Tyrant and his crying baby bottle

As soon as the official seal of the city guard was dropped, the fake Huotou army just pretended to be a private doctor.He was quite complacent, and he didn't expect that he could have a hand in any industry.

The doctors who passed the review followed the palace staff into the inner courtyard of the palace, and after several security inspections, they arrived at the destination—the side hall of the Holy Harmony Palace, waiting to see the Holy Mother.

Others were discussing the disease, guessing what kind of disease the Virgin Mary had, and why even the imperial doctor couldn't cure it.But Zang Gong left the gate of the palace with a convenient reason, ready to find his target.

In this palace, outsiders are not allowed to walk around at will, he can only wait outside the hut.After waiting for a long time, finally a Royal Forest Army arrived.The Imperial Forest Army wears light armor and half-face helmets, and can patrol the palaces and halls. It is the most suitable replacement.

The fake doctor said, "Are you busy, Mr. Jun?"

The Yulin Army was about to untie his pants, when he heard the words, he glanced at him displeasedly, "What do you think?"

The fake doctor said: "I think you are busy too, but I can tell you to take a break for a while, just in case you pee your pants."

"What did you say?" Yu Linjun was about to interrogate him, but was suddenly hit by a force on the neck, and he fell unconscious before he had time to react.

Zang Gong took off his clothes and changed them himself.Although it is a little small, it is much looser than Erbao's clothes, and he can barely wear it.He dragged the Imperial Forest Army into the grass to hide, picked up the weapon, and walked towards Shenghui Palace.

Shenghui Palace is the residence of the king. In the past, when he rarely had free time, he would stay in the palace and ponder the art of war. His younger brother, who was three years younger, would also join in the fun at his desk, asking him what this meant and what that meant. It was cold When it is hot, I lean over and use myself as a stove to keep warm. When it is hot, I hold a box of ice beside me to help fan the wind.

Looking back now, it's all irony.

The Shenghui Palace is resplendent and magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings. It seems to be extremely lively today. The Imperial Forest Army and palace people come in and out.

What's the matter, Emperor Hengwen passed away?

It so happened that another line of imperial guards came, followed by Zang Gong into Shenghui Palace, and went straight to the entrance of the main hall.I saw monks sitting all over the ground in the main hall, the head one was in charge of knocking wooden fish, and the rest sang Buddhist scriptures in unison.A luxurious altar was placed in front of it, and there was a spirit tablet on the altar, and his name, Emperor Yuanwu, was clearly engraved on the spirit tablet.

Hehe, is this celebrating the anniversary of "Punishing Violence", or celebrating his death anniversary?Or is it because he is afraid that he will come out to make trouble at the anniversary festival, so he specifically finds the mage to take over the place?

It's an indescribable feeling.

The soldier of the Royal Forest Army next to him lifted his helmet and wiped his tears, looking a little sad.Zang Gong folded his arms to watch the excitement, and asked him, "Why are you crying? Are you an acquaintance?"

Xiao Bing said, "No. Don't you think it's very touching?"

"Is knocking wooden fish moving or singing Buddhist scriptures moving?"

"Of course it is the Holy Master's heart that is touching!"

After talking with this little soldier, Cang Gong realized that this was really an anniversary ceremony for him.Emperor Hengwen specially set up a case to burn incense in the palace where he lived, and also invited eminent monks to requiem his soul, and ordered that all palace personnel and soldiers, regardless of their rank, come to offer incense and pay homage during the seventh "seven" of this year. The theory of rebellion.

Zang Gong's brows twitched slightly, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing how to react.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the Shenghui Palace, which was supposed to be moved by the new emperor, is not inhabited at all. The beds, tables, chairs and other objects are still the same as before, as if they were reserved to commemorate the predecessors.

what is this?

This is different from what he expected.

"The rhythm is good." The little soldier beside him grabbed his attention.

"Huh?" Only then did Zang Gong realize that his toes were tapping the ground in the rhythm of knocking wooden fish, so he said nonsense, "I used to be a member of the folk art troupe - red and white things suona class, and I have a bit of a foundation."

"I can't see that you are quite versatile."

Xiao Bing put the helmet back on his face, intending to pay homage to the late emperor, and even arranged his demeanor, asking Zang Gong to help him check whether he was dignified or not.

Tibetan bow said: "Is this necessary? That is a tyrant."

Xiao Bing said, "Why are you so superficial? This is the closest we are to the late emperor! Hey, I really want to be born a few years earlier, join the army earlier, and then go to war with the late emperor."

Tibetan bow came to the interest.All the people in the world scolded him, but this little soldier wanted to go to war with him, what a strange thing.He said: "What's so good about fighting, the head is on the blade, and I don't know when it will be cut off."

Xiao Bing said: "I can see that you have never been to the front line. Anyone who has been to the front line knows that with a lord who is brave and resourceful, and dares to risk the world's disgrace, the spine is straight even after death. What's more, the late emperor is so powerful. , put down the rebellion, fix the world, be invincible in all battles, that is a role model for soldiers!"

Zang Gong laughed, as if he had been instructed unintentionally.The Central Seventh Army has fought with him on the battlefield for many years, maybe he has the same idea as this little soldier?

Regardless of the other armies, if the fifth and seventh armies are still led by Cheng Ming and Ying Yu, it will definitely not be a problem to take them back.

The Tibetan bow suddenly became enlightened, and it flicked on the soldier's helmet, and said: "Where is this place, you are not afraid of being blocked if you say this."

Xiao Bing quickly covered his mouth when he heard the words, but unfortunately he couldn't hold it back for a while, and said in a low voice: "I don't know what others think, anyway, I want to go to the front line, so what's the point of staying in Wangcheng."

Cang Gong said: "That's because you haven't seen the world yet, Xinye. If you really get used to being outside, you'll know that there is no good home anywhere."

Xiaobing said: "But the royal palace is not a home. No matter how magnificent and grand it is, it is just a bigger house, and there is no family waiting for me inside."

Zang Gong paused for a while, and thought of Xiao Er Bao again for no reason.Xiao Erbao said that Nanxi Village is his home, and the squirrels and scalpers are his family members. I don’t know if he also hoped that the word “family” could be more closely related to “people” in the dead of night.

In fact, it’s okay, animals are sometimes more affectionate than humans.Thinking that he died in the middle way at a young age, had no parents and no children, and the brothers in the middle were the ones who slaughtered him with his own hands. The only thing he can count on is an invisible and intangible person with a white head.But who knows if he will have such good luck in his life.

Cang Gong said lightly: "Me neither."

I want to have it, I want it.

The dark tide is raging inside the palace, but the outside of the palace is peaceful and peaceful.It would be even better if people didn't have to wash dishes.

Er Bao squatted by the pool, wearing a small lace apron, and complained to the squirrel, "This apron is for women."

The squirrel huddled in the back, not knowing what it was doing, and replied, "Stop making noise, and go home early after washing."

Er Bao thought to himself that the salary of a dishwashing worker is only three taels, four taels to eight hundred cash is enough for him to work for a month and a half plus three days.

He rubbed his nose and sneezed, "Pfft, I think someone is missing me."

The squirrel said, "I didn't miss you, but cursed you. The dog general did it."

Er Bao thinks it's impossible, people who do great things don't have time to curse others, no matter what they do is good or bad.

But if that guy really won't even mention his own words, it seems too hurtful, after all, I have raised him for a few days.

"He has no conscience," Er Bao muttered, "Then I will curse him too, that he will never be able to marry a wife or give birth to a baby in his life."

The innocent man who had been cursed was standing in front of the altar, burning a handful of incense.He was probably suffocated by the smoke, and even sneezed several times, almost blowing out the candle.

He bowed three times to his memorial tablet, and murmured in a low voice: "I really should bring Xiao Erbao, and see if he dares to scold in front of the 'tyrant'."

The little soldier behind him poked him secretly, "Everyone lights three sticks of incense, so if you light one, it's too much."

Tibetan bow said: "I have a lot of wishes, and I can't do less."

Xiao Bing said, "This is worshiping the late emperor, not Bodhisattva."

Zang Gong said: "It is only after worshiping the first emperor that the Bodhisattva can give away his wife and children, but he can't care about cutting off children and grandchildren."

Xiao Bing was surprised, "You! Your heart is so vicious!"

Tibetan bow: "Ha ha ha ha."

Xiao Bing: "How dare you laugh!"

Cang Gong didn't just dare to laugh, even if he climbed onto the altar, there was nothing wrong with him.Incense yourself, it's really not the usual sourness.

It happened that there was a big palace lady passing by outside, and told the new little palace lady when to get up every day, when to gather dew, and when to make tea, and repeatedly emphasized that the holy master's calming tea must be delivered to Shengyang Palace three times a day on time, otherwise the holy master will not be able to sleep at night sleep well.

Then Zang Gong followed, pretending to be on patrol, and turned to Shengyang Palace.

Shengyang Palace is the palace bestowed by Emperor Yuanwu when Emperor Hengwen named Hengyang King. He has lived in it all these years and has not moved since he ascended the throne.At this time, Emperor Hengwen was reviewing the papers in the hall, when he suddenly heard a report from outside the hall.

"Report to the Holy Master, there is news from the Holy Harmony Palace."

Emperor Hengwen was overjoyed and ordered to come in immediately.Considering that the Virgin Mary's illness should not be heard by the palace people, they deliberately turned away the left and right, and explained that no one should be allowed to enter without summoning.

"How is it? Is there someone who can cure my mother?" The thin and haggard king came out from behind the imperial case. The fatigue on his face was wiped away by the appearance of the Imperial Forest Army. Shoulder.

He has been well protected by his father and brother since he was a child, and he has always been wary of the people around him. In addition, the people who come here are announcing good news, so he is even more ignorant of respect and etiquette.Unexpectedly, the imperial guard raised his head to look directly at him without permission, took off his helmet and tore off the long scar on his face without permission.

In an instant, Emperor Hengwen was scared back by this face, and his three souls lost his seven souls—this face, what kind of Imperial Forest Army, seemed to be the face of his dead brother Wang!

"Your Majesty, my subordinates are here to deliver good news," the owner of this face said, ignoring his panic, approaching step by step, and spreading his palms towards him, "The Holy Mother is cured, and look at this What is it?"

Emperor Hengwen's gaze moved down slowly with his movements, as stiff as a puppet on a string.I saw a glazed porcelain vase lying in the palm of his hand. Inside the porcelain vase were a few white and powdery pills, with a scent of glutinous rice.

He said: "This thing can save your mother's life, so don't say anything if you want it, but if anyone walks in, I will destroy your mother's hope of living with my own hands, just like you... destroyed me with your own hands. "