Chapter 475 I sit on the dragon chair, you sit on my arms
Rumble...
Crack...
The entire Kyoto city is filled with biting dampness and cold.
The heavy rain washed away the blood on the ground and also washed a dead body with or without a head. On Fuzheng Street, the corpse of the Tiger Guard almost blocked the intersection. Bloody water accumulated on the broken stone road due to the battle, and the smell of blood on the ground carried with it waves.
Because of the previous battle, the masters trampled on the tiles of many private houses. When the man living in the yard next to him heard that there was no movement outside, he couldn't stand the life in Shuiliandong. He climbed up the wall with a spare blue tile and tore it apart like a ray of light. On a rainy night, with the short-term light cut off, I saw the hideous corpses on the street, with pale faces, wide eyes, severed necks and tilted heads with a trace of flesh on them. I was so frightened that they fell back to the yard with a thud. , broke his leg.
The long corridors inside and outside the palace have been cleared, and rainwater mixed with blood flows along the drainage channels into the distance. Except for Lin Wan'er, who was wrapped in a thick blanket and was being held by an umbrella, pat, pat, step. The man in black, who was walking on the water, carried him into the Tai Chi Hall. Fan Ruoruo and Ye Ling'er were dragged along by the back collars of their wedding dresses.
My hair was soaked, my makeup was stained, one of my red shoes was missing, and water was oozing out from all over my body.
They didn't know what happened until they saw the bodies of the guards, red knights and eunuchs on both sides of the steps, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
This is not a battle to defend the Chu Mansion, this is a battle to destroy the country.
The winner is stepping on the corpses of Li Yunqian's supporters step by step to ascend the dragon throne that symbolizes power.
Crack.
Crack.
The two of them were thrown on the cold ground in the hall like dead dogs.
Fan Ruoruo raised his head and saw Fan Xian without an arm, and the blood dyed the gauze used for bandage red.
"Brother!"
"Ruoruo..."
Fan Xian opened his eyes slightly and called out weakly.
She got up from the ground and stood up to rush forward. However, she was gently grabbed by a hand stretched out from nowhere. She turned over and fell down. It was difficult to get up for a moment.
Ye Ling'er wanted to be calmer. She saw Chen Pingping without her hands, Yan Ruohai and his son with swords on their necks, kneeling down with their heads down, Deng Ziyue who was still staring at death, and a man with a Chinese character face and a The man with a beard and wearing Northern Qi's characteristic armor kicked out Deng Ziyue's body with a look of disgust on his face, and then shook off the blood on his sword.
"Tan Wu."
"My subordinates are here, pick two people from the surrendered Ouchi guards to lead the way, and take the sword guards to this man's home. The whole family, young and old, as long as they can breathe... they will be killed. . ”
“Yes.”
A man full of evil spirits rushed out of the hall and disappeared into the heavy rain that showed no signs of stopping.
"Didn't he just scold you? Isn't it too cruel to do this?"
Ye Ling'er looked towards the source of the sound and saw that it was Xin Qiwu, the Minister of Rites, who had not been abused. He was sitting on the chair that only Lin Ruofu had the right to sit in the past. Next to him were a group of ferocious killers from the Qi State.
"What? Do you have any objections?"
Uesugi Tiger's eyes widened, Xin Qiwu's anus tightened in fright, and his whole body trembled: "Don't dare, don't dare..."< br>
“Hmph, if we hadn’t saved you, you would have been wiped out by him and the people from the Overwatch Council long ago.”
Uesugi Tiger pointed at Yan Bingyun and said, “Now you But plead for them? Humph, I really don’t understand why Chu Pingsheng cares about the life and death of people like you.”
Xin Qiwu looked at Yan Bingyun's face, then at Yan Ruohai's face, and knew that what the Qi Army God said was true.
"Your Supervisory Yuan... is so ruthless."
Yan Bingyun snorted coldly: "Everyone can find and punish traitorous ministers and traitors."
Traitorous ministers Thief?
He?
Xin Qiwu felt that Yan Bingyun used this adjective to praise himself too much.
At this moment, I heard a burst of chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor. Sean held a knife in his left hand and a man in a cloak in his right hand walked into the Tai Chi Hall, followed by the prince Li Chengqian and the second prince. Li Chengze.
Poof!
The man was kicked in the butt by him, and he fell beside Ye Ling'er and Fan Ruoruo.
The two women took a closer look and saw that the one-armed man with dark eye shadow, raised eyeliner, and sinister priest uniform was none other than their Qing Kingdom Emperor Li Yunqian.
As soon as Xin Qiwu's legs went weak, he was about to slip out of the chair and kowtow to the emperor. The deputy commander of the Sword Guards, Jiuyueba, pushed him back. He smiled obscenely at the murderous face and had no choice but to give up.
Lin Waner, who was put on the seat by the man in black and untied the wet blanket, had disheveled hair and a pale face as she looked at the two princes with expressionless faces.
"Second brother, third brother..."
She couldn't understand that Li Yunqian was treated like this by the Qi people. As sons, Li Chengqian and Li Chengze were actually indifferent. It seemed...those Qi people were their friends.
On the way to the palace, Yan Bingyun heard Yan Ruohai talk about the Qi sword guards hiding in Prince Duan's palace. When he saw the two princes, he spat with disdain.
"Bah! Traitor! Disobedience, betrayal of the country, betrayal of the country! Worse than a pig or a dog!"
Li Chengqian stood under the high platform where the dragon chair was placed, looking at his nose and heart. As if he didn't hear anything, Li Chengze folded his sleeves with his hands. , looked at Chen Pingping's severed hand and Fan Xian's broken arm with high spirits, and said with a smile: "Who is the traitor will be decided after tonight."
"You!"
Yan Bingyun was not a fool. Thinking of Chu Pingsheng's actions in Northern Qi, he suddenly became indignant, held his head high and said, "History will restore my innocence."
Li Chengqian took his hand out of his sleeves and patted him on the shoulder. : "History is written by the victors."
"Fan Xian, you...why! Ahem..."
"Wan'er!"
The exclamation from behind interrupted the conversation between the two. Li Chengze turned around and saw that it was Lin Waner. Seeing Fan Xian without his right arm, he was so excited that he vomited blood again.
The man in black at the back took out a white porcelain bottle and wanted to feed her the elixir. Hearing Uesugi Tiger snort coldly, he put the white porcelain bottle back into his arms and just held Lin Wan'er down hard to prevent her from letting her go. Move around.
"Ah..." At this time, the eldest princess yawned and walked in from the outside accompanied by the female officers Wan Qiu and Yan Xiaoyi.
Wearing a gorgeous crown dress, a golden phoenix hairpin on her head, rosy lips, and jade powder, she walked into the Tai Chi Hall radiantly with the scent of rose water, and did not look at anyone who was panting violently. Lin Wan'er didn't look at Fan Xian's miserable end. She walked straight to Li Yunqian who didn't dare to move lightly because if he moved lightly he would enjoy a wave of ice and fire. He couldn't even commit suicide. She stretched out her white jade hand and touched him. With a smile on his face, he said: "Brother, it should be okay for me to sit on your dragon chair, right?"
After saying that, he stood up, dragged his long skirt up the steps step by step, and walked I sat down on the dragon chair that symbolized the highest power of the Qing Kingdom. I turned to the left. I felt bad, so I changed it to the right. My jade body leaned against the back of the chair, lightly touching the armrests, and I was half-lying on it. I felt like a royal concubine. Lying high, you welcome the lazy style of your own emperor.
Crack.
Crack.
Snap.
There was the sound of soaked shoes slapping the ground outside.
As they approached the entrance of the hall, Ye Ling'er, Fan Ruoruo, Xin Qiwu and others turned their attention away from Li Yunrui and behind them.
A flash of light hung from the south of the sky, illuminating the visitor's lost face.
The soaked young man was carrying a corpse behind him and another corpse under his arm. He walked into the Tai Chi Hall and looked around blankly.
The people inside were also looking at him—Wang Xi, the youngest person from Dongyi City and the thirteenth among the disciples of Sigu Sword.
Li Yunqian's heart dropped completely when he saw the dressing of the two corpses.
"Grandpa..."
Ye Ling'er rushed over, hugged Ye Liuyun's body with a broken arm and cried bitterly. Ye Liuyun's death meant that the Ye family's sky... collapsed. .
“What are you?!”
Wang Xi and others went from the palace to the Chu Mansion to collect the body and return to the city. Naturally, his first choice was to go back to the back hall of Tai Chi Hall to see Li Yunqian. Although he found that something was very wrong on the way, he had no choice. When he entered the palace and saw that the front hall was bright and the back hall was dark, he didn't think much about it and entered the hall with the two corpses of the great master. Li Yunqian, who became a prisoner, suddenly had a thought in his mind.
Qingguo... is over!
"Si Gu Jian... is dead, and so is Ye Liuyun." Fan Xian whispered a few words, then suddenly raised his head: "Where is Bai Feng? Where is Uncle Wu Zhu?"
"Bai Feng? "
Wang Xi lowered his head, covering his eyes with wet hair, and whispered softly: "Where is the white wind? Where is the white wind..."
"Wuzhu is here."
At this time, voices were heard outside the hall, and a black shadow flew in with heavy moisture, and fell in front of Fan Xian with a clatter.
His eyes are covered with black cloth, his body is covered with ruffles, and he has a bun and a crown on his head. He is not his Uncle Wuzhu.
But...
The Wu Zhu in front of me is worse than everyone else. He only has his upper body and no lower body. But what is puzzling is that the incision is not bloody and bloody, and the fluid that oozes out is There are black, hard metal products under the yellow, muscle-like skin.
What the hell is this?
Tora Uesugi, Sean, Li Yunrui, Yan Ruohai and others looked shocked, staring blankly at the thing that looked like a human but was not human.
Fan Xian's body trembled, and his face showed surprise.
No wonder Wu Zhu lacks emotions, always speaks "straightforwardly", and does not age. He can fight against the Grand Master without Qi. It turns out...it turns out that he is a robot.
"Yan Bingyun, Yan Bingyun..."
The next female voice woke up the Yan family and his son. When they looked up, they saw Shen Wan'er, the heavy sister of the former commander of the Imperial Guards of the Northern Qi Dynasty, being twisted by Haitang Duoduo and sent into the hall. When she saw her sweetheart with a sword on her neck, she pushed the Northern Qi Saint. The woman rushed to Yan Bingyun's side and wanted to throw herself into his arms, but was kicked over by the man in black behind him.
Begonia Duoduo sighed softly.
After handling Ku He's body, she left the Chu Mansion and rushed to the palace. On the way, she happened to meet Shen Wan'er who noticed that the situation was not good and went to look for Yan Bingyun in the rain, so she took the person and brought him to Tai Chi Hall.
Others' attention only stayed on the faces of the two women for less than a second before they were attracted by the man who came out of the rain with a thin layer of smoke on his body, but his blue shirt was not wet.
The initiator of all this, the Great Demon King of Chu... is here.
Ye Ling'er, Fan Ruoruo, and Fan Xian all looked at him with hatred on their faces.
Yan Bingyun stared at those awkward-looking eyes, and the flesh of his cheeks pulled upwards, like an angry and roaring beast, gnashing his teeth and said: "Chu... Ping... Sheng. "
He glanced lightly at this man who was willing to sacrifice everything for Qingguo, climbed up the steps from between the two princes, and walked to the dragon throne.
Li Yunrui did not move, but patted the empty area in front of him, meaning to let him sit in his arms.
“That’s not good in front of your daughter.”
"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
"..."
Chu Pingsheng didn't argue with her. He sat down with his waist lowered, his eyes slightly lowered, and he looked down at the hall. He felt a little... Points are different.
Is this the sense of superiority of sitting on the dragon's throne?
“When all the dust has settled, it’s time to reward good and punish evil.”
Fan Ruoruo sneered at this, rewarded good and punished evil? Isn't he himself the most deserving of punishment?
Yan Bingyun even spat on the ground to show his contempt.
"Sean, do you know why I want you to leave a message about the lives of Ruohai and his son?"
Sean looked at the father and son and shook his head gently.
"When I was in Northern Qi, I promised you to help you find the illegitimate child conceived by Yu Xiang, the brothel girl your son liked. That person... is far away and right in front of you."
Far away and right in front of you?
What does it mean?
After a few seconds, Sean realized what he was doing. He followed the gazes of the others and mechanically looked at the Young Master of the Yan family who hated him because he carried the Emperor of Qing to the palace like a chicken.
(End of this chapter)