[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

At the beginning of the fourth year of Jingkang, the emperor fell ill and was recuperating in Funing Palace.

In May of the fourth year of Jingkang, the Supreme Emperor Zhao Ji died of illness, and the emperor died of hemoptysis. The whole court was panicked. Fortunately, after the full rescue of the entire Tai Hospital, the crisis was finally turned into safety.

In the same month, Zhao Gou, king of Kang, asked for an order to go to the imperial mausoleum voluntarily and observe filial piety for three years.Emperor Yun.

It is early summer now, but Yan Jingbai is still wrapped in a thick robe, leaning on the low bed.

The doors and windows in the hall were closed tightly, and the incense burner was lit in the empty incense burner, and white smoke curled up.

His long jet-black hair was scattered over his shoulders in a mess, making his complexion pale as paper, which was definitely not the complexion that a healthy person would have.

Yan Jingbai was holding a book in his hand, but his attention was obviously not on the book, and his slightly distracted eyes did not know what he was thinking.

If it were someone else, they would never bother the emperor at such a time, but Conglong Yinwei was obviously not an example.

The thin man in black handed over the news he had just received respectfully, and after a while, he heard a burst of clear and joyful laughter.

Yan Jingbai was very happy, his originally pale complexion turned a blush because of his excitement.

The snow-white paper was slightly wrinkled due to the trembling of the fingertips.

Wanyan Wu Qimai finally died!

That old guy is finally dead!After all, he died in front of him!

Yan Jingbai almost couldn't help but slapped the table and praised three times "good death"!

Wu Qimai was the second emperor of the Jin Dynasty. He was also an ambitious emperor who wanted to merge the Song Dynasty into the territory of the Jin people. He was also a capable, resourceful, and capable emperor.It can be said that although Yan Jingbai has never met him, this person is him, the greatest enemy of Song Dynasty!

Now that the Jin Dynasty is without him, it is like a toothless tiger, and the soon-to-be successor Wang Sun Wanyan is just a child with no hair yet, so why should he be afraid of it!

Yan Jingbai coughed a few times, and ordered: "If Wanyan Wu begs for money and dies, the court of the Jin Dynasty will be in chaos. Although Wanyan has complete inheritance rights, he is still a child after all, and not everyone obeys him. Let Lurk People in the Jin Dynasty add more fire, and the more chaotic the Jin people, the better for us."

The man bowed and should be.

Yan Jingbai thought for a while, and wrote another letter to Gu Xichao. He would be a fool if he didn't take advantage of such a rare opportunity!

In June of the fourth year of Jingkang, Emperor Wanyan Wu Qimai of the Kingdom of Jin died, and Grand Marshal Wanyan Zongwang led the army to retreat, ending the three-year confrontation with the Song Dynasty.

Because of the hasty retreat, Gu Xichao, who was guarding the north, seized the timing accurately and was caught off guard.

Although Wanyan Zongwang was very experienced and barely controlled the situation, he himself was injured by stray arrows in the battlefield. After a few days, his injuries worsened and he passed away.

Gu Xichao took advantage of this opportunity and ordered a fierce attack. The Jin people were defeated and retreated steadily. In the end, only [-] people fled back to Zhongdu.This is the first real disastrous defeat of the Golden Army, which is famous for its bravery!

After the news spread, the Song Dynasty was naturally rejoiced and beaming.Although the Jin people went from shock to disbelief to anger, they couldn't spare the time to teach the weak Song Dynasty a vicious lesson.

Wu Qimai died suddenly. Although Wan Yanzhen was the grandson of the emperor and the orthodox heir to the throne, he was still young and had no prestige, so he couldn't suppress those forces that were about to move.

Finally, Wanyan Yin sat on the throne with the assistance of Wanyan Zongqian, Wanyan Zongbi and other nobles and relatives, but that was only a few months later.

And after a series of open and covert struggles, the court of the Kingdom of Jin was also seriously injured.

Jing'an Wang Gu Xichao took this opportunity to lose consecutively to the pensioners, and took back the Sixteen States of Yanyun, which had been lost for more than 100 years.

When the news came, the entire Song Dynasty was in a state of excitement, even worse than when the Jin people were defeated for the first time. The imperial court no longer questioned Gu Xichao, and the common people even called him the God of War!

Regarding this, Yan Jingbai just closed the battle report and smiled quietly.

The sixteen prefectures of Yanyun were the barriers of the Song Dynasty. If they were taken back, the Jinren would no longer have their natural advantages. Every time the Jinren's iron hooves took a step south, they would have to pay countless corpses.

What's more, the northern border still guards Gu Xichao, the newly released god of war in Song Dynasty!

Inside the Funing Palace, it was dignified and solemn, and there was a bitter smell of medicine and the fragrance of calming incense in the air.

After Yan Jingbai finished drinking the medicine, he slowly leaned back to the head of the bed under the service of the palace servants.

There is still a strong bitterness in the taste buds, and now he really wants to have something to remove the taste in his mouth, but he can't say it out of face.

He coughed a few times, and said to Fang Yingkan and Zhuge Zhengwo who were looking at him with worried and distressed faces: "Don't worry, both of you, I'm fine."

It's nothing, it's obviously terminally ill, Zhuge Zhengwo is full of regret, this man is the savior of Song Dynasty, the real master of ZTE, if he dies young, it will be a loss to the people of the world.

His heart was sour, his eyes were red, he only bent his back deeply, and said: "Please take care of yourself, the official!"

Yan Jingbai sighed, "I know it! I will cooperate with the imperial physician to treat it well, and I will trouble the two lovers for matters in the court."

"Don't worry, officials!" Zhuge Zhengwo said solemnly every word.

Yan Jingbai told Zhuge Zheng me to leave after a few more words, even the servants around him waved back, leaving only one person to watch.

The two looked at each other for a while, Yan Jingbai really didn't have the energy to confront him, so he said directly: "Speak, what's your business?"

Fang Ying looked at it with a smile: "Isn't it the officials who kept the ministers here?"

"Isn't it because you have something to say to me alone—"

Before he could say a word, Yan Jingbai coughed violently, and the dark red liquid stained the veil red.

Fang Yingkan's face was ugly and his eyes were complicated, and when he calmed down, he said shyly, "You're going to die!"

Not a question, but a certainty.

Yan Jingbai wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, stuffed the red handkerchief under the pillow, and then said slowly: "Yes, so you should speak quickly if you have something to say."

Fang Yingkan pursed his lips and said after a while, "When will you kill me?"

"Huh?" Yan Jingbai raised his eyebrows: "Fang Qing is going to be buried for me?"

Fang Yingkan sneered: "You are going to die. Your son is not yet ten years old. Don't worry about leaving me, an ambitious person, in this world? Are you afraid that I will take away your son's country one day?"

Yan Jingbai lowered his eyes, and said in a calm voice: "I promised you that if you don't rebel, I won't kill you! You are not rebelling now."

Fang Ying looked moved, "The officials really keep their promises."

The sharp eyes wandered, slowly sweeping across his skinny fingers and red lips, Fang Yingkan said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the officials will never turn against the prince before he is of age."

Yan Jingbai smiled: "If Chen'er is still taken over by you after he grows up, it is also due to his incompetence, which means that he cannot be the emperor at all, and it is not wrong to lose to you!"

Fang Ying looked away, walking with a complicated mind.

How did he not know that his promise was tantamount to giving up that supreme position, but he couldn't help but look at the other party's thin figure.

Deep down in his heart, although he would never admit it, he did admire him for making such an achievement in just a few years.

If it was him, would he be able to do it?

This question may never be answered.

When the people were still immersed in the joy of recovering the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, the news that the emperor was critically ill suddenly spread from the palace, which cast a thick layer of dark clouds over Kaifeng, which was still sunny just now.

The common people are not fools, their hearts are clearer than anyone else, they know who is good to them and who is bad to them.

The current emperor does not increase their taxes, does not allow corrupt officials to rob them of their money and food, does not allow the gold men to bully them, and makes their lives better every year. This is a Mingjun!

And Mingjun's serious illness is naturally a heart-wrenching thing in the hearts of these simple people. Countless people have placed longevity tablets at home, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, so that the officials will get better.

Unfortunately, the wishes of these people did not reach the ears of the gods and Buddhas. The emperor's condition became more and more serious, and every imperial doctor shook his head and sighed, helpless.

Fortunately, the court was relatively stable, and all the civil and military officials were mourning, all of them took care of their duties, which was worthy of Yan Jingbai's training over the years.

When winter came, the emperor's sleepiness became longer and longer, and almost everyone was preparing for his funeral.

Prince Zhao Chen is already eight years old, and he is no longer a child who knows nothing. He endured his grief and stayed in front of the emperor's sick bed, while taking care of the young Shuangshuang, his small face gradually became resolute.

With red eyes, Xiao Shuangshuang nestled obediently in Zhao Chen's arms, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, will Uncle Huang get better?"

Zhao Chen glanced at the sleeping man, nodded fiercely, and said, "I will!"

The soft little hands tightly clenched the bright yellow sleeves, Xiao Shuangshuang's voice choked up, "What about my dad? I want my dad...I miss him..."

Zhao Chen imitated Yan Jingbai, kissed her smooth forehead, and said, "Shuangshuang, don't be afraid, your father is already on his way back, and you will see him soon."

The night was deeper.

Yan Jingbai could hear everything around him. He wanted to open his eyes and talk, but his body didn't cooperate at all. He was like a healthy and active mental body that was forcibly placed in this old and broken room. Inside the shell, there is nothing to do.

Almost annoyed, he asked in his mind: "When will I be able to leave this body and go to the next level?"

Although he doesn't want to face another level he doesn't know, it's better than dragging this body that can't live or die!

"The player's attribute value has not yet reached the standard, and he cannot pass to the next level." A familiar metallic sound rang in his ears.

Yan Jingbai gritted his teeth, "Then what's the difference!"

"The player fumbles by himself, but the system refuses to answer."

Yan Jingbai vomited blood angrily, in fact he really vomited.

When the bright red blood spurted out, the two children were so scared that they cried, and Yan Jingbai finally opened his eyes from the darkness.

He turned his head, and said to the joyful palace man, "Take them... down, don't let them...cough cough, see, see the way I am now..."

Zhao Chen was naturally unwilling, but he was coaxed away obediently by Yan Jingbai's weak "be obedient".

Yan Jingbai waved everyone away, then closed his eyes sleepily, so he didn't notice a black figure standing beside his bed silently like a ghost.

Cold blood pressed his lips tightly, and looked at the person lying on the bed with pain in his eyes.In just two years, is this person already sick?If he came one step later, would we never see him again?

Hot tears slid down his cheeks and dripped on the back of his hand, which was so thin that only the bones remained.

Yan Jingbai suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately met those green eyes that were more dazzling than any emerald in the world.

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly: "You are back after all!"

Leng Xue didn't speak, didn't even make a sound, and didn't even have much expression on his face, but the tears kept falling as if he didn't want money, which made Yan Jingbai's heart tremble.

"Don't cry..." He sighed, and slowly stretched out his hand to help him wipe it, but at critical moments, his body was always not very cooperative, and he lost his strength after stretching halfway.

Leng Xue quickly held the falling hand, pressed it tightly to his tear-stained face, and said in a hoarse voice, "This is the first time I cry..."

"Ah."

"It's also the last time..."

"Okay." Yan Jingbai sighed again.

The dark green eyes looked at him deeply, as if he wanted to keep his current appearance firmly in his heart, and never forget it.Leng Xue suddenly smiled, but slightly raised the corners of his lips, which looked extremely lively and soft.

"I like you."

A hoarse voice sounded, serious and persistent.

This sentence should have been told to him a long time ago, but it was only because of the ruthless words that he said back then that he could bear it. He himself didn't care about the reputation of being a sycophant, so what did other people's thoughts have to do with him!But he had to think about the other party.This man is a rare wise king, and he cannot let him bear the infamy of a faint king.

Yan Jingbai didn't know whether he should make a shocked expression in cooperation, or respond tenderly with "I like you too".

Looking at those painful and stubborn green eyes, in the end he could only give a faint "hmm".

Leng Xue leaned over and kissed lightly on those bloodless lips.

"Ding—the system prompts, the player gets a beautiful kiss, happiness +100, all attributes meet the standard, and successfully enters the next world!"

Yan Jingbai felt the bloody smell gushing from his throat, and his blurred vision was a cold-blooded shocked and painful face, and then he didn't know anything when his eyes went dark.

Before falling asleep, there was only one thought in his mind.

This is - he was kissed to death? ! !