Chapter 133: Initial Assumption of Power

At Zhao Haochen's suggestion, the little emperor Murong Xun didn't care, and casually threw him a token to act cheaply. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The token is made of black iron, the whole body is jet black, but the front center is engraved with the word "imperial envoy" in gold, and the dark back is hot with a pattern, spreading its wings and eagles, lifelike, as if to fly over nine days, especially the two eyes are very sharp, looking ahead.

Zhao Haochen nodded, it seemed that Murong Xun was going to tell everyone that Zhao Haochen was his person.

Murong Xun turned around and walked into the chamber, he didn't care about this token, not to mention how long this token had not been used, many people had forgotten his function, and besides, the dictatorship of the regent, even the little emperor was struggling, not to mention one of his mere messengers.

Casually put the token in his arms, with an expression of asking for more care when he first arrived, he went to the palace to hang around.

Along the way, some of the palace maids and eunuchs I met were all flattering, but more of them had cold faces, and they didn't care about these Zhao Haochen at all.

But in the past few days, Zhao Haochen finally discovered something. Although these eunuchs and palace maids are very diligent, they also have an important responsibility, that is, to monitor the little emperor's every move, and they will pass on the news every other hour.

For these, Zhao Haochen felt very uncomfortable, his every move was under the control of others, no wonder the little emperor's situation was getting more and more difficult.

The day before, he had summoned all the palace maids and eunuchs to come and speak, but there was a little obstacle.

A bunch of old qualified eunuchs and palace maids are mixed together, and it can't be said that they didn't give face, after all, did they come, but the shelf is a bit big.

After a few people came, they didn't seem to see Zhao Haochen sitting in the center of the main hall, but took him as air, and sat on the chair next to him with a grin, and some new newcomers were waiting on the side, serving tea and pouring water, peeling and sending fruits, looking like the boss and your second.

After all, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy suddenly came, and he took the imperial envoy token to the neck of himself and others, and he must have felt uncomfortable.

The long sword in Zhao Haochen's hand was unsheathed, and the cold air forced people to directly behead the most Maipu eunuch, and all the eunuchs and palace maids were respectful, waiting for the master's lecture.

Zhao Haochen's method is very cheap, but first the threat of force, plus some pyramid schemes and similar methods in the middle, and then money. According to the eunuch palace maid's greed for money, Zhao Haochen easily turned these people into his own people, and as for the information sent out every day, he had to show him first, and then send it out.

Although this cannot be completely shielded from the diet and daily life of the little emperor, it is at least a good start.

The palace maids and eunuchs have all been done, but it is not safe in this dormitory, because there are still guards on duty, and he does not believe that there is no regent among these guards.

For these guards who know martial arts, Zhao Haochen's method of dealing with eunuchs and palace maids is obviously useless, but Zhao Haochen has a huge advantage, that is, the source of intelligence - Tianji Pavilion.

After a period of development, the intelligence of Tianji Pavilion has covered the entire huge Huajing City.

In the main hall, the two leaders of the guards sat on chairs, but one of the chairs was located in the center of the main hall. The rest of the guards were also a group of guards with their heads drooped and listless, drunk, disheveled, crooked, and even some of them had a strong smell of alcohol and hormones.

Zhao Haochen glanced at it, frowned, and walked steadily to the center, before he could speak, the head of the guard sitting at the top was full of displeasure, tilted his head, and had already opened his mouth to reprimand him.

"Who are you, why are you late, Lao Tzu came earlier than you, can you be guilty?" The first person was almost lying on the chair lazily, drunk with the smell of alcohol.

An icy cold aura burst out from Zhao Haochen's body, a sharp sword intent surrounded him, and the cold voice was like a call from death, "Roll down from above for me!"

The man shuddered, and involuntarily felt a fear in his heart, but he also reluctantly walked down.

"Dong" kicked this person in the chest, and with a muffled snort, the leader rolled over a few times in a row, rolled out four or five meters, and hit the pillar of the main hall, which stopped the trend.

With a mouthful of blood gushing up from his throat, he only felt a dizziness in front of him, and when he was about to faint, Zhao Haochen raised his foot and crushed his right hand fiercely, and the severe pain made him suddenly wake up.

"Rabbit cub, what the fuck are you, do you know that my aunt is the current queen mother, the little emperor Murong Xun is my brother, and I am the regent prince's person, you have eaten the gall of the ambitious leopard, see if I don't let someone kill you!"

Zhao Haochen's expression was indifferent, quietly waiting for him to finish speaking, and then his right hand suddenly came out of his palm, and he greeted him more than a dozen times on his face one after another.

This leader is usually excessive, and he relies on the queen mother, who has no worries about food and clothing, and has obtained the identity of a guard leader in the palace, and even takes a penny of the regent, and his small life is comfortable, and his martial arts are naturally abandoned by him.

Zhao Haochen's move, he really had no power to parry, he could only be beaten passively, but when he sold, for a while, the hall was flickering with cold, and dozens of blades behind him stood brightly, surprisingly, there was not the slightest cold and killing aura.

Turning his head, Zhao Haochen saw that the guard's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and as he stepped forward step by step, these people slowly retreated.

With a sneer, he turned around and sat on the first place in the center, his cold eyes scanned the surroundings, "All stand!"

It's cold, it's cold, that's how these guards feel.

These people are just some walking corpses, otherwise they would not have been sent to serve the little emperor's bedroom.

Looking at the sharpness of Zhao Haochen's shots, thinking about the moves of himself and others on weekdays, they are tantamount to the fierce fighting of hooligans in the market, and they don't reflect the demeanor that a big internal guard should have, they know that they are not his opponents no matter what.

More than a dozen people were silent, obediently bowing their heads and standing respectfully aside, even the head of the guard who claimed to be the nephew of the Queen Mother ignored his injuries and stood in the corner on the side, waiting for Zhao Haochen's lecture, but he had scolded Zhao Haochen thousands of times in his heart, and waited for him to complain to his aunt as soon as he left here.