Sima Xiangle sat on the throne, his eyes were a little sloppy, and he muttered: "I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this~"

Sima Wende shook Sima Xiangle's arm and asked, "Father, what about the people? What about them? Why don't you do it?"

Yuan Shixin looked at the little emperor who was a little at a loss and clapped his hands gently.

Figures flickering,

Eighteen figures appeared in the imperial study and knelt in front of Yuan Shixin.

Yuan Shixin looked at Sima Wende and asked, "Your Majesty, are you talking about these people?"

Sima Xiangle closed his eyes slightly, shook his head, and said softly: "De'er, remember, you must live~"

Sima Wende ignored Sima Xiangle, and he shouted loudly at the eighteen little eunuchs kneeling there in a bit of madness: "Do it, I order you to do it! You can see clearly, I am the emperor, what about Zhao Mink Temple? Zhao Mink Temple, you give me out!"

As an emperor, since he sat on that dragon chair, he has never roared like he did today.

Yuan Shixin smiled, looked at Sima Wende and asked, "Do it, what does Your Majesty want them to do?" Say it and let the old minister hear it, don't forget, I am your 'father'!"

After speaking, he glanced at Sima Xiangle and said: "You are just a deposed emperor, why do you want Zhao Mink Temple to work for you? It seems that you still haven't figured out why the national teacher wants to abolish you for more than ten years, whether you are extravagant or indulgent, he can tolerate these, but you favor traitorous people, this is something he absolutely does not want to see." It's ridiculous that you went to great lengths to get Zhao Mink Temple back to your side, trying in vain to rely on a eunuch to deal with his true appearance, no wonder he chose to say goodbye!"

"Poof",

A muffled grunt followed.

Sima Wende was stunned and turned his head to look at Sima Xiangle.

Yuan Shixin has turned around.

Before walking out of the imperial study, he said to the eighteen little eunuchs: "Protect Your Majesty for me, if Your Majesty has any mistakes, then come to see me!"

Swaggered out of the door, seeing Yuan Shixin walking out of the imperial study unscathed, Sun Mink Temple's legs were weak, kneeling on the ground and his teeth trembled and said: "Lord Xiangguo, go slowly!"

Yuan Shixin stood up, raised his foot, but did not kick it down, but stepped on the back of Sun Mink Temple, ran it a few times, and snorted coldly: "I heard that you have a grudge against Zhao Mink Temple?"

Sun Diao Temple trembled and said: "Lord Xiangguo, Zhao Diao Temple is the predecessor of the little one, and the little one respects him very much, and he has no grudges. ”

"Really?"

Yuan Shixin retracted his feet, bowed his head slightly, and said to Sun Mink Temple: "No wonder Zhao Mink Temple said to Ben Xiang that after you became the head of internal affairs, you took good care of him, and he remembered it in his heart, and he couldn't repay it, so he just asked Ben to take more care of you." ”

Hearing Yuan Shixin say this, Sun Mink Temple was in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help kowtowing and said: "Lord Xiangguo spares his life~"

Yuan Shixin chuckled and said: "Where is this in Sun Mink Temple? I don't dare to do anything to the chief of internal affairs of the hall, you are a celebrity in front of Your Majesty, just say a few kind words in front of Your Majesty, and you will be grateful to the emperor." ”

After speaking, Yuan Shixin flicked his sleeves and left.

In the imperial study, Sima Wende looked at Sima Xiangle with his mouth half-open, stunned.

Then the whole person was in a trance and sat on the ground.

Sima Xiangle rested his forehead against the desk, hunched over, his hands covering the hilt of his sword, blood flowing from between his fingers, dripping to the ground.

In front of Sima Wende's eyes, blood flowers bloomed.

Sima Wende's shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

He had no strength, turned his head to Sima Wende, and just stared blankly, watching the tears flow wantonly on his son's face, looking at the pale and helpless face.

He seemed to have seen the son who cried and shouted "Father" many years ago.

His lips moved slightly, and he was already angry, and muttered: "De'er, don't cry, don't cry~"

Sima Wende's right hand pressed his mouth tightly, trying not to cry out loud, for fear that his cry would cover his father's faint voice.

Sima Xiangle, whose eyes were a little sluggish, finally mustered up a little strength, and called softly: "De'er, De'er~"

Sima Wende moved forward a few times, put his face in front of Sima Xiangle, wiped his tears and said, "Father, I'm here, I'm here~"

Sima Xiangle raised his left hand and slowly lifted it to reach Sima Wende's face.

Sima Wende grabbed Sima Xiangle's hand, pressed it on his face, and said softly: "Father, the child is here." ”

Sima Xiangle gasped a few times, blinked his eyes vigorously, and finally saw his grown up son clearly.

His fingertips moved slightly, touching Sima Wende's cheek, and he tried his best to say: "De'er, you want to live, live......"

Sima Wende, who was holding Sima Xiangle's left hand, felt his father's arm sink.

His eyes widened, and he finally cried out loud, shouting loudly: "Father~"

Sima Xiangle's right hand had already slipped off the hilt of the sword, shook a few times, and remained motionless.

The short sword he was going to use to blade Yuan Shixin.

Before Sima Wende and Yuan Shixin came to the imperial study, after he had arranged with the eighteen little eunuchs, a short sword was across his neck.

It was the leader of these eighteen little eunuchs who made the move.

His name is Gong Juren.

This was once the clerk next to Sima Xiangle, and after he was forced to abdicate, he served as a eunuch as a historian, and he regarded him as the most trusted person in the palace.

It was he who asked Sima Wende to try his best to bring the palace people into the palace, just to see him with his own eyes, and then carry out his own plan.

Of course, I also asked when I would finish telling the story of "Emperor Chen Qing".

At that time, the palace people said with a smile that after the big event was completed, it would not be too late for the minister to write.

Sima Xiangle didn't like this kind of betrayal very much, and it was even more unbearable than being forced to give up the throne in the first place.

Because at that time, his favored ministers, including Zhao Mink Temple and Zhao Li, were all punished by the national teacher.

This is called sharing difficulties.

Sima Xiangle was as happy as ashes, looked back at the palace and asked, "Why?"

Gong Juren smiled coldly and asked, "Why do you ask me why?"

Sima Xiangle shook his head lightly and said: "I don't think I have done anything excessive to you, on the contrary, I have always treated you well, could it be that he Yuan Shixin promised you a high-ranking official?"

Gong Juren withdrew the short sword, pinned it to his waist after putting it into the sheath, and said to Sima Xiangle: "That's not the case, the Emperor, you are high, but I don't know what we will think in our hearts as reptiles, forget it, it is useless to say this to you, you will not know our state of mind." ”

Sima Xiangle turned to look at Gong Juren, pulled out the short sword at his waist, put it around his neck and said, "Give me a reason." Let me tell you, I am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, since I have made up my mind to do this, I am ready to fail, if you are afraid of death, I can forgive you. ”

The palace man sneered: "The emperor is kind-hearted, but unfortunately we don't need your forgiveness, tell you, my palace man has never thought of himself as your henchman, all this is just your own thought!"

Sima Xiangle's eyes shrunk, "It's still the same sentence, why?"

"Why?"

Gong Juren was a little angry, glared at Sima Xiangle and said angrily: "If it weren't for your extravagance, my sister would not have been forced into the palace draft girl by that group of flattering people, and what is even more infuriating is that if you don't look down on it, forget it, and reward her to your favorite minister, do you know why so many people go to great lengths to give you a draft girl? Do you think they are for you? They are just for their own selfish desires." ”

Sima Xiangle shook his head and sighed: "Then why did you enter the palace?"

Gong Juren laughed miserably: "Why did I enter the palace? My sister didn't want to be taken into the room by that old man with a lot of beard, so she escaped. The celebrity in front of you was extremely angry, and he made a random excuse to raid my home, my sister was sold into a prostitution, and I became a little eunuch. ”

Sima Xiangle was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "Although this matter is related to me, it is not my original intention, you are so angry with me, it is better to wait for my emperor to get rid of the adulterous appearance, find justice for your family, and copy that person's home." ”

Gong Juren really wanted to stab the person in front of him with a sword, but unfortunately Lord Xiangguo didn't allow it.

He didn't want to talk much to Sima Xiangle, so he turned his back and said: "The Emperor is still pleased, whether the Emperor is dead or alive is not something that my little eunuch can say." ”

Sima Xiangle was silent for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "In my lifetime, will the peach blossoms bloom?"

There was a tingling in Gong Juren's heart, he didn't look back, his voice was a little cold, "It's gone below, how can the flowers bloom?"

When he said the phrase "there is no more", the emperor almost couldn't get angry with his laughter.

Sima Xiangle sighed, sat on the throne, and waited.

He didn't dare to leave.

He was not afraid of his own death, but of his son's death.

Even if he Yuan Shixin wanted to "coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes", his son would at least have a glimmer of life.

Self-killing may be the most dignified way for him to die.

Gong Juren looked at Sima Wende, who was in pain, and shook his head gently.

For this little emperor who has no real power, the palace people have no ill feelings.

Beckoning a few people to come forward, he stood in front of Sima Wende and bowed down and said softly: "Your Majesty, let's mourn!"

Sima Wende no longer has anger, after Sima Xiangle died, he didn't even have the confidence to be angry, he turned around, grabbed the corner of the palace man's clothes, and cried: "Go to the Imperial Doctor, my father is still saved, right? ”

The palace man bent down and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten the last words of the emperor?"

After saying that, he waved, and several little eunuchs stepped forward and carried away Sima Xiangle's body.

Seeing his father's body being carried away, Sima Wende hurriedly got up, but was held down by the palace people.

The palace man said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, if you are like this, won't the Emperor Taishang die in vain?"

Sima Wende muttered, "Now like this, what's the point of my life?"

After speaking, he said to the palace man: "Gong Gonggong, you stab me to death with a sword, I will follow my father and the emperor, and I will be a hundred!"

The palace man stared at Sima Wende for a moment, pushed him on the throne, pulled out the short sword pinned to his waist, threw it over, and said coldly: "If Your Majesty wants to follow the Emperor Taishang, then please do it!"

After speaking, he turned around and waved to the rest of the little eunuchs and said: "From today on, Your Majesty will be served by us, and the four of them will be on duty for a day, and you have all heard the words of Lord Xiangguo, if Your Majesty has any mistakes, cut off your own head." ”

Gong Juren didn't believe that Sima Wende had the courage.

After taking people out, the palace man glanced at Sun Mink Temple and said: "Sun Mink Temple, according to the meaning of Lord Xiangguo, Your Majesty will be served by me in the future. ”

After speaking, he said to the person behind him: "Go, take Sun Mink Temple to see Zhao Mink Temple, Zhao Mink Temple really wants to catch up with Hou Mink Temple." ”

After the man dragged the weak legs of Sun Mink Temple away, the palace officials ordered four people to wait outside, and he took people to the queen mother's bedroom.

Sima Wende trembled and grabbed the short sword thrown by the palace man, and gently pumped it, revealing half of the sword body.

With a flick of the sword, his hand trembled, and the short sword fell to the ground, falling on the blood of his father.

Looking down at the pool of blood, Sima Wende involuntarily straightened his waist and kicked back a few times, but as a result, he stepped on the bloodstains, the soles of his feet slipped, and the whole person fell on the wide throne.

Sima Wende rubbed his arms, retracted his legs, and half-lay on the chair, and began to whimper quietly.

"Poof", someone chuckled.

Sima Wende was frightened, and stood up and looked privately, full of vigilance.

"Your Majesty, look here, here!"

Sima Wende moved, raised his head and looked at the roof.

A man poked his head out of the roof beam and grinned at him.

Seeing that there was suddenly a stranger in the room, Sima Wende stood up in shock, picked up the blood-stained short sword, and held it horizontally in front of him, looking at the top of his head nervously, forgetting to shout.

Even if he shouted, what could he do? His father had just been persecuted to death in front of his eyes, who else could he believe in this huge palace?

The figure on the roof moved, and he had already floated down, squatted on the desk, grabbed a brush with his hand, and gently tapped the table to look at Sima Wende and said, "Isn't Your Majesty going to kill yourself? Why can't you even pull out your sword?"

Seeing this person falling like a leaf from such a high beam, Sima Wende knew that he was like a fish on the chopping board in front of this person, and there was no possibility of struggling.

Sitting on the ground, he muttered, "Why, my father and the king have been forced to death by you, can't you let me go?"

The man looked puzzled and asked, "What does Your Majesty mean by this? Your Majesty wants to cut yourself, but no one forces you, didn't Your Majesty hear what the father-in-law said? If you die, they will all have to die, and the life of Your Majesty will be exchanged for the lives of eighteen people, how can it be earned, and you can avenge the Emperor, why not?"

Sima Wende threw away the short sword in his hand, closed his eyes and said, "Since that's the case, you can do it!"

The man jumped down from the desk, as if he was afraid of blood on the soles of his feet, and he jumped a little farther away, standing right next to Sima Wende.

Hearing the movement, Sima Wende opened his eyes and saw that the man was already standing in front of him, and he was so frightened that he took half a step back.

Staring at the man, he asked, "Is it right that Yuan Shixin patted you?" ”

The man smiled and said, "Your Majesty is really wise, you can guess this, then Your Majesty can guess again, why did Lord Xiangguo arrange for me to appear?"

Seeing that the man did not deny it, Sima Wende smiled, he Yuan Shixin was really cunning and cunning, and kept saying that he would not do the murder of the king and rebellion, but he sent someone to assassinate him, why bother?

If the whole world is his Yuan Shixin, how should the history books be written, isn't it still how he can write how he wants?

It's really a prostitute to set up a memorial arch.

After thinking about it, he was a little relieved, it was a death left and right, so it was better to die hard.

After saying that, he turned around and turned his back to the man: "The matter has come to this, then come!"

Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor had turned his back, the man really wanted to raise his leg and kick it.

This is a dragon's belly, and I can brag to my senior brother for a long time in the future.

He turned his head to look at the throne in the imperial study again, and wanted to sit on it and try it out.

It's a pity he didn't dare.

If he was asked to pick one of the two things of kicking the dragon's belly and sitting on the dragon's chair, he would rather choose to kick the dragon's belly, anyway, the little emperor in front of him will not be a little emperor soon.

From the master's point of view, this little emperor can be regarded as his junior brother.

What is it for a senior brother to kick a junior brother?

A matter of course.

He likes to be kicked by the senior brother, but unfortunately when he grows up, the senior brother no longer fights him.

After the second senior brother married the third senior sister, the senior brother had even fewer words.

He knew that the senior brother liked the third senior sister.

He also knew that the third senior sister and the second senior brother were more compatible.

He hadn't liked a girl, so he didn't know what the senior brother should feel in his heart.

After closing his eyes and waiting for a while, he didn't see any movement from the person behind him, Sima Wende turned around and said angrily: "If you want to kill or chop, hurry up and do it, how can you be like a eunuch?"

Hearing Sima Wende, who was afraid of death, say this about himself, the man's eyes widened, and he said slightly angrily: "Who do you say is like a eunuch? It's the first time I've seen someone begging for death like this." ”

Sima Wende also let go, glared and said: "I really don't know where Yuan Shixin found such a person as you, do you want to show your martial arts in front of me? Let me be cowardly, play that trick of catching rats? Coincidentally, my husband is the number one master in the world, I have never seen anything? How can I be frightened by you? If you don't do it again, I will go out." ”

Hearing the little emperor mention the emperor, the man smiled slightly and asked, "The number one master in the world?" is really powerful, but I don't know how much Your Majesty has learned?"

Sima Wende snorted lightly and said, "As the Son of Heaven, how can I learn this?" I think you have also heard of the great name of the national teacher, if it weren't for the fact that the whereabouts of the national teacher are unknown now, how would my palace allow you to let a group of young people go wild!"

The man was silent for a moment, but did not speak.

Sima Wende sneered: "What's the matter?"

The man raised his head and asked, "Your Majesty, did you ever hate the national teacher when he suddenly said goodbye?"

Hearing the person in front of him suddenly ask, Sima Wende was stunned for a moment.

Thinking about it carefully, after the sudden disappearance of the national teacher, in addition to worrying, he never had the slightest resentment in his heart.

After pondering for a moment, Sima Wende raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, sneered behind his hands and said: "Wow, I understand, I see, no wonder you are not in a hurry to kill me, no wonder someone began to speak out about impeaching the national teacher this morning, he Yuan Shixin played a good calculation, let me pour a basin of dirty water on the national teacher, and then take my throne, and then rehabilitate the national teacher in the future, and give me an eternal infamy." ”

The man suddenly smiled, looked at Sima Wende and asked, "Your Majesty has a lot of thoughts, so why don't you think that I was sent by the National Teacher?"

Sima Wende was stunned for a moment.

The man bowed slightly to Sima Wende and said in a low voice: "Fourth disciple of the National Teacher, Chen Fang has already seen Your Majesty. ”

Sima Wende's figure shook slightly, he took half a step back, and said suspiciously: "You mean that you are a disciple of the National Teacher, and he sent you to save me?"

Chen Fangzao nodded, and then said: "Strictly speaking, it is to temporarily protect Your Majesty, as long as Your Majesty is still the Son of Heaven of the Great Jin, I will hide in this palace to protect you." ”

Thinking of what happened just now, Sima Wende shook his head and muttered: "Impossible, you can't be a disciple of the national teacher, you are deceiving me, I watched my father leave, you didn't make a move, you have to deceive me." ”

Chen Fangzao shook his head and sighed: "Your Majesty, Master has a life, I can only save you alone, as for the Emperor, Master said, life and death are fate, and I hope Your Majesty can understand." ”

Sima Wende slowly lowered his vigilance and asked softly, "What you said is true?"

Chen Fangzao nodded, and then said: "Your Majesty, then Yuan Shixin will definitely not let you go like this, and my master can't guess what he wants to do, if I smuggle you out of the palace now, then Yuan Shixin will naturally sit on the dragon chair, and will blame my master for His Majesty's disappearance, so Your Majesty still needs to endure some time in the palace." ”

Sima Wende thought of his imperial grandmother, and was just about to continue talking, Chen Fangzao made a silent gesture and said in a low voice: "Someone is coming, Your Majesty himself should be more careful." ”

After saying that, he jumped into it.

At that moment, the door opened.

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A soft sound of "pop",

Lu Yiping's right wrist was hit by Jia Nanfeng's last flying locust stone, and the long sword in his hand fell in response.

Lu Yiping, who quickly flew back a few feet and covered his right wrist with his left hand, stared at Jia Nanfeng, who picked up his sword, and didn't say a word.

Lu Yiping suffered a loss in the dark.

The long sword in his hand was taken away by Jia Nanfeng, which was even worse for Lu Yiping, who was already inferior to Jia Nanfeng.

Jia Nanfeng looked at the long sword in his hand, used his hand with one hand, and slapped the sword body with one palm.

After a crisp sound, the long sword broke into several knots and scattered to the ground.

Throwing the bare hilt of the sword on the ground, Jia Nanfeng waved his palm forward.

Lu Yiping, who was injured in his right hand, had to respond to the enemy with his left palm, and after two moves, he was hit in the left chest by Jia Nanfeng with a palm, and the whole person flew backwards and fell to the ground.

Holding down his chest, Lu Yiping coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Jia Nanfeng looked around.

Lu Yiping is waiting for the arrival of Yuan Xi, why shouldn't he?

The sound of breaking the air sounded, Jia Nanfeng smiled slightly, and finally came.

The figure flickered, dodging the stones that flew over, Jia Nanfeng glanced at a few broken swords, flicked his sleeves, and a few short swords flew towards Lu Yiping.

Then he flew in the direction of the tethered horse, landed on the horse with a few ups and downs, and galloped in the direction of Ziyang City.

Lu Yiping rolled over, but he didn't dodge all the broken swords, seeing that he was about to be hit by the sword in his back, a stone flew in, and he only heard a "snap" in his back and knocked it down.

Yuan Xi quickly flew to Lu Yiping's side, helped Lu Yiping up, and asked eagerly, "Uncle Lu, how are you?"

Lu Yiping shook his head and said, "It's okay, you can't die!"

Yuan Xi saw Jia Nanfeng flying on the horse, so he wanted to get up and chase after him, but was pulled by Lu Yiping.

Lu Yiping sighed: "Forget it, you can't catch up, and if you fight alone, you are not his opponent." ”

Yuan Xi sat on the ground and said to Lu Yiping: "Uncle Lu, you do it cross-legged, and I will heal your injuries!"

Lu Yiping crossed his legs, glared at Yuan Xi and said, "Stinky boy, come a little later, see how you go to see my house!"