Chapter 2283: Kneeling

Chapter 2283: Kneeling

"Nakayama is dead!"

Zhao Heng, who was sitting at the headquarters of the Jiang Society, received a call from Zhao Dingtian personally, although it was just a fluttering sentence, it allowed Zhao Heng to capture the endless sadness in Zhao Dingtian's heart, and he also became uncomfortable in his heart: "I called you today, I just want to tell you that the fox who once saved you is dead, and I have time to give him pillar incense!" ”

Zhao Heng held the phone and ripped off a collar and walked to the window, opened the window to look at the sycamore in the garden, and responded with sporadic rain: "Grandpa, don't worry, I have always had him in my heart, and I have never let go of the grace of saving my life, but I want to ask, how did he die?" If he is killed, I will definitely get justice for him when I have the opportunity in the future! ”

"He was killed, but he doesn't need your revenge!"

Zhao Dingtian's voice aged two points: "Zhongshan set up a bureau to attack and kill Wulie Tianhuang with the help of Master Ruyi, and the Huang Palace changed hands with the help of Master Ruyi, but he was also blocked by Xicun, who rushed to the West Village after hearing the news, in order to get a way out for Master Ruyi, he reached an agreement with Xicun to persuade Feng Wutian to take the position, of course, Feng Wutian's position is also in line with the long-term interests of Huaguo!" ”

Zhao Dingtian told Zhao Heng what he knew to avoid the latter from causing trouble: "Zhong Shankong finally persuaded Feng Wutian to take the throne, and Nishimura stopped chasing and killing Master Ruyi, but Nakayama had no way out, I heard that after drinking the last sip of hot soup in the noodle restaurant, he was shot in the head by Nishimura, don't think about seeking revenge from Nishimura, he can't have an accident now!" ”

When Zhao Heng took a deep breath of cold air, Zhao Dingtian added softly: "Once he dies, your Uncle Feng will not be able to ascend to the throne, and his life will be in danger, for the sake of long-term interests, this matter will stop retribution, and Zhongshan Kong does not want to fall short, and the news of Tianhuanghe and Feng Wutian's ascension will not be announced in the next few days!" ”

"The pressure from Dongying will also be reduced, but you still have to pay attention to your own safety!"

The old man sighed: "When I have time someday, I will talk to you about him again!" ”

"Understood!"

I don't know why, looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Heng, who hung up the phone, flashed out a sentence from Li Qingzhao, the sycamore is more drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit, Zhao Heng is mostly optimistic in this life, like today's depression is rare, the rain falls down the eaves, Zhao Heng's eyes can see through the rain, but it can't see through the sycamore and the sky.

His thoughts drifted to a far place, the battle of the Heavenly Shrine, especially the situation of the first line of life and death in the tunnel, I am afraid that few people who have experienced it can forget it, right? And Zhao Heng is even more grateful to Zhong Shankong from the bottom of his heart, if it weren't for the latter's timely warning, he and the children of Hengmen are afraid that they have been killed by Ichiro Abe, where can they live until now.

But now, he is alive and well, but Zhong Shankong is dead, and the big man who didn't have too much intersection but saved himself died in the morning, which has to make Zhao Heng feel uncomfortable, after all, Zhongshan Kong can be regarded as the life-saving benefactor of him and Hengmen, and the most important thing is that Zhao Heng also judged the latter's naked heart from the old man's attitude and Zhong Shankong's behavior.

Zhong Shankong, in addition to Tianhuang's identity as the chief of staff, there is also a little-known secret, he is a fox, a spy that Zhao Heng can't find out in the Ministry of Security, and the high-level officials of Huaguo have never talked about or don't know, Zhao Heng doesn't know how much he has suffered in Dongying for many years, but he knows very well in his heart that he can win the trust of Dongying Tianhuang and keep his heart、、、

These years must have been tough!

But it is such a heroic figure who endures humiliation and burden, and it seems that he is no different from others when he dies, whether it is Dongying or the Chinese media, there is not a word about Zhong Shankong, as if there is no such person at all, he died silently, there is no glory, no affirmation, no righteousness, and there is not even a beautiful funeral.

Zhao Heng didn't know Zhao Dingtian's mood, he only knew that he had a moment of sadness, he was just standing in a daze, in reverie, speechless for a long time, he was still trying to digest the information of Tianhuang's death and Feng Wutian's superiority, although he was far away from Dongying, but Zhao Dingtian's phone let him know that the news was earlier than many people, and it was accurate.

But the first to know, of course, was also the first to be sad, when Zhao Heng thought of this, there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhongshan was dead, and the shock of Tianhuang being killed dissipated by two points, just thinking of Uncle Feng's ascendancy, Zhao Heng's head had another pain, he couldn't imagine what Uncle Feng, who had always been idle and wild, would look like in a brilliant costume?

But no matter what, he believes in Uncle Feng's character.

For a long time, Zhao Heng sighed softly, suppressed his love and turned around, but saw Tang Qingyi's concerned eyes, Tang Qingyi didn't know how long he had been staring behind him, she didn't know what happened to the man, but she could see that his love was very low, but she didn't come forward to comfort, sometimes, lovers don't need too many secret words, just need to wait for that moment.

Zhao Heng walked to Tang Qingyi's side, hugged the woman who encouraged him in his eyes, and gently sniffed the aroma of her show, although the woman didn't say a word, but her quiet and encouragement eased Zhao Heng's feelings a lot, he just hugged the woman without moving, feeling the warmth in his arms, and only spoke for a long time: "Qingyi, draw a picture for me!" ”

The red lips of the woman in a long dress were lightly revealed: "Good! ”

Tang Qingyi didn't ask Zhao Heng what he wanted to paint, let alone ask him about the melancholy in his heart, he just dispersed the delicate and charming of the past, found a pen and paper after coming out of Zhao Heng's arms, sat in front of the table and waited for Zhao Heng's instructions, Zhao Heng exhaled a long sigh and sighed: "Draw a seventy-year-old man for me, with white hair, a cunning face, and a red heart."

Zhao Heng did not take out Zhong Shankong's photo directly, but slowly elaborated with the interweaving of memory and intelligence, Tang Qingyi did not feel the slightest embarrassment, the black pen sketched on the white paper, and soon, the outline of an old man with vicissitudes of life gradually appeared, although his face was full of deep wrinkles, but he had the confidence and arrogance that had been precipitated over the years、、、

"That's exactly what I wanted!"

Zhao Heng stood in front of Tang Qingyi with a calm expression, looking at the familiar but distant old face, the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, as if he was relieved that he had not forgotten this hero, Zhao Heng quietly waited for Tang Qingyi to drop the last stroke, and then his voice came out softly: "Find a room to hang up, I want to give him a pillar of incense, he is my savior." ”

Tang Qingyi nodded lightly: "Okay!" ”

Ten minutes later, Zhong Shankong's portrait was hung in the side hall on the left, and an incense burner was also placed, Zhao Heng pinched a wooden plaque and a carving knife, wanted to engrave a few words on it but finally gave up, did not engrave a name, felt that Zhong Shankong died too silently, but carved the name, Zhao Heng did not know his real name, and the pseudonym of Zhongshan Kong could not afford his merits.

Baigou Yu, Ye Changge, and ghosts already knew that after this old man who had never taken a look was a warning, they all took the initiative to walk in and put a stick of incense on Zhongshan Kong, and expressed their respect to the old man who died silently.

"Take a bow!" "Two Bow 、、、"

At this time, Zhao Heng's mobile phone rang, and when he opened it, Zhao Dingtian's text message had three words on it: Jin Wuji!

When Zhao Heng picked up the nameless wooden plaque from the table and engraved his name, Dongyinghuang Palace was in the final collision, and more than 50 important ministers of the Huang family were divided into two groups, and the older generation members with Nishimura resolutely supported Feng Wutian's upper position, and also took out the text and recording of Tianhuang and Miyamoto Kazuo talking about Feng Wutian in the past, which proved that Feng Wutian was reasonable and legitimate.

Standing opposite them were more than a dozen backbones of the Huang Family Young Zhuang faction, they only supported Huang Taizi who was about to get out of the detention place, and one of the young men also pointed at Feng Wutian and looked at each other proudly: "Tianhuang is dead, the position should be inherited by Huang Taizi, whether you are Tianhuang's own brother or not, you have a pro-China thought, you are not worthy of sitting in the position of the Nine Venerables!" ”

Nishimura shouted: "Ida, shut up, don't be rude!" ”

Another Dongying woman also puffed up her chest, with a posture of not taking Feng Wutian in her eyes: "That is, you grew up in Huaguo and killed a lot of people in Tang Dao, who can guarantee that you will not damage Dongying's interests in the future?" Huang room interests? And what qualifications do you have, what merit do you have to ascend to the top? Without a little credit, you just want to cuddle the grass and beat the rabbit? Think beautifully. ”

A middle-aged man also walked up with his hands behind his back and spoke: "I support Xuezi's point of view, to sit in this position, you must always have some means and a little ability, not a dog and a cat can sit, if Huang Taizi is not forgiven, he is on the throne, I will also open my eyes and close my eyes, but Huang Taizi will come out in three days, I still tend to Yu his ability." ”

Nishimura's face changed slightly and he wanted to say something more, but Feng Wutian waved his hand lightly to stop it, and then flashed the flower-picking sword in his left hand, and looked around at everyone present with a peaceful gaze: "I heard that this is the Shang Fang Sword that symbolizes the power of Tianhuang, and if it is legally and reasonably obtained, you can block and kill gods and ghosts against the members of the Huang Room, and if anyone is not convinced, just stand up and give it a try!" ”

"We're not convinced!"

Ida and Dongying Woman and the other four stepped on the first time, Niu Fork coaxed not to put Feng Wutian in their eyes, but just stepped out, they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, Feng Wutian's eyes flashed, his body seemed to be flying in a light breeze, Ida and the four fell backwards, and the blood arrows that spurted up from their throats were as bright as fireworks.

Four people with one sword!

The audience looked at Feng Wutian in amazement, looking horrified, this skill is too domineering, too fast.

"Choking 、、、"

The sound of the sword returning to its sheath, but when the sword was unsheathed and stabbed, no one could see it at all.

Feng Wutian turned around and sat on the Tianhuang throne, holding the sword of the flower and shouting: "Kneel!" ”

"Long live Tianhuang, long live, long live!"

Surrender to the audience!

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