Rong Qian was extremely pleased with Yan Rin's unexpected performance, but Rong Qian would never know that Yan Rin was able to calm down and control the overall situation calmly when he should have been shocked, just because he didn't want to be compared to Rong Qian.

When he was on the line of life and death, Rong Qian came to his side and easily saved him from danger with the posture of a god and a demon.

When he was stunned and inexplicable, Rong Qian was already calm and calm, and with just a few simple words, he was impressed by so many arrogant soldiers.

Such a Rong Qian, even if he is covered with scars, is still full of brilliance, such a Rong Qian, as if between heaven and earth, there is nothing and nothing to do, and he cannot be pulled out.

He couldn't make a sound, couldn't move a finger, just stared at Rong Qian blankly. Even if the brain loses the ability to think, even if the body loses the ability to move, the eyes see everything and the ears hear everything.

Such brilliance, such bearing, such strength. This person is never fathomable, unapproachable, unattainable. What about the Ninety-Five Supreme, and how about the Lord of the World, compared to him, so humble, so ordinary, so bleak.

No matter how much he costs, he will never be able to catch up with this person, and no matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to close the distance.

Yu Qi said that he was shocked by the repeated changes, but rather, he was intimidated by the great grief that inexplicably poured out.

It wasn't until Rong Qian gently patted him on the shoulder that he really woke up and looked up at Rong Qian, and when he could think normally, the first thought that came to mind was to never give up.

Never give up, never admit defeat, no matter how amazing, powerful, and unattainable that person is, don't retreat, don't bow your head, don't be compared to him.

In any case, he must have enough strength to match him.

So, at the last moment, he looked away, didn't even spend another glance at Rong Qian, and strode towards the group of people who were still holding knives and swords to kill him just now.

Shi Jingyuan and the others were completely shocked and petrified, no one thought of stopping the emperor from doing such a dangerous thing, and Rong Qian, who was the only one who understood his intentions, completely stood aside and watched the show.

The young emperor in the eyes of everyone, he is not chaotic in the face of danger, he is not alarmed, he behaves generously, and he is both graceful and powerful, no one knows, he used all his will and all his strength to barely control himself from trembling.

It wasn't because of fear, it was just, just because he realized that Rong Qian was behind him, watching all his actions with scrutinizing eyes.

The left army surrendered, the right army of the Chinese army obeyed, Shi Jingyuan was ordered to go, and after all the things that should be done were done, Yan Rin turned around and faced Rong Qian.

"Rongxiang, now, we can have a good talk."

Rong Qian stared at Yan Rin quietly without saying a word.

At this moment, great joy and sadness rose in Yan Rin's heart at the same time. In the deepest part of his heart, he was almost whispering to Rong Qian in that voice that was moaning in pain.

You're finally looking at me.

After so many struggles, so many efforts, so much effort, and even having to do such a bad and cruel thing, you finally face me.

More than ten years, such a long time, you finally face me.

In front of you, I have been a puppet for so many years, so many years of decoration, countless times my efforts have been ignored by you carelessly, countless times my sincerity has been trampled by you casually, today, you finally face me squarely.

"Your Majesty, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's discuss everything back to the palace." Rong Qian stared at Yan Rin for a long time before he said lightly.

Yan Rin nodded, no objection.

In any case, this slaughterhouse, which had just undergone a great change and was covered in blood, was by no means suitable for the emperor and Shoufu to stand and chat.

Yan Rin's guards died to death, and those who didn't die were also taken away by Shi Jingyuan, Wang Yongxing personally stepped forward and led his own soldiers to drive Yan Rin's Qibao mica car over, Yan Rin turned around and got into the car, and looked back at Rong Qian. In any case, a wounded person should not ride a horse, although this person was clearly acting like a monster just now.

"Rong Xiang is not feeling well, let's get in the car too."

Rong Qian nodded, and did not thank him, so he strode forward. When he came to the car, Wang Yongxing suddenly took back his hand and untied his cloak, held it in his hand, and bent down deeply.

Rong Qian smiled: "It's hard for you to think thoughtfully." He took it and unfolded it, covering up all his wounds, blood all over his body, and all his bones.

Even though Rong Qian put on his cloak very quickly, seeing his blood and scars so closely, Wang Yongxing was also shocked and secretly shocked.

Rong Qian saw his somewhat unnatural face, and smiled unconsciously: "General Wang, don't worry too much. The executioner had been greeted beforehand, and the scar looked terrifying, but in fact it only hurt flesh and skin. I had an old disease in my right hand, which has become more and more serious in recent years, and the doctors have concluded that it cannot be treated, and if it is not eradicated, it will cause damage to the whole body. This is also the reason why I have been discouraged and indulged in leisure in recent years. So this time, it's just a strong man breaking his wrist in order to protect his whole body, what is it? ”

Wang Yongxing bowed his head and didn't say a word. Such a lie is naturally full of loopholes, and it cannot be concealed from smart people, but even smart people naturally understand it, and should not be questioned at all. Anyway, the people of the world, as long as there is a prevarication in the past, it is enough.

Rong Qian got into the carriage. Standing next to Yan Rin. A pair of monarchs and ministers, one sitting and one standing, only half a foot apart, but no one looked at anyone more, and under the support of the left army, they entered the imperial city all the way.

The left army had stopped in front of the palace, Yan Rin and Rong Qian entered the palace under the escort of the Imperial Forest Army, Yan Rin was covered in splashed blood, did not wash and bathe, let alone rest and suppress shock, and was too lazy to say a word, so he went straight into the imperial study with Rong Qian.

He commanded lightly: "I have a big matter to discuss with Rong Xiang." ”

He didn't need to say another word, all the idlers and others withdrew, and the door was tightly shut. The guards and eunuchs all retreated far away to ensure that they would not hear the slightest sound in the imperial study, so as not to fall from the sky one day in the future.

Yan Rin's face was still calm, he couldn't see joy or anger, no one knew, at this moment, his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't think normally at all.

Countless times he was neglected and despised, he felt that he had words full of heart and wanted to yell at Rong Qian, looking forward to the day when Rong Qian could face him and listen to him carefully, however, this day really came to the eye, but his heart was at a loss, and he didn't know what he could say and what he should say.

Rong Qian waited for him for a while, but he just had a wooden face, motionless, looking at himself. You can't even turn your eyes without rolling a bit. Rong Qian tried to look at him for a long time, but his eyes were numb and sour, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to speak first: "What does the emperor want to talk to his ministers?" ”

When he spoke, he felt extremely depressed, and in old-fashioned martial arts novels, this could be regarded as a failure in the momentum competition.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Yan Rin closed his eyes, as if a strong man had broken his wrist, and said a little open-mindedly, "You should have a lot of questions to ask me, and there are also a lot of questions, you need to explain them to me, right?" ”

He really wanted to hear it, to hear him explain why he wanted to save himself, why he had to save himself after being treated like this. He really wanted to know who he was, where the power he had came from, and he really wanted to know every bit of him.

But he was really afraid, afraid that he would ask coldly, "Why are you so vicious", "Why do you want to bully me", "Why do you have to abuse me to death?"

And he was powerless to answer.

There have been countless times when courtiers have argued for this Ling Chi and issued similar questions, and there have been countless times when Shi Jingyuan, the general friend, was anxious, worried and helpless to ask similar questions one after another.

He will always have a high-sounding reason, for the country, the clan and the world to prevaricate, but the real reason, he himself does not dare to ask, how to face this person's question, in a daze, he does not know how to answer, how to explain. But he had to hold his chest up and face the inevitable questioning.

Then, to his surprise, Rong Qian touched his chin and looked at him with a strange look: "Your Majesty, maybe you are mistaken, I am willing to come with you, that is, not to ask you anything, nor to explain anything to you, but to ......"

He slowly showed an absolutely evil smile: "Rather, in order to collect a debt from you." ”

When he smiled, Yan Rin was already frightened, and when he said the word "but", Yan Rin had already run towards the gate quickly, shouting, "Someone." ”

His reaction could not have been unpleasant.

However, he had only run three steps, and he had been picked up by someone in the air, thrown up with great force, and the powerful energy rushed to his face, and the shout he let out was forced back to his throat.

Rong Qian stepped forward with a brisk step, grabbed Yan Rin's collar and threw it up, took three steps back, looked like a big one, and sat on the dragon chair that only the emperor was qualified to sit on.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Rin had already fallen from mid-air, and he could land on his knees, Rong Qian quickly raised his hand and slapped his ass hard and hard.

The sound of the heavy blow reached his ears, and the sharp pain made his body shrink, however, Yan Rin still couldn't believe that it was true.

He was beaten, and the emperor of the dignified Yan Kingdom was actually beaten by someone.

It took him seven or eight blows to the ass before he came to his senses, and at this moment, the pain in his body was far less indignant than the humiliation in his heart.

All the scheming, composure, countless secretly planned words, all gave up, reason had long been driven away by anger and excitement, and he struggled hard.

However, it was completely useless. Rong Qian originally only had one hand left to use, and there was no extra hand to hold down Yan Rin, but every time he shot down, the force was very heavy, so heavy that Yan Rin was in pain, and he had no power to struggle to escape, and the interval between the previous palm and the back palm was short, not giving people time to escape from his clutches at all.

Yan Rin was beaten more than a dozen times, knowing that there was no hope of breaking free, she was in pain and hatred, and gritted her teeth and said, "Rong Qian, you dare to ......"

Rong Qian sneered: "The minister doesn't dare." "Hit it the hand.

Yan Rin hated it so much that she finally scolded.

"Rong Qian, you traitor?"

"Rong Qian, you have no king."

"Rong Qian. You don't have to die well......"

"Tolerant ...... Thieves"

Rong Qian sighed heavily, it was really an insult without any creativity, even the scolding words were so monotonous, just so dry over and over again, a few sentences without any sense of stimulation, alas, the emperor's education was not comprehensive enough after all.

Rong Qian sighed in his heart, but he didn't have the slightest relaxation in his hand to keep fighting.

Yan Rin was humiliated at first, and then angry, however, all emotions can't withstand the physical injury, one heavy blow, you can take it seriously, five heavy blows, you can grit your teeth and endure it, then, what about ten hits, twenty hits. The most terrible thing is not the pain of being beaten, but the fact that we never know when this pain will stop, when it will disappear, and when this kind of endurance will end.

For a long time, he was hit hard without interruption, humiliating and hurting mercilessly. His heart was numb with pain, but his body was groaning and crying for help, and there was no place on his ass that was not painful, and nothing was not burning like fire, and the terrible giant palm still kept hitting and beating.

He struggled at first, then exhausted, he scolded angrily at first, but in the end, he couldn't even make a scolding sound. He was desperate to admit that he could not escape, desperate to understand that this hellish terrible punishment might never end.

He is the emperor and has never been treated violently, and under such violence, the Ninety-Five Emperor seems so powerless.

He's a kid, he's ambitious, he's determined, and he's still a kid. With reason, with stubbornness, how many hard shells can the hard shell that seals the weak heart withstand, such a fierce blow?

Rong Qian fought viciously, his mood was relieved for a while, and the fire that had been accumulated in his heart for so long was vented at once. After so long grievances and so much suffering, this time it can be regarded as a revenge. I finally understand why in the long history of mankind, the problem of corporal punishment has been repeatedly banned, and it turns out that beating disobedient children to cry wolves is so rewarding and comfortable.

He hit fifty or sixty times, and suddenly he realized that something was wrong. The body that had been churning and trying to break free from his hands was so supple that it no longer made any movements, and the boring, harsh and unentertaining scolding had stopped for a while, why did my knees feel a little wet and hot, wasn't it bleeding again?

He finally stopped, looked down in astonishment, and realized that there was a trail of water on his knees, and a low sobbing sound was faintly heard in his ears.

He was silent for a moment, then gently stretched out his hand, which had been beating, and carefully picked up the child's head.

The little body trembled with fear, and shrank slightly, like a frightened fawn, his face lifted up, his face full of tears, and he gritted his teeth, trying to keep it from making a sound, but his throat was against his will, and sobbing constantly.

This is a child, weak, weak, this is a minor body, thin and helpless.

He is not an emperor, just a child, a child who struggles to endure under violence, but still can't support it.

Rong Qian's heart softened, and he smiled bitterly, but he sighed again, reached out and touched the child's injury, and as soon as he touched it, his body trembled under his fingers.

These dozens of palms were beaten too hard, and this child was estimated to have been sleeping for more than ten days.

He sighed and slowly helped Yan Rin to stand up, so that he could barely hold the imperial case to stand up. Only then did he stand up: "That's it, you Ling Chi me, I also beat you, you and I don't owe each other, so we will never see each other." ”

Yan Rin raised his head in shock, perhaps because of the pain, his body was still trembling, and his voice was even a little trembling: "What did you say?" ”

Rong Qian smiled: "I'm leaving, between us, don't worry about these grievances and grievances." ”

He didn't intend to repeat anything, and he didn't want to look at Yan Rin's pale face, perhaps because of the injury, and after a faint sentence with a smile, he turned around and left.

Something slammed to the ground behind him, and he didn't look back. One step was taken, but he found it very heavy, and strangely, he was not surprised in his heart, he smiled bitterly and lowered his head.