Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

Zhou Minghuang's eyes were full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and glared at this bold man. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a scream coming from the third child,

"Ah!" The third prince was stabbed in the abdomen, which seemed to be quite deep. The blood flowed along his clothes and soaked his winter coat.

Zhou Minghuang's eyes narrowed, ruling out the suspicion of the third child, and now he revealed his worries as a father.

On the Second Prince's side, the horse's pace gradually slowed down, and the paleness on his face faded.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince, we have to hurry up. There are many assassins. I'm afraid, I'm afraid..." the guard following the Second Prince said in an urgent voice.

The second prince looked like he couldn't hold the reins and was exhausted, "Yes, I am very worried, but I am not feeling well and I really have no strength at this time."

He comforted the horse with his hands, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes,

No matter who arranged it today, it would be a help to me. If I take advantage of this opportunity to delay the opportunity, my father and his third brother will die here at the same time, and I will then blame Lao Liu for this conspiracy...

That position must be in her pocket, and then the mother-in-law will no longer scold her for being incompetent.

After all, he is a direct descendant, so how can he rush to arrange these things today? The throne will be passed on to him sooner or later. Besides Lao San, the person who made the arrangements was Lao Liu.

Huh, the mother-in-law also said that she was incompetent and had no brains, but she had a very good brain.

No, he ran out first. If his father is saved, it would be a great achievement to lead his troops back.

If his father was unlucky enough to lead his troops back just in time to quell the chaos and capture the third prince, it must be that he made the dangerous move today in order to get his father's attention, and he wanted to use a painful trick.

If the third prince also died, he would be able to investigate and collect his father's body and lead the clues to the sixth prince.

Moreover, if you stay away from that place, you will be away from danger. Even though you are so smart, your mother-in-law always says that you are incompetent.

The throne must be his. The eldest prince's disability has long disqualified him from competing. Whether he is the eldest son or the heir, he is his. If the father wants a third younger brother, I am afraid that some pedantic people in the court will oppose it...

Besides, my concubine’s mother’s family is still powerful, so it’s really the right time, place and people...

So what if you are incompetent? All he needs to do is know how to employ people. If he is in a high position, he will have people to do things for him. Besides, he is incompetent. How could he not be better than his third brother?

It would be best if he died today.

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince,"

The guard beside him was arranged by the queen for the second prince, and he was urging him, his brows furrowed. If the second prince can't even handle such a small thing, His Majesty will be even more doubtful about his ability, and even consider that he may not be suitable for that position.

The second prince seemed to be unable to sit firmly and almost fell off his horse. Then he finally managed to sit up and stop the horse completely. It took some time.

The guard was anxious, but to him, the most important thing was the second prince himself. If something happened to him, the queen would not let her family go...

He looked worriedly at the second prince who couldn't ride a horse well. No wonder the Queen always scolds him for his incompetence. Which prince doesn't learn the six arts of a gentleman from an early age and master them easily?

But look at the way he almost fell off his horse. If he hadn't known that he didn't have any extra thoughts, he might have thought that he did it on purpose!

Emperor Zhou Ming's side was still besieged, and the surrounding secret guards were gradually losing ground. Both sides suffered casualties. However, seeing that the number of guards around Emperor Zhou Ming was getting smaller and smaller,

Zhou Minghuang looked at the monk in white clothes and mask, and spoke with dignity and coldness,

"Even if I die, I will understand clearly. Who are you? You are not afraid of death, so why should you hide your head and show your tail?"

Wuchen's voice seemed to come from the sky, and he ignored his words, "Go to hell and ask!"

It's not that I don't dare, it's that I disdain him. He doesn't deserve it.

Zhou Minghuang stared at the scar on the head of the man opposite him with deep eyes. Turning his head to look at the rescued Lao San, he wondered how long he could last.

The signal in his hand was emitted into the air. This was a signal that could mobilize Yanzhou's troops and horses.

The bloodthirsty smile on Wuchen's lips continued, "Far water can't save a nearby fire. If you want to ask for help, stop dreaming."

Zhou Minghuang looked cold and ignored him, retreating under the protection of the remaining two secret guards.

Looking at the bleeding third child, he could only look at his fate. If he was alive, he would treat him better in the future. If he was unlucky, he would not be the only son he had...

The third prince's eyes were filled with disbelief as he saw his father trying to leave him behind. How could a man who could kill his brother care about flesh and blood?

This is because he has put aside the relationship between father and son. If he is alive in the future, don't blame himself. His eyes were deep.

Wuchen paid no attention to the third prince, and took the twenty or so people who were not seriously injured to push towards Zhou Minghuang's four or five people.

"Suffer to death!"

Wuchen's robe was covered with blood, whether it was his own or someone else's, which dyed the white clothes blood red.

The whole person looked like an evil ghost from hell, coupled with the deep chill on his face, it chilled people to the bone.

A sword struck from the top of Zhou Minghuang's head, and the terrifying chill seemed to split the mountains apart...

Panic finally flashed across Zhou Minghuang's face. He, the Supreme Lord of Nine Provinces, has not done enough. How could he be left here like this? It would make people laugh if he spread the news.

I just made a miscalculation. I have been living in the palace for many years. I rarely want to leave the palace in a low-key manner. I never thought of taking the high road. I have been sitting in the position for a long time and forgot to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Thinking about it, the maid from Huo City who came to the palace and said that she was a wise king was probably the cold-faced monk in front of her, and her purpose was to lure her out of the palace through her own vanity.

Zhou Minghuang dodged and said hurriedly, "Who instigated you? Can I give you more, wealth or status? It's all fine. Let me go and reveal your master."

Wuchen licked the blood on his lips, his eyes were stern, and he pulled his lips sarcastically,

"Oh? I've taken a fancy to your position? How about giving it to me instead of the position you took from your brother?"

Zhou Minghuang looked cold and dreaming! snort! You are your destiny. Brother? He doesn't deserve to be his brother.

Wuchen's sword struck down again, and the cold light was like a meteor, falling rapidly...

Zhou Minghuang's pupils shrank, and he stepped back, dragging a dead guard in front of him, but he couldn't avoid it, and the hidden guard who was fighting not far away ran towards him.

Could it be that today is my final day?

Could it be that the queen wanted to let herself and the third prince die here by taking advantage of today? After all, no one except the Queen knows what happened back then.

When the tip of the sword was only two inches away from Emperor Zhou Ming, it was deflected by an arrow flying through the air.

Wuchen looked at the concave mark on the sword, which showed that the person who used the arrow had strong internal strength. The cold eyes under the mask looked sideways.

I saw a man with a stern face, dressed in black robes, running towards here with forty or fifty guards on horseback, and three swords in his hands coming towards this side.

Wuchen didn't take it seriously. He waved his long sword and shot down the three arrows. His eyes were bloodthirsty. No one could stop him today.

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha!