Emperor Jin

Chapter 99
The lord, who was dressed in light brocade uniforms, hurried to a palace room, before the palace people knelt down on the ground, he waved away the crowd, without letting anyone report, and went straight in.

Among the heavy hanging curtains, there were bursts of zither sound coming out, the tone was sonorous, like a crack in gold and stone, and it seemed to be lonely and desolate. Outside the scene sighed softly, and persuaded: "Why do you make such an ominous sound before you reach the end of the mountain?"

In the veil, the sound of the piano continued, but it became more and more tragic and uncontrollable. Under the depression, only the sound of tearing the silk rose, and then the maid's scream, "Princess, you are bleeding!"

The king of a country outside the curtain was shocked when he heard the words, and was about to rush in when he heard a lazy voice, "Brother, it's hopeless now, how long are you going to lie to yourself?"

The head of Changle County, Lang Ji, ordered the maid to roll up the heavy curtain, and the scent of agarwood in the tent immediately escaped, making people feel empty, but empty and sad for no reason.

Chen Jin paused and said pitifully: "You were born with deficient qi and blood deficiency. If you think about it more, you will cough up blood. You have to cover it with the smell of agarwood—although this half of the country is in troubled times, it shouldn't just Relying on you as a girl to support it!"

He had a bitter face, as if he didn't want to chew the anxiety that was gradually pressing up, but he still forced a smile: "I was discussing with the ministers in the front hall, but you dragged me here, and I haven't seen the door yet, but I was so scared by your way , I really have nothing to say!"

Behind the curtain that gradually rolled up, there was a clear and sly laughter, melodious like a silver bell, but also like the charm of a shark girl in the sea, what gradually appeared in front of everyone was a face that was either happy or angry, a face that could be said to be overwhelming. .

Chen Jin, the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, looked at her sister lovingly, but heard a faint sentence from her beautiful red lips, "I want to put her to death and be reborn!"

She has a graceful figure and is soft as if she has no bones, but the sentence she uttered is resolute and resolute.

"How to make a living?"

Chen Jin cheered up and asked anxiously.

He knew that his sister had extraordinary strategies, and possessed the mysterious force of the Dumen and other Jianghu figures in his hands, so he had always been convinced of her views.

Lang Yu smiled casually, and said gracefully: "I wonder if Brother Wang still remembers that when the previous dynasty was in turmoil, a certain huge fleet that defended the southern border mysteriously appeared on our Nantang dock."

"You mean... Celestial Navy?!"

Chen Jin's eyes flashed, and he shouted suddenly.

A rippling flashed in Lang Ya's eyes, and then she became cold and calm. Looking at the broken strings, she gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "Exactly..."

Her meaningful sentence made Chen Jin confused, and Lang Yu didn't want to say more, but continued: "After the death of Emperor Jing Yuan, the world-renowned navy of the Celestial Dynasty disappeared. Who would have expected that they, who were rumored to have collapsed, would actually be resting intact on our offshore islands?"

Chen Jin was also very moved. With such a powerful military force, it was enough to repel the thousands of naval forces of the new dynasty—but, would the Chinese navy, which has always been proud and unruly, really be willing to help?

"I go."

Lang Ya said indifferently, he couldn't help but clenched a coral hairpin tightly in his hand, the bright red dots on it were like bloodstains, brilliant and gorgeous.

She looked at the half-worn hairpin, sighed, and repeated: "I'll go and persuade them."

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Thousands of military ships were going down the current, and the emperor looked around in satisfaction, only to see the blurred outline of the south of the Yangtze River in the haze of smoke and water.

He was happy in his heart, and couldn't help laughing: "Such a military appearance is enough to destroy the dead."

"The emperor is so excited, but I think of an allusion."

Bao Jin gathered up her clothes and followed her with a courteous tone. The emperor glanced at her with a smile and asked, "Which one is it?"

"In ancient times, Fu Jian attacked Jin. He once said: 'With my army of one million, throwing a whip is enough to stop the flow'."

Bao Jin smiled sweetly, with an expression on his face, as if he was really talking about something interesting.

"You are bold!"

The emperor was furious for a while, hearing the words were harsh and unlucky, he almost slapped him, his eyes flashed, but he finally suppressed his anger and walked away in great anger.

Although the attendants around did not understand the allusion of Fu Jian's disastrous defeat in the Battle of Feishui and the downfall of a generation of overlords, they also knew that the atmosphere was really sinister, so they hurriedly chased after him.

(End of this chapter)