Summon the defense tower at the beginning

Chapter 112 The curtain opens!

"According to the holy decree, General Dou Wu and Grand Tutor Chen Fan intend to conspire against..."

The blood outside the Qianhe Hall was still wet, and dozens of Xuanjia soldiers who were urgently summoned from above the main hall clasped their fists to promise, and each left quickly.

This time, thousands of imperial guards failed to capture the Hall of Harmony, and the three battalions in charge of guarding Luoyang directly entered Luoyang, setting off a bloody storm in Luoyang City with the momentum of thunder.

Everyone in the DPRK was in danger, and the most proud thing was that they sent out thousands of troops that day to protect Liu Hong's top ten servants - Zhang Rang.

Because of this matter, Zhang Rang holds the order and has already stood under one person and above ten thousand people in Luoyang City.

The rain was about to come and the wind filled the building, and even the sky in Luoyang City was gloomy for several days in a row.

In the Qianhe Hall, Zhang Rang was still standing expressionlessly in front of the side door next to the main hall, saying that he was looking at Hanling Emperor Liu Hong on the dragon chair, but in fact there was nothing in those slightly bloodshot eyes. focus.

On the dragon chair, Liu Hong was still wearing golden armor, holding the handle of the dragon head on the dragon chair with his right hand, silently looking out of the hall, also expressionless.

Obviously the situation has been stabilized, but now Liu Hong and Zhang Rang seem to be getting more and more depressed.

The two were silent in the hall, neither of them spoke.

The sky outside the main hall became increasingly gloomy. The two palace maids walked to the palace lantern with small steps and were about to light it. Liu Hong, who was on the dragon chair, waved expressionlessly to stop them.

The two palace maids hurriedly bowed their heads and retreated silently.

As the main hall gradually darkened, Liu Hong's face also became more gloomy. In the silence, he asked hoarsely.

"Has Huangfu Song come back?"

"not yet."

Compared with the respectful a few days ago, Zhang Rang's words now seem much more casual.

Liu Hong didn't mind either. Ever since he killed Dou Wu and Chen Fan in the main hall, his mind was no longer on these trivial matters.

Noticing Liu Hong's gloomy face, Zhang Rang cupped his hands and said respectfully.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, if a villain stays in the palace for a day, he will swear to the death to protect my country."

"Really? Then you are not far from death."

Although Zhang Rang was so sincere, Liu Hong's words seemed particularly arrogant and indifferent, with no intention of looking at him at all.

You must know that a few days ago, Zhang Rang blocked nearly a thousand guards outside the Qianhe Palace alone, otherwise his head would have fallen to the ground.

Zhang Rang bowed respectfully without accepting such negligence in his words, and there was no trace of anger on his face.

Perhaps because he has been following Liu Hong for so many years, he has long been used to the temper of the current Holy Majesty.

What's more, the current situation is indeed not something that a small eunuch like him can sustain.

The hall fell into silence again. It was dusk and night outside the hall, and it was only after a while that you couldn't see your fingers. The entire hall was even more deathly silent.

The two little maids who held the lamps secretly took a look outside the door, and did not dare to go in without hearing Liu Hong's voice.

According to their identities, in fact, these two little maids are quite popular with Liu Hong, and they are quite noisy on weekdays, so they dare to be so presumptuous.

The two secretly listened outside the door, but before they heard anything, suddenly the two of them trembled, and they sat down on the ground together, seeing their heads drooping, and they died for no reason. !

In the main hall, Zhang Rang retracted his black boots expressionlessly, and the remaining momentum of his body had not completely dissipated for a while.

During the silence, Liu Hong, who had been silent all the time, rubbed the chair handle made of gilt dragon head with his broad palm, as if with nostalgia, he confessed with much reluctance.

"Jean, if I die, you must take good care of my country."

"Your Majesty is serious."

Said it was polite, but Zhang Rang didn't take any pride in this sentence.

Even though Liu Hong has the intention of asking for help, Zhang Rang is very clear in his heart that it is difficult to say for sure what the situation is going to be, and maybe he will die earlier than Liu Hong.

It's just that he dared not speak out these thoughts.

The king is the king, and the minister is the minister, not to mention that the Hanling Emperor Liu Hong in front of him is the righteous master of the Han Dynasty, and he bears the dragon spirit of Kyushu.

When the golden dragon armor was passed on to Emperor Wu Zhongxing, it raised Liu Hong's luck to the extreme. In addition, he never leaves the Qianhe Hall day and night, and he doesn't even open the dragon chair. There is no end.

Zhang Rang has the strength to kill a thousand troops, but he still dare not make a mistake in front of Liu Hong.

This is a male lion on the verge of aging. No matter how old and decrepit he is, people still dare not easily test his majesty.

It's ridiculous to say that the century-old foundation of the great man came here, but the person Liu Hong can rest assured to use is an eunuch.

Thinking of this, Liu Hong smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his head slightly, and looked at the drowsy sky outside the palace.

In today's Han Dynasty, from the princes and nobles to the common people, all of them are alienated from virtue.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were all staring at each other, and nine out of ten of the daily memorials were impeachment of these eunuchs who were used by Liu Hong.

Those so-called Zhongliang are naturally not so blind, they are just too greedy, like a group of sideburn dogs who smell blood, even if they are scared off, they will come around, probing and nibbling at them step by step. with...

They smelled Liu Hong's weakness, and smelled the aura of a big man who was going to fall, so they all gathered together, and no one wanted to suffer.

Liu Hong took a deep breath, and the look in his eyes faded for some reason.

As soon as Huangfusong and Zhu Jun left Luoyang, Liu Hong didn't know how many days he would live.

He hoped that Huangfusong would come back, but he was also afraid of waiting for an unfavorable result.

After all, Huangfusong was the son of Huangfujie, the prefect of Yanmen. After a famous goalkeeper, his strength is naturally good.

But in the current situation, even Liu Hong couldn't tell which side he was on.

In the blink of an eye, it was already dark outside, and there was no light in the hall for a long time, and it was getting colder.

Zhang Rang, who was standing by the side door, knew Liu Hong's physical condition, and bowed to him regardless of his dislike.

"Your Majesty, it's getting cold, why don't you light the lamp?"

"..."

"His Majesty?"

"..."

There was no response to the two calls in succession, Zhang Rang's heart trembled, and he hurried forward, before he got to the dragon chair, he suddenly saw Liu Hong staggering and stood up.

"His Majesty!"

Zhang Rang subconsciously stopped to ask a question, but he saw Liu Hong's body glowing with golden light, scattered into a five-clawed golden dragon and flying up!

"His Majesty!"

Seeing that the dragon aura on Liu Hong's body was dissipated, Zhang Rang jumped up and wanted to pull the golden dragon back in desperation.

It's a pity that before he could get close, a majestic energy spread from the slack golden light in an instant, and Zhang Rang was so shocked that he flew upside down, and when the high crown fell, his gray hair was scattered wildly.

The golden dragon flew into the sky, flew out of the main hall in a blink of an eye, flew straight to the Qianhe Hall, circled a few times, and exploded into countless golden powder streamers.

At the same time, in the thirteen prefectures in the world, no matter the city walls or mountains, armored or clothed, countless outstanding people looked up at the sky!

These troubled times!The curtain has risen!

(End of this chapter)