Chapter 17: Colorful

Rest and watch the chess game, let its white cranes dance colorfully.

"I was here to kill you. The man in the wheelchair looked at Emperor Zhao.

The old man walked to the wheelchair with his bare feet and loose hair.

He bent down and touched the young man's leg, and said in a trembling voice, "Is this it?"

The young man shook his head: "Another." ”

"Can't be cured?" asked the old man again.

"It's not curable. The young man replied, "It's been too long." ”

The old man panicked, his eyes wandered and he muttered, "It's been too long, yes! ”

The young man did not disturb the old man, and looked at the palace curiously.

After a while, the old man came to his senses: "You were going to kill me, that is, not now." ”

"Now you don't deserve to die at my hands. The young man said.

Emperor Zhao glared at the young man and straightened his old spine: "Bastard! ”

The power of the emperor pressed on the young man, and the wheelchair with great momentum creaked.

The young man smiled absently: "Who knows?"

The old man wanted to get angry when he heard this, but he instantly fell into limp, and coughed violently.

The young man looked at Emperor Zhao: "You are now just a worm that I can twist to death with my hands, it is easy to kill you, but I am very happy to see you live so long and struggling like this, so I decided to let you live for a few more days." ”

"It seems that we have nothing more to say. The old man turned around, his back looking very lonely.

The young man smiled: "What? Did you think that we could still sit down and drink tea and talk about our hearts, you were too naΓ―ve, not at all like you were back then." ”

The old man glared at the young man and roared, "I'm right! He's a rebel!

The young man rubbed his ears: "Yes, yes, I didn't say that you did anything wrong, but I have nothing to do with me trying to kill you." ”

The old man suddenly weakened: "Xiao Qi, come back, return to me, and now issue an edict to appoint you as the prince." ”

The young man's laughter grew louder: "I like you like this very much, you are so old that you don't even have a clear mind, if I want to be the emperor and can use you, what are you? An old man who is about to go to the ground, an emperor who is terminally ill." ”

Emperor Zhao was silent and did not speak.

The young man stopped laughing: "You know what I want, but you can't give it to me if you live, so I'm hesitating whether to kill you now or wait for you to die." ”

In a gorgeous palace in the harem, a woman is half-lying on the bed, and the whole person looks lazy and luxurious.

There was a sound of shredded footsteps outside the main hall, and after a while, a eunuch walked into the palace.

The eunuch knelt down in front of the bed.

"How's it going?" the woman's lips opened slightly.

The eunuch put his head on the ground: "Back to His Royal Highness, the servants are not doing well, Gonggong Zhao is guarding the gate of the palace, and the servants can't pass." ”

"It's okay, it's normal if you can't get by, let's go down. The woman waved her hand absently.

"Yes!" the eunuch retreated out of the main hall.

The woman reached out with her eyes half-open and plucked a grape that was placed in front of the bed and put it in her mouth.

"What a waste!" the woman said suddenly.

After another moment, the woman said to the door, "Go and ask Rong Guogong to come over." ”

Zhao Li pushed the wheelchair out of the palace and quietly wiped the sweat from his palms.

"Are you afraid, afraid that I'll kill him?" the man asked.

Zhao Li was frightened and knelt on the ground again: "The old slave doesn't dare." ”

The man looked at Zhao Li playing with taste: "You old fox is getting better and better." ”

Zhao Li stood up and smiled: "The old slaves are all old fools." ”

"Alright, let's go. The man patted the wheelchair.

"Yes!" Zhao Li pushed the wheelchair and continued to walk forward.

After walking for a while, the man suddenly said, "If I was about to kill him, can you stop him?"

Zhao Li didn't reply immediately, and thought for a while before saying, "Can't stop it, if you want to kill someone, no one in this world can stop it." ”

"So you're going to stop it?"

"The old slave still has to try. He laughed again.

"You're an old thing, you really get better and better the older you get. ”