Chapter 1532

"You You son of a bitch... "

The emperor clenched his teeth and glared at Han lingfu fiercely. He grasped the right hand of the opponent's wrist more forcefully. It seemed that he wanted to vent his heartfelt hatred. His face was twisted like a ghost, "come on, put Oh

Han Ling Fu was shocked and covered the emperor's mouth and nose with his left hand. He said incoherently, "father, you misunderstood me. Your son's minister has not My son did not... "

He didn't hurt his father!

"Against Well... "

At this time, where the emperor still heard these, he struggled desperately, his bloodshot eyes glared out, full of anger.

Han lingfu has no doubt that as long as he releases his hand, his father will kill him!

Han Ling Fu's head is in a mess.

What should he do?!

Either you die or I die, he seems to have only one way to go

Han lingfu's eyes gradually turned red and moist

The emperor seems to feel something, struggling more fiercely, and Han lingfu's men are more powerful, with the help of the strength of the body to suppress the emperor can not move

"My father..." Why don't you listen to your son's explanation!

Han lingfu looked at the emperor sadly and helplessly, and felt that he was standing on a single wooden bridge on the abyss. The cold wind was coming, and there seemed to be an invisible force behind him pushing him forward step by step

Behind him are countless evil spirits stretching out a wrist from the netherworld, trying to drag him down. Only when he goes forward can he find a chance of life.

No one can know about it. He can't be stained with any stain. He has to ascend to the supreme position!

Once this incident is exposed, he is the villain of the emperor, he will no longer have the original glory, his life will be impossible!

No! no no

Han lingfu's eyes are more and more trance, more and more crazy, he does not admit his life, he will not recognize it!

No matter how many obstacles fate has created in front of him, he will not admit his fate!

Han lingfu subconsciously tightened his arm, more and more hard, more and more

Unconsciously, the emperor's eyes gradually lax, struggle more and more small, only the feet are still slightly twitching.

Death is getting closer to him

Is he really going to die here, in the hands of his own son?!

How could it be?!

He is the son of heaven. He is ordered by heaven. How could he die like this!

The breathless emperor writhed like a fish thrown ashore until the last moment of suffocation

Thick darkness came over him

The emperor was unwilling to stare at the big eyes, and finally did not move like a dead fish.

But Han lingfu still covered the emperor's mouth and nose for a long time

He seemed to be suddenly aware of something and jumped up. The emperor had slipped down the palm of his right wrist.

In the room, a dead silence, only that octagonal palace lamp in the candle jumping.

Han lingfu stares at the emperor on the Dragon couch. The emperor's eyes almost stare to the extreme. His pupils are dim. His face is pale. He is white without blood, which is a symbol of death

Han Ling Fu's heart is cold, can't help but call a light: "father Emperor..."

The emperor did not respond. He did not move.

Han lingfu's eyes were wide open and gasped violently.

"Hoo Whoa... "

After a while, he calmed down a little, and then slowly stretched out his left hand. His hand trembled like chaff and put it under the emperor's nose

Han lingfu's face was suddenly pale, like an emperor on a dragon couch. Father and son glared at each other, one alive and the other dead.

He was sure that the emperor was out of breath!

The emperor's funeral!

Han lingfu looked at his hands and the small porcelain jar in his right hand in disbelief.

He killed his father himself!

This is the crime of Patricide and regicide!

"Hoo Whoa... "

Thinking of this, Han lingfu gave out a short gasp, staggered back two steps, his eyes fell on the body of the emperor, and murmured: "father, I don't want to..."

Yes, he didn't want to!

If the father is willing to listen to him, if he is willing to step back, then how can things develop to this point

He is forced, he is helpless!

Han lingfu was flustered and at a loss for a moment. His chaotic brain couldn't think at all. His heart beat and gasped in his ears.

But in a flash, he was sweating, and his whole midcoat was wet, as if he had been fished out of the water.

There is a voice in his heart saying that he must be calm, he can't wait to die He must try to bring disaster to the East!His eyes filled with thick haze, more and more dark, suddenly he thought of something, eyes have a look, strange and cruel.

In this case You can kill two birds with one stone!

If you don't do it for yourself, heaven kills the earth.

Some things are predestined, no wonder he.

In the room, the breath gradually calmed down, the sound of footsteps sounded, and then fell into a dead silence, silent, only the candle jumping

A moment later, there was another sound of walking, this time from outside the house, followed by the voice of a small Valet saluting.

The visitor answered and continued to walk inside.

When the curtain was lifted from the outside, an old woman dressed in black and auspicious and dark grain mounds came in slowly. Her sharp eyes quickly looked around her for a week, and then fell on the emperor with her eyes closed on the Dragon couch.

It is yongyang who comes here.

Yongyang frowned slightly. The Emperor didn't have a person to serve him. However, in recent years, the emperor's temper became worse and worse, and his suspicion became more and more serious

"The emperor." Yong Yang called softly and slowed down. He was not sure whether the emperor was asleep or sleeping.

The emperor on the Dragon couch didn't make any movement. He seemed to be asleep.

"The Emperor..." Yong Yang called again, and went closer. The sleeping emperor was less than two feet away from her.

The emperor's eyes were closed and he did not move.

Is the emperor asleep?!

Yong Yang hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should quit. But there is another voice in my heart saying that there seems to be something wrong

After the ceremony, the emperor went to the princess's house and asked her to help protect Dayu River and mountain. She agreed to For the great Yujiang mountain, for the prince. These days, in order to rebuild the military system, she went into the palace every day at this time to discuss with the emperor.

The emperor knew clearly that she was coming. How could he sleep?!

Still sleeping so well.

It's not like an emperor!

Yong Yang's eyebrows are locked more tightly, looking at the emperor's peaceful sleeping face, his heart is pounding.

The emperor's face was too pale, too pale to be bloody or angry. He looked like a puppet who had lost his soul

Yongyang has been fighting in the battlefield for many years and has seen tens of thousands of dead people She stares at the emperor's motionless nose, and a possibility comes to her mind.

Do you mean

Yong Yang pupil contraction.

For the most part of her life, she has witnessed the collapse of the previous dynasty, witnessed the rise of Dayu, and witnessed Dayu step by step into the abyss

Her old friend is far away, leaving her alone.

She thought she had learned that Mount Tai had fallen in front of her, but now she had to be moved by her conjecture.

Yongyang went to the emperor step by step, almost difficult to move, but still firmly walked to the edge of the Dragon couch.

In a few short steps, she had confirmed her guess.

The emperor's funeral!

Without testing the emperor's breath or pulse, yongyang can confirm this point.

Yongyang looked at the emperor on the Dragon couch, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

Her nephew, the second emperor of Dayu, went quietly

Yong Yang stands still. Even she doesn't know what the mood is. She has a mixed mind

In a moment, Yong Yang calmed down a little and turned his mind fast.

How could the emperor suddenly die?!

As far as she knows, the emperor's condition has been stable recently, unless he has been stimulated by a sudden stroke But there is no one here.

The emperor is dead, and the only living person in the room is her!

Yong Yang more think more wrong, heart suddenly sink down.

As if in the verification of her heart ominous like, outside the bedroom came a few people disorderly footsteps and conversation sound.

"The Lord is really filial. He decocted the medicine for the Emperor himself." Liu Gonggong said with a smile, "the grand doctor also said that the emperor's body is very good."

"Filial piety is the first, and the health of the father's dragon is the blessing of great abundance." Han Ling Fu Wen Sheng.

Then came the salute voice of the little internal servant: "see Princess Gong, Duke Liu. The royal highness of Princess Yang has just arrived. "

The sound of footsteps outside is getting closer and closer. With a burst of curtain picking sound, Han lingfu and Duke Liu come in. Naturally, they can see the emperor and the chanting Yang beside the couch.

"Grandmother..." Han lingfu's eyes from Yong Yang to see the emperor on the bed, if nothing happened, "but the father is asleep?"

He came to the couch with a hot medicine bowl

Then, as if he had found something, he trembled.

"Father emperor!"

Almost at the same time, the celadon bowl in Han lingfu's hand dropped off his hand and fell down. Hearing the sound of "Dong", the celadon bowl fell into pieces on the cold and hard ground, and the brown soup was splashed with countless pieces of porcelain.The whole place is in a mess, and the clothes of Han Ling Fu and Yong Yang are stained

Boom!

Outside came the continuous dull thunder. The thunder and lightning in the sky flashed in layers of clouds. The Imperial Palace, chaotang, Wangdu and even Dayu were about to usher in another storm, and a tsunami that could destroy the earth and the sky was coming.

Under the cover of the nest, there is no egg!

The storm of Wangdu is coming, and Yuzhou, which is hundreds of miles away, is sunny and full of autumn.

As the three thousand you rode southward, the capital was shaken by the place where it passed. The local officials were in a state of panic. They only hoped that the plague gods from southern Xinjiang would return to southern Xinjiang.

Xiao Yi and Guan yubai man don't care about this. They should go on their way, have a rest and eat when they should

It was noon on that day, and the Party passed by a small town. Xiao Yi simply asked Youqi camp to stand by several miles outside the town. He and Guan yubai entered the town.

They were dressed in light clothes and robes. At first glance, they looked like two childish brothers who were playing in mountains and rivers. They were graceful and graceful, which attracted many curious eyes in the town.

Both young people are used to being the focus of the crowd, and both are calm.

Small as it is, the town is prosperous, with restaurants and shops on both sides of the street.

Xiao Yi looked around and was about to pick a restaurant at random. He listened to Guan yubai's proposal and said, "ah Yi, this is the number one restaurant."

Along with the eyes of the white official language, we can see that there is a small wine shop a few feet away. Red wine banners are flying wantonly in the wind.

Xiao Yi has never been picky. It's good to have meat. He agrees directly with his actions. He lets the dark clouds in his crotch gallop in the direction of the wine shop for a few steps, and then he can get down quickly.

Guan yubai followed, pulling the horse rope with his left hand, stopped the horse leisurely and turned down. His smooth and flexible movements could not show that he was a right-handed man a few months ago.

Although the restaurant is small, the business of this restaurant is good. If you look at it from the door, the restaurant is full of seats, and the aroma of wine is coming to your face, which makes people stir.

"Hello, my guests." "There are no seats in it. I wonder if you would mind sitting outside..." With that, his eyes looked apologetically at the bamboo shed built outside the restaurant. There were seven or eight tables under the bamboo shed, which was still open.

The two young men looked at each other, picked a table nearby, and sat down. The young man saw the situation and laughed more attentively. He helped to tie the two horses aside and introduced the specialty of their family.

After ordering the dishes, the waiter retired. Only Xiao Yi and Guan yubai were left, but also quiet.

As they slowly drank tea, the official Bai raised his eyes and looked at the waving wine banners above, and suddenly said, "Yi, I'm going to let Huang and Tai come to southern Xinjiang..."

This time, Xiao Yi also looked at the three words on the wine banner - number one scholar.

The number one scholar! Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, revealing a trace of expectation.

Although Xiao Yi has never seen the Yellow champion in the official language, he has long heard of his name This man has a good manner of our generation, which suits his taste!

"Although Huang Hetai is young and a bit frivolous, the governor still has some abilities At that time, we can lighten the burden of Nanliang. "

Xiao Yi cocked up the corner of his mouth, smilingly playing with the teacup in his hand, and said, "Xiaobai, so that general Tian can finally come back." Said, his smile in more than a touch of cunning, "old general Tian has written to cry several times."

If you want to say what can make you cry and drive a famous general crazy, it is probably the internal affairs and people's livelihood!

It is not only Fu Yunhe and Tian He, but also the people in the army who are afraid of it.

Xiao Yi knew that, and of course, the official language Bai also knew that. Inevitably, there was more helplessness between the descriptions. They exchanged a look.

This is the biggest problem in front of them. They are short of manpower!

The knuckles of his left hand were tapping on the table.

Huang Hetai stayed in Wangdu, but it was just a small Hanlin. It was better to go to Nanliang to show his strong points.

The official Bai narrowed his eyes and said: "a Yi, now that the southern border is initially settled, if you want to secure and prosper, you need not only military generals, but also civil servants, but also scholars are a little bit arrogant..."

Ten years of cold, no one asked, one shot to fame, the world knows.

The Confucian classics learned by scholars are loyalty to the monarch, that is, they want goods from the emperor's house. They only think that Zhennan palace is a rogue official and a thief. I'm afraid they will not want to turn to Zhennan palace for their own fame.

It's nice to say that the scholar is pure and lofty, and the ugly point is that he is loyal to the emperor.

Even if the southern Xinjiang didn't take the initiative to break away from Dayu, even if the emperor ordered to cut down the vassal state first, these military generals and people in southern Xinjiang were enough to pacify them, but they were not enough to make those loyal scholars submit to him.

But now southern Xinjiang is in great need of civil servants!

What did Xiao Yi think of? There was a flash of light in the beautiful peach blossom eyes. Today, different from the past, the confrontation between Nanjiang and Dayu has been put on the table. In fact, they still have people to help, right?At this time, the direction of the town came a rush of horse hooves sound, Xiao Yi and the official language White happened to follow the reputation.

Two knights came, one was a young general in black armor and the other was a young man in grey robe. The horseshoes were flying, and the anxiety in the people's hearts came with the sound of the horse's hooves.

Xiao Yi and the official language Bai's heart sank. What's the matter?!

The two of them come down to Xiao Yi's shed and see the knight's target.

Xu Xiaowei of Youqi camp clasped his fist and said: "the son of a generation, marquis, the king all have someone to report!"

Xu Xiaowei, dressed in the battle armour of the southern Xinjiang army, was so eye-catching that many passers-by stopped at once, and more and more curious eyes turned to this small wine shop.

The young man in grey robe came from the capital of the King Day and night. He had not had a rest for many days. He looked tired, but he still insisted: "son of a generation, Lord of marquis, the emperor is dead!"

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