Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

Seeing Yan Fengyang who led the troops rushing in, the emperor continued to write on the paper without any surprise: "I finally knew that such a day would come, but Yan Fengyang, no matter what, I will poison you and hurt your legs." I am not the one who was hurt."

"You don't need to explain it to me..." Yan Fengyang said coldly, "After all, everything didn't go as you wished."

Seeing Yan Fengyang like this, the emperor smiled and said: "Yan Fengyang, Yan Fengyang, do you know who poisoned your leg and your personal guards killed a large number of people in order to protect you? Hahaha , it's the little prince, the one you put on top of your heart!"

Lu Zicha, who had just arrived at the scene, suddenly heard someone talking badly about him, and he thought to himself: Fortunately, I'm here, otherwise these people would definitely think of ways to slander him.

Huang Chi's manpower is too weak, and has been subdued by Yan Fengyang's people.Now the imperial palace is full of people who talk a lot, and Lu Zicha spent a lot of energy, talking about it, understanding it with reason and empathy, and finally got Yan Fengyang's guards to agree to let him in.

Just listening to the inside of the room, the emperor said: "I specially selected a man who is similar in stature to the young prince and sent it to your house. I didn't expect this man to be Shun'er."

"However, Yan Fengyang, what you definitely don't know is that Shun'er is my man, and your leg is the poison he personally planted. Think about his unusual actions, although I don't know how he did it. My people assigned him the task, but every time he can complete it very well."

Isn't it just that box of ointment, a pill?

Lu Zicha thought to himself, he has dealt with everything, and Yan Fengyang didn't let Yan Fengyang touch him at all, so why did he hurt him?

As he was thinking like this, he was about to rush out to confront the old emperor when he saw Huang Chi holding a sword and slaying behind Yan Fengyang.

Lu Zicha quickly picked up the dagger and rushed over, the sharp blade collided with the sharp blade, making a "hum" sound.

Huang Chi's martial arts ability is not low, and the strength of this blow is so fierce that it actually shocked Lu Zicha back five steps.

Seeing that he actually took his own knife, Huang Chi said coldly: "My dear Uncle Huang, I have clearly arranged everything. You should be dead at the beginning, why are you looking for me with such a haunted spirit?" come back?"

"What?" Lu Zicha frowned, "Could it be you who hurt me back then?"

Huang Chi jumped up and stabbed Yan Fengyang's chest straight with the long knife, the two of them fought inseparably for a moment.

The emperor had already been restrained by Yan Fengyang's people, but at this moment, a eunuch with a wrinkled face and extremely strong internal force unexpectedly emerged from the curtain behind the dragon chair.

His loose eyelids slightly lifted, his eyes remained unmoved, the fly whisk in his hand was suddenly released, and flew out behind Yan Fengyang.

That blow was extremely powerful, containing extremely strong internal force, and its speed was comparable to that of a bullet.

Pupils shrunk, Lu Zicha flew onto Yan Fengyang's back without hesitation, and the hard and sharp handle of the dust whisk penetrated his body.

"Yan Fengyang, be careful!!"

In the struggle between Yan Fengyang and Huang Chi, before he could turn his head, he felt a warm and moist liquid on his back.

With angry eyes and wide eyes, holding a long knife in his hand like a Shura, he suddenly used the knife mixed with the extremely strong internal force to blast Huang Chi out, and the flying Huang Chi hit the pillar in front of the hall, Suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Yan Fengyang turned his head and hugged Lu Zicha's body that was about to slip, his eyes were glaring blood red, his hands were covered with sticky blood, he didn't dare to touch the whisk that penetrated Lu Zicha's body, and he didn't even dare to hug him tightly , for fear that the blood would bleed more: "Xiaocha, why are you bleeding? Huh? Let's go back, let's go back now, I'll find someone to save you."

He didn't turn his head back, and saw the old eunuch behind him rushing towards him again, but was held back by dozens of guards from Yan Fengyang who rushed in after hearing the heart-piercing shouts from inside.

Yan Fengyang didn't know what he was doing now, he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that the loud voice would scare away the soul of the light person in his arms, he got up slowly with Lu Zicha in his arms, and took big steps Walking towards the door: "Hey, let's go now, I'll find someone to save you, you'll be fine."

He lost a lot of blood, and Lu Zicha's lips were already turning white. He smiled with difficulty, and said slowly: "Yan, Yan Fengyang... Today... Poetry meeting, I haven't written a poem for you yet."

"I know, I know..." Yan Fengyang's tears slowly rolled down, and he kept saying, "Lu Zicha, hold on, you have to believe me, you won't die, I won't let you dead."

Seeing Yan Fengyang so flustered for the first time, Lu Zicha finally opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice was a little out of breath, and said in a breathy voice: "There is an ancient poem that goes: "Report to the emperor on the golden platform, and support the jade dragon for You die." I die for you, I... have no regrets. "

The hands that were clasped were loosened just like that, the heartbeat of the person in his arms disappeared, and the last trace of warm breathing also stopped abruptly.

Touching that cold cheek and looking at Lu Zicha's slightly closed eyes reminded him repeatedly, making Yan Fengyang finally understand that one thing, that is, he is the most pathetic person in the world at this moment today. .

His legs went limp, he staggered, and finally sat down on the ground holding Lu Zicha's body, and shouted hoarsely: "Lu Zicha!"

Those who heard the hoarse roar felt unbearable.

The most painful thing in the world is the loss of a loved one.

Tears fell on Lu Zicha's face, Yan Fengyang closed his eyes, he lifted Lu Zicha's sleeve, pretending that he was wiping away the tears for himself.

He slowly put the corpse in his arms on the ground, and lightly touched the eyelids that would not open again with his lips: "Just wait, I'm going to avenge you."

When Yan Fengyang turned around, he took the sword handed over by the guard at the side, looking at the chaos in front of him, a trace of madness and fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Pointing the long sword at the eunuch who had been restrained, Yan Fengyang's voice trembled: "Today, none of you will be left, and you will all be buried for him."

As if venting his anger, he stabbed the eunuch's body one after another with his sword, but avoided the vital points, Yan Fengyang's hands and face were spattered with blood.

Seeing him like this, the people next to him couldn't help reminding him: "General, this man is dead. But what should the emperor and the second highness do?"

"Of course they are buried together!"

"General, but if this continues, some people will say that you have killed too much, that you are a tyrant..."

Yan Fengyang didn't even look at that person, and said coldly: "I will kill anyone who stands in my way!"

Nobody said anything more.