Chapter 42: The Change of Zhongzhou (2)

The imperial study is said to be a study, but it is no different from other magnificent side halls, and there are only a few equally dim candles flickering in the dim hall.

"Your Majesty, these are the notes presented by the ministers in the past few days." The courtier on one side held the bamboo slip and put it on the table.

Sitting at the desk was a man in his mid-forties with a beard on his chin. Bai Yang, the man who was supposed to control the world, was just sitting at the moment, holding not a pen and ink that pointed out the country or a sword that commanded the world, but a cup full of spirits.

Bai Yang looked at the bamboo slip in the hand of the courtier and sneered, and poured a sip of wine, since Ou Yin entered Tianyun City, he had drunk this strong liquor from the Northern Continent - Soul Burning. The origin of the wine is no longer verifiable, and the barbarian cavalry always untied the wine bag and poured it into the throat before the charge of the big battle, and then roared and fought with the enemy soldiers, as if the soul was burning, which is also the origin of the name "burning soul".

But at this moment, Bai Yang didn't want to go into battle, he just wanted to borrow wine to temporarily forget some things or just experience the state of burning souls.

"Hmph, in Ou Yin's eyes, I'm just a puppet who keeps the jade seal." Bai Yang paused, and took another sip of wine, "Sooner or later, one day, I will slaughter this rebellious thief." ”

The courtiers on the side turned pale, and turned their heads to look around, "Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense, the palace is full of people who protect the country!" ”

Bai Yang froze down, looking ahead with empty eyes, the courtier stayed aside, he could always feel that there was a fire in this man's heart, but the coldness of reality was about to extinguish it.

"Li Jin, you are also an old man in this palace, do you think there is still hope for my Dafeng Dynasty?" The emperor seemed to be talking to himself, but the courtiers clearly heard him asking themselves.

The courtier named Li Jin thought that Ou Yin, the protector of the country, was coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and the princes had already become a country of their own, attacking each other, the land was falling apart, the Northern Continent barbarians were eyeing each other, and the barbarian leader Hu Tatar was like a vicious tiger staring at the fertile soil of Zhongzhou at all times. Li Jin turned his head to look at the emperor, but the moment he turned around, he was shocked, Bai Yang was staring at him tightly, his eyes were sharp, as if there was murderous aura overflowing in his eyes.

The courtier, who was nearly fifty years old, suddenly remembered what a terrible person the man in front of him had been. Nine years ago, the old emperor set an edict on his illness, and the throne was passed to the crown prince Bai Yang. Bai Wei's soldiers have been fighting outside all the year round, fierce and unmatched, facing Bingwei, the old emperor lying on the hospital bed sneered, turned his head, and closed his eyes. The princes serving on the side were all frightened, only the crown prince Bai Yang, the third son Bai Wuye and Han Yan, who was just a historian at the time, drew their swords and rose, Bai Yang cut off one of King Wuwei's arms with a sword, King Wuwei shouted in great pain, "Close the palace gate, I slaughtered these little cubs", the palace gate was closed heavily, blocking the Praetorian Guards who came outside, and then no one knew what happened in the Taihe Palace, but through the heavy iron door heard the sound of sword clashing inside. Two hours later, the heavy palace door opened, and the three people covered in blood walked out of the palace full of stumps and broken arms and heavy blood, and the palace was full of forbidden troops and a group of stunned civil and military ministers, Bai Yang broke free from the support of the third brother Bai Wuye, held a sword in one hand, and raised the head of Bai Wei, the king of Wuwei, with the other hand, and said, "From now on, I Bai Yang is the lord of this world", everyone under the stairs of the palace knelt down and kowtowed, and the mountain shouted long live.

The royal battle has always been like this, the winner is the master of the world, and the loser is the soul of the sword.

But the three people who walked out together back then, one fled to a foreign land, and the other died in battle, and one person was left to be just a puppet emperor now.

"Your Majesty", Li Jin wanted to say some words of loyalty, but he didn't know where to start, he was just a courtier after all, what could he do even if he was stupid?

"That's it", Bai Yang waved his hand, "Don't embarrass you, how has Lang'er been these days?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still diligent in martial arts and often ...... Find someone to talk to. Li Jin was relieved to see that the emperor had changed the topic, but when it came to this stubborn His Royal Highness the Prince, Li Jin was also a little embarrassed.

"Who speaks ill of me? I hear it all. The brocade-clothed young man strode into the imperial study, and without making a report, he came directly to Bai Yang and knelt down, "The son sees his father." ”