C130 Secret room visitors(2)

The third person was Lu Linghui, the vice commander of the capital's army. He wore a dark mask, revealing only a pair of bright, shining eyes.

He rarely attended parties in the secret chamber, and it could be said that for most people, he was also an invisible person who only had a single line of communication with Xiao Yi Xiu. He hadn't thought that the reason he would be summoned this time was to introduce this wangfei.

This was not the first time he had met Gu Qingli. Although he had seen her methods before, he still had some reservations towards her. However, he had always kept a low profile and remained silent.

The fourth person was not secretive and often appeared in the King's Manor. A heroic looking man in an armor uniform seemed to have just come down from the battlefield and never lacked the aura of an ordinary warrior, but in reality, he had already been far away from the battlefield for many years. Ever since the year that Xiao Yixiu left office, he had been sent back to the capital for dereliction of duty. He could only remain as a military officer in the capital and train his long-range archers in the Imperial Guard.

This man was known as a godly archer of the military. His archery skills were unrivalled, and his name was Shi Chen. When he took Gu Qing Li's glass, he looked down at the cup and smiled. Gu Qing Li watched the wine cup disappear into a pile of fragments in his palm.

Although it was also shattered, it wasn't the method that Gu Qing Li had used on He Zhen Kun just now. It was also a threatening warning. Shi Chen had used his martial arts to protect her, but all he wanted was to warn her. In a man's world, sometimes, martial arts were emphasized – direct, simple, and brutal.

Gu Qingli also gave a faint smile. Her ring was embedded with a diamond. Earlier, when she was playing with the glass beaker, she had used her exquisite strength to destroy it to the verge of shattering, before handing it over to He Zhenkun. She had calculated that the general had always been rough, had great strength, and it was impossible for him to be as exquisite and light as her.

This move of Shi Chen's clearly showed that he had crushed the thick glazed roof. Normal girls would not have such strength.

She calmly looked at the cocoon in Shi Chen's mouth, "Commander Shi should be good at riding and shooting, but unfortunately this secret chamber is too small. If there's a chance, we can spar for a bit."

Shi Chen almost burst into laughter. Even Lin Zhihan frowned slightly, "Princess, these martial arts skills are not suitable for you."

The expressions on the faces of the others changed as well. Gu Qing Li was clear that conquering this group of people wasn't something that could be suppressed with just the status of a wangfei.

Gu Qingli smiled and didn't answer. She continued to pour more wine and toast him. A handsome and reserved man received the toast. He looked very young, and was both silent and gentle. He didn't expect that he would not obediently accept the cup. He suddenly waved his sleeve and a tornado of air rushed towards her. It was as if there was an invisible hand that was trying to snatch the glass cup from her.

Gu Qing Li knew that she was not as strong as these martial artists when she was young in terms of internal force cultivation. She changed the power of her internal force and turned the cup in the center of the vortex.

She saw that the man's mouth revealed a hint of clear contempt, and it was obvious that he was mocking her for her flashy and unrealistic move. Although it appeared that she was relieved, it actually exposed her shallow inner strength weakness. She pursed her lips and smiled, a silver light flashing at the bottom of her sleeve, waiting for the opponent to sense it. She waved her sleeve to block, but how could she catch the silver needles?

Seeing that the full cup of wine was about to fall to the ground, Gu Qingli's bright white palm had already arrived in front of him. As she turned the cup over, she calmly held the glass in her palm and smiled sweetly: "If General Rong is weak, why don't you let this wangfei do it for you?"

In the middle of the forest, Rong Zi Feng was holding her hand in front of his eyes. Suddenly, his face turned red, and he couldn't even speak.

Even though he was just like everyone else, he was filled with hostility and disbelief towards the bewitching princess, but he was also an unmarried young man. He thought that he had never been close to a woman, and he had only ever shown his prowess on the battlefield, where war horses were galloping, but who would have thought that he would end up in the hands of this beautiful woman who looked like an orchid.

However, at this moment, Xiao Yi Xiu coughed lightly, breaking the tense yet delicate atmosphere.

In a flustered and embarrassed manner, Rong Zi Feng stretched out his untouched hand to receive the wine cup. He inadvertently shook it, spilling half of the wine cup onto his chest.

Gu Qingli sneered. Although it was not malicious, it caused Rong Zifeng to sweat profusely. He really wanted to find a hole to drill into. Actually, the person she was laughing at was Xiao Yixiu, who was fine with everything, so she didn't pay attention to Rong Zifeng's embarrassment at all.

When the sixth goblet of wine was raised, Gu Qingli was like a bow full of strings, ready to face another wave of force. She could tell that most of the people who had followed Xiao Yi Xiu were martial generals of all ranks. Even back then, they had fought with him on the battlefield and had always been loyal to him, never willing to betray him.

However, this was also a weakness of his in the imperial court. These people were either not implicated because of their lower positions, or were sent back to the capital to report after being implicated by him. In fact, they had limited manpower and an awkward position. As far as he was concerned, the civil officials in the court were all divided among the Xin, Ling, and Lan families. No wonder he would fight over a mere assistant minister like Lin Zhihan.

Unexpectedly, as Gu Qingli was thinking this, the person sitting opposite to her easily accepted her toast and nodded slightly. "Imperial history's Han Yifei greets the wangfei."

The man was about thirty years old. She was gentle, well-mannered, and didn't look aggressive at all. However, Gu Qingli could see the deep and reserved expression in his modest and respectful eyes. In his confused attitude, he hid her reservations about her "nature remains to be determined." She was similar to Lu Linghui, but more difficult to understand and more profound.

She wasn't too unfamiliar with this type of behavior. She knew that he followed the same route as Xiao Yixiu – the underworld. He didn't refute her, didn't reject her, and didn't mean that he would accept her; he just used an even sharper, invisible blade to dissect the person he needed to know.

This kind of person would suddenly let you fall into his trap.

Therefore, the most frightening thing was that no one had ever seen a sword soldier fight since the ancient times. This was a contest between civil officials.

The seventh person was dressed in a black robe. His skin was white and he had a handsome face. He looked like a man of leisure. Judging by his appearance, it was impossible to tell whether he was a civil or military man.

Gu Qingli had noticed that there was a cocoon between his fingers and the tiger's mouth at the corner of the table, but the scholarly style of her wide sleeves was similar to that of a scholar, and they did not have any official air about them.