Quick Wear: When the Affectionate Male Supporting Character Gets the Script of a Cool Stories

A series of things in Cangzhou were arranged, and Duan Zhufeng asked the former deputy of the Alliance Leader's Mansion to temporarily manage the affairs.

In fact, apart from major events such as the martial arts conference, most of the matters that the Alliance Leader's Mansion has to deal with are not complicated. To put it bluntly, they are just disputes and conflicts between sects.

Then there are some vendettas and unjust cases among gangsters.

After all, the people and affairs of the underworld have their own set of rules, and it is not easy for the government to interfere.

It would take at least four days to travel from Cangzhou to the capital by riding at full speed day and night. Considering that time is not so tight, we use the night to rest and the day to travel.

On the eighth day, Jiang Xu and his companions concealed their identities and entered the capital.

There are still rumors among the people, and even the emperor cannot kill all the people in the world.

Zhou Xian was very angry about the scolding in recent days. After all, he was old, and he had been sick for a few days due to the constant blood rushing around. Even if he didn't want to do it anymore, he had to let the crown prince take charge of the government.

But he was afraid that the prince would take advantage of his illness to kill him, so he fell ill on the dragon bed and became even more cautious.

Although the crown prince attended court on his behalf, Zhou Xian always asked the crown prince to come to his bedside to read the memorials presented by officials from various departments to him, and then he would dictate them for the crown prince to review.

Besides, Zhou Xian would not let the prince touch any of the special organizations like Jinyiwei, and he still forced himself to meet Yan Shu in person.

The consequence of forcing yourself to stay strong is that the condition will get worse.

The Imperial Medical Bureau was trembling with fear when serving before the emperor every day. They wanted to persuade Zhou Xian to take care of his health and not to overwork himself, but Zhou Xian didn't listen at all. Instead, he blamed the Imperial Medical Bureau for being incompetent.

In the past few days, he had no concentration on listening to memorials, and his thoughts were even wandering. After the prince finished reading the memorial, he could not remember what he had just heard.

Even if he didn't want to do so in his heart, when he was reviewing the memorials, he would gradually let the prince give his opinions, just for him to know.

None of the intelligence sent by the Embroidered Uniform Guards made Zhou Xian feel at ease.

All the people sent out to look for Duan Zhufeng died before reaching Cangzhou. No matter they were soldiers or secret guards, they were no match for that group of martial arts masters with high martial arts skills.

After that, there was no news about Duan Zhufeng anymore. We only knew that he was suddenly no longer in Cangzhou.

But the Jinyiwei could not find out exactly when he left Cangzhou.

Another thing is that officials across the country have made no progress in suppressing the public opinion.

Unless it's to make an example of someone else.

But killing civilians indiscriminately is no small matter. There were voices from below asking for instructions. Zhou Xian had been driven to mental collapse by these voices, but he forced himself to go to court and directly issued the order to kill.

Throughout the Zhou Dynasty, anyone who mentioned the past of Jiuxiao Villa was considered disrespectful to the royal family and would be guilty of executing all nine generations of his clan!

Such an absurd decision was no different from that of a tyrant. There was an uproar in the court and no one agreed with it.

They all advised Zhou Xian that what he should do is to calm the public anger and the unrest on the border, which were far more important than dealing with those rumors.

The prince and the prime minister looked at each other in the court and actually agreed to Zhou Xian's will. However, they pretended to obey but secretly disobeyed, just to appease Zhou Xian on the surface.

After Zhou Xian could no longer hold on and was carried away in a sedan chair, the prince explained his intentions to the court officials.

Logically speaking, this is considered a serious crime of deceiving the emperor, but everyone in the court and the public knows that Zhou Xian will not live long. Is there any more suitable candidate to inherit the throne of the Zhou Dynasty than the crown prince?

The prince has not officially ascended the throne yet, but he is only a matter of Zhou Xian kicking his legs away from actually sitting on the throne.

As a result, all the court officials understood which side they should take, and they all obeyed Zhou Xian in public but secretly disobeyed him, and made up a lie for him to kill all the unruly people in the world.

Zhou Xian would never have thought that even his most trusted Jinyiwei were involved.

He lay on the gorgeous dragon bed, feeling drowsy and sick.

It is said that before a person dies, a series of scenes will appear in his mind.

Tonight, Zhou Xian drank the tranquilizer prepared by the Imperial Hospital and fell into a rare peaceful sleep.

But soon, he began to dream.

He dreamed of Duan Jiuxiao, and of faces covered in blood, and of pairs of hands reaching out to him.

Zhou Xian knew that these were all members of the Duan family.

They were coming after him.

He was terrified.

The ghosts opened their bloody mouths and rushed towards him one after another, as if they wanted to drag him into hell.

Zhou Xian opened his eyes in horror and woke up from a nightmare. He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, as if he would faint from difficulty breathing in the next moment.

Such scenes began to appear frequently in his dreams since the rumors spread.

Because of this, he could not sleep well and was always worried. Even during the day, he could see a person covered in blood standing in the corner of the palace at any time.

The ghost said nothing, just stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Sometimes there is one, sometimes there are several, and sometimes there is even a row.

More and more frequent, more and more common.

After being tortured day and night, Zhou Xian finally fell ill in his magnificent palace and was never able to get up from the dragon bed again.

No sleeping pill could relieve his dreams.

After having such nightmares so many times, Zhou Xian gradually got used to it.

Tonight was no different than any other night, a very different nightmare.

Zhou Xian recovered, but was still gasping for breath, his breathing sounding hoarse, like an old bellows. He struggled to turn the rocker, but only a little air came in, accompanied by the creaking sound of old parts.

The emperor's chamber was too empty and so quiet that the only sound one could hear was his breathless breathing.

Zhou Xian looked at the dim candlelight in front of the window, and then looked at the amulet hanging on the bed curtain.

He specially invited a famous monk from the capital to consecrate it, chant sutras and pray for blessings, and then hung it up there himself.

After staring at it for a while, Zhou Xian sneered, suddenly stood up and pulled off the amulet with force. He wanted to throw it hard on the ground, but just standing up and pulling off the amulet took almost all his strength.

The amulet was thrown on the ground not far away.

Zhou Xian began to breathe heavily again. He lay prone on the bed, glanced at the corner of the palace, and sneered: "Come if you have the guts!"

"I guess you can't do anything after becoming evil ghosts. I threw this useless thing away and you didn't do anything. Even if you die, you are just a bunch of useless ghosts!"

"I will never be killed by tricks like yours!"

"Once I kill those unruly people, the world will be peaceful. You should go to the afterlife soon!"

"Duan Jiuxiao never played tricks on me when he was alive. Can he do that now that he's dead?"

Zhou Xian raised his voice, but he was so excited that he kept coughing. His face, which had been dark for a long time, finally turned a little red.

"Yes, why not?" A light voice came from above the hall, revealing a vague and ethereal feeling in the silent and empty night.

More like a ghost.

Zhou Xian's eyes widened, his arrogance gone. He subconsciously reached out to pick up the amulet he had thrown away, but accidentally fell under the dragon bed.

"who!?"

He looked around the temple in horror, trying to find the person who was playing tricks, and tightly grasped the amulet in his hand, trying to gain a sense of security for himself who was isolated and helpless.

"Come out! Stop playing tricks! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Yeah……"

A light voice came from somewhere and reached Zhou Xian's ears. He turned his head and something suddenly flashed before his eyes.

It was moving so fast that he could only make out a white shadow with some black hair floating behind it.

It is an entity.

"Come, someone come!"

Zhou Xian climbed up from the ground and ran towards the palace gate in fear.

"Someone come! Someone come quickly! Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

The night was dark, and after getting closer, Zhou Xian finally realized that there was no one outside the door.

The guards who usually guarded the place from beginning to end had all disappeared at this moment.

This made Zhou Xian believe even more that it was a ghost. He reached out to push the door, but the bolt didn't move at all, as if it was welded shut.

"I... I'm not afraid of you! If you have the guts, show yourself in front of others and let me see who you are!"

"Over the years, my hands have been stained with blood. I am afraid that the evil spirit on me is even more serious than that of a demon like you!"

"I, I am the Son of Heaven! I have a real dragon to protect me! You devils, get out of here if you have the guts!"

As the hall became silent, the fear was infinitely magnified. Zhou Xian had already lost his composure. Jiang Xu didn't need to do anything at this moment, as his own imagination was enough to scare himself to death.

In the endless silence, there was suddenly some unpleasant smell in the air.

At the same time, there was also the sound of dripping water.

"Tsk." Jiang Xu frowned in disgust and glanced to his side.

A handkerchief with a light sandalwood scent was handed over.

The benefit of Duan Zhufeng's habit of carrying a handkerchief with him was reflected at this time.

"An emperor of this generation is so timid that he peed his pants because of being scared. If this gets out, I'm afraid people will laugh at him." Jiang Xu was full of sarcasm. "How about I go out and call your guards in now?"

“Shut up!!!” Zhou Xian completely collapsed, his voice even had a bit of hoarseness and crying tone. How could he still look like a supreme ruler?

But now no one will pity him.

Ye Fan stood outside the hall, listening to the sound of Zhou Xian's collapse and tearing, with no expression on his face and cold eyes.

Standing next to him was a young man in a bright yellow dragon robe. This was the Crown Prince who was now in charge of the government.

The prince knew everything that happened tonight, and he was also the one who pushed it all forward.

Ye Fan glanced sideways, as if thinking about something, and suddenly smiled for a moment.

After all, he is Zhou Xian's offspring, and he is just as cold-blooded at heart.

For the throne, blood relatives are nothing. No one who survives in this imperial city has clean hands.

"Who are you?! Who the hell are you?!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Xian was obviously exhausted. He collapsed to the ground after coughing for a while. He could only breathe out but not inhale.

"You are not a ghost, you are a human..."

"You are from the Duan family. You are very powerful to be able to sneak into the palace. But no matter how powerful you are, what can you do?"

Zhou Xian reacted and sneered: "Even if you kill me, you can't escape from this palace."

"Is it?"

This time, it was not Jiang Xu who responded to Zhou Xian, but Duan Zhufeng.

Zhou Xian was stunned not expecting there was someone else there. This voice was deeper than the casual young man's voice just now, and it reminded him of an old friend.

"You...you are Duan Jiuxiao's grandson, right?"

Zhou Xian gasped heavily every time he spoke, and his eyelids drooped, without much strength to keep them up.

Duan Zhufeng did not answer him. He jumped down lightly, and his tall figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

Zhou Xian then raised his eyelids and squinted to look at Duan Zhufeng carefully.

"Except for your stature, you don't look much like your grandfather. Your temperament is also not very similar. You are a little colder than Brother Duan."

"but……"

Zhou Xian paused and stopped talking.

He didn't want to admit that Duan Zhufeng's aura was stronger than any of his princes.

Duan Jiuxiao had a good offspring.

This man could beat him even after being dead for so many years.

How could he be willing to do so?

But fortunately, this vast territory belongs to him. After his death, he will definitely order the descendants of the Duan family to be wiped out at all costs.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xian felt better.

"Even if you didn't come, I would have died. If you want revenge, you can take my life. At least I have lived a peaceful life for more than 40 years, unlike my elder brother Duan who died young. Don't you think so?"

He lifted his old eyelids, his eyes revealed obvious fatigue, his eyeballs were cloudy, and it was obvious that his end was near.

"You're about to die, but you're still stubborn." Jiang Xu said bluntly, "If grave robbers pry open your coffin, they might find a mouth."

"How dare you!" Zhou Xian roared in anger, holding his breath, "I am the emperor, how can a commoner like you insult me ​​at will?! Tell me your name, and I will kill all your clans!"

"I will never change my name, I will never change my surname. This is Jiang Xu, Jiang in Jiang Xu, Xu in Jiang Xu."

Jiang Xu raised the corner of his lips and asked gently and caringly: "Did you remember it, old man?"

Zhou Xian had never met such an arrogant person in his life, and he almost fainted from anger.

A stream of hahahahahahaha floated across the barrage channel next to Jiang Xu.

[Old man, you can’t laugh anymore! ]

[I think it can be more intimate. What do you think of the name "Old Immortal"? ]

[No, he must die.]

[Say the most arrogant words in the most gentle tone, I really love Xubao so much!!!]

[Let’s take a step back and say, can’t the anchor marry me? Fingers crossed.jpg]

[Sister, you... seem to have withdrawn too much. Um... kitten.jpg]

Zhou Xian recovered his breath and was about to speak when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The name Jiang Xu sounds familiar.

"You, you are..."

"Yes, yes," Jiang Xu curved his eyebrows and nodded with a sweet smile, "It's me. I'm the legendary big devil of the Xuan Yue Sect who kills people without blinking an eye and asks the kitchen to make me human flesh and human blood soup when I'm hungry in the middle of the night~"

The atmosphere was so tense that Zhou Xian was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva frequently.

The man who said that he had lived enough and was not afraid of death, now stepped back, showing an obvious fear of death, and even regretted the harsh words he had just said to Jiang Xu.

Who could have thought that the current leader of the martial arts world would get mixed up with a demon cult leader, and Duan Zhufeng even took him with him for revenge.

Seeing Zhou Xian was scared, Jiang Xu felt a sense of evil intent and took a step forward, getting closer and closer. Before he could take another step, his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Duan Zhufeng's voice came into his ears: "Don't get too close to him."

It sounded like the person was afraid that Jiang Xu might get contaminated by something dirty.

Zhou Xian, who had been favored by countless women, twitched his lips slightly. How could he have been humiliated like this?

and many more.

Zhou Xian suddenly had an idea in his mind, and he became more energetic, laughed, and said: