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Chapter 172 Su Wang Zheng Hua (first order plus four)
A big battle ended with unexpected results.

Of course, after receiving the information, everyone couldn't help being silent for a long time.

The game is tied.

This is not a good thing for everyone.

Because the next one is likely to be a more turbulent catastrophe.

Guiyun Province, Tianyuan County.

King Su Zheng Hua sat in the main hall, frowning.

Since the outbreak of this war, he has been paying attention to it, and because he is in Tianyuan County, which is the closest to the battlefield, the news he received is very timely and detailed.

Both Xin Yuanchen and Zheng Qingsong suffered losses, Ximen Chuuxue's achievement of the Martial Arts Realm, Shen Ying's betrayal of Bailianzong, etc., at this time, he was very clear.

But the clearer it is, the more shocked it is.

Many of these things were beyond his expectation and imagination.

"What should I do next?"

"This situation makes me feel like I have nowhere to attack."

he murmured in a low voice.

There were too many things involved in this battle, so much that he, King Da Lisu, felt powerless to intervene.

He was a little melancholy and a little dazed.

"Actually, this is the best opportunity for Your Highness." A middle-aged Confucian scholar said next to him.

"What chance?" Zheng Hua asked hesitantly.

The Confucian scholar replied: "Take the throne."

Zheng Hua looked at him strangely, feeling that what he said was a little silly.

Although he managed Tianyuan County fairly well in the past two years, and his power has increased a lot, but wanting to seize the throne is simply wishful thinking.

Let's not talk about how strong Zheng Qingsong is, let's say that Zheng Qingsong is surrounded by not only the imperial guards and the Beijing camp, but also several master masters, as well as a great master of martial arts, Ximen Sword God.

What does he rely on to win the position?

dreaming?
The Confucian scholar seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and explained: "Your Majesty is seriously injured at this time, and it is the weakest time, if His Highness can kill him without anyone noticing~~"

He didn't say anything later, but Zheng Hua already understood.

This proposal can be described as audacious.

It does seem to work though.

If Zheng Qingsong died suddenly, who would be able to sit on the throne?

All adult princes have a chance.

And he is in this Guiyun Province, near the water and the first to get the moon.

"Your Highness, if His Majesty does not die now, the chances of His Highness will be even smaller in the future." Confucian scholar persuaded.

Zheng Hua was full of hesitation.

Indeed, if you don't make a move now, you will really have no chance in the future.

Because he didn't have the confidence to survive Zheng Qingsong.

"But it's not easy to let him die suddenly." Zheng Hua said.

The Confucian scholar said in a low voice: "I remember that there is a seven-leaf blood qi grass in His Highness's mansion."

Seven-leaf Blood Qi Grass is a high-quality spiritual grass, which has the effect of replenishing qi and blood.

If it is used by ordinary warriors, the Seven Leaf Blood Qi Grass is definitely a high-quality spiritual herb.

But if the wounded take it, it is a deadly poison.

It will prevent the wound from healing, allow the blood in the body to flow quickly, and drain the blood in the body in a very short period of time.

The more serious the injury, the faster the death rate.

Moreover, due to the rapid circulation of qi and blood, it is useless to cut off the pulse at acupoints.

With Zheng Qingsong's injuries, it is estimated that he will become a mummy in a short while.

Zheng Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, but still hesitated in his heart.

One can imagine how dangerous this matter is, once exposed, he will definitely die without a burial.

But the temptation of the throne is right in front of you.

"Now Ximen Jianhou is already a grand master. Even if His Majesty dies suddenly, Ximen Jianhou can still resist Bailianzong. Your Highness doesn't need to worry about Bailianzong." Ru Shan said again.

A gleam flashed in Zheng Hua's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

For the throne, it is worth taking any risk.

"My king will go to the barracks tomorrow."

……

Shanhai County, Wangfuzhong.

Zheng Ming looked at the letter in his hand from Guiyun Province.

"Haha, the Sword God has actually broken through!" He laughed loudly.

He didn't care about the others, but Ximen Chuuxue's breakthrough surprised him.

Before, he always felt that without a great master in hand, he was not at ease.

Now with Ximen Chuuxue, he can finally settle down.

Beside, Jia Xu had a strange look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness."

"Congratulations indeed, but the fun is yet to come." Zheng Ming said with a smile.

The significance of Ximen Fuxue's breakthrough is not just that of a great master, but also means that he is qualified to sit on the chessboard.

Whether it is Bailianzong or other dynasties, he is qualified to compete.

And the gratifying thing is not only Ximen Chuuxue, but also Beishan Province.

Xin Qiji had gone to Beishan Province two days ago, and yesterday he selected a group of civil servants from Shanhai County and sent them to Beishan Province.

Next is the time to harvest luck value on a large scale.

At the beginning, he only occupied one Lingyuan Mansion and gained more than 3000 luck points. Now if he occupies the entire Beishan Province, there will be tens of thousands of luck points.

Moreover, there will be more Luck values ​​in the future. If Beishan Province is operated, the Luck values ​​obtained in the future may be hundreds of thousands.

Zheng Ming's heart pounded at the thought of having hundreds of thousands of luck points.

Not just Beishan Province, but the whole Dali.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming frowned slightly.

It is really not easy to sit on Dali's throne.

He looked up at Jia Xu.

"Is there any news from Kyoto?"

Jia Xu said, "No, everything is normal."

"Those shadow guards are still in the capital?" Zheng Ming asked.

Although Zheng Qingsong handed over the shadow guards to him, in fact, the Procuratorate has only accepted the shadows, and the thousand elite shadow guards are still in Zheng Qingsong's hands.

"Some of them stayed in the capital, and the other part was taken to Guiyun Province by His Majesty." Jia Xu said.

Zheng Ming pinched his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Let Xie Chen and Hei Mo go to the capital, and contact Cao Zhengchun to form the East Factory."

Cao Zhengchun is still sweeping the floor in the palace now, except for the occasional news, he has basically seldom contacted him in the past two years.

At this time, the East Factory should also be established. We can't just let our Governor Cao be the sweeping eunuch all the time.

Jia Xu was startled, and looked at Zheng Ming in astonishment.

Establishing the East Factory in Kyoto at this time?

Is Zheng Qingsong still alive?
Zheng Ming didn't explain, but just gave him a meaningful look.

There are some things he doesn't need to say, and some things he doesn't need to do.

Sometimes being a little confused is not a bad thing.

See through or not, I just don't know.

Seeing Zheng Ming leaving slowly, Jia Xu couldn't help laughing.

……

Guiyun Province.

In the camp of the Imperial Guards.

Zheng Qingsong was leaning on a soft chair, his face was pale and listless.

His injuries were more serious than they appeared on the surface, and the few wounds stabbed by Xin Yuanchen with his sword were not ordinary injuries.

Xin Yuanchen's sword intent remained in his body, wantonly destroying it.

If these sword intents were not dispelled outside his body, his injury would not heal.

"How did you come?"

He looked at Zheng Hua in the tent, and asked in a cold voice.

Zheng Hua trembled all over, and said: "My son is worried about the injury of the father."

"Hehe, you probably want to see if I'm dead or not." Zheng Qingsong said.

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Hua felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

He groaned and knelt on the ground, touching his head to the ground.

"My son doesn't dare."

"Go back to the fief and just stay here." Zheng Qingsong said indifferently.

"My son leads the order."

Zheng Hua staggered up from the ground, bent over and exited the tent.

But as soon as he stepped out of the camp, his face became extremely gloomy.

Zheng Qingsong's attitude towards him made him very chilling, and his hesitant heart became extremely firm at this moment.

Looking back at the tent, he turned around and left without hesitation.

……

Night falls.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine."

Eunuch Wei brought a young eunuch to Zheng Qingsong's camp.

Zheng Qingsong looked at the dark medicinal soup, frowning slightly.

"Bring it here."

Although these medicines could not eliminate the sword intent in his body, they were beneficial to his recovery from injuries.

If he wanted to recover quickly from his injuries, taking medicine was a must.

Eunuch Wei took the medicinal soup from the eunuch, tasted it with a spoon, and passed it to Zheng Qingsong after he found nothing unusual.

Zheng Qingsong took the medicinal soup and poured it with his head raised.

"Stand back, I'm going to rest."

"Here!" Eunuch Wei took the medicine bowl and was about to leave the tent.

However, before he could reach the door, Zheng Qingsong suddenly called out dully.

"Damn!"

Eunuch Wei looked back, his eye sockets suddenly cracked.

Bright red blood oozed from Zheng Qingsong's body, dyeing the golden dragon robe red, making it look extraordinarily bewitching under the bright lights.

"His Majesty!"

He staggered and crawled to Zheng Qingsong.

"Cough cough~~"

Zheng Qingsong's face was extremely pale, and the brows were filled with death.

"Hurry up and pass on to the imperial physician."

Eunuch Wei shouted eagerly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Zheng Qingsong stared at Eunuch Wei in front of him, seeming to want to say something.

It's just that his blood energy is rapidly passing away, and all the strength in his body has been exhausted, and he can't even raise the strength to speak.

"Small, little guard~~"

He stumbled and said.

Eunuch Wei covered his wound with his withered hands, tears streaming down his old face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The bright red blood stained the dragon robe and dripped on the Ruanta, but in a moment, the Ruantao was also stained red with blood, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground.

Zheng Qingsong's originally youthful appearance gradually became old, and his domineering eyes also turned into dead gray, which contained strong unwillingness.

He stared at Eunuch Wei, and said hoarsely, stumbling: "Little Wei, I am not reconciled."

At this moment, the three Zheng Ziming brothers hurried into the camp.

"Your Majesty!" The three of them turned pale with shock.

Zheng Ziming hurried forward, wanting to check the specific reason.

It's a pity it's too late.

"Little Weizi, I am not reconciled!"

Zheng Qingsong closed his eyes, his withered and old body completely limp.

Rich unwillingness permeated the dead tent.

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Wei let out a wail and fell down in a pool of blood and wept bitterly.

The whole camp was in disarray.

It's just that the little eunuch who served the medicine before disappeared.

Outside the camp, under a big tree, the little eunuch looked at the bowl in his hand inexplicably.

"Is there any poison in the medicine?"

She reached out and dipped a little medicine dregs into her mouth.

However, no abnormalities were found.

"Could it be that the injury is getting worse?" She said to herself.

This little eunuch was exactly Hei Qilin. Yuhuatian had originally assigned her the task of assassinating Zheng Qingsong, so she sneaked into the barracks and became a little eunuch under Eunuch Wei.

But before she could make a move, the previous scene suddenly appeared.

At this moment she was a little confused.

After thinking about it, she put away the bowl, turned around and walked towards the barracks again.

But her appearance and clothing became another person.

(End of this chapter)