Lin'an, the Imperial Palace, the Funing Palace.

Because of winning the battle of Song and Jin, and even capturing the enemy emperor alive, the military morale of the Great Song Dynasty was raised to an extreme, and the personal prestige of Emperor Zhao Gou also reached its peak.

Although he didn't make any decision to win, he was the king of a country after all, and he was the emperor of the country, so after winning the war and achieving the glory of Tang Taizong, this kind of scene where people looked at him with admiration and admiration everywhere he went, like seven hundred people, let them write a diary in my name, it is best to add some slang from the countryside of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I remember that I once stayed in Qingyuan Mansion, and there is a sentence "Ma Ma Pi" is very interesting, let them add more. A hundred years later, these diaries will be passed on to the world, and I will surely leave a good name in history. ”

Zhao conceived this, and his mood became happier.

At this time, the Funing Hall seemed peaceful on the outside, but every corner inside was full of guards wearing samurai uniforms, all of them were murderous and heroic, not at all like the Imperial Forest Army acting as a showman, but like a soldier who had participated in the battlefield battle.

In fact, it is true that these hundreds of guards are all elite soldiers drawn from the front line, and they have all participated in the fight with the Jin people, each of them has a killing atmosphere, and they have been trained by the palace guards, and they are very loyal to Zhao Gou.

"Your Majesty is a little too careful, no matter how you seal the boat, it is impossible to know that we are working behind our backs!" a palace enshriner sighed as he walked.

"It's okay to be careful. The other person smiled slightly: "I heard that His Majesty has summoned the middle and high-level of the army one after another, and also summoned Yan Chixia, the chief catcher of the five provinces. The other worshipper smiled slightly.

"This seal is too dazzling, too elusive, it seems to be respectful to His Majesty, but deep down in his heart he can't figure it out at all, if he is killed, it will be the best. ”

The third person talked about the Tao.

"Speaking of which, these seven masters should be the most powerful existence in the world, even if I am the Great Song Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, can I still be stronger than them?" someone asked puzzled.

"Hehe, you are also a person who has been worshipping for many years, don't you know how those masters outside the world cultivate?" The second person just now said: "Absorb the aura of heaven and earth, collect the essence of the sun and the moon, sit and lie down, before and under the moon, how can you compare to Yan Chixia, the chief catcher of the five provinces who dominates the world and subdues demons everywhere? That is the bodhisattva's heart, the thunderbolt method, but indifferent to fame and fortune, who can match him for my generation of cultivators?"

As they spoke, they didn't notice that Feng Zhou passed by them.

At this time, Feng Zhou is pinching the stealth trick and walking leisurely in the Great Song Palace to stop you.

In fact, the stealth trick is just a small magic method, which is used to deceive vision, and many magicians will use it.

Therefore, the use of the stealth technique also changes with the cultivation of the magician.

People with high cultivation can naturally see through the hidden secret of low cultivation at a glance and raise their hands to break it.

And those who have low cultivation naturally can't see the invisibility of the high.

However, since his cultivation is superb, facing opponents who are weaker than himself, he naturally does not need to use the Hidden God Technique.

So, it's almost a chicken rib.

If you can reach the point of refining qi and transforming gods, Feng Zhou will be able to perform the technique of concealment, and then the whole person will become formless and substantial, even if you cultivate to a higher person, it will be difficult to see through.

But now, stealth at this level is enough.

Don't look at the palace guards are so tight, it can be called three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, but let the boat come and go freely.

"Great Song Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger?hehe, but if there is no big victory in this big victory, how many people will listen to your command?" Feng Zhou sneered in his heart, with a look of disdain: "But I have heard of that Yan Chixia, this person is anxious for justice and righteousness, subdues demons and destroys demons, he can be said to be a well-known hero, if he is an enemy, I will spare him three times without dying." ”

There are many chivalrous people in the world, they don't want to be famous or profit, they just want to be helpful, chivalrous and righteous, maybe they have such and such small problems, but no one is perfect, even if Fengzhou has great powers, but also show respect to them.

Feng Zhou thought so, and leisurely followed the detection of his divine sense, and walked towards the Funing Palace. At this time, this building represented the highest power of the Great Song Dynasty, and only Zhao Gou was included.

Feng Zhou entered the Funing Palace, dispersed and became invisible, and stepped in like this without concealment.

"Who let you in without my order?" Zhao Gou, who was standing in front of the window with his back to the door, heard Feng Zhou's footsteps, frowned slightly, and his voice was slightly cold.

Feng Zhou didn't say a word, walked straight to the throne, sat on the dragon chair, took a copy of the music in his hand, and looked at it.

There was a flood in a certain place, and a request for funds was requested for disaster relief.

Zhao Gou's instructions are, I know.

It's really concise, and it's clearly intended to be treated coldly.

This kid's mind has never changed. It's still so cold.

Hearing that the person behind him didn't speak, Zhao Gou was slightly stunned and couldn't help turning his head. Seeing that the person in the room was not his cronies and eunuchs, he couldn't help frowning violently, and shouted with a serious face:

"Bold! you are...... Envelope...... Feng Zhenren?"

From anger to a frantic change in face, it was just a blink of an eye.

Feng Zhou said with a faint smile while flipping through the chapters: "Your Majesty sent seven masters to surround and kill me, and let me spend the wedding ceremony safely, and I came to thank Your Majesty." ”

He swept through more than a dozen pieces in a row, and his eyelids jumped.

Huainan's ravaged borders and the people needed to be resettled, he ignored them, and the people in Suzhou and Hangzhou owed taxes, and he sent troops to forcibly collect them.

The salt merchant in the coastal area of Zhejiang has paid less taxes this year, and he does not dare to ask more, but there is a vegetable demon sect on Guangnan East Road to make trouble, and he asks for a strong army to suppress it, and he will not recruit peace.

It's not a good thing.

A mediocre king who bullies the weak and fears the hard.

At this time, Zhao Gou's face turned bruised. The thin hands and feet involuntarily began to tremble, and the muscles on the face mobilized, squeezing out the voice from between the teeth:

"Sealed ...... Feng Zhenren. ”

In fact, outside the Funing Palace, there are many loyal and brave guards, as long as Zhao Gou shouts, there will be countless guards rushing in with sharp weapons in hand, sacrificing their lives to fight against the boat.

But now Zhao Gou can't stand still, his voice has been dumb for a long time, he can't speak, and he can spit out the words "Feng Zhenren", which is already his limit.

"Your Majesty, come here, sit down obediently, let's talk, what do you think?"

Feng Zhou beckoned, and a burst of anger came out, and Zhao Gou involuntarily took a step, came to the front of a few cases, and sat down slowly.

"I ...... I...... I was wrong, Feng Zhenren, whatever you want, I can give it to you. ”

Zhao Gou suppressed the panic in his heart and continued to speak quickly.

The supreme ruler of the Great Song Dynasty had a bright light in his eyes, and his mind was running like never before. He knew that Feng Zhou was bound to kill him when he came.

"You can't kill me, I am the Son of Heaven, and I have the luck of the dynasty to maintain, besides, if I die, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty will definitely be your enemy, and the whole world will also see you as a prisoner who kills the king, and your Quanzhen faction will not be able to sustain it. ”

Zhao Gou said, his eyes couldn't help revealing a sense of pride: "Feng Zhenren, I promise you, I will never be your enemy in the future, if you want, I can make you the left servant of Shangshu, Tongping Zhangshi and Privy Envoy, Feng Qin Guogong, you and I join forces, we will definitely be able to sweep the world, what kind of heaven and earth treasure can be easily recruited, isn't this the best thing." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Gou's eyes shot a feverish light.

In order to survive and be the emperor, he could grovel to the Wanyan family and be a minister.

Now in order to survive and continue to be the son of heaven, you can also make a wish to the feudal official in front of you, you can be wronged, and you can completely ignore the various royal postures that you put in front of him before.

Feng Zhou couldn't help but show a mocking smile: "Just a month ago, Poor Dao and His Majesty talked in detail for half an hour and planned the next Song and Jin pattern, but only a month later, the world has just settled down, and Your Majesty is thinking about crossing the river and demolishing the bridge." No, this idea of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, I'm afraid you've been thinking about it for more than a year, right?"

Feng Zhou shook his head with a look of contempt: "As a king, you are too unqualified, you can't use your talents, and you want to destroy a little dangerous sign, this is a stinky problem passed down from Zhao Guangyi, and now you are about to become the king of the country, and you shouldn't have changed it." Besides, what I want to seal the boat, I can take it by my own strength, I really think that Poor Dao cares about you very much, and what dynasty luck does I care about?"

In Zhao Gou's horrified gaze, Feng Zhou stood up, walked out of the Funing Hall with his hands behind his back, and said lightly as he walked:

"Even if it's the luck of the dynasty, what if it's the Son of Heaven? I've killed the Son of Heaven, but you're not the only one!"

"Besides, I'm a real protector of the country, killing you is just killing the king, and it has nothing to do with the luck of the dynasty!"

After speaking, Feng Zhou walked away, while Zhao Gou tore his robe, tied a knot, and strangled himself to death.

On December 27, the 24th year of Shaoxing in the Great Song Dynasty, Feng Zhou killed the Great Song Emperor Zhao in the Funing Hall of the Lin'an Imperial Palace.

This unscrupulous monarch who should have lived to be eighty years old ended his life thirty-two years ahead of schedule.

The entire Song Dynasty high-level was shocked!