Chapter 211: The Emperor's Grace is Mighty

"Humph!"

The green-robed protector snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his palm slapped towards Zhao Haochen's body, and the terrifying power suddenly attacked from all directions, pressing on his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Haochen's slightly undulating body slammed into the ground in an instant, and there was a dull sound on the ground, and there was immediately a huge and indescribable pain all over his body, and his breathing became very difficult.

I don't know how many bones were broken, and the whole person was completely lying on the ground, unable to move anymore.

Broken bones, no matter how powerful a master is, he can't resist it.

Face down, in front of him was the blood-red earth, the solemn smell of blood hit his mind, the cold soil next to his delicate face, the unspeakable cold pierced his bone marrow, along the bone cracks like the sharpest blade, cutting his muscles inch by inch.

Lying on the ground, twitching in pain, his resolute face became distorted by the great pain, the cold wind howled, and the snowflakes mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his mouth, and the biting cold seemed to have found a new hormone, and suddenly it was like a bee seeing flowers and swarming in.

The two hall masters set up Zhao Haochen and dragged it very casually, and where he passed, a line of blood coagulated in the wind and snow.

Looking at Zhao Haochen's embarrassed appearance, Ji Chengkong was indescribably happy, his eyes were full of madness, and his sarcastic gaze seemed to kill Zhao Haochen thousands of times.

"Leaking the secrets of the Holy King's Palace, damn it!" the blue-robed protector said lightly, his eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't see any superfluous emotions, "However, it's still useful to keep you." ”

The green robe protector turned his words and looked at Ji Chengkong's body with interest, but this turn of time and back scared Ji Chengkong a lot.

He knelt on the ground in a panic, the sarcasm in his eyes completely replaced by horror, and kept pleading.

"Lord Dharma Protector spare your life, spare your life!"

Kowtowing like pounding garlic, his forehead touched the cold ground, making a "knock" sound.

The green-robed protector turned around and walked away, several other hall masters followed behind, and two hall masters dragged Zhao Haochen at will, the huge pain made him almost convulsive, sweat and blood wet his clothes, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead were almost condensed into solid lines, flowing down continuously.

Ji Chengkong followed cautiously behind him, not even thinking of running away, the sarcasm in his eyes before no longer existed, and suddenly he had an urge to die, maybe now for him, death is the happiest thing.

But......

In front of the Qingpao Protector, he knew that even death was a luxury.

Throne room.

The little emperor Murong Xun sat on the throne and got the news early, except for the head of the Ji family, Ji Chengkong, none of them lived, and Zhao Haochen was taken away by the people of the Holy King Palace, the situation was very miserable, and there was a danger of dying at any time.

Murong Xun couldn't be happier in his heart, the two major obstacles were finally cleared like this, and the court in the future would be the world of the emperor's family.

Although the strength of the imperial court will be greatly lost, even half of the country is its own world.

"I heard that Prime Minister Ji's family suffered misfortune yesterday and was destroyed in one fell swoop, my heart is very painful, Prime Minister Ji worked hard for the court, it can be said that he has worked hard and made great achievements, spread my will, and give him the title of Marquis of Prime Minister, I want the world to remember the great achievements of Prime Minister. ”

Murong Xun's face was full of smiles, but his tone was a little sad, and he said to the civil and military officials below.

A mountain shouted long live, and a wise voice of His Majesty spread throughout the palace.

"Misfortune is not a single line, Generalissimo Zhao Haochen also suffered misfortune at the same time, I heard of the sudden change, I was difficult to sleep and eat, the generalissimo was mighty as a young man, defended the country, made the four seas surrender, stable in all directions, and made countless great achievements, but he died young, passed on my will, mourned the whole country, and was named 'Dingwang', hereditary from generation to generation, and enjoyed dignity forever!"

Murong Xun sat on the throne, his voice was sad, and he gave orders again and again.

When all the princes and ministers heard Murong Xun's will, they were all greatly shocked in their hearts, just one king can be said to be the emperor's grace, and even more hereditary, which is simply to make the two of them favored.

If it is said that the marquis is given, it is understandable, but this king with a different surname has never been seen in the entire history of Dongyu Kingdom.

They only knew that Zhao Haochen was the minister who made Murong Xun ascend to the throne, and such treatment was enough to see that the emperor attached great importance to his own people, which was equivalent to telling the world in disguise that he was willing to recruit talents and broad-minded.

Sure enough, Murong Xun was crowned a marquis before, so that Prime Minister Ji Cheng would be infamous for 10,000 years, and the title of king was to let Zhao Haochen leave a name in history and show his emperor's great mind.

However, the two insiders, Commander Jin and Ma Tiancheng, felt a panic in their hearts, which is probably the emperor's mental technique.

The ministers of the humerus, although they are nominally the emperor's grace, but this is only for others to see, only they know that Zhao Haochen has long been dissatisfied with the emperor, and even privately transferred troops, Murong Xun secretly thought that he didn't know how many times he was angry about this matter, Zhao Haochen died, he should be the happiest one.

For a while, the two of them couldn't help but have a feeling of being a cunning rabbit and a dead lackey, and a faint melancholy shrouded in their hearts.

The little emperor glanced around, and when his gaze fell on the two of them, the two of them seemed to suddenly shudder coldly, and they didn't know when they would die under the blade of their master.

In a prison in the Holy King's Palace, Zhao Haochen was thrown here like a dead dog. Being able to be imprisoned in the inner prison of the Holy King Hall is enough to show that the Holy King Hall attaches great importance to Zhao Haochen.

The wounds on Zhao Haochen's body were still gushing outward, and the pain of broken bones all over his body made him groan.

The bones of his limbs were all broken, the cold ground stinged his skin, and he could only move his body with difficulty like a worm, and in the eyes of the people of the Holy King's Temple, he was so humble.

In the dim darkness of the cell, only a faint light filtered through the window, but it was a little glaring in the darkness.

He was left here as if he had been forgotten, with only cold guards, discarding some leftovers every day, the sour food was disgusting, and the bones in his arm were broken and he couldn't move at all.

Squirming, nibbling on the only clean steamed bun.

In the dark and cold prison, Zhao Haochen spent day after day alone and hard.

Is it life or death?

Who knows how the Temple of the Holy Kings will decide his fate?