Chapter 984: Forbearance of Revenge
Ge Feng said in a low voice: "I really don't want to hide it, the high priest doesn't want to see me now. β
Chen Lin pretended to be surprised: "How come? You're his protΓ©gΓ©! β
Ge Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Chen, have you forgotten my hatred for him?" If I have the opportunity, I will definitely kill this thief and avenge Fuyun. β
Chen Lin nodded and said, "I heard that the emperor is going to die?" β
Ge Feng sighed and said: "The king is overindulgent, and his body has long been hollowed out, but he is still indulging in wine, and he can't hold on for a few days." β
Chen Lin said: "The king has no descendants, if he dies seriously, the queen must be the first heir of the kingdom." β
Ge Feng said: "She has the support of the high priest behind her, and it is expected that she will be elected queen." β
Chen Lin said again: "There is something I want to ask General Ge!" β
Seeing that he finally revealed his true intentions, Ge Feng nodded and said: "You and I are also friends, as long as I can do it, I will do my best and never hide my selfishness." β
Chen Lin said in a low voice: "I want to go to see the emperor, General Lao Fuge will arrange it for me as soon as possible!" β
Ge Feng was slightly stunned, and said for a long time: "If this matter leaks out, I'm afraid that ......"
Chen Lin said with a smile: "General Ge still remembers the last time the emperor went to the Divine City Ganlu Courtyard to bathe? β
Ge Feng's heart moved.
Chen Lin said: "As long as you can move him to go there to bathe, we can naturally meet without knowing it." β
Ge Feng stared at Chen Lin for a long time, and suddenly said, "Why do you know that I will definitely help you?" β
Chen Lin said with a smile: "I have long seen that General Ge is a person with great ambitions, not to mention that you can't forget the damage that the magic sword did to you in the past, I did this to satisfy your desire for revenge, and secondly, to let you see clearly the direction that the future empire should choose, it will be beneficial to General Ge and harmless, you have no reason to refuse!" β
Ge Feng really didn't have any reason to refuse, putting aside his hatred of the magic sword, just the direction of the future situation of the empire had already troubled him for a long time.
Convincing Lampard to go to the Ganlu Courtyard to bathe, it didn't take much effort to change the Feng, and when the dying emperor heard about the Ganlu Courtyard, he remembered the scene when Chen Lin treated him last time, and agreed to this matter without any worries.
In the afternoon of the same day, Ge Feng escorted Frank Lampard into the Divine City, Lampard was too weak to walk at this time, and after parking the car halfway up the mountain, he relied entirely on his men to carry a soft sedan chair before arriving at the Manna Courtyard.
Frank Lampard's loyal subordinate, Futu, personally carried his master into the Manna Courtyard, intending to let him into the room to rest, but Lampard wanted to stay in the courtyard for a while, his cloudy eyes looking at the snow-capped mountain tops, and the two towering twin towers of the temple looked particularly majestic.
Fu Tu softly comforted: "Your Majesty, it's windy outside, let's go back to the house and rest." β
Frank Lampard leaned his head on Futu's shoulder weakly and said, "Let me look at it a little longer, maybe in this life, I will never see it again......"
Everyone present, including Ge Feng, felt a little sour, although Lampard was absurd, but after all, he was their emperor, and they were emotionally accustomed to his rule.
After being persuaded by Fatu and Ge Feng, Lampard finally agreed to enter the room, and Tum added two cushions behind him so that he could sit there.
Lampard's blank eyes kept looking at Ge Feng, and he waved his hand: "Futu...... Go get me hot water......"
Futu was so old-fashioned, he naturally knew that the emperor was supporting himself, so he hurriedly left the room.
Lampard whispered: "Ge Feng...... Do you want to hurt me? β
Ge Feng was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect Lampard to say such a thing, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "King, Ge Feng is loyal to you, my heart can be expressed to the sky, if there is half a lie, the sky will thunder, and you will not die." β
Lampard shook his head weakly and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter to me whether you are loyal or not......" He gasped: "I know, you are the personal disciple of High Priest Liu Guyan." β
Ge Feng said in a trembling voice: "The high priest is my master, but you are indeed my emperor, and in my heart, I naturally regard the emperor as the most important. β
Lampard coughed twice, motioned for Ge Feng to hand him the hot tea on the small table next to the bed, took two sips and said, "Ge Feng, you let me ...... It's not your idea to come here to bathe, right? β
Ge Feng nodded.
Frank Lampard said: 'Who the hell wants to see me? β
Ge Feng's eyes looked at the closet at the head of the bed, the cabinet door was slowly pushed open, and Chen Lin strode out.
Lampard's eyes showed a strange light, he had already lost hope in life, but seeing Chen Lin, the miracle doctor who had single-handedly cleared his illness, there was still a glimmer of life in his heart, and he said excitedly: "Mr. Chen......"
Chen Lin sat down silently across from Lampard and examined his body carefully, and from the gloomy look in Chen Lin's eyes, Lampard suddenly understood that his fate could not be changed.
Lampard whispered: 'Am I going to die? β
Chen Lin caught his gaze calm and serene at this time, this absurd emperor was not as fearful as he imagined. Chen Lin nodded and said, "Anyone in this world will die, whether it's you or someone else." β
Lampard chuckled as he leaned back to make him more comfortable.
Ge Feng looked at Chen Lin with a blaming gaze, and it might not be a good thing to tell Lampard the truth at this time.
"How long does Mr. Chen think I'll live?"
Chen Lin bit his lower lip, this question was really difficult to answer, and after hesitating, he finally replied: "If you take care of it properly, the king should be able to last for a month." β
Lampard nodded slowly: "For a month, God is not cruel to me. β
Chen Lin encouraged in a low voice: "Does the king plan to spend everything like this?" β
Frank Lampard snapped his eyes open and exclaimed: "What else do you think I can do?" β
Ge Feng was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt down.
Chen Lin gave Ge Feng a look, signaled him to go out first, and said a few words privately between himself and Lampard, Ge Feng understood, walked out of the door and closed the door with his backhand, but saw Fu Tu standing there coldly, and couldn't help but show an embarrassed smile.
Fu Tu said gloomily: "General Ge is really strategizing, and he can do what others can't!" β
Of course, Ge Feng could hear that he was sarcastic about himself, and smiled disapprovingly: "As long as I can help the emperor recover, even if it is at the expense of Ge Feng's life, I am willing." β
Chen Lin's gaze was like Gu Jing Bubo, quietly examining the change in Lampard's expression, and said softly: "Does the emperor plan to let the high priest Liu Guyan go?" β
Lampard said: "He is full of minions in the empire, and the people worship him as a god, if I kill him, it will inevitably arouse the anger of the people, not to mention that with his strength, what can I do to kill him?" β
Chen Lin said: "If the emperor is willing, I can help you fulfill this wish." β
Lampard's eyes lit up, for him, the biggest regret in his life was that his power was weakened by the magic sword, and he had been coerced by him everywhere for many years, and he hated to break Liu Guyan's body into pieces, and now Chen Lin said that there was a way to help him fulfill this wish, and he was naturally interested.