Epissue 28: Yu Shanglu, He Yixi, when will you return it? 5

The rebellion was like a strong wind, quickly sweeping the capital. The capital has changed, and the army of Prince Yi has entered the imperial city, and almost everyone knows the news.

Some people say that it's a waste of time to fight for power and profits when they don't enjoy the prosperity of peace and prosperity. Some say that Emperor Deren's accession to the throne was not the last wish of the former emperor, otherwise how could the Prince Yi dare to mutiny easily? What's more, it was not Prince Yi, but a prince who hid his eyes under this banner. There were different opinions, but none of them could get into Han Ruqi's ears. What he thought was that he would immediately enter the palace to protect the emperor.

Although the person who made him idle at home for a month was none other than the emperor, and the emperor was suspicious of him, he still had to do anything to protect him. Although he didn't care much about who was in the throne, he didn't want to see bloodshed and sacrifices from the bottom of his heart. In addition to strictly prohibiting witchcraft, Emperor Xuanping was indeed a good emperor with outstanding political achievements. In contrast, King Yi always gave him the impression that his scheming was impure. Once such a person ascended to a high position, the world was bound to be in chaos.

The gate of the imperial city opened, and there was a sound of fighting in the city.

The scene of blood flowing into a river made him frightened. He couldn't help recalling the nightmare more than a month ago. The horse's hoof stepped on the thick corpse on the battlefield, and he was pointed to his eyebrows by a long knife in armor under the setting sun.

"Damn guy!" Although the scene in front of him had nothing to do with him, Han Ruxu couldn't help cursing in his heart.

A soldier with broken armor suddenly roared at him. Han Ruxu immediately drew his sword to block it, but he saw the man screaming strangely and dissipated into green smoke. So that's it." No wonder King Yi can summon such a powerful army. I'm afraid half of them are ghosts turned into by Leqi!

It's the wooden charm that saved me again. I want to know more and more about the secret there, which is difficult to restrain.

Han Ruxu gently clenched the wooden charm in his arms, took a breath of his true breath, and used his light skills to go to Zunwei Palace.

Along the way, he met a murderer and a ghost, and soon killed him outside the main hall of Zunwei Palace. Le Zulu changed into a pure black robe and was standing on the flying eaves of the main hall. His clothes were in the wind, and the charm in his hand beat the orange flames. Countless ghost soldiers fell down and stood up again, all relying on his mana support.

At this time, if he gets the assistance of that person, Song Zhen will definitely lose. He hates that he has nothing to do with himself. The assassin must be sleeping soundly in his small shop without knowing it. For no reason, Han Ruqi was sure that Wei Tanyi was a thousand times superior in magic, and he couldn't help expecting him to appear in front of him for the sake of his relationship with the prince.

However, the facts are always cruel and ruthless. When he finally came to Emperor Xuanping, the last protection cast by a loyal eunuch was also broken. Emperor Xuanping, who waved his sword in his hand, could not kill those unjust ghosts without entities. He was almost crazy.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Without saying a word, he rushed forward to block those attacks for him. The wronged soldiers looked at the Dangyang sword, and all of them screamed and disappeared. In addition, with the wooden charm to protect his body, Han Ruxu was invincible and unharmed.

Emperor Xuanping had already been so tired that his legs and feet were weak. Han Ruxu helped him up and hid behind the jade screen, and he continued to fight hard.

Suddenly, I heard another wave of shouts outside the hall. It seemed that someone came to stir up the water. Emperor Xuanping's face was pale, and he had already lost the king's air. He hid behind the screen and trembled.

"Brother, are you all the good?" Song Zhen walked calmly and walked through the ghost soldiers to the hall.

Han Ruxu sank his face and crossed the sword to show his threat.

Song Zhen looked at him contemptuously and said, "Lord Han is so loyal that heaven and earth can be seen, but it's a pity that he followed the wrong master and ruined himself in vain."

Han Ruqi replied with a sneer: "The scholar died as a confidant. At the beginning, it was the emperor who picked me out of hundreds of disciples in the self-knowledge hall, and I thought I shed the last drop of blood for the emperor."

"Well said," Song Zhen stroked his palm, "but what's the use of Lord Han no matter how nice he is? If he goes against the king, he can't enter the Zhonglie Hall after all. Although I am a talented person, I don't want to be selfish, which makes Lord Han lose his integrity as a minister. With that, he raised his hand and patted it gently, and the ghosts waiting beside him immediately roared and rushed up.

When the two fists were hard to beat the four hands, and the ghosts disappeared, Han Ruqi was so tired that he could hardly lift the sword in his hand. Only his eyes were still burning like a torch, and he did not show any timidity. Song Zhen didn't expect that he could fight against these ghosts. He frowned and shouted, "Let's live!"

The music of the dark robe floated into the hall like a ghost and knelt down behind him.

"Lord Han will leave it to you to take care of it." To be understated.

"Yes."

Leqi slowly got up and looked at Han Ruxu calmly, with both hands.

The change is in an instant.

Song Zhen, who was waiting with a smile, suddenly stared, shook her body a few times, and fell to the ground like this. The three people present didn't know what had happened for a while. Le Qi was even more surprised and froze in the air at a loss.

Song Jing soon arrived from the outer hall, followed by several forbidden army commanders who came to rescue the news. He strode into the main hall and looked at the happy house beside him as if it were nothing. He bowed: "My son came late to save me. My father was shocked." In just one sentence, it was announced that Song Zhen's mutiny failed.

***

It was late at night, and my sister was already asleep, and half of her little head shrank into the quilt, making a slight snoring sound.

Cui Jin touched a few silver tickets placed close to him, and his heart was still panicked.

He never thought that a broken brush could sell 3,000 taels of silver, and the young man who bought the pen was generous. He seemed to be prepared. He did not hesitate to pay three silver tickets. What's so magical about that pen, or has it been used by celebrities for a long time?

He can't control that. All he knows is that with this money, he can take his sister to live a carefree life. Three thousand taels is by no means a small amount. He must carefully preserve and spend money, otherwise it will cause trouble.

What can reassure him sell the pen is the Wei Tanyi beside the young man. Since he met Hua Chaojie, he has repeatedly brought snacks to himself to greet his father's condition and his sister's condition. In Cui Jin's mind, he is the top good man, just like those unknown people who directly help their family.

What Wei Tanyi trusts should be a good person. Maybe he just spent a lot of money to buy that pen just to help himself. Thinking of this, Cui Jin felt warm in his heart, stuffed the quilt for his sister, and closed his eyes.

***

The so-called rebellion is like a farce, which has become a joke in the market. No one knows why King Yi died in the hall inexplicably, and they all say vaguely that it may be God's will.

The one who has benefited the most from this change is Han Ruxu. Because of the timely rescue, he was able to double his salary. He was promoted to the third grade of officials and received countless rewards. Just as he was promoted to Qingyun Zhishang in Jiangling, he is now the leading figure among the military officials in the capital. Emperor Xuanping praised his loyalty and allowed him to dispatch the forbidden army without a military charm when necessary.

Compared with that, Prince Song Jing, who also led the army to rescue, only got some rewards, and even the fiefdom was not an inch more, as if he was deliberately neglected.

"Your Majesty, why is this?"

"The emperor's mind, you don't have to speculge about being a minister. Did Lord Han say this himself?"

Wei Tanyi returned what he had said before, and he still had the tea in his hand.

"Okay, then I won't ask this," Han Ruxu raised his hand and surrendered. "I just want to know why King Yi suddenly died in the hall that day. According to the autopsy, he said that he had no trauma and no signs of poisoning. Is it a curse to death?"

These days, there is an endless stream of people who come to visit and make friends. However, many of them once looked at him with white eyes and felt that he was just lucky to become the imperial bodyguard. This time, his face was full of unskilled flattering smiles and came to flatter him. Han Ruqi's face cramped with a smile. It was simply an excuse to close the door and not see guests because of the cold, which weakened the momentum.

Han Ruxu knew in his heart that it was no accident that he could rescue Song Jing before Song Jing, but Song Jing intended to do it. Otherwise, with the personality of Wei Tanyi, it would not be impossible to conjure a horse to fly into the city. Why did he use his name to open the gate? At that time, the commanders of the forbidden army said that they knew that King Yi had rebelled when they heard the news that he had entered the city. This was obviously a trap set by Song Jing. The purpose of the purpose was to tell the commanders to take action.

Instead of rushing to save the driver, he may be mistaken for the king of Qin. It's better to push the people he trust to a high position. Sooner or later, the world will be his own. At this time, it is the best strategy to hide his glory and keep a low profile - if he can think of this, how can Song Jing't he be intelligent?

Therefore, he just knelt down to thank all kinds of gifts and did not shirk. However, Emperor Xuanping insisted that the traitor Song Zhen was killed by him, and it was difficult for him to step down. Whenever his colleagues asked how he killed the person, Han Ruxu always had a sense of embarrassment that the lie was about to be exposed and hesitated. How did Song Zhen die? It became a sword hanging on his head.

"I'm afraid that the ghost of His Royal Highness will never dissipate. If Lord Han is interested, he might as well get drunk and then go to the palace to chat with him." Wei Tanyi avoided and did not answer.

By saying this, he admitted that Song Zhen had died, and Han Ruxu had to stop asking.

However, there is another thing that he cares very much about, that is, the whereabouts of Le Qi. This person disappeared without a trace after Song Jing entered the palace. After a terrible disaster, he could still retreat all over his body. It is really a hidden danger.

"The woman named Le Liangye last time..." She also disappeared inexplicably.

Wei Tanyi raised his eyebrows high: "It turns out that Lord Han's old feelings are unforgettable, and he still remembers such a person."

The opposite face successfully darkened: "What an unforgettable fart!"

As a result, nothing was asked.

***

Let the dead resurrect the dead, let the living die, let the picture pass on to life, and enter the wood three points.

- It should not be Your Highness's style to be so panicked. If I can help you, what will you do?

The brush in my hand is spotless, and the ink on the pen is dry, solidifying the brush into a full shape. The young man in the crown blue shirt held the pen to his eyes and looked at it carefully, with a wry smile on the corners of his mouth.

- Recently, I have found a magic pen that can bring the dead back to life and death. I can have whatever I want. It is the legendary judge pen.

On that day, he finally found a teenager selling pens in the market, and he immediately took out all the silver tickets and bought them. It's not that he didn't worry, but at that moment, he had no choice but to trust this mysterious friend.

- Later, Lord Han will return to the capital from Guangmen, Nanding. The prince must be an informant in the guard of the city. At that time, he will be in a dilemma. If he can't survive tonight, he will definitely be in trouble. His Highness only needs to go into the night... In this way, he can kill him without any effort.

A piece of white paper on the bookcase wrote the person's name and drew a cross with cinnabar. It was like a death order approved by the judge of Zhu Yi on the life and death book of hell.

The young man looked at the pen invert again, and finally took off the lampshade with a smile and put the pen on the candlelight.

- If you are an ordinary person, this move will inevitably lead to divine punishment, and this stroke can only be used by Your Highness.

The faint ink fragrance escapes with the smell of hair baking, and the gray-black smoke condenses into a heavy sigh.

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