The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

"What about Yanyan and me?" Wen Xian in the back row was afraid that she would stand behind a group of people who were taller than her. Qi Meng didn't see her, so she raised her hands lively.

Seeing her agitated expression of ignorance and interest, Qi Meng frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Why are you here to join in the fun? This is not a fight between dozens of gangsters in the rivers and lakes. Thousands of troops will fight with swords and swords. When the time comes Who can take care of you in the midst of chaos.”

She glanced at the crowd, her phoenix eyes were slightly angry: "Who told the two of them to come?"

Wen Xian snorted with dissatisfaction on her face, raised her chin towards Ling Luzhou, and instantly betrayed the person who called her: "He can participate, why can't I? My aunt's martial arts are not weak. Yanyan has also practiced martial arts. A few ordinary soldiers must have no problem protecting themselves."

Her round eyes were shining brightly, and she looked excited and expectant: "This is treason, maybe I can only see it once in this life."

Fearing that Qi Meng would refuse, she quickly grabbed Yang Wentuo's arm: "At that time, there will be thousands of troops fighting everywhere, and there will be arrows and arrows everywhere, right? Although my martial arts are not as good as the two of them, my aunt will watch all directions and listen to you." In all directions, cold arrows flying from any place can be blocked."

She raised her soft silver whip in her hand: "Brother Aji, I will stand next to you at that time and help you block the hidden arrows. You can concentrate on the affairs in front of you, and you don't have to be distracted to guard against the hidden weapons that will come from nowhere. stab in the back."

Yang Wentuo smiled softly, and said to Qi Meng: "Let them go. It would be good to have more experience. Zhan Luan can only be understood by seeing it with his own eyes. I will watch them a little bit then."

Qi Meng glanced at him and acquiesced.

She turned to the map on the table again: "Shuofang's army has secretly surrounded the capital. At that time, the palace will catch fire, and they will contain the camp on the outskirts of Beijing. The news of the mutiny spread to all states. If someone wants to lead troops into King Qin, at least he must After one month. And we only need seven days, as long as we defend the imperial city within seven days, and you are crowned emperor, everything will be settled."

Yang Wentuo gave a faint smile and didn't say a word.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the death of the emperor and the death knell.

At this time, a servant from the palace rushed in, not even able to salute in time: "Your Highness, the situation in the palace has changed, and my father-in-law asks you to stay calm."

Qi Meng's face sank: "What's going on?"

Before the little servant could speak in the future, the guards of the palace had already entered to report that the imperial decree came from the palace.

Yang Wentuo's warm eyes flashed a cold and sharp gleam instantly, exuding a menacing power all over his body, he and Qi Meng exchanged glances, and they left the Tianwu Hall together.

The order received was naturally that the emperor recover from illness and invite the prince and all civil and military officials into the palace to have an audience.

Yang Wentuo and his entourage hurried into the palace, and the emperor's bedroom with red walls and golden tiles gradually came into view.

The officials who had arrived earlier knelt down at the door of the sleeping hall in order against the scorching sun at noon.

The head servant stood outside the door, his vacillating eyes showed the anxiety in his heart.

Seeing King Linyuan coming, he hurriedly took him to a corner outside the hall where no one was around, and whispered to him.

"What's going on?" Yang Wentuo's eyes flashed a cold light.

Time was running out, and the chief servant said concisely: "There is a fairy who gave His Majesty an elixir, and he recovered immediately."

He added in a faint voice: "I was going to die soon."

Yang Wentuo's words were cold and icy, like an unsheathed frost knife and wind sword: "Didn't I order people to surround the bedroom, and don't let those messy gods and Taoists go in?"

"He, he flew from the sky." A few drops of cold sweat broke out on the manager's head, "No one knows what's going on. He's in the bedroom right now. Be careful when you go in later, those plans are unpredictable." Don't be noticed."

When Yang Wentuo returned to the main entrance of the main hall from the corner of the shadowy bedroom, Qi Meng and Yang Huiyu had already knelt down at the door with all the officials.

As their foreign ministers, they cannot enter the emperor's palace.

Yang Wentuo walked past Qi Meng calmly and strode into the bedroom.

There are already a group of concubines and the first prince and grandson kneeling inside.

The bedroom was unusually quiet. The smoke from the incense was as thick as water, slowly flowing out from the golden censer, and the gray smoke settled at the feet of everyone, flowing indistinctly, covering the nanmu floor in the bedroom.

The hall was a little stuffy, but the atmosphere was strangely cold.

Do not raise your head in front of the emperor in the world, Yang Wentuo secretly raised his eyes to take a look.

The ninth-five-year-old is wearing a bright yellow tunic, sitting on the dragon couch.His complexion was yellowish, his complexion was average but he was full of energy, he was completely different from the dying old man before him, as if he was ten years younger.

The pale fingers hidden in the big sleeves of the boa robe were tightly clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of the hand were fully visible.

Yang Wentuo bent his knees, knelt down slowly, and said to greet his father.

The emperor in the world turned a deaf ear, still raised his head and whispered something to the person behind the side screen, without looking at him.

All the concubines and princes and grandsons knelt under the dragon couch in silence. After a while, several princes came.

After half a cup of tea, all the relatives and relatives of the emperor who were supposed to enter the palace arrived, and the emperor of the world slowly got up and introduced to the worshiping crowd: "This one is a true immortal from the upper world."

The attitude is not as grand as it is to others.

In front of the high-powered real immortals of the upper realm, even the ninth-five-year-old in the world bowed his head and bowed his head, as humble and obedient as an old dog.

The person behind the Jinyu screen is facing away, only his back can be seen.

He is extremely tall, with a straight waist and a long back, and he is tall and tall, wearing a snow-clean Taoist robe.I don't know what kind of material the Taoist robe is made of, but there are brilliant dark patterns floating on it, shining against the sunlight.

There is a bun on the head, with a gold and jade hair crown, and the black hair hangs down behind him like a black waterfall.

Standing with his hands behind his back, the upper realm's true immortal has a detached figure, and his immortal energy is lingering and his attitude is natural.

Hearing the introduction of the emperor in the world, he turned around slowly.

Ordinary people kneeling on the ground finally got to see the holy face of this true fairy.

His facial features are extremely handsome, even compared to the most beautiful woman in the world.

There is a domineering and domineering air in the eyebrows and eyes, and the beauty is so gorgeous that it doesn't look like a fairy god, but like a ghost in a painting that confuses people's hearts.

His stern eyes, who looked down on all beings for the rest of his life, glanced sideways at the crowd, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Wentuo was startled for a moment.

Soon, he calmly and half lowered his sharp and bright eyes.

The clenched fist hidden in the big sleeve of the boa robe was clenched even tighter, and the white and moist five fingers drew bloodstains in the pale palm.

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Both fell off the horse.