Chapter 9 Poor empty seat in the middle of the night

Different from when they came, when Liu Yi and Xie Xiaoyu left the palace gate, their moods were very different. Liu Yi was full of ambition and excited because of the infinite possibilities of the future. After seeing the performance of the emperor, Xie Xiaoyu began to have other ideas in his heart.

It's just that this idea is really not appropriate to be announced. Even Liu Yi, who has known friends for many years, has some doubts. In Liu Yi's current state, I'm afraid he can't listen to it. What's more, Liu Yi, who was quite dissatisfied with the eunuch Bingzheng a few days ago, just appeared in front of the emperor, but offered to take charge of the Jingji Suwei. Although Song Yongxian was in front of him, his predecessors and others were very different from his previous performance, which made Xie Xiaoyu more worried and suspicious of this ally.

The two of them walked out of the imperial city side by side with their own thoughts. The intimacy when they came was unconsciously overshadowed. An invisible gap spread across the two, widening the distance between each other.

The emperor who created this gap with one hand was unaware of it, but just walked back and forth in the bedroom. Whenever he thought of the prospect just described by Liu Yi, he felt his whole body boiling. He seemed to see the bright future wading to him, and everyone knelt down under his steps and lingered and survived. And all I have to do is to hold Taia tightly, and the sword is invincible.

"Well--" He couldn't help moaning slightly, as if only in this way could he ease the thin emotions in his heart. Song Yongxian's humble figure crescented in the corner of the bedroom and tried to restrain his breath so as not to disturb the interest of the emperor.

The excited emperor has been calculating which palace person will be lucky tonight. For men, power is undoubtedly the best stimulant, which is especially obvious in the emperor. The demolition man waved his hand gently and ordered a few words to the accompanying little internal prison. The servant took the order and was about to leave the bedroom to pass the decree. He stepped out of the palace door, but suddenly stood at the door and dared not move again.

"What's the matter? Didn't you pass on the decree?" Seeing this, Song Yongxian hurried out to scold the little eunuch. Of course, such a trivial matter could not be labored by the emperor. Only when he approached the door, what he saw in front of him immediately made him stunned, and the words behind him could no longer continue.

Outside the palace gate, a tall and thin young man in gray stood with a long sword on his back and with his hands behind his back. His clothes were windless. The black hair on his forehead was separated from both sides, and a pair of demonic heavy pupils were hidden under the green silk. His eyes were like a bottomless deep sea, which made people frightening at first sight, like falling into an boundless nightmare.

He stood indifferently at the door of the bedroom, ignoring the bodyguards and internal supervisors who were shocked by his powerful aura, and nodded slightly to the emperor who only walked to the door of the bedroom at this time: "After many years, the emperor doesn't know if he still remembers me, an old man."

"You are - Mr. Xiao!" Although it was only a glimpse at the beginning, the emperor was deeply impressed by this mysterious young man with the ability to save the driver. On that day, the heavy light war against Muyi Taoist people left him a deep and unfathomable image. Later, he could not be recruited, and he was even more deeply sorry in his heart. He rewarded Chai Zonggui. He intended to know the origin and whereabouts of Chongguang from the other party, but he heard that Chongguang had no contact with Chai Zonggui. He just happened to be a guest and left without leaving any trace.

On the one hand, he sighed that the dragon saw no end, and on the other hand, he was also secretly happy. Chongguang did not have a deep friendship with his fourth brother, so he did not need to worry about the other party becoming a strongyuan for the king of Zhennan. He also knew more about and respected the personality of Chongguang's kindness and revenge.

Now I suddenly saw the strange man who lost his hand. Although his temperament has changed greatly and his face is full of dust, he is still recognized by the emperor who has been yearning for many years. He has not entangled and reprimanded this master's strange way of arrival. It is reasonable to make friends with such a strong man. He prespered to have no grudges with the other party. Seeing that the other party fell from the sky like a divine soldier, his intention of soliciting was better than before.

"Your Majesty really has a good memory." Chongguang said a word, and his left foot gently stepped out, and they didn't see how he moved. Everyone only felt a flower in front of them. His figure had flashed into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the collapse. He pointed to the position beside him and waved to the emperor: "Why don't the emperor sit and talk?"

"Bold!" Song Yongxian shouted angrily, and his deep-rooted habits over the years made him subconsciously react. A group of bodyguards, who had been shocked by Chongguang, also reacted at this time. The awe of the imperial power defeated his inner fear and roared at Chongguang sitting on the top of the imperial collapse.

There were several bangs, followed by three consecutive cracks, cracks and cracks. The heavy light clapped his hands and praised: "It's really loyal." Then his face changed and his cold tone made the guards lying back in the hall cold: "Get out of here!" Suddenly, a gust of wind set off the palace tent and blew the palace tent. Song Yongxian was blown by the wind that he couldn't open his eyes. When the wind stopped and his eyes could see things again, he found that he was already in the outer hall. He was far away from the emperor's bedroom. There were guards and small eunuchs lying around him, and his scalp was numb. , my heart was broken, and I didn't know why, but I felt a little relieved.

Finally, there was no need to face the young man as terrible as gods and demons. Song Yongxian and a group of bodyguards were secretly relieved. Although it was several cold, everyone was sweating, as if they had just come out of the steamer. The oppression of the heavy light was too strong. Everyone secretly prayed in their hearts that they would not meet this person again in this life.

Chai Zonghan's face was pale, his eyes were full of anger, and his original affection and fantasy about Chongguang also disappeared. This man is so arrogant and domineering that he really deserves to be killed. I still regard him as a loyal man, and I didn't expect to be the same as those civilian generals. He waited for a shout and scolded, and suddenly remembered, "This man is powerful. As quiet as tonight, the bodyguards are not his enemies. If he has the intention to kill the king, doesn't no one know how I died?" Thinking of this possibility, his anger suddenly melted and disappeared, replaced by fear from the bottom of his heart. His outstretched fingers stopped in mid-air, and he was cold and at a loss for a moment.

Chongguang didn't look at his face at all. He seemed to solve a group of guards and internal supervisors at will. He still repeated the previous action, patted the position beside him and waved to the emperor: "Come on, it's quiet here now. I have something to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?" After all, he was the emperor for 30 years. Even if he was afraid, he still maintained the dignity and temperament of the emperor on his face. Despite his fear, he still tried to calm himself down and asked questions in a slightly trembling voice.

Looking at the emperor trembling in front of him, a ridiculous feeling flashed in Chongguang's mind: Is this the emperor of Zhou, who ruled the whole Middle-earth continent, ruled hundreds of trillions of people, and made all sides come to the dynasty? When I was a child, when I heard my parents mention it, the man who was infinitely in awe?

It turns out that it's nothing more than that. How many people in the world can really calm down in the face of the threat of death? Looking at the emperor's cringing expression, a trace of inexplicable pleasure appeared in his heart: it turned out that it was such a pleasure to be in charge of other people's life and death. In the face of absolute power, any status, power and wealth are like mirrors and illusory.

"Don't be nervous, relax." Trying to make his expression look kind, Chongguang stood up from the collapse and stepped towards the trembling emperor step by step. Now that the other party has been completely suppressed, there is no need to be murderous. It's not good to be too much. After all, I'm not here to kill the king and usurp the throne.

"I'm not a demon. You don't have to be afraid of me. Many people want to sit on your throne, but for me, it's nothing, so I won't kill you or seize your position. On the contrary, I'm here to help you." He encouraged softly, with charming magic in his voice: "Aren't you always wanted to be a real emperor, making civil and military officials, Sifang Fanzhen and Wanbang Limin submit to your feet? Maoshan Road's group of people are unreliable. The clowns who only dare to play tricks behind their back will never go to the front desk to fight for you. If you join hands with them, you are still aggrieved in the court. In fact, it is not difficult to be an emperor.

While talking, he has walked to Chai Zonghan, stretched out his hands and patted him on the shoulder, with a little enthusiasm in his tone: "I'm not interested in your position, but I have a common enemy and goal with you. Come and join hands with me to get everything you want and hold the whole world in our palms!"