Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 989

A sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from the finger, and the pain made Emperor Zhongyuan tremble all over.

This is not a dream.

This is a hard reality.

No matter how much he pinches himself, no matter how many times he opens and closes his eyes, the general in the scarlet battle robe and the rows of army horses that are as neat as knives and axes have never disappeared.

They appeared in front of his eyes just like this, like a huge cold and stubborn stone, lying in front of his Shoucheng Hall.

It is a capital offense to enter the palace without being called.

However, if there is an emergency military situation, the governor who holds the festival can meet without calling.

Emperor Zhongyuan felt that his whole heart was so painful that it was about to wrinkle.

This is the power he personally bestowed on Huan Zicheng in order to hold Huan Zicheng in check so that the soldiers of the Huan family's mansion could die.

He never imagined that one day, Huan Zicheng would show up in the Forbidden Palace in a grand manner with a complete iron army, and be free from punishment.

This is really shooting yourself in the foot.

Even the last trace of blood faded from Emperor Zhongyuan's pale face.

Finally, the fierce tiger lying on the side of his couch finally opened its bloody mouth, revealing its ferocious fangs.

He believed that as long as there was a mistake, he, the emperor, would be swallowed by the tiger's mouth and chewed into pieces.

Emperor Zhongyuan took a heavy breath, took half a step back, opened his mouth suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

There was an exclamation in the field.

Even though he was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his hands and feet were weak, the chief supervisor Xing Yourong still rushed forward tremblingly, and supported the crumbling Emperor Zhongyuan.

When Cai Jinghong appeared just now, he and all the courtiers were immediately stunned. They didn't wake up until not long ago. They didn't want to witness the power of the great power again.

Up to this moment, Xing Yourong's calf was still twisting, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and the hand holding Emperor Zhongyuan was shaking non-stop.

Emperor Zhongyuan's face was like gold paper, the center of gravity of his body was all moved away from Xing Yourong, and he could hardly stand upright.

Seeing this, Xing Yourong opened his mouth to call someone, but Emperor Zhongyuan stopped him.

"Gu... nothing happened." His voice was weak, and he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, with a sad smile on his face: "Gu is just... so happy... so happy..."

At that moment, Emperor Zhongyuan smelled the bitterness in his mouth, mixed with the sweet smell of blood.

Suppressing the nausea coming from above, he held Xing Yourong's hand and stood up tremblingly.

"I guard the frontier for the Son of Heaven and live up to the Son of Heaven's entrustment. Your Majesty Wanwang will take good care of the body of the dragon." Huan Zicheng held up the wooden box, still touching the ground on one knee, and did not get up.

Emperor Zhongyuan slowly closed his eyes, and waved his arms weakly: "All...all back...Jin Yuwei...all back..."

Before the ten thousand troops, the mere two thousand gold guards were simply a joke.

Even if his treasure of the palace—the three thousand cavalry are all out at this moment, they are not enough to put their teeth in front of the Huan family's elite, let alone the only two or three grandmasters left around him.

A big national player is enough to wipe out most of the power he has painstakingly cultivated.

He couldn't bear it, and couldn't afford it.

The only thing he was lucky about at the moment was that he was not in a hurry to copy Huan's old house.

This is the only good fortune among all misfortunes.

Even if he had the intention to destroy the Huan family before, he was deceived by his sons. He, the emperor, was just confused for a while, and he didn't really want to do anything to the gentry.

At this moment, Emperor Zhongyuan was about to be grateful to Qin Sulai.

If it hadn't been for his cheap daughter who was particularly able to survive and endure until Huan Zicheng led the army back, a big mistake would have been made at this time, and Emperor Zhongyuan would have no way out, so he could only bite the bullet and fight against the gentry up.

What luck, what luck.

As long as the face is not torn apart, as long as the Huan family still has a reputation, then he, the emperor, should be able to continue to do it.

On Emperor Zhongyuan's pale face, there was an extremely vain smile.

He looked down at Huan Zicheng, who had a straight back and refused to kneel on the ground, and lifted his finger feebly: "Aiqing... you've worked hard... flat body..."

Huan Zicheng stood up in response, and Xing Yourong walked forward with small steps, and took the wooden box from his hand.

The moment the two people's fingers touched, in Xing Yourong's palm, suddenly there was an extra tightly folded small note.

Xing Yourong held the note firmly, bowed his waist more and more, as if he couldn't walk, and wobbled back to Emperor Zhongyuan's side, holding the wooden box high, the small note, But it slid into the sleeve cage.

It was a silver note of 5 taels.

In his small village in the eastern suburbs of Dadu, there is still a same 5 taels of silver note hidden.

That's a deposit.

And the current 5 taels is the remainder after the event is completed.

10 taels, buy a message.

The silver and the goods are finished.

In the depths of Xing Yourong's eyes, a faint smugness flashed across.

Just a moment ago, he was still regretting that he should not have coveted the money, but now he felt that he had made the right bet.

From now on, Da Chen's world will really change.

Xing Yourong was actually a little excited.

This feeling of standing on the side of the strongest camp in advance is really good.

While thinking about it, he held the box in front of Emperor Zhongyuan.

Emperor Zhongyuan turned his head to look at the wooden box, and suddenly felt that his hands and feet were so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift the lid of the box.

Fortunately, at this time, a hand was stretched out from the side in time, and the lid of the wooden box was opened very graciously.

Emperor Zhongyuan looked back, and saw a rough and delicate face.

"Father, my son, come here." The eldest prince's voice was very calm, and his expression was very respectful.

Emperor Zhongyuan, who had been extremely discouraged for a while, finally eased a little.

"My son... is fine." He said with a smile, that smile was unprecedentedly sincere.

That's right, he would rather look at his sons who are worthless and thoughtful than the armored cavalry in front of them that no one has the courage to look at.

At least no matter how hard these few jumped, they couldn't jump out of his palm.

Now, the only ones he can control are these incompetent sons, and among them, His Highness the Crown Prince is not even included.

Emperor Zhongyuan felt that the bitter taste in his mouth made him a little sick.

He lowered his eyes, only glanced briefly at the box, and then waved his hand weakly: "Cover it... close it quickly... I've just seen it."

The last sentence was addressed to Huan Zicheng.

Huan Zicheng maintained a respectful standing posture.

If you don't look at the well-armored troops behind him, his expression can really be called Jun Zhencheng.

Emperor Zhongyuan closed his eyes again.

He didn't want to look anymore.

He really has seen enough.

Right now, he just wants to lie back on his dragon couch, so that he can have a good sleep.

(End of this chapter)