Chapter 1532： Chapter 837

"You ... you son ..."

The emperor glared at Han Lingfu fiercely, holding the right hand of the opponent's wrist even harder, and seemed to want to vent his monstrous hatred, his face twisted like a ghost, "Come here, let's ..."

Han Lingfu was frightened, covering the emperor's nose and nose with his left hand, and said incoherently: "Father, you have misunderstood, son-son did not ... son-son did not ..."

He did not want to harm the father!

"Reverse ... 唔 ......"

Where could the emperor listen to this at this time, he was desperately struggling, his bloodshot eyes stared out, full of anger.

Han Lingfu has no doubt, as long as he let go, his father will put him to death!

Han Lingfu was confused.

What should he do? !!

Either you die or I die, he seems to have only one way to go ...

Han Lingfu's eyes gradually turned red, and his eyes were moist ...

The emperor seemed to feel something, struggling more, and Han Lingfu's forces were more powerful. With the help of physical strength, the emperor could not move ...

"Father Emperor ..." Why don't you listen to your sons and daughters explain it!

Han Lingfu looked sadly and helplessly at the emperor, feeling like he was standing on a wooden bridge over the abyss of the ten thousand feet, and the chilling wind came on, and there seemed to be an invisible force behind him stepping forward go……

Behind him are countless evil spirits sticking out a wrist from Huang Quan to drag him down. Only by walking forward can he find a glimmer of vitality.

No one knows about it, he can't get any stains on it, and he wants to be in that supreme position!

Once this incident is exposed, he is the villain who murdered the emperor, he will never have the original glory, and his life will never be possible again!

Do not! Do not! Do not!

Han Lingfu's eyes were getting more and more stubborn, more and more crazy, he did not confess his fate, he would not confess his fate!

No matter how many obstacles Fate has created in front of him, he will not confess his fate!

Han Ling tightened his arms subconsciously, and used more and more force ...

Unconsciously, the emperor's eyes gradually diminished, and the struggle was getting smaller and smaller, leaving only his feet still twitching slightly.

Death was getting closer and closer ...

Is he really going to die here, in the hands of his own son? !!

how come? !!

He is the Son of Heaven. He was ordered by Heaven. How could he be so dead!

The breathless emperor twisted like a fish thrown ashore until the last moment of suffocation ...

Thick darkness came over him ...

The emperor's eyes widened unwillingly, and finally he was motionless like a dead fish.

But Han Lingfu still clung to the emperor's nose and mouth for a long time ...

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and jumped up suddenly, and the emperor originally slid down the palm of his right wrist.

There was a dead silence in the room, and only the candlelight in the octagonal palace lamp was jumping.

Han Ling stared at the emperor on the dragon couch with imperturbation. The emperor's eyes were almost staring to the extreme, his pupils were dark, his face was pale, there was no blood-colored white, a symbol of death ...

Han Lingfu felt a chill in his heart, and could not help but cry: "Father Emperor ..."

The emperor did not respond and remained motionless.

Han Lingfu's eyes widened and he gasped violently.

"Huh ... huh ..."

After a while, he calmed down a little. He slowly leaned down, then slowly extended his left hand, his hand trembling like a sieve, and placed under the emperor's nose ...

Han Lingfu's complexion was instantly pale, like an emperor on a dragon couch. The father and son glared at each other, one life and one death.

He was sure the emperor was out of breath!

The emperor is gone!

Han Lingfu couldn't believe it, looking at his hands and the small porcelain pot in his right hand.

He personally killed his father!

This is the sin of your uncle and uncle.

"Huh ... huh ..."

Thinking of this, Han Lingfu issued another quick respite, and took a two-step retreat, his eyes fell on the emperor's body again, and his mouth murmured, "Father, I don't want to ..."

Yes, he didn't want to!

If Father Huang is willing to listen to him, if Father Huang is willing to take a step back, then how could things get to this point ...

He was forced, he was helpless!

Han Lingfu was panicked, and for a moment was at a loss, his chaotic brain couldn't think at all, and his own heartbeat sounded and gasped.

But in a flash, he was sweating all over, and the entire coat of his body was soaked, as if he had been taken out of the water.

There was a voice in his heart saying that he must be calm, he couldn't sit still ... he had to try to cause trouble!

There was a thick haze in his eyes, and it was getting darker and darker. Suddenly he thought of something, and there was a look in his eyes, strange and ruthless.

Then ... you can kill two birds with one stone!

Man is not for himself, and is destroyed by nature.

Some things are doomed to heaven, and no wonder he is.

In the room, the breathing gradually calmed down, footsteps sounded, and then fell into silence, silent, only the candlelight jumping.

A moment later, another sound of footsteps sounded, this time from outside the house, followed by the voice of a little waiter saluting.

The visitor answered, and continued to walk inside.

When the curtain was provoked from the outside, an old woman wearing a black auspicious and dark-skinned mule walked in unhurriedly, a pair of sharp eyes quickly looked around for a week, and then fell on the eyes of the dragon couch On the closed emperor.

The visitor is Yongyang.

Yong Yang frowned slightly, and the emperor was not alone to serve, but in recent years, the emperor's temper has become worse and worse, and his doubts have become heavier ...

"Emperor." Yong Yang called softly, his pace slowed down, wondering if the emperor was asleep or a tadpole.

The emperor on the dragon couch didn't move a bit and seemed to be asleep.

"The emperor ..." Wing Yang called again, walking closer, the sleeping emperor was less than two feet away from her.

The emperor's eyes were closed tightly and he did not move.

Is the emperor asleep? !!

Yong Yang hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should quit. But there was another voice in my heart that seemed to be wrong ...

After the Crown Prince ceremony, the emperor came to the Princess House and asked her to help protect Dayu Jiangshan, and she agreed ... for Dayu Jiangshan, for the Prince. In these days, to rebuild the military system, she entered the palace at this time every day to discuss with the emperor.

The emperor knew she was coming, how could she fall asleep? !!

I slept so peacefully.

This is not like an emperor!

Yongyang's brows were locked tighter, and she looked at the emperor's peaceful sleeping face, and her heart froze.

The emperor's face was too pale. He was pale and not angry, he looked like a puppet that lost his soul ...

Yong Yang had fought on the battlefield for many years, and she had seen tens of thousands of deaths ... She stared at the emperor's motionless nose, and a certain possibility emerged in her heart.

Could it be that……

Yongyang's pupils shrank.

For most of her life, she witnessed the demise of the former dynasty, witnessed the warlords and risen the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, witnessed the rise of Dayu, and witnessed Dayu step by step towards the abyss ...

The old man went away and left her alone.

She thought that she had trained Taishan before the same, but now she had to be moved by the conjecture in her heart.

Yongyang walked towards the emperor step by step, but it was almost difficult, but he walked firmly to the dragon couch.

In just a few steps, she had confirmed the guess in her mind.

The emperor is gone!

Wing Yang can determine this without testing the emperor's breath or pulse.

Yong Yang looked at the emperor on the dragon couch, and his heart was full of complex emotions.

Her nephew, the second emperor of Dayu, went so silently ...

Yong Yang stood still, she didn't even know what the mood was, and her mind was mixed ...

Xu Xun, Yong Yang calmed down a little, his thoughts turned quickly.

How could the emperor suddenly die? !!

As far as she knows, the emperor's recent condition is fairly stable, unless he has a sudden stroke after a huge stimulus ... but there is no one here.

The emperor died, and the only living person in the house was her!

Yong Yang became more and more wrong, and his heart sank.

As if verifying the ominousness in her heart, the messy footsteps and conversations of several people came from outside the palace.

"The prince is really filial piety, and he decocts the emperor personally." Father Gong Liu complimented with a grin. "The emperor also said that the emperor's dragons are very good."

"Hundred good filial piety comes first, and the health of the father's dragon is the blessing of Dayu." Han Ling said warmly.

Then came the salute of the little housekeeper: "See King Gong County, Grand Duke Liu. His Royal Highness Princess Yongyang has just arrived ..."

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. With a sound of curtains, Han Lingfu and Grandpa Liu came in front and back. Naturally, they saw the emperor and Yongyang on the couch at a glance.

"Aunt grandma ..." Han Lingfu's gaze looked at the emperor on the bed from Yongyang. If nothing happened, "Is the father emperor asleep?"

He came over holding the hot medicine bowl, and went all the way to the couch ...

Then he seemed to have found something, and his body trembled.

"Father Emperor!"

The hissing shouts sounded. At almost the same time, the celadon bowl in Han Lingfu's hands fell straight down, only to hear the sound of "咚". The celadon bowl fell to pieces on the cold and hard ground. The film splattered.

A messy place also stained Han Lingfu and Yong Yang's clothes ...

Rumble!

There was a continuous muffled thunder from outside. The thunder and lightning in the sky flashed in the layers of clouds. The imperial palace, the chapel, the king and even Dayu were about to usher in another storm of storm. to.

Under the nest, I have finished eggs!

The storm of the capital is approaching, and the wind and sunshine of Yuzhou, hundreds of miles away, have a strong sense of autumn.

Sanqian Youqiying headed south all the way, where it passed, attracted the shaking of the state capital, those local officials could not wait all day long, and only hoped that these plague gods from south Xinjiang hurried back to south Xinjiang.

In this regard, Xiao Yi and the official language Baiman don't care, you should hurry on the way, rest on the break, and eat on the meal ...

At noon on this day, a group of people happened to pass by a small town, and Xiao Yi simply let the Yuqi camp stand by for a few miles outside the town, and entered the town with himself and Mandarin.

The two were wearing light robes. At first glance, they were like two brothers playing in the mountains and rivers. Their grace and grace attracted a lot of curious eyes in the town.

Both youths are accustomed to be the focus of the crowd, both are at ease.

Although the town is small, it is quite prosperous. There are many restaurants and shops along the streets of the town.

Xiao Yi looked around, and was planning to pick a restaurant casually, and then listened to Guan Yubai's suggestion: "A Yi, this is the No. 1 champion."

Looking along Guan Yubai's eyes, I saw a small wine shop a few feet away. The red wine goblet fluttered in the wind.

Xiao Yi always does not pick his mouth, it is good to have meat. He directly agreed with his actions, and let His Majesty's Wuyun step on the snow and walk towards the liquor store for a few steps.

Guan Yubai followed closely. He pulled the rope in his left hand, stopped the horse leisurely, and rolled down. The smooth and flexible movement could not see him as a right-handed person a few months ago.

Although this small restaurant named "Zuanyuandi" is small, its business is good. It is swept away from the door, and the restaurant is full of seats.

"The two guest officers are good!" Xiao Er greeted him warmly. "There is no seat inside, I don't know if the two would sit outside ..." Then he looked apologetically at the restaurant outside. Bamboo shed, bamboo shed with seven or eight tables underneath, it is quite empty.

The two youths glanced at each other, and picked up a nearby table and sat down. Xiao Er saw this and smiled even more diligently. He helped tie the two horses aside and introduced their special dishes again. .

After ordering, Xiao Er retreated, leaving Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai alone, but also quiet.

The two drank tea slowly, and Guan Yubai looked up at the wine bark that was showing up in the wind, and suddenly said: "Ai, I plan to let Huang and Tai come to southern Xinjiang ..."

This time, Xiao Yi also looked at the three characters on the wine bar—the first champion.

That champion champion! Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, showing a touch of expectation.

Although Xiao Yi has never seen him in Guanyubaikou, he has long been known for his name ... This person has quite a style of his own generation, which is in line with his appetite!

Guan Yubai continued: "Although Huang Hetai is young and has a bit of madness, the governing council is still a little capable ... by then, the burden on Nanliang can be lightened."

Xiao Yi raised his lips and smiled and played with the tea cup in his hand, and said, "Xiao Bai, this way General Tian can finally come back." He said, there was a touch of slyness in his smile. A few times. "

If you can say that you can cry and drive crazy, a military general is probably the internal affairs of the people!

It's not just Fu Yunhe and Tian He, and others in the army are now almost obsessed by the wind, and they can only avoid it.

Xiao Yi knew this, and Guan Yubai certainly knew it. It was inevitable that there was more helplessness between the descriptions, and the two exchanged a look.

This is the biggest problem before them. They are short of staff!

The knuckles in Guanyubai's left hand moved gently on the table.

Huang Hetai stayed in Wangdu, but he was just a small Hanlin. It was better to put him in Nanliang to show his strengths.

The official language narrowed his eyes, and said slowly: "Ai Yi, now that the southern border has been settled, if you want Anbang to prosper, not only the generals, but also the ministers, but the scholars have a little bit of self-assertion ..."

No one asked in the cold window for ten years, and he became famous all over the world.

The Confucian classics learned by the scholars are loyalty to the king, and they want goods and the emperor's house. They only think that the Zhennan palace is a chaotic thief, and for the sake of their own name, I am afraid they will not be willing to trust.

The good thing is that the scholar is aloof, and the unpleasant point is the fool's loyalty.

Even if Nanjiang did not voluntarily break away from Dayu, even if the emperor first ordered to slay the vassals, these generals and civilians were sufficient to appease southern Xinjiang, but they were not enough to subdue those loyal readers.

It seems that nowadays, the southern Xinjiang needs the Wenchen most!

What Xiao Yi thought of, a beautiful light flashed in the beautiful peach blossom eyes. This time is different from the past. Now the confrontation between Nanjiang and Dayu has been put on the table. In fact, they still have someone to rescue them.

At this moment, a sharp horseshoe sound came from the direction of Zhenzikou, Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai looked around in unison.

I saw two knights coming, one was a young rider in a black armor, and the other was a young man in a gray robe. The hoof hoisted, and the anxiety in the heart came with the rapid hoof sound. .

Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai sank in their hearts. Is something wrong? !!

The two knights immediately noticed Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai under the bamboo shed, and the targets came swiftly, and they dismissed the ceremony.

Xu Xiaowei of You Riding Camp hugged his fist and said, "Every son of the world, Hou Ye, Wang will report!"

Xu Xiaowei, dressed in the battle armor of the South Xinjiang Army, was so eye-catching that many passers-by stopped at once, and more and more curious eyes turned to this small wine restaurant.

The gray robe youth arrived from the capital day and night, and had not rested for many days. It looked exhausted, but still insisted, "The son of the world, Lord Hou, the emperor has fallen!"

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