After taking the people out, Gong Juren glanced at Sun Diaosi and said, "Sun Diaosi, according to the Prime Minister's wishes, Your Majesty will be my place to serve you in the future. Sun Diaosi has worked hard and made great contributions, so go and enjoy the blessings."

After saying that, he said to someone behind him: "Go and take Sun Diaosi to meet Zhao Diaosi. Zhao Diaosi really wants to talk about the past with Hou Diaosi."

After the man was dragging his legs and his weak Sun Diaosi left, Gong Juren ordered four people to wait outside, and he took people to the Empress Dowager's bedroom.

Sima Wende trembled and grabbed the short sword that Gong Juren threw over, and gently pulled it out, revealing half of the sword body.

The sword light shook, his hands trembled, and the short sword fell to the ground, falling onto the blood of his father.

Looking down at the pool of blood, Sima Wende couldn't help but thrust his waist and kicked back a few times, but he stepped on the blood. His soles slipped, and he fell on the wide imperial throne.

Sima Wende rubbed his arms, his legs, and half lying on the chair, and began to whimper quietly again.

With a "puff", someone was chuckling.

Sima Wende was so scared that he was shocked and stood up to look around privately, full of vigilance.

"Your Majesty, look here, here!"

Sima Wende moved in search of the sound and raised his head to look at the roof.

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

Seeing a stranger suddenly appearing in the house, Sima Wende stood up in shock, picked up the blood-stained short sword, crossed it in front of him, looked nervously at the top of his head, and forgot to shout.

Even if he shouts, what can he do? His father was just forced to die in front of him. Who else can he trust in this huge palace?

The man on the roof moved and had already floated down. He squatted on the desk table. He grabbed a brush and tapped the table gently to look at Sima Wende and said, "Don't your Majesty want to kill himself? Why can't you even pull the sword?"

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

Sitting on the ground, he murmured, "Why? Your father was forced to death by you, can't I let me go?"

The man looked puzzled and asked, "What does Your Majesty mean? Your Majesty wants to commit suicide, but no one forces you. Didn't Your Majesty hear the words of that father-in-law just now? If you die, they will all die. If you trade your Majesty's life for the lives of eighteen people, it will be profitable no matter how you calculate it. You can still avenge the Supreme Emperor, why not do it?"

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

The man jumped off the desk, as if he was afraid of blood on his feet. He jumped a little further and was standing beside Sima Wende.

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

He stared at the man and asked, "Is it Yuan Shixin who took you to photograph? I don't want to die inexplicably."

The man smiled and said, "Your Majesty is really wise. You can guess it. Then your Majesty can guess again. Why did the Prime Minister arrange for me to appear?"

Seeing that the man did not deny it, Sima Wende smiled. Yuan Shixin was indeed very cunning and said that he would not do the ruthlessness of the ruthlessness, but sent someone to assassinate him. Why do you have to do this?

If the world is full of him, Yuan Shixin, how should he write historical books? Isn’t it still the way he wants to write them?

If you really become a prostitute, you have to set up a archway.

After thinking it through, he felt relieved. He was a little dead, so he should die hard.

After saying that, he turned around and turned his back to the man and said, "It's over, then come on!"

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

This is a dragon ass, and I can brag about it with my senior brother for a long time in the future.

He turned his head and looked at the imperial throne in the imperial study room, and wanted to sit on it and give it a try.

Unfortunately, he dared not.

If he had to choose one of the things about kicking the dragon ass and sitting on the dragon throne, he would rather choose to kick the dragon ass. Anyway, the little emperor in front of him would soon be no longer the little emperor.

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

What does senior brother kick his junior brother?

It's natural.

He likes to be kicked by his senior brother, but unfortunately, his senior brother stopped fighting for him after he grew up.

After the second senior brother married the third senior brother, the eldest senior brother said even less.

He knew that the eldest brother liked the third elder sister.

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

He has never liked girls, and he doesn't know what kind of feeling the eldest 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 and cut, hurry up and do it, why do you look like a eunuch? The girl chirped!"

When Sima Wende, who was so scared of death, said this to himself, the man glared at him and said angrily: "Who do you think is like a eunuch? This is the first time I have seen someone seeking death like this."

Sima Wende also took the initiative and glared and said, "I really don't know where Yuan Shixin found you. Do you want to show your martial arts in front of me? Is it that I feel timid and play the trick of catching rats? Coincidentally, my husband is the best master in the world. I have never seen anything? How could I be scared by you? If you don't do it again, I will go out."

When the little emperor mentioned the emperor's guru, the man smiled and asked, "The world's number one master? That's really amazing, but I don't know how much His Majesty has learned?"

Sima Wende snorted and said, "As the emperor, how can I learn these things? I believe you have also heard of the great reputation of the national master. If it weren't for the whereabouts of the national master now, my palace wouldn't allow you, a bunch of villains, to go wild!"

The man was silent for a moment and didn't say anything.

Sima Wende sneered, "What? Are you scared?"

The man raised his head and asked, "Your Majesty, the national magistrate suddenly left without saying goodbye. Have you ever hated him?"

When Sima Wende was stunned when he heard the person in front of him suddenly asked this question.

After thinking about it carefully, after the national teacher suddenly disappeared, he had never felt any resentment in his heart except for worry.

After pondering for a moment, Sima Wende looked up at the person in front of him, sneered behind his hands, and said, "Okay, I understand. So that's it. No wonder you are not in a hurry to kill me. No wonder someone started to impeach the national rank today. Yuan Shixin made a good plan. He asked me to pour a basin of dirty water on the national rank, and then seized my throne. In the future, the national rank will be rehabilitated and given me an eternal infamy."

The man suddenly smiled, looked at Sima Wende and asked, "Your Majesty is really thinking, why didn't you think I was sent by the National Master?"

Sima Wende was stunned for a moment.

The man bowed slightly to Sima Wende and whispered: "Fourth disciple of the National Master, Chen Fang had seen His Majesty a long time ago."

Sima Wende shook slightly, took a step back, and said skeptically: "Are you saying you are a disciple of the National Master? Did he send you to save me?"

Chen Fang nodded early and then said, "Strictly speaking, it is to protect Your Majesty for the time being. As long as Your Majesty is still the emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty, I will hide in this palace to protect you."

Thinking of what happened just now, Sima Wende shook his head and murmured: "It's impossible, you can't be a disciple of the national master. You are lying to me. I watched my father leave, but you didn't take any action. Don't lie to me."

Chen Fangzao shook his head and sighed: "Your Majesty, Master has his life and can only save you. As for the Supreme Emperor, Master said that life and death are destined, I hope Your Majesty can understand it."

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

Chen Fang nodded early and then said, "Your Majesty, then Yuan Shixin will definitely not let you go like this. My master can't guess what he wants to do. If I secretly take you out of the palace now, then Yuan Shixin will naturally sit on the dragon throne and blame my master for the disappearance of Your Majesty. Therefore, Your Majesty still needs to endure it in the palace for some time."

Sima Wende remembered his grandmother and was about to continue speaking, Chen Fangzao made a ban on voice and whispered: "Someone is coming, Your Majesty must be more careful."

After saying that, he jumped.

At this time, the door opened.

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There was a slight "bang" sound,

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

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 without saying a word.

Lu Yiping suffered a loss of darkness.

The long sword in his hand was taken away by Jia Nanfeng, which was a worse injury for him to have less skills than Jia Nanfeng and Lu Yiping.

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

After a crisp sound, the sword broke into several sections and scattered on the ground.

He threw the bare hilt on the ground casually, and Jia Nanfeng waved his palm forward.

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

Holding his chest, Lu Yiping coughed and he came out with a mouthful of blood.

Jia Nanfeng looked around.

Lu Yiping is waiting for Yuan Xi to arrive, why isn’t he the same?

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

With his body flashing, he dodged the stones flying over, Jia Nanfeng glanced at several broken swords, swung his sleeves, and several short swords flew towards Lu Yiping.

Then he flew towards the direction of the horse tied up, and several ups and downs fell on the horse and galloped towards Ziyang City.

Lu Yiping turned over and rolled over, but he did not avoid all the broken swords. Seeing that he was about to get hit by the sword on his back, a stone flew over, and he could only hear a "pop" from his back and knock it down.

Yuanxi quickly flew to Lu Yiping, helped Lu Yiping up and asked anxiously, "Uncle Lu, how are you?"

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

Yuanxi saw Jia Nanfeng flying on his horse, and wanted to get up and chase him, but was pulled by Lu Yiping.

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

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