Yao Qing only found out the news in the afternoon.
He was checking the accounts between the Guiyuan Hall and Sun Zhonghe when a servant hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear.
Yao Qing's expression changed instantly, he threw down the account book and walked out.
Sun Zhonghe shouted "Young Master Qing" behind him.
He didn't hear anything, he only heard the sound of his own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.
He rode back to Yao Residence and trotted all the way into Zhou Qi's yard.
Before approaching the courtyard, I heard the "hahaha" sound of Lao Qianfeng in the courtyard.
There are other people in the courtyard.
Yao Qing straightened his clothes, put away the anxiety on his face, and knocked on the door.
The door opened quickly.
Seeing that it was him, the boy stepped aside and whispered, "Master has been here for a while."
Yao Qing nodded and stepped into the courtyard gate.
Main Hall's door was open, and he could see what was going on inside at a glance.
Zhou Qi is sitting on the main seat.
Yao Jingyi is sitting in the guest seat.
This seat made Yao Qing pause for a moment.
He subconsciously glanced at his father's face.
Yao Jingyi leaned on the back of the chair, put one hand on the armrest, and held the teacup in the other hand, with a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth that he didn't have time to take back.
That face didn't have the coldness when approving official documents, the severity when reprimanding him, or even the politeness when meeting foreign guests.
He is laughing.
The Lao Qianfeng sound just now was the laughter of Yao Jingyi.
Forty years later, he knew for the first time that Yao Jingyi could still laugh.
When Yao Jingyi saw him, he raised his hand and waved it casually like an ordinary father, signaling Yao Qing to come to the hall.
"Here? Come in."
Yao Qing walked into the Main Hall and first saluted Yao Jingyi: "Father."
Then he turned to Zhou Qi and saluted again. "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Qi nodded and said nothing.
"Sit down." Yao Jingyi raised his chin towards the chair next to him.
Yao Qing sat down with his back straight. This has been a habit for many years. He never dared to relax in front of his father.
Yao Jingyi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spoke slowly:
"You came too soon, Guiyuan Hall, are you finished with your work?"
Yao Qing was stunned. This was the first time he asked himself these irrelevant details.
"Not yet... not yet." Yao Qing's voice was a little tight, "I rushed back when I heard the news."
Yao Jingyi nodded, not frowning like before, nor saying "what do you look like in a panic".
He just said "hmm" and then said, "Go back tomorrow, Sun Zhonghe, let him settle the account first.
Yao Qing responded, feeling a little dazed.
Zhou Qi was drinking tea and seemed not to notice the subtle changes between father and son.
Yao Jingyi spoke again, "Do you know about Mr. Zhou's matter?"
Yao Qing nodded. "I heard the news, three people attacked Mr. Zhou."
Yao Jingyi said "Yeah" in a calm tone, but what he said next made Yao Qing stunned again, "Three Foundation Establishment Late Stage, Mr. Zhou killed them all with one against three."
"Mr. Zhou has Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer!"
Yao Qing was so shocked that he stood up and moved his chair with him.
"Nine... ninth floor?!!"
Yao Jingyi suddenly frowned and was about to open his mouth to reprimand, but after thinking of something, his brows relaxed.
Yao Qing knew about the battle on the street, but the information was not that well-informed. He only knew that it was Foundation Establishment Late Stage's battle.
Zhou Qi killed three people.
Even the captain of the City Defense Army did not dare to step forward, and finally Huangfu Song came forward.
"Sit down." Yao Jingyi said.
Yao Qing Then he realized that he was still standing. He pulled the chair back and sat down.
"You are lucky to have Mr. Zhou help you!" Yao Jingyi looked at Yao Qing with a hint of praise in his tone.
Then Yao Jingyi withdrew his gaze, turned to Zhou Qi, and his tone returned to solemnity. "Mr. Zhou, Yao will remember what happened today."
"Champion Marquis, Yao will ask Emperor Xianwu for a copy."
"You just have to practice with peace of mind. If you need anything, just ask."
Zhou Qi nodded. "Thank you Mr. Yao."
Yao Jingyi waved his hand, stood up, and straightened his clothes.
"You young people, let's chat." Yao Jingyi finished speaking and strode out.
The hospital fell into silence for a while.
Zhou Qi poured a cup of tea for Yao Qing.
Yao Qing picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"My father never sat in the guest seats before," he said suddenly.
Zhou Qi glanced at him, smiled and said nothing.
They are all smart people, so they know what Yao Jingyi's attitude means.
Yao Qing sat for a while, stood up, and straightened his clothes.
He bent down deeply and bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Zhou, thank you."
Zhou Qi put down the teacup, glanced at him, and nodded.
Yao Qing smiled and strode out.
Blackstone City, Champion Marquis Estate.
Because of the long distance, the message was slow and it took three days to arrive.
At this moment he was holding a letter in his hand. The letter was very short:
"Jin Tie, Li Cang, Shadow Seven, all three are dead, the murderer Zhou Qi, the new Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak."
Champion Marquis read the letter three times.
Then he put the letter on the table, stood up, and walked to the window.
The losses were heavy.
Two Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer and one Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer, all dead.
Champion Marquis's hand clenched in his sleeve for a moment and then let go.
And Yongjing has another person with peak combat power.
Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak.
According to his previous information, there were only two Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layers among Yongjing and Imperial City.
Apart from Imperial City, only Huangfu Song is Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer, and the remaining Aristocratic Clan are nothing more than Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Now there is another one, in his early twenties, Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak.
He turned around and walked back to the desk.
"Here comes someone."
The door was pushed open, and a guard bowed and obeyed.
"Go and invite some gentlemen to discuss the matter."
The guard responded and retreated.
He looked at the sandbox model on the table.
On the sand table is a miniature landscape of Yongjing City, including city walls, streets, mansions, and palaces.
There was silence for a long time.
"The plan needs to be advanced." He spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was telling himself, "If we delay it any longer, things may change!"
There were footsteps outside the door.
The counselors have arrived.
Champion Marquis stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode towards the meeting hall.
The next day, Imperial City Tai Chi Hall.
The morning light slipped from the glazed tiles on the roof of the hall and shone on the bronze cranes on both sides of Danbi. The cigarettes in the cranes' mouths curled up and spread slowly in the empty hall.
Hundreds of civil and military officials lined up on both sides, holding wat tablets and standing with their heads bowed.
On the dragon chair, Emperor Xianwu sat motionless.
He is sixty-seven years old, but he looks to be in his early forties.
He has a thin face, slightly high cheekbones, and a pair of eyes that are half open and half closed, like a napping tiger.
He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, the corners of which hung on the edge of the dragon chair, motionless.
What happened last night has been spread throughout Yongjing City.
Champion Marquis sent people to assassinate Yao Family's guest. Three masters were killed in a bloody battle in the street, and even Taiwei Huangfu Song was alarmed.
This morning is destined to be uneventful.
Sure enough.
Yao Jingyi is the first to appear.
Holding the wat tablet in his hand, he walked to the center of Danbi, bowed and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty! I have this memorial!"
Emperor Xianwu raised his eyelids. "Yes."
Yao Jingyi straightened up, glanced at the ministers on both sides, and said with suppressed anger in his voice, "Yesterday, Champion Marquis connived at the domestic slaves Jin Tie, Li Cang, and Shadow Seven to sneak into the capital, commit murder in the streets, and assassinate Yao Residence guest guest Zhou Qi!"
"The three assassins are all Foundation Establishment monks, and two of them are Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer! They attacked in the busy city. The explosions were loud and poisonous smoke filled the air. The people fled in panic, but City Defense Army did not dare to step forward!"
"If Zhou Qi hadn't been extremely powerful and killed three people, the consequences would have been disastrous!"
The more Yao Jingyi spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice rose a little higher. "Your Majesty, Champion Marquis is raising dead soldiers, privately recruiting masters to come to Beijing, and committing murders in the streets. This is unjust! This is a provocation to the imperial court! I ask your Majesty to issue an order to severely punish Champion Marquis, reduce his military power, and uphold the law of the country!"