There is no doubt that Chen Pingping is a master, or more accurately, he used to be a master. To be more accurate, it should be said that Chen Wuchang, one of the permanent little eunuchs in the palace back then, although he was not as good as the genius Hong Siqi's father-in-law, but after all, he was also a character in the sequence, and he was a martial arts cultivator, which should not be taken lightly.

If he wasn't a strong man, how could he have competed with the powerful Sean in the north in the turbulent situation of the world back then, and how could he build a gloomy supervision house under the hostile eyes of the Manchu Dynasty. If Chen Pingping was not a strong man, how could he lead the black cavalry to carry out those thousands of miles of raids on the mainland like a black storm.

However, time and experience are the most torturous weapons in the world, too long have passed, Chen Pingping is already old, the most regrettable thing is that during the raid to arrest Sean back to Beijing, Chen Pingping was seriously injured, half of his body was paralyzed, and he no longer had any consciousness from the waist down, and his cultivation was also blown away by the wind and rain, and no longer left half a point.

This is the history that all the courtiers and people of Qingguo know, and it is a fact that they either regret or rejoice. Therefore, when the will to arrest Chen Pingping back to Beijing was spread in the palace, whether it was Ye Chong, Gong Dian, Eunuch Yao, and Shi Fei, the general who was personally in charge of this matter, including He Zongwei, who finally knew this big secret, did not cast a vigilant gaze on the body of Old Dean Chen, and threw their eyes on the black wheelchair he was sitting in.

Because they know that Chen Pingping herself is just a waste person, and it is impossible to have any personal power at all. They were awe-inspiring and frightened in their hearts, not because of how powerful Chen Pingping's physical body was, but because of the intrigues and tricks in the old cripple's head, as well as the powerful power of the Supervision Yuan that he could control, they had an irresistible thought.

Chen Pingping returned to Beijing alone, and the Supervision Yuan was under close surveillance and the strong cooperation of a certain big figure inside, and these important ministers around His Majesty the Emperor breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. As long as Chen Pingping couldn't wield the dark power pulled by his thin fingers, then the palace would be safe.

It is precisely because of this judgment that there is. Therefore, they were not worried that Chen Pingping would have any advantage to His Majesty in the imperial study, even if Chen Pingping was still the strong man on the black war horse back then, but in front of His Majesty, the number one master in the world, it was impossible to have any counterattack power. As for the black wheelchair, the wheelchair under the old dean has been sitting for many years, and all the people are accustomed to the existence of wheelchairs, and even regard this wheelchair as a part of Chen Pingping's integration.

The power of habit is powerful, powerful enough to make people completely ignorant. So Chen Pingping entered the imperial study in a black wheelchair, and Eunuch Yao did not feel any sense of vigilance in the mainland. These big guys made a big mistake.

In the same way, His Majesty the Emperor made a mistake when his mind returned to calm and calm after a long conversation against the backdrop of the gloomy autumn rain of the morning. When the pale-faced Chen Pingping looked at the snow-white wall of the imperial study behind him and softly called out the woman's name, his mind relaxed slightly, and he followed Chen Pingping's gaze and looked back, ignoring Chen Pingping's arms on the black armrests of the wheelchair.

When everyone was small, they may have played this kind of childish and cute little game, and a little friend pretended to see a serious elder or a powerful teacher walking behind him, and exclaimed, his heart was shocked, and he turned his head to look. There was a hard fist on his body, and then the two of them laughed and chased and ran away in the yard.

Such a naïve method was used on Emperor Qing, the most powerful person in the world. I have to say that Chen Pingping's mind is very strange, wonderful, and ...... It's very effective. Maybe it's also because His Majesty the Emperor's heart is shaking at this moment, or maybe it's because His Majesty the Emperor is dead in the bitter lotus. Ye Liuyun out of Haiti now. The whole body and mind are in a state of absolute confidence, and they don't care about anything at all. Because he didn't care, he turned his head.

In today's world, no one should be able to hurt His Majesty the powerful Emperor, even Fan Xian, Haitang, Wang Shisanlang, Yun Zhilan, Wolf Peach, plus the shadow, these six absolute powerhouses on the nine grades appeared in the imperial study at the same time, and sent a fatal blow to the emperor, I am afraid that His Majesty the Emperor will not be moved in the slightest.

However, when he turned around, he saw a snow-white, empty, his pupils shrunk, and when he turned his head to look back at Chen Pingping in the wheelchair, he saw Chen Pingping's hands that had been supporting the armrests of the wheelchair...... Gripping the inside of the armrest, his forearm shrank back sharply!

With a crisp click, the two smooth and black armrests of the wheelchair suddenly scattered to the sides, emitting a series of beautiful sounds of metal machine springs. With two loud noises that sounded almost at the same time, two powerful air currents erupted from the two cavities that suddenly appeared at the front of the handrails.

Bang bang!

Crisp and neat, without dragging mud and water, indifferent, cold, Chen Pingping held the handrail of the wheelchair, and the two of them touched the handrail for countless years and pulled the trigger.

Countless iron filings and steel balls, with the blessing of the powerful gunpowder jet, with incomparably powerful power, bombarded Emperor Qing's body.

The black wheelchair opened up two gorgeous, soul-grabbing sparks!

No one in this world can hurt His Majesty the Emperor, but that doesn't mean that nothing can hurt him. At least the emperor and Chen Pingping knew that the black box that had always seemed extremely mysterious must be a threat to the emperor, and today, Chen Pingping's wheelchair for decades seems to be playing a very similar role.

This black wheelchair is a wheelchair carefully built by the three departments of the Inner Library and the Supervision Yuan decades ago, and the pair of firearms that have hidden countless years of anger are the woman who has been dead for a long time, and she personally built it for Chen Pingping.

At that time, Chen Pingping was lame, and she was worried about her safety, so she mobilized all her abilities and arranged such the best life-saving magic weapon for him in great secret. Over the years, the seat rim and backrest of this black wheelchair have been changed many times, but the armrests have never been changed.

Many people know that Chen Pingping has a habitual movement, he likes to gently stroke this pair of smooth handrails, and people close to Fan Xian know that whenever he is quiet and alone. The Dean likes to gently tap the armrests with his knuckles, which hum every now and then. It's like hollow bamboo.

Bamboo has knots, strength, and bones, and Chen Pingping also has it.

Two sparks exploded in front of the wheelchair armrest!

After the two loud noises that sounded almost at the same time, there was the sound of countless steel balls and iron filings and gunpowder spraying on the body of that Ninety-Five Supreme Body, crackling, like rain hitting the beach, like hail falling on the earth, hitting a thousand pits. Countless plantain leaves are discounted.

The smoke in the imperial study was filled, but it dissipated unusually quickly, gradually revealing the figure of His Majesty the Emperor sitting on the soft collapse.

Emperor Qing is a great grandmaster, but the great grandmaster is not a god after all. Their flesh is still mortal, and their minds are incomparably powerful, yet they cannot react like gods.

When Chen Pingping pulled the trigger on the wheelchair, he was close to Emperor Qing, and the shotgun sprayed from the front of the armrest was extremely strong covering half of the space, even if Emperor Qing swept away like an immortal, he couldn't escape the killing range of these fast-shot soul-devouring weapons.

So Emperor Qing didn't dodge, he was still sitting on top of the soft collapse, and the walls around him had been beaten into rotten sores. Broken gray stone bricks are falling, and a few pieces of broken wall skin are hanging in the air. Half of the slump under him had been shattered, and the desk in front of him had been smashed into a piece of wood.

The dragon robe on His Majesty the Emperor had many holes, subtle, and torn. in different shapes. Holes that appear in different trajectories, and the holes feel slightly burnt.

A pair of hands draped over his face. The index finger of the left hand was slightly flexed, the thumb was slightly upturned, and the verdant little porcelain teacup was in the tiger's mouth, not moving at all.

Even the teacup was not broken, and the face of the Son of Heaven was naturally unhindered.

In fact, all of this happened in a very short moment, and His Majesty the Emperor's whole body was like a substance, whistling like the wind, and the celadon teacup between his fingers flew out of the air with a snort. The large anti-shock force rushed and slid backwards at an extremely fast speed, and the wheelchair squeaked and rubbed against the floor of the imperial study, as if it was about to grind out sparks, and finally slammed into the wall of the imperial study, making a muffled sound.

Chen Pingping's face was indifferent, her pupils shrunk, but she didn't have time to make any movements, and she saw the emerald green that greeted her eyes.

There was a crisp sound, and the teacup flying from the sky was nailed to Chen Pingping's thin chest, and several sternums were broken.

Countless porcelain shavings shattered into powder, like countless hair needles, pierced into Chen Pingping's body, and its pain and itching were unbearable for ordinary people.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of Chen Pingping's lips, wetting her chest. Immediately afterward, an invisible and substantial majestic true qi surged in the air, which in an instant restrained the remaining three meridians and six veins in his body, controlling the operation of each of his muscles, making him unable to speak, move, or understand his own life.

What's even more terrifying is that the royal true qi full of royal qi actually penetrated into his body quickly through the air and through his clothes, walking in all directions along his meridians, and slowly forcing out the poison that the old dean had already taken in an instant.

It was like an invisible giant hand in the air, tightly gripping Chen Pingping's withered body, lifting him from his black wheelchair and hovering in mid-air, looking particularly weird.

Chen Pingping's gray hair had long been messy, scattered in front of his forehead, gently covering the deep wrinkles of his face, his clothes were full of cracks in the east and west, and the breath of life of the whole person was suppressed to the brink of death in an instant.

However, the old man's eyes were cold, cold, without the slightest fear, just with a trace of regret, a trace of disdain, and gradually, there were no more emotions in his eyes, only calm.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the imperial study, and His Majesty the Emperor walked slowly and heavily, stepping on the gravel of the ground, towards him.

The emperor's right hand was bluffed, and several powerful true qi burst out of the air, disturbing Chen Pingping's thin body in mid-air.

The emperor's eyes were indifferent, dyed with a hint of furious blood-red.

The Emperor's hands trembled slightly, all covered in blood and horrible wounds.

The small holes in the Emperor's robe began to bleed outward, seeping out of his body, washing away the crumbs and burnt gunpowder residue from the wounds. The dragon robe had been turned a black color.

The Emperor was seriously injured, and the steel balls that could pierce the bluestone should still be in his body. But he ...... after all Didn't die.

The fragments of the celadon cup were in Chen Pingping's body, and he also began to bleed, maybe there was not much blood in his body, and the speed of flow was not fast, but it also wet his tattered black supervision court official uniform in an instant.

The emperor walked in front of Chen Pingping, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the bodies of the two monarchs and ministers were all small cracks deep into the flesh and bones, and the pain was deepest, and the blood kept flowing. It looks very similar.

He looked down at the terrible wound on his chest and abdomen, and the corners of his eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he didn't expect that in this world, there are still people who can make themselves so close to death. An irrepressible resentment and anger. Fermentation began in the body of this monarch, it began to rise.

The emperor's hand grabbed Chen Pingping's throat, stared at his eyes, flashed a chilling resentment to the bone, and said word by word: "If I don't let you die, you can't die." ”

Several gray shadows flashed outside the glass window of the imperial study, and several people slammed open the wooden door of the imperial study and rushed in. At the gate of the garden, Ye Chongyao, eunuch and several other big people avoided the imperial study from a distance, but they clearly heard the two loud noises. Knowing that something was wrong, they rushed over as fast as they could, but it was still too late.

The leaf weight is the fastest. Eunuch Yao followed. However, when they entered the imperial study, they looked at the bloody scene in front of them, but at the same time remained silent, because this scene was too burning their eyes.

They saw His Majesty the Emperor, who was covered in blood, and strangled Old Dean Chen, who was covered in blood. Their hearts were terrified. I don't know how to speak. His body fell from his hands. It slammed into the floor with a muffled thud. He looked at the old comrades-in-arms, old partners, and old minions at his feet with a strange look, and said in a cold and resentful voice: "Take him to the prison of the Supervision Yuan, and tomorrow I will execute this traitor." If this old dog is allowed to die before 36,000 knives, you and the waste of the Tai Hospital will be buried with him. ”

Ye Zhong and Eunuch Yao fell into the ice cellar, and He Zongwei, who had just run to the imperial study with a panicked face, heard this, and his body trembled even more with fright. It's not just because of the shocking scene in front of him, not because of Chen Pingping's crimes, and not just because of His Majesty the Emperor's will that is cold to the bones and angry to the bones.

In the thirty years of the dynasty, no supreme minister has ever been executed by Ling Chi, which is the most humiliating and cruel way to die, not to mention, what this will means...... It's Chen Pingping.

However, the three of them did not dare to say anything at all, they just immediately knelt down and knelt at the feet of His Majesty the Emperor, not daring to give the slightest advice.

His Majesty the Emperor took one last look at Chen Pingping, who was looking at him with a sneering look, and suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest and abdomen.

How many years had I not been injured, the Emperor thought to himself, and his body shook a little.

"Your Majesty is assassinated, quickly pass on the Imperial Doctor!"

The anxious and anxious call of Scholar He sounded in the imperial study, and Ye Zhong was holding His Majesty Yushan's body in fear at this time, subconsciously tilting his head slightly, and squinting at this ruthless bachelor.

There was a panic in the palace, the imperial doctor rushed in and out of the palace, and from time to time there were pale palace maids and eunuchs carrying a golden basin in and out, and the water in the basin had been dyed red with blood.

Eunuch Yao was serving His Majesty the Emperor after being injured in the palace at this time, and the palace commander led the forbidden army and the masters of the inner court to surround the entire imperial city, and Ye Zhong guarded the palace after issuing a few warrants to the Privy Council.

The doctor of the Tai Hospital was sweating profusely out of the hall, Ye Zhong looked at him coldly and asked, "How is Your Majesty?"

The doctor of Tai Hospital saw that it was him, and responded in a trembling voice: "Master Huiye, although Your Majesty is injured, his pulse is strong and powerful, it should be fine, but it is just ......"

Ye Chong's brows furrowed, and he shouted, "Just how?"

"It's just...... The iron filings that pierced His Majesty's flesh and blood had been removed. However, looking at the wounds on His Majesty's body, there should be some sharp objects still in His Majesty's body. If you don't take out these sharp objects, I'm afraid of ......"

"What are you afraid of? Is Your Majesty in danger?"

"Your Majesty is blessed with heaven, and he is not a mortal. The doctor of the Tai Hospital was trembling in his voice, and described the realm of His Majesty's Great Grandmaster in a different way, and said: "Presumably, there will be no major problems, but no one knows if there will be any impact in the future." ”

"Then I don't want to take it out!" Ye Chong's body is short and fat, and he has always given people a gentle feeling, but at this moment. The evil aura on his face was extremely terrifying.

"Minister...... There is really no such good means. The doctor was watching Ye Chongdi's face become more and more ugly, and he quickly swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly said, "But Lord Xiao Fan once presided over a similar medical case in the palace back then. Please summon Lord Xiao Fan back to Beijing as soon as possible, and he will preside over this matter, so that there will be no hidden dangers in the future. ”

"Gong Bo?" Ye Chong sighed after hearing this foreign name, and his heart was half cold, from the morning to this time, inside and outside Kyoto, in the imperial study of the imperial city, too many things have happened, and he has not completely digested it, and he heard Fan Xian's name at this time. I thought that Chen Pingping's assassination of His Majesty would have a great impact on the country of Qingguo.

Ye Chong's lips were a little dry, and after a while, he said slowly: "Lord Xiao Fan can't come back for a while." Is there any other way?"

"Miss Fan, now practicing medicine in the Tangbo Medical Center, she studied under Qingshan, and there is a little Fan ...... herself"

Ye Chong's eyes flashed cold, and he said directly: "Quickly pass her into the palace!"

The doctor was leading the guards away. Ye Zhong suddenly felt that his back was full of cold sweat. Wet a large piece. At this time, he had time to analyze the situation in front of him, and Yizheng mentioned Fan Xian's name. He couldn't help but think that it would not be long before this young powerful minister would return to Beijing with the merit of annexing Dongyi.

However, at that time, if Fan Xian found out that Chen Pingping had been executed by His Majesty Ling Chi, how would he react?

Ye Zhong felt a chill enveloping his body, at this time His Majesty was seriously injured, Old Dean Chen's life was on the verge of death, and another group of imperial doctors were being treated, and then he would be sent to the prison of the Supervision Institute overnight.

He knew why His Majesty finally ordered Chen Pingping to be escorted into the Supervision Yuan, the emperor's heart, and at such a moment, he still did not forget to show his chill. Now that the entire Kyoto defense force is in Ye Chongdi's hands, of course he has no intention of resisting His Majesty's will, but he feels a trace of unbearable heaviness, if the Supervision Yuan is really reversed, what should he do? Fortunately, His Majesty was only injured, and he was not really unconscious.

Don't care about what happened between Your Majesty and Old Dean Chen, but in the imperial study, Old Dean Chen's assassination of His Majesty is something that everyone has seen, and no one can, and no one dares to intercede for Old Dean Chen. Assassinating His Majesty was originally Ling Chi's capital crime.

A chill arose in Ye Chong's heart, he knew very well the relationship and friendship that His Majesty had with Chen Pingping, but he was afraid that His Majesty would also be angry and disappointed to the extreme, so he would give Old Dean Chen such a miserable end.

It's just that...... Since the founding of the Qing Kingdom, although the imperial power is as difficult to shake as the thousands of years of history of this continent. However, the successive emperors of Qingguodi have a gentle attitude towards their courtiers. Especially in the past few decades, the Qinglu has been revised several times, and countless tortures have been abolished, which is often beheading and exterminating the people who conspire against them.

Especially for the scholars and ministers of the court, His Majesty has always been gentle, even if the rebellion in Kyoto three years ago was only killed in the end, Zhang Deqing, the commander of the Thirteen City Gate Divisions.

However, compared with the old dean Chen of the Supervision Yuan, what is Zhang Deqing?

Ye Zhong slowly closed his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the words that Scholar He called out in a loud and mournful voice when His Majesty fell into his arms earlier, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but flash a hint of coldness.

The news of Chen Pingping's assassination of the emperor, through He Zongwei's shout, immediately spread throughout the entire palace, alarming all the people in the palace, and then naturally became the news that everyone in Kyoto knew.

His Majesty the Emperor may have thought of the stability of the Qingguo court afterwards, and the attitude of Fan Xian and the officials of the entire Supervision Yuan, or ...... Thinking of the contributions of President Chen to the Qing country over the years,

No, Ye Zhong understands the temperament of His Majesty the Emperor, even if he wants to give Old Dean Chen a more glorious death, it can't be because of the affection between His Majesty and this old courtyard, after the sound of that strange weapon in the imperial study, His Majesty only has anger and resentment towards Chen Pingping, and nothing else.

The only thing that can make His Majesty take back Ling Chi's will is to think about the future of Qingguo, for the sake of Fan Xian and the eldest prince who is stationed in Dongyi City, and for the sake of this country.

There are many ways to die, and compared with the extremely humiliating and cruel Ling Chi and a white silk and a cup of poisonous wine, it is certain that the former will make the Supervision Yuan, Fan Xian, and His Royal Highness have more resentment.

However, all this, because of the exclamation of "just right" from Scholar He, became an impossible thing, because the Son of Heaven has the dignity of the Son of Heaven and the anger of the Son of Heaven.

Ye Zhong sighed, looking at the imperial city under the autumn rain in a daze, with mixed feelings in his heart, I don't know how many stories will happen in the square building of the Supervision Yuan tonight, and whether the tens of thousands of elite soldiers who he and Shi Fei were ordered to take outside the Supervision Yuan really need to be killed.

The autumn rain fell slowly, and he coughed lightly a few times, knowing that it was impossible for His Majesty's will to change under his anger, and he only hoped that when Fan Xian came back, the matter would be a foregone conclusion, otherwise who knows what the chaos of this Qingguo will be.

Autumn rain was also falling outside the square building of the Supervisory Yuan, getting colder and colder. Yan Bingyun stood indifferently by the window, the black cloth that had been covering the window had been torn off by him and thrown under his feet.

He quietly looked in the direction of the palace, calmly and forcefully issuing one order after another. With the trust of Chen Pingping and Fan Xian, he already has a lot of power in the Supervision Yuan, but with these powers, he still can't suppress the ghost fire that is burning in the Supervision Yuan.

The black ghost fire born from the hearts of these officials in black official uniforms.

Fortunately, Bingyun had made sufficient preparations in advance, and the officials with old qualifications, those who were extremely loyal to Old Dean Chen, had already been sent to Xiliang and Jiangnan Dongyi in advance by him, and they had already left Kyoto, otherwise the situation would be even more difficult to control.

The news from the palace has reached the courtyard, and the news that Old Dean Chen assassinated His Majesty has also become a fact, and His Majesty was seriously injured? Yan Bingyun didn't know if this was His Majesty's excuse, or if Old Dean Chen, who he had always admired so much, had really done something that many people couldn't accomplish.

However, none of this mattered, he coldly turned his gaze, looked at the elite army of Qingguo in the streets and alleys outside the supervision courtyard, and shook his head, he must protect this courtyard, especially when Chen Pingping is going to die and Fan Xian has not returned.

No one can stand up to Your Majesty and the powerful state apparatus of Qingguo, even if the Supervision Yuan is the most powerful link in this apparatus.

Yan Bingyun turned his head, looked at the seven hosts in the room, and said quietly: "Ready to take over......" His brows furrowed, and after a slight pause, he finished saying this sentence with great difficulty.

"Qin prisoner Chen Pingping. ”