The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

"Your Majesty is really good at predicting things!"

King Qinghe waved his arm, and the Purple Lightning Sword pointed straight at Zhao Zixu, "I will definitely use this sword to take your life, and I will also use it to kill all your concubines and brothers!"

Zhao Zixu looked at King Qinghe, and there was still a trace of concern for blood and family ties deep in his heart: "Uncle, if you put down your weapons now and surrender, I can spare the lives of everyone else in the Qinghe Palace, and I will leave your princess and children to them. A way out."

You know, murdering the emperor and usurping the throne have been heinous crimes punishable by the extermination of nine generations of the clan since ancient times.

Considering the past friendship, Zhao Zixu wanted to give his cousin, cousin and aunt from the Qinghe Palace a way out.

However, King Qinghe did not appreciate it and said coldly: "No need!"

In his opinion, when he ascends the throne, his princess consort will become the queen and the mother of the country, and his son and daughter will be the future prince and princess of the Song Dynasty.

"It seems that Uncle Wang is determined to win my position today."

King Qinghe's voice was strong and powerful, with a determination that would not waver, "The late emperor is the legitimate son, and this king is also the legitimate son. This emperor can sit on this throne, and so can I!"

Zhao Zixu stared at Prince Qinghe, his eyes flashing with anger and grief, and shouted angrily: "So, in order to usurp this throne, you did not hesitate to murder me and murder my two princes!"

Prince Qinghe closed his lips and remained silent.

Zhao Zixu laughed out loud, his laughter filled with endless sadness.

His two little princes could have grown up without worries, but they became the victims of King Qinghe's pursuit of the throne.

How innocent is his child?

"The previous emperor passed away. According to the laws of our ancestors, the throne should be passed down to the younger brother after the elder brother's death. This king should sit on the throne. I am not plotting rebellion, but restoring order and rectifying the government!"

Zhao Zixu sneered.

The younger brother succeeds the elder brother? To restore order?

Is this the reason why his uncle, the Prince of Qinghe, rebelled and forced the emperor to abdicate?

It’s really the most ridiculous thing in the world!

High-sounding and ridiculous!

He never thought that Uncle Wang Qinghe, who was famous in both the government and the public, would be such a shameless person and a complete hypocrite.

"Prince Qinghe, why do you have to whitewash your rebellion and abdication as so righteous and noble? No matter how reasonable your reasons are, they cannot cover up the fact that you are plotting rebellion. To plot to usurp the throne is to plot to usurp the throne. How can you talk about correcting the chaos?"

Prince Qinghe was arrogant and unruly. "So what? That position originally belonged to me. Your father has sat there before, and you have sat there too. It's time for me to take over."

"Uncle, you really won't cry until you see the coffin. Don't you think that the four words "brother dies, the younger brother succeeds" can silence the world's gossip? You must have forgotten that before brother dies, there is also a "father dies, the son succeeds". My father has already appointed a prince, why would a humble subject like you come and intervene? Even if I die, the one who sits on the throne will be my brother!"

Prince Qinghe's face turned slightly red. He understood clearly what Zhao Zixu said.

Treason is treason, and this is a fact that has changed.

Even if he sat in that position, he would be ridiculed by the people of the world as a traitor and a villain who had come to the position illegitimately.

Prince Qinghe spun around with the Purple Lightning Sword, made a beautiful and neat sword flower, then raised the sword and pointed it at the steps.

There was a sense of majesty in his brows without any anger, and his aura was majestic and awe-inspiring

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The history books of the victor are always written however they want.

When he sits on the highest throne in the world, there will be many means and methods to silence everyone.

King Qinghe held the purple lightning sword and quickly jumped up a few steps. The cold sword blade with a chilling light came straight towards Zhao Zixu.

Suddenly, a long sword pressed against the blade of the Purple Lightning Sword, blocking its attack.

The person who came was Hua Fushu.

She looked at King Qinghe's almond eyes filled with anger and hatred. If he had not planned the Huo Qing case in order to seize military power in the northern border, her uncle would not have been in exile for many years and unable to return home.

What's even more abominable is that King Qinghe also massacred innocent soldiers of the Northern Frontier Army, causing many families to be broken up. The children lost their fathers and the wives lost their husbands.

"Zhao You is a thief! If you want to kill His Majesty, there is no way!"

Hua Fushu swore rudely. She felt that calling King Qinghe a dog thief was an insult to the dog.

She danced the Qingming Sword, and a few small sparks shot out from the friction between the blade and the Purple Lightning Sword.

Hua Fushu gritted his teeth and swung the Qingming Sword with all his might.

Prince Qinghe hurriedly avoided Hua Fushu's attack and took a few steps back.

"The apprentice of Lord Lanling, his martial arts skills are not bad."

Hua Fushu curled her lips disdainfully, "The prince is also good at martial arts, but it's a pity that he has not used them on the right path. He was born as a general and did not want to go into battle to kill the enemy and protect his family and country. Instead, he killed the loyal and tried to usurp the throne."

King Qinghe was slightly stunned.

Hua Fushu looked at Prince Qinghe and suddenly remembered that there were many miraculous medicines in the Prince Qinghe's Mansion.

"Your Majesty, if I capture Prince Qinghe, can you give me those rare and precious medicinal herbs in the Prince Qinghe's Palace as a reward?"

Hua Fushu's words, which sounded like a joke but were not a joke, amused Zhao Zixu, "Okay, if you capture Prince Qinghe, all the miraculous medicines in the Prince Qinghe's mansion will be yours."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hua Fushu was happy. She was a doctor and was very interested in miraculous medicines. There were hundreds of medicinal materials, and she was even more interested in some rare medicinal materials.

Hua Fushu seemed to have been given a shot of blood, her fighting spirit was high, and she wished she could take down King Qinghe immediately. She looked at King Qinghe as if she had taken something out of a bag.

Prince Qinghe learned martial arts since he was a prince. He later joined the army, fought in dozens of battles, put down rebellions by vassal kings, and commanded the Northern Border Army for more than ten years. His martial arts skills are beyond doubt.

Naturally, Hua Fushu is the disciple of Lanling City Lord. Lanling City Lord is good at both civil and martial arts, so her kung fu is not much different.

After fighting for thirty or forty rounds, Hua Fushu and King Qinghe were still evenly matched, and neither of them was at a disadvantage.

The strength of the two can be said to be equally matched.

Hua Fushu's figure flashed and he leaped up like a light swallow. The Qingming sword in his hand stabbed straight at King Qinghe with lightning speed.

King Qinghe reacted extremely quickly. He swung the Purple Lightning Sword and struck the Qingming Sword hard. The Qingming Sword was actually bounced away.

The powerful force backfired on Hua Fushu, causing her hand to feel severe pain. Driven by instinct, she subconsciously wanted to let go.

However, at this critical moment, King Qinghe waved his purple electric sword and attacked her again.

Hua Fushu hurriedly held the Qingming Sword tightly and used the sword to resist the attack. At the same time, she also launched a counterattack without showing any weakness.

The bright sunlight fell on the sword, flashing a blazing white light.

As time went by, Hua Fushu became unable to do what she wanted, and her attacks gradually became slower.

King Qinghe was keenly aware of this change, and immediately seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Hua Fushu's unpreparedness, to launch an offensive and attack Hua Fushu.

I saw the extremely sharp sword tip approaching Hua Fushu...