rattan frames, and at the command of the medical officer lifted the injured Empress up and made her lie prone on them, and sent her off to a quiet room to be healed.

Yasuharu Fuchi stood tall among the ministers and commanded with his head held high.

"Undersecretary of the Ido, immediately send word to the front lines that Wamo Cutting has staged a coup d'état with Prince Fuchia Taku. Empress Fuchia is seriously injured, and Emperor Fuchia Haru, dead!"

The courtier's eyes were startled and terrified: the

"Your Majesty, this ......"

Announcing a death at the Birthday Festival doesn't sound auspicious in any way.

The young man's face is calm and sophisticated.

"Do as you are told, and also spread the news to the people that the new Emperor, Fuchi Yatou, is about to ascend the throne. Fujita Shimotomi, you will immediately lead forty samurai on a secret mission to assassinate the families of Wamo and Kamakawa."

"Yes."

The two courtiers led the way to do their work.

The other ministers were arranged by the male attendants to go to the East Court, and were given to be guarded up by special persons.

They will regain their freedom only when the last of the auxiliary generals, Kamakawa Yusui, is resolved.

Only Yuan Ya Qing and Yun Shi were left in the banquet hall, and the teenager could no longer contain his emotional outburst and jumped into Yun Shi's arms and cried: .

"Master, thank ...... you."

Yun Shi gently caresses his head and smiles in a clear and vegetative way: .

"Today I give you permission to cry out, and remember, this is the last time you will cry in your life."