Chapter I

The Dharma King woke up, and the Daqing Dynasty Neiba looked at the dead of the Dharma King, there were not a few, they did not expect that His Royal Highness the Dharma King, who had been hit so hard, would still be able to wake up.

Sima Jin also thinks so.

He hated this imperial uncle, even though the only imperial uncle guarded the land of Daqing for him, he still hated him to the core. He came out of Sima's family, and he has never been a good person, and he himself is not a good person.

How can a person who can send his sibling sister to the tiger's mouth of the Great Xia Dynasty be considered a good person?

If his uncle died in this war, he Sima Jin would be buried for him in a glorious manner, treat him with national courtesy, and let him go down in history.

But now that he is awake, it is destined to be a sleepless battle to the death between them.

"Boshan, pack some gifts, and go to visit the imperial uncle with this king."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Boshan has always followed behind this little master. Sima has always been frail and sickly, before leaving Boshan for the little master to put on a coat, although the weather is in early summer, but this country of Daqing is not like the Great Summer, the Great Summer also has a little bit of coolness, not to mention the people who are cold.

Outside the palace of the French king.

The person on duty was Xinfeng, and when Gongzi was in the trap with the Dharma King that day, he was the one who was pushed away by Gongzi. If it weren't for the one pushed by Gongzi, the person who is lying on the bed now would be indispensable to him.

He was a dark line, and he could not see the light of day, and if he died one day, he would be silent, and he never thought that he would be pushed by someone when he died. Then the Dharma King woke up and transferred himself to the Dharma King's Mansion to be on duty.

And pushed his son-in-law away, and never woke up.

The wounded son of the night is dead in the trap, and the other betrayer is gone.

His protectors are now awake.

He was the only one left, lying on the couch unconscious.

They brought it back, but they didn't bring it back.

The miracle doctor in the palace was met when the prince was injured in the past, and he has been in the palace since then and has never left. The prince believes in his medical skills very much, and now he is just hanging his son's life to keep him from dying.

Alas, after many years of separation, it was once seen that this was the case.

Xinfeng sighed a lot in front of the mansion, and when he looked up, he saw the most noble person in Daqing standing in front of the mansion.

"See the king."

"There is no need to be polite, this king is only here to visit the emperor's uncle today."

"Your Majesty, please."

Xinfeng and they all know what the king and the king are like, but this doesn't mean anything, they are just outsiders after all, just do their duty.

Sima Jin walked all the way into the palace of the French king, who used to oppress his father, oppress himself, force himself to give up his power, and lean towards the government and the opposition, but now he is lying here unconsciously. He slept peacefully on the bed as if he were asleep, but even this could not hide his burly and strong body, and such a serious illness could not damage him in the slightest.

This person really doesn't look like a person from the Sima family.

Since Sima Jin remembered, everyone in the Sima family was weak, his grandfather was like this, and his father was the same, he naturally did not get rid of this fate, and everyone in the world said: love is not long, and wisdom will be hurt. "He Sima has always been unkind, but he can't escape the short-lived road.

For the sake of the royal family's face, I don't know when Sima became the wise person in people's mouths, but how can they be considered wise! The left is nothing but a trick of self-deception.

"Uncle Wang, this king has come to see you."

He knew that the person in the bed was just pretending to sleep, but he didn't want to see him now, and if there was no outsider between them, even if it was a perfunctory thing, he, the king, would not want to do it with him.

And now, in addition to this, there is another reason why he does not want to see him: he has found his brother.

Now that you have found it, why bother with the enemy?

He had originally heard of this little Uncle Wang.

This is the same age as him, but is the brother of the same mother of the King of France, both born to a singer, when the father of the king hid from the throne, in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the two of them were wiped out, the song of the day is the mother of the Gang, it is by their own strength to protect the two of them, although they are not dead, their two brothers are also born and separated from these many years, and Sima Jin got the news that his little uncle Wang is now back.

He sent people up and down the house, but found nothing.

That's right, if he can get some news in the palace of the king, this palace may not be called the so-called impregnable.

So he came himself.

"I don't know if this king's little uncle Wang is okay now?"

Sima Jin found a place not far from the bed, leisurely picked up the tea to his mouth, smelled it, did not drink it, but put the tea down casually. In his mouth, he said words that pierced people's hearts.

Naturally, he came to find him today, Uncle Wang, who was not happy.

There is no good person in his Sima clan.

If the enemy has a weakness and is scarred, he must immediately stab the dagger along the wound, dripping with blood, and it is naturally best to see that life is better than death.

"The king is worried about your sister who is the queen of Great Xia?"

"Sima's body is weak, I don't know if the queen can still bear it in that cold palace?"

Naturally, the people on the couch did not sleep.

Since this imperial nephew wants him to be uncomfortable, he is naturally not a good person. He has always done it effortlessly. If you give back to him in his way, he Sima Jin will also.

The only one close to him in the world was the unconscious one.

No one else can afford to be the king of the Dharma.

Similarly, there is only one of his closest relatives - his eldest sister Sima Ya, who married far away.

Daxia Sima Ya married the king of Daxia as the queen, it was the imperial nephew who facilitated, the queen's mother with the war of Daxia Daqing, and now in the Daxia palace is naturally in dire straits, after the war, she was abolished as the queen, and was relegated to the cold palace, which is naturally not easy to live.

His imperial nephew understands his weakness, why doesn't he understand?

each other.

"This king is different from Uncle Wang!"

The posture of the person sitting upright is not as calm as it was at the beginning.

"This king is ashamed of his brother, but fortunately, I can protect that person now, the king values his eldest sister, but he put her to death, this king and the emperor's nephew are naturally different."

He Sima Jin is also Sima Shi, and where he is cold, he is naturally not far behind.

"This king is tired, Uncle Wang take care."

Sima Jin got up and walked away.

Out of this Dharma King's Mansion, Boshan never thought that the person who had an angry face just now would hook the corners of his mouth and laugh out loud.

There is a bit of meaning in this smile, and I am afraid that only he Sima Jin knows.

How could he, Sima Jin, judge that he was not from the Sima clan just because he was in good health, and behold, if he was thin and cold, he would look like a member of his Sima family.

They have always dealt with themselves like this, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

Enjoy it tirelessly, and you will not rest until you die.

"Boshan, this king is becoming more and more interested in Uncle Wang's brother, this king's little Uncle Wang!"

What about him guarding and protecting? The left is just a dead and alive waste!

Mock him, what is there better than his uncle?

"Boshan, drive back to the palace."

"Yes, master."

Between them, there is no winner or loser.

Master, I don't know if the two outside have won or lost, but I lost a mess.

Master, I'm not Xiao Ye now, I'm not Zhou Xiaochuan, I'm not anyone, I'm just a ghost.

The ghost who has been trapped in Xiaoye's body.

I can't disperse, but I can't go anywhere.

I was trapped in this body by the divine doctor in front of me, although he couldn't heal Ye Qing's injury, but he also made him immortal, and I was hung by ginseng soup, I couldn't touch anyone, but I couldn't leave a step.

Why is my master getting worse and worse!

Master, I had the heart of death that day, whether it was a ghost or a person, he could accept it, what I didn't expect was that he has now become the appearance of this person who is not a ghost or a ghost.

After these few days, I have endured it, it's a big deal to think that I am at home, it's just a little boring, but why are the people who even come to see me so monotonous.

On the first day, I woke up with a ghost, and the person I saw was a miracle doctor.

On the second day, when I opened my eyes, I saw the divine doctor and Xinfeng.

On the third day, His Holiness was carried on a stretcher.

Other than that, I, a living ghost, have never seen anyone else!!!

……

Master, I'm a living ghost! Seeing this all day long, I'm going to be aesthetically tired! Master, I'm going to wash my eyes! Who wants to face the tough old men all day long!

Do I look good? Yes!

A catastrophe didn't kill me, but it made you old men angry to death!

Master, I have a pity for the people I saw this day!

(System: ...... Systematic white-eyed flying

System: Sorry for you? You? You've got shit luck! I'm embarrassed to say that I'm pitiful! Do you want to nod face!

System: And here is the sound ~ Mom! Which are you going to die of disgust? You big man, what are you pretending to be weak?

Other victims: It's just ......

Master: ...... What's wrong? There are so many people who eat melons, master, I'm a living ghost, can't I entertain myself? Yes! And is there any human right? No, there is no ghost power!

Master, me: Crazy, you come out, do you think you don't care?

Crazy uncle: crawl away with the lid on the pot......

People sit at home, and the pot comes from heaven! ）

He Yanhuan was here, jumping around and moving fiercely with the people in his boundless brain, but outside, Ye Qing, who was lying on top of the bed, was a real unconscious.

Only the Dharma King and the Divine Doctor know about this place, and as for protecting Ye Qing, it is naturally Xinfeng.

Actually, he didn't win.

His Holiness thought that if he still couldn't wake up, then how could he Sima Jin win?

He remembers the grilled fish he made that day, and the taste still reverberates on his tongue.

He loved the brother he had called him on the battlefield that day, and he had been looking forward to nothing more than that for so many years.

The brother in his arms that day, with his warm body, made him really feel it for the first time, and for the first time after all these years, he felt tears of joy.

He told him he wanted to go home.

He changed his plan for the war, just so that he could return to his hometown as soon as possible.

"Huan'er, are you home......"

hugged the thin body in his arms, which was still warm, but the eyes were closed, without the slightest intention of opening them.

This is his younger brother - Sima Huan.

He is not Ye Gongzi, the servant of the Rui Palace, not the top Ye Qing in the Great Xia Chuyu Pavilion, not any one in Great Xia, those are all humiliations to his brother!

From then on, he was just Sima Huan, his only brother of Sima Jin! This Daqing Dynasty is a person as noble as him, if anyone dares to slander him, he Sima Jin will definitely let him see him with blood.

"Huan'er, you will only be my brother in the future, and my brother will protect you, and no more gossip will hurt you. My brother has been thinking about you for many years, and finally let me find you, and I will shelter you from the wind and rain in the future, so that you can be at ease. ”

"If you hear it, you should say it to your brother, okay?"

"Just one voice, okay? Huan'er ......"

Xin Feng listened to the whispered words of the Dharma King in the house, gentle and trembling, and cherished it very much.