847 836 Emperor Collapse

"You you son"

The emperor gritted his teeth and stared at Han Lingfu fiercely, grasping the opponent's wrist with his right hand harder. He seemed to want to vent his monstrous hatred, and his face was twisted like a ghost. "Come here, please!"

Han Lingfu was overwhelmed with surprise, covering the mouth and nose of the emperor with his left hand, and said incoherently: "Father and Emperor, you misunderstood, there are no sons and sons."

He didn't hurt his father emperor!

"Reverse"

The emperor could still listen to this at this time. He was struggling desperately, his bloody eyes bulging out, full of anger.

Han Lingfu has no doubt that as long as he let go, his father and emperor will kill him!

Han Lingfu was confused.

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 his eyes were wet

The emperor seemed to feel something, struggling even harder, and Han Lingfu’s men were also more powerful, suppressing the emperor with his physical strength.

"Father Emperor", why don't you listen to your son's explanation!

Han Lingfu looked at the emperor sadly and helplessly, feeling like he was standing on a single-wood bridge over the vast abyss, and the cold wind was coming, and there seemed to be an invisible force behind him pushing him step by step. go

Behind him are countless evil spirits sticking out a wrist from Huang Quan to drag him down. Only by going forward can he find a ray of life.

No one knows about this matter, he can't be stained with any stains, he has to be in the supreme position!

Once this matter is exposed, he is the rebel son who murdered the emperor, he no longer has the original glory, and his life is no longer possible!

Do not!Do not!Do not!

Han Lingfu's eyes are getting more and more trance and more and more crazy, he does not admit his fate, he will not admit his fate!

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

Han Lingfu subconsciously tightened his arms, working harder and harder..

Unconsciously, the emperor's eyes gradually loosened, struggling to get smaller and smaller, leaving only his feet still twitching slightly.

Death is getting closer to him

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

how come?!

He is the emperor, he was ordered by God, how could he die like this!

The emperor who couldn't breathe wriggled like a fish thrown ashore until the last moment of suffocation

Thick darkness enveloped him

The emperor's eyes widened unwillingly, and finally remained motionless like a dead fish.

But Han Lingfu still clutched the emperor’s nose and mouth for a long time.

He seemed to realize something suddenly, jumped up suddenly, and the emperor's palm holding his right wrist slipped down.

There was silence in the room, except for the candlelight in the octagonal lantern.

Han Lingfu stared blankly at the emperor on the dragon couch. The emperor's eyes almost glared to the extreme, his pupils were dull, his face was pale, there was no white blood, the white symbol of death

Han Lingfu felt cold in his heart and could not help but whispered: "Father Emperor"

The emperor did not respond and remained motionless.

Han Lingfu's eyes widened and he gasped violently.

"Huhu"

It took a while for him to calm down a little, he slowly leaned over, and then slowly extended his left hand, shaking his hands like a sieve, putting it under the emperor's nose

Han Lingfu's complexion was instantly pale, just like the emperor on the dragon couch. The father and son stared at each other, a life and a death.

He was sure that the emperor had lost his breath!

The emperor's funeral!

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

He personally killed his father emperor!

This is the crime of killing the father and killing the king, the sin is unforgivable!

"Huhu"

Thinking of this, Han Lingfu issued another rapid gasp, staggering back two steps, his eyes fell on the emperor's body, and his mouth muttered: "Father and Emperor, I don't want it either."

Yes, he didn't want to!

If the father and emperor are willing to listen to him, if the father and emperor are willing to take a step back, then how can things develop to this point

He was forced, he was helpless!

Han Lingfu was flustered, and at a moment he was at a loss. The chaotic brain could not think at all, his own heartbeat echoed in his ears, gasping.

But in a blink of an eye, he was sweating a lot, and his entire undergarment was soaked, as if he had been picked up from the water.

There was a voice in his heart that said he must be calm, he couldn't sit still and he must try to lead the waters!

There was a thick haze in his eyes, which was getting darker and darker. Suddenly he thought of something, and his eyes were full of wonder, strange and cruel.

In this case, you can kill two birds with one stone!

People are not their own, and they are destroyed.

Some things are doomed to heaven, no wonder he is.

In the room, the breath gradually calmed down, the footsteps sounded, and then fell into silence again, quietly, only the candlelight continued to jump

A moment later, another sound of footsteps sounded, this time from the outside of the house, followed by the voice of a small inner waiter saluting.

The person answered and continued to walk inside.

When the door curtain was lifted from the outside, an old woman wearing a black and auspicious dark-skinned masquerader walked in without any trouble, a pair of sharp eyes quickly looked around for a week, and then landed on the dragon couch. The closed emperor.

The comer is Yongyang.

Yongyang frowned slightly, and there was no one beside the emperor to serve. However, in recent years, the emperor's temper has become worse and worse, and his suspicions have become heavier and heavier.

"Emperor." Yong Yang whispered, walking slowly, not sure if the emperor was asleep or sleeping.

The emperor on the dragon couch did not move at all, and seemed to be asleep.

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

The emperor's eyes closed tightly without moving.

Is the emperor asleep?!

Yongyang hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should quit.But there was another voice in my heart that seemed to be wrong

After the prince's registration ceremony, the emperor came to the princess's house and asked her to supplement the political protection of Dayu Jiangshan. She agreed to serve Dayu Jiangshan and the prince.These days, in order to rebuild the military system, she enters the palace at this time every day to discuss with the emperor.

The emperor knew she was coming, how could she fall asleep?!

I slept so peacefully.

This is not like an emperor!

Yong Yang's eyebrows tightened even more, and he looked at the Emperor's peaceful sleeping face, and his heart twitched.

The emperor's face was too pale, pale without any blood, not angry, he looked like a puppet with lost soul

Yongyang has fought in the battlefield for many years. She has seen tens of thousands of deaths. She stared at the emperor's motionless nose, and a certain possibility appeared in her heart.

Could it be that

Yongyang's pupils shrank.

For most of her life, she has witnessed the demise of the previous dynasty, witnessed the rise of the heroes and battled the world, witnessed the rise of Dayu, and witnessed Dayu step by step toward the abyss

The old man left, leaving her alone.

She thought she had practiced Taishan collapsed and remained the same, but at this moment she had to be moved by the conjecture in her heart.

Yongyang walked towards the emperor step by step, almost struggling, but still firmly walked to the edge of the dragon couch.

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

The emperor's funeral!

Rather than probing the emperor's breath or pulse, Yongyang can confirm this.

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

Her relative and nephew, Dayu’s second-generation emperor, went so quietly

Yongyang stood still, and she didn’t even know what the mood was, and her heart was mixed

After Xu Yu, Yongyang calmed down a little, and his thoughts turned fast.

How could the emperor suddenly die?!

As far as she knew, the emperor's recent condition was fairly stable, and unless there was any great stimulation, the stroke was sudden but there was no one here.

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

Yongyang's thoughts became more and more wrong, and his heart sank suddenly.

As if verifying the ominousness in her heart, a messy footsteps and conversation were heard outside the bedroom.

"The prince is really filial piety, personally decoction for the emperor." Liu Gonggong complimented with a smile, "The doctor also said that the emperor these dragons are good."

"Baishan filial piety is the first, the father emperor's dragon body health is the blessing of Dayu." Han Ling said warmly.

Then came the sound of salute from Xiao Naiwai: "See King Gongjun, Grandpa Liu. Her Royal Highness Princess Yongyang has just arrived"

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. With the sound of picking curtains, Han Lingfu and Duke Liu walked in and out, and naturally saw the emperor and Yongyang on the couch at a glance.

"Grandmother" Han Lingfu looked from Yongyang to the emperor on the bed. If nothing happened, "Is the father emperor asleep?"

He came over with a hot medicine bowl and walked to the edge of the couch

Followed, he seemed to find something, his body trembled.

"Father Emperor!"

A shout of hoarseness sounded, almost at the same time, the celadon bowl in Han Lingfu's hand dropped down, only to hear the sound of "dong", the celadon bowl fell apart on the cold ground, and the brown soup medicine followed countless broken porcelain The film spattered.

A messy place, also stained Han Lingfu and Yong Yang's clothes

Rumble!

There was a continuous muffled thunder outside. Thunder and lightning in the sky flashed in the layers of clouds. The Royal Palace, Chaotang, Wangdu and even Dayu were about to usher in another storm of storms. A tsunami that was enough to destroy the world to.

Under the nest, there are eggs!

The storm of Wangdu is approaching, and the wind and beauty of Yuzhou are hundreds of miles away.

Sanqian Youqiying travelled south all the way. The passing place attracted the state capital to shake. Those local officials were panicked all day long. They only hoped that these gods from Nanjiang would go back to Nanjiang quickly.

In this regard, Xiao Yi and the official language don't care, they should hurry as soon as they go, they should rest when they rest, they should eat when they eat

It was noon on this day, and a group of people happened to pass through a small town. Xiao Yi simply let Youqi Camp stand a few miles outside the town, and he and the official language entered the town in vain.

The two were dressed in light robes. At first glance, they were like two younger brothers traveling in the mountains and playing with water. They were graceful and graceful, attracting many curious eyes in the town.

Both young people are used to being the focus of the crowd, both are at ease.

Although the town is small, it is still prosperous. There are restaurants and shops on the streets of Zhenzikou.

Xiao Yi looked around and was planning to pick a restaurant casually. He listened to the official Chinese language and said: "Ai, let's take this champion."

Looking down the white eyes of the official language, I saw a small winery a few feet away, and the red wine streamers flew in the wind.

Xiao Yi has never picked his mouth, just meat, he directly agreed with the action, let the black clouds under the crotch step into the direction of the distillery, and then he rushed off.

Official Mandarin Bai followed closely, pulling the horse rope with his left hand, stopping the horse leisurely, and turning over, the smooth and flexible movement could not see that he was still a right-handed person a few months ago.

This small restaurant called "Zhuangyuandi" is small, but the business is good. It is swept away from the door, the restaurant is full of seats, and the aroma of the wine is coming, which makes the index finger move.

"Hello two guest officials!" Xiao Er greeted him warmly. "There is no seat in it. I don't know if the two don't mind sitting outside." He said, and he looked apologetically at the bamboo shed outside the restaurant. There are seven or eight tables under the bamboo shed, which is quite empty.

The two young men glanced at each other, and then they picked a table and sat down. The second child saw him and smiled more attentively, helping to tie the two horses aside, and introduced their good food again. .

After ordering, Xiaoer retreated, leaving only Xiao Yi and Mandarin Bai, both of whom were quiet.

The two sipped tea slowly, and the official language looked up at the wine streamers waving in the wind above them, and suddenly said, "Ayi, I plan to let Huang Hetai come to southern Xinjiang"

At this time, Xiao Yi also looked at the three characters on the wine streamer-No. 1 champion.

That champion Yuen Lang!Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, revealing a trace of expectation.

For the yellow champion in the official language, Xiao Yi has not seen it before, but he has been named for a long time. This person is quite decent, and his appetite!

Guan Yubai continued: "Although Huang Hetai is young and a little frivolous, he still has a little patience at that time, and he can lighten the burden on Nanliang."

Xiao Yi raised her lips and smiled, playing with the tea cup in her hand, and said, "Xiao Bai, so that General Tian Lao can finally come back." Then, there was a little more cunning in his smile, "General Tian Lao has written to cry A few times."

If you want to say anything that can make you cry and drive you crazy, it is probably the internal affairs of the people!

Not only Fu Yunhe, Tian He and others, but nowadays the upper and lower ranks of the military are almost disgusted by this, and they are afraid to avoid it.

At this point, Xiao Yi knew, and of course, Mandarin Bai also knew that there was a little helplessness between the descriptions, and the two exchanged glances.

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

The knuckles of Guan Bai's left hand gently tapped on the table.

Huang Hetai stayed in Wangdu, but it was just a little Hanlin. It would be better to go to Nanliang to show his strengths.

The official language squinted white, and said slowly: "Ai, now the southern border is set, wanting Anbang to prosper, not only the generals, but also the literary ministers, but the readers are somewhat pretentious."

No one asked for ten years of cold windows, and he became famous all over the world.

The classics of Confucianism that the scholars learned are loyal to the monarchs, that is, to buy goods from the emperor's family. They only think that the royal palace in Zhennan is a chaotic thief.

The good thing is that the readers are pure, and the hardest thing to say is Yuzhong Tianzi.

Even if Nanjiang didn't take the initiative to break away from Dayu, even if the emperor decided to cut down the vassals first, these military commanders and people who were enough to appease Nanjiang were not enough to make those foolish scholars surrender.

However, nowadays Southern Xinjiang needs the cultural minister most!

Xiao Yi thought of something, a beautiful light flashed in the beautiful peach blossom eyes.Today is different from the past, and now the confrontation between Nanjiang and Dayu has been put on the table, in fact, they still have hands to rescue the emergency, right?

At this moment, there was a rapid horseshoe sound in the direction of Zhenzikou, and Xiao Yi and Guanyu Bai all coincidedly followed the prestige.

I saw two knights coming from the horse, one was a young rider in a black armor, a young man in a gray robe, the horseshoe was flying, and the anxiety in the hearts of the people came along with the rapid horseshoe .

Xiao Yi and the official language sank in their hearts. Is something wrong?!

The two knights immediately noticed Xiao Yi and Mandarin Bai under the bamboo shed.

Xu Xiaowei from Youqi Camp clenched his fists and said, "Some of the world's princes, Houye, and Wang are here to report!"

Xu Xiaowei, who was wearing the armor of the Southern Xinjiang Army, was so striking that he attracted many passers-by to stop, and more and more curious eyes turned to this small restaurant.

The gray-robed young man came from Wangdu day and night, and had not rested for many days. It seemed exhausted, but he still insisted on saying: "The world's grandfather, Houye, the emperor crashed!"