Chapter 187: The dark tide is surging

A young man, fourteen or fifteen years old, yawned and walked in lazily from outside, and it was this white-robed young man who interrupted the voice of the eunuch in front of the palace, without a trace of respect and fear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Golden Palace does not seem to put the civil and military ministers of the full hall in the eyes at all, let alone the emperor Murong Xun sitting at the head of the palace, in his eyes, he is uninhibited and does his own thing.

He also carried a blood-stained sword at his waist, and in this way, he walked into the power center of Dongyu Kingdom.

This teenager is none other than Zhao Haochen.

"Bold Zhao Haochen, take the blood-stained blade, are you going to rebel?" It was Prime Minister Ji Yuanhao who spoke, a smug smile flashed on his face, and Zhao Haochen's approach just gave him an excuse.

Dongyu has long had a ban, except for the guards in the Jinluan Palace, no one is allowed to carry weapons to the palace, otherwise they will be punished as rebellion.

What's more, the long sword on Zhao Haochen's waist was still stained with blood, which was even more unlucky here.

Ji Yuanhao didn't give Zhao Haochen a chance to argue at all, and directly ordered to arrest people, "Come on, take it!"

The soldiers who swarmed in had already been arranged, and with the orders of their superiors, they were naturally fearless, and this was a good time to make meritorious contributions.

The two soldiers stepped forward to arrest Zhao Haochen, but a trace of mockery flashed on his face, and in the blink of an eye, the two heads flew up drippingly, and the blood immediately stained the hall red.

"If you commit the following crimes, you should be killed!" A cold voice spit out from Zhao Haochen's mouth, and his cold face turned to Ji Yuanhao, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and he was cold and fierce.

Ji Yuanhao felt that his heart was filled with a sea of blood for a moment, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him, a young man holding a long sword in his hand, turned his head to look at him, cold and ruthless, and his cold eyes made him feel like falling into the abyss.

Compared to him, the others are obviously much better, after all, Zhao Haochen didn't deliberately target them, in their eyes, Zhao Haochen is a killing god.

I saw that his lips opened slightly, "Without being summoned, you broke into the Golden Palace without permission, and you should be killed!"

Everyone only felt the sword in front of them shaking, and in a few breaths, the heart-rending screams filled the main hall, and the blood on the golden hall was soaked, and the thick bloody breath made some weak civil officials vomit directly, but no one dared to move their feet and leave without permission.

Dozens of arms on the ground lay silently on the ground, and several sergeants who broke in, each with an arm cut off.

"If you are instigated, cut off your arm first as a punishment!"

Zhao Haochen's cold voice still has a hint of childishness, but is he really still a teenager?

Demons!

What is the evaluation of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military on him.

"The ministers see Your Majesty, the ministers are late, and please punish Your Majesty!"

Zhao Haochen turned around and saluted the first little emperor with a fist.

The little emperor Murong Xun stared blankly at the blood in the hall, his eyes were dull, he was completely frightened, he didn't notice that Zhao Haochen was saluting him, Zhao Haochen raised his voice and repeated.

The little emperor suddenly made a clever move, and then he woke up and set his eyes on this initiator, afraid, afraid, this is Murong Yang's heart at this moment.

"Love--Aiqing, exempt--exempt--Murong Yang on the throne was extremely uncomfortable, trying to maintain his composure, but those two legs were still shaking violently, and he shrank and said, unconsciously, he felt a damp heat under his crotch, and a smell of urine passed into his nostrils, and when he looked down, he found that he was actually scared to pee his pants, a little embarrassed, and more afraid.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what is the matter with Xuan Weichen coming?" Zhao Haochen was light, as if nothing had happened.

The civil and military ministers in the hall were silent, and the silent needle drop could be heard, and the little emperor Murong Xun's head was swollen, and he didn't know what Zhao Haochen was talking about, he was able to sit here, just with this instinct, more importantly, his whole body seemed to be stiff, and it was difficult to move a bit, and even his mouth seemed to be sealed, and he was confused in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Your Majesty must be a little tired, so I'll just stabilize the Prime Minister. Zhao Haochen's eyes fell on Ji Yuanhao, faintly expressionless, it was difficult to see anything from it, if he had to say it, it was just a trace of curiosity.

"Your Excellency has every opportunity, presumably this time Your Majesty urgently summoned Ben Shuai to come, the Prime Minister must know, and please let me know, so that I can have an explanation with Your Majesty and the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs in the palace, right?"

Zhao Haochen's attitude made Ji Yuanhao's heart even more bottomless, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he kept cursing in his heart: Why hasn't that damn guy come yet, does he want to kill himself?

"This ...... This one...... Your Majesty's meaning, how do I know?" Prime Minister Ji Yuanhao tried his best to make himself look not so nervous, and his face would return to calm in the blink of an eye, after all, the Ji family, one of the eight great families, had a high-level martial arts cultivation, and his momentum was still sensed.

"Oh, you don't know?" Zhao Haochen's face was full of a hint of playfulness, and he walked towards Ji Yuanhao's direction step by step, with each step, the momentum on his body increased by one point, until he came to Ji Yuanhao's face, the prime minister's face was pale, and there was a fear in his eyes.

"The Prime Minister really doesn't know, I'll ask one last time, you know, my endurance is limited!" The power of the emperor oppressed Ji Yuanhao, this power is the real emperor, but it is not the kind of obscenity of the little emperor Murong Xun, one word to judge life and death, one hand to hold the world, this is the emperor, this is the power of the emperor.

Zhao Haochen is exactly this kind of might.

For a while, the eyes of the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu looking at Zhao Haochen changed, this is the emperor, with the four seas in his mind, looking at the world, he couldn't help but want to surrender, wanted to kneel, and even Murong Xun, who was sitting on the throne, was born with a feeling of self-pity, and he was more pious in his heart.

Ji Yuanhao's knees kept bending, slowly descending, and there was a tendency to kneel, but at this moment, a celebrity-like momentum stirred up this momentum.

A general's waist and crotch steel knife, majestic and majestic, to stand here, giving people a kind of heavy like a towering mountain, as if thousands of soldiers and horses can not resist his momentum.

Calm in the heavy, ruthless in the cold.

"Tie Niu, you can be regarded as coming, if you are one step late, I will be scared to death!" Prime Minister Ji Yuanhao clutched his chest and gasped for breath, the pressure Zhao Haochen gave him just now scared him half to death.

Zhao Haochen set his eyes on this man named Tie Niu.