Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 738 Human Rights 2
Ji Liangchen shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't think about anything."

He just suddenly remembered one thing. About 30 years ago, there was a border city in the north of the Great Zhou Empire. It seemed that a large-scale rebellion broke out—some people said that it was the robbery and looting of cruel bandits. Almost overnight, the entire city The people were slaughtered, and only a few children remained.

Ji Liangchen hadn't been born at that time, so he had only vaguely heard about it from his father.

It is said that because the bandits were too rampant and cruel, and their methods were outrageous, not only young and middle-aged people in the city, but even women and children who could afford sticks and swords all rose up to resist in order to protect their homes and children.

When the imperial court got the news and sent troops to encircle and suppress, there were very few adults left in the city.

Many children in the city were left unattended, and the imperial army brought back those children. The older and stronger ones were incorporated into the army, and some were adopted by childless families.

As for some small...

Ji Liangchen let out a sigh of relief. At that time, the emperor kept it secret, but now that he thinks about it, those children should have become the emperor's uncle.

At that time, the uncle himself was actually just a child, so at that time, this should be regarded as a secret—maybe Ji Moxiu didn't think there was anything, but in the eyes of the emperor, a child of a few years old had such abilities. Words such as extraordinary intelligence or extraordinary talent can no longer be described.

Turning his mind slightly, Ji Liangchen couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Unnecessary sympathy or pity are meaningless, not to mention that the children have grown up, and it is obviously superfluous to lament the injustice of fate at this time.

But once, they were indeed some unfortunate children.

Thinking of this, Ji Liangchen raised his eyes, and his tone was a little pleading: "Uncle Huang, I don't like the term domestic servant."

Ji Moxiu looked at him gravely, really unable to understand what this nephew was thinking.

In the past 30 years, Ji Moxiu never tried to understand other people's thoughts, but now, he found that many things seemed to have to be changed.

At this time, he also faintly realized that perhaps in the days to come, there would be many communication troubles between him and this nephew.

For example, at this time, he didn't understand the essential difference between the terms "domestic slave" and "subordinate".

A few painful muffled groans suddenly came from outside, interrupting the thoughts of the uncle and nephew. The groans were mixed with low howls of despair and unwillingness, and then there was a loud noise of heavy objects falling to the ground, and then, everything seemed to be calm .

"Rebellious and punished, respectfully respond to the palace master!"

The reverent prostrations and excited shouts formed another completely different atmosphere in the air.

Xiao Xuehan turned to look at the carriage, and said in a respectful voice, "Master."

"This king will only stay here for a few days, and you will still be the master of Guiyuan Palace." Ji Moxiu obviously understood what he meant, and directly denied, "So don't waste your time talking."

This means that there is no need to tell these subordinates who the real master of Guiyuan Palace is.

Xiao Xuehan respectfully responded, "Yes."

Ji Liangchen was a little surprised, "They don't know the identity of the emperor's uncle?"

"You shouldn't know, you don't need to know." Ji Moxiu glanced at him, "Is this king going to tell the world?"

Ji Liangchen choked.

"Order the master of Jiufen Hall to discuss matters in Xiaoyue Tower."

After Xiao Xuehan's indifferent voice fell, the carriage continued to drive. Those masters who were kneeling on the ground may have noticed this sandalwood carriage that looked dark and low-key but was worth tens of thousands of dollars at this time, but they didn't know that there was still a lot of money in this world. Someone can ask the Lord of Guiyuan Hall to personally escort——

What is the identity of the owner in the carriage?
In the solemn and majestic hall, the cold and solemn atmosphere around him fully demonstrated the domineering power of Guiyuan Hall's leader of the rivers and lakes.

However, many people felt confused in their hearts - the expression and movements of the Palace Master, who has always been rebellious and unscrupulous, seem to be quite different from before?

The person is still that person, but his demeanor, expression, and behavior all seem to be restrained.

Their eyes fell on the carriage.

But no one saw who was sitting in the carriage, whether it was a man or a woman, only heard a barely noticeable sound of breaking wind, and there was no one in the carriage.

Xiao Xuehan raised his hand and summoned two reliable subordinates, "Go and pack Qilin Xiaozhu out, take all the things in the carriage and put them away."

Qilin Xiaozhu?

The subordinates were shocked in their hearts, and hurriedly took orders.

Xiao Xuehan said in a cold tone: "Except for the master of the Nine Fen Hall, everyone else has retreated. They are not allowed to call, and they are not allowed to come within thirty feet of this place."

"Subordinates take orders!"

Only then did Xiao Xuehan turn around, and directly used lightness kung fu to enter the low-key, empty, dark hall.

As soon as he entered the palace, the forcefully suppressed mouthful of blood finally couldn't bear it, bursting through his throat——

puff!
A mouthful of blood sprayed on the smooth ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was an unbearable itching in his throat, he bent his body, and coughed violently, with a heart-piercing pain, bright red blood streaked down the corner of his mouth.

"Master Xiao." Ji Liangchen's worried voice sounded, "You..."

Before the words finished, Xiao Xuehan had already knelt down on the ground, his body straightened, but his condition was very bad, his voice was hoarse and broken, "This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, Master."

Ji Liangchen frowned.

"It's indeed incompetent." Ji Moxiu gave him a cold look, "You can put yourself in such a mess by dealing with just four traitors, my king—"

"Uncle Emperor." Ji Liangchen tugged on his robe sleeves, and said calmly, "I don't blame Palace Master Xiao."

Ji Moxiu turned his head, his eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?"

"Dianzhu Xiao was almost killed by the emperor's torture these days." Ji Liangchen muttered, "I think he is already very good at killing four masters with his own hands in such a serious physical loss."

Xiao Xuehan's martial arts is very good, although he doesn't know how good it is, but one person against four people is not a problem at all for him.

But no matter how powerful a person is, he is still a human being after all, not made of steel and iron. During those few months in the palace, it was really his fate that he survived.If it were an ordinary person, they might not be able to survive even a month.

But Xiao Xuehan had to suffer for four months...

Ji Liangchen sometimes felt that his uncle was a complete devil, cold-blooded, ruthless, ruthless, without any human emotion and tolerance at all.

Ji Moxiu narrowed his eyes, "So, it's my fault?"

It was originally your fault.

Ji Liangchen slandered in his heart, looking at Xiao Xuehan's pale face, he felt a little uncomfortable, "Uncle Emperor, Lord Xiao's condition is not very good, can you heal him first?"

(End of this chapter)