Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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The emperor is critically ill and will return quickly.

Oh, what a serious and terrible word.

It was so frightening that even Brother Jun, who was practicing the ruthlessness of sword cultivation in every hair, saw his pupils constricted suddenly, and fell into an unbelievable shock.

Critical illness, what kind of critical illness is it?Could it be that he was critically ill who sneaked out of the palace three days ago to eat roast suckling pig?

Brother Jun couldn't help but recall three days ago.

On that spring day, Brother Jun rarely flashed back to the south of the Yangtze River after the morning court, stayed for a long time and then flashed back to the palace, ready to let himself, who had been tortured by spinach pink love, breathe a fresh breath of loneliness and enjoy the silence and peace of the deep palace solemn.

Who would have thought that before enjoying the silence for a few steps, you will meet the noise that belongs to the mortal world only at the corner.

Is it love?Is it the love-hate relationship and love-hate entanglement caused by the annoying stinky younger brothers?

Ah no, it's not.

It was his father, the old man of the imperial family, who was still strong and strong even though he was entering old age, and was sought after by women who liked to mature.

He, Gu Yichuan, a generation of prosperous Emperor Wu, tried to climb out of the palace on that bright spring day to eat roast suckling pig, but was caught on the spot by the old censor who had already squatted outside the palace wall, and then he was reprimanded.

That's all for training, but his good elder brother Gu Jun witnessed the whole process.

God, what a skilled censor, what a miserable father.

He was so tragic that he was obviously a great emperor, but he wanted to eat a roast suckling pig and was slammed by the old censor. In the end, he could only go back to the palace to complain to his empress.

However, the beautiful queen empress ignored him.

Over the years, she has opened a beauty shop with her good sisters of the French king who opened a singing and dancing hall outside the palace.Sisters come up with ideas, she contributes money, and now the initial investment has been returned to the day when it is profitable. She earns a lot of oil, and she has no intention of caring about the suckling pig.

The great emperor was full of grief and indignation, and went to look for his eldest son who had witnessed everything.At that time, Brother Jun, who was still breathing the lonely air in the imperial garden, was caught and taken to a corner of the garden, unwilling to dodge, and watched a touching and bitter scene titled "The Emperor Has Tears, Not Flicking Lightly, and Flicking is Too Bitter." .

Brother Jun has to admit that his father's acting skills have become more and more superb during his temporary residence in the south of the Yangtze River, to the point that a simple movie star is no longer enough to describe his strength.

Father, he is really good at acting, whether it is the tear that hangs in the corner of his eye for a long time, or the pair of eyes that seem to be calm but full of emotion, every part and every breath of him is so affectionate and full of emotion. Shang, people can't help but bring themselves into it, into the pain that is like the passing of a true love.

Yes, love.

A beloved named suckling pig.

Brother Jun is numb.

I was paralyzed by my father's acting skills and angry crying.

As the saying goes, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, just like Brother Jun who is a sword repairman and his father who is an emperor.

To this day, Brother Jun still can't understand the death of his father's suckling pig, but the young man knows that the middle-aged man who can cry for a long time for a pig hugging the eldest son's thigh is really unlikely to be the kind of person who is seriously ill and dying material.

Well, it was an afternoon.

From the bright sun to the sunset, it was a complete afternoon.

Even the most contrived young concubine in the palace doesn't have the energy to cry.

But what about the father?That man could still go to review the memorial after crying, happy and excited, holding Jiangnan desserts from the sleeve of Hao Daer who was exhausted physically and mentally, a few cups of tea and a bunch of memorials for all night. one night.

Such a father, in just three days, he is seriously ill?

Who is seriously ill?Seriously ill with no motivation to eat without snacks?

What is he trying to do?Does he want to let go of power?Do you want to be as bad as your stinky brothers?

Brother Jun stared deeply at the note in his hand, then thought again.

Although his father often seemed a little watery in his mind, he was still a generation of reliable emperors who expanded their territories.

The father is strong and healthy, and he is still in his prime. It stands to reason that this is the time when the desire to control power is at its peak.Decentralization, moreover, to the crown prince who can most justifiably seize power...

Brother Jun consulted the royal family records of the past dynasties, and felt that this possibility should be unlikely.

In this way, how could the father be seriously ill?It was only three days—

Wait a minute, three days?

Brother Jun suddenly thought of his ninth sister.

At the beginning, his ninth sister seemed to be the same way. A few days ago, she was still a lively pineapple head. If she didn't pay attention, she was dying, and finally died.

Time, also three days.

Three days, what if?What if father and emperor suddenly encountered everything as terrible as Jiumei's back then?

Brother Jun thought of those people who were in a group in the court.Now those forces have been cut off a large part, without the complicated root system that entangled Dayu everywhere, but in the final analysis, the main body headed by them is not dead, it is in the imperial city.

Brother Jun couldn't help but feel his heart tense, and in an instant he came to the royal father's bedroom.

so quiet.

From the first moment he arrived, Brother Jun felt something strange in the bedroom.

It stands to reason that the imperial father's bedroom should be guarded by palace guards at all times.Even if the emperor himself is not there, the servants and maids on duty should be busy, so as to ensure that the palace can welcome the return of its master in the most perfect state at any time.In addition, there should be guards outside the door to prevent idlers from breaking in.

But at this time, neither the palace servants nor the guards were in their proper positions.

Everywhere was quiet, and the bed curtains on the dragon bed that were always open during the day were also scattered and closed tightly, tightly covering everything on the dragon bed.

Suddenly, a faint scent wafted towards Brother Jun.Weird, with the unique sweetness after something is burned.

Brother Jun suddenly frowned, and with one stride, he came to the dragon bed without a sound, and suddenly lifted the closed bed curtain to look inside——

Good guy.

Really good guy.

His father, the one who said in the letter that he was critically ill, was indeed lying on the dragon bed at this moment, dressed in single clothes, with a pale complexion and a dying and weak look.

Weak, with roast chicken in his mouth.

Yes, roast chicken.

Grilled, juicy and still steaming roast chicken.

Bright, even the air has become quiet.

The father turned his head, with a chicken wing in his mouth, staring at his beloved son.

He felt it, the fatal suffocation.

It was an extremely dangerous feeling. He had been away for a long time. The last time he felt it was on the chaotic battlefield in his early years. At that time, he was facing the most terrifying opponent in his life. The wolf king general he died in battle.

What a familiar feeling, as eeriely familiar as back then.

No, it is worse than before.

Even at this moment, the father's brain stopped thinking.

Brother Jun stretched out two fingers, and calmly rubbed his father's pale face with some years of wind and frost.

He withdrew his hand and looked down——

His fingertips were whiter and smelled like roses.

Very good, it is a new fragrance powder developed by the queen mother and her little sisters.

Then, Brother Jun leaned down again, and at an extremely slow speed, slowly, slowly lifted the sheet that covered the dragon bed under the father's bed.

He looked down.

Sure enough, he saw a middle-aged man in private clothes humbly huddled under the dragon bed, raised his head, and met his eyes.

Brother Jun knew this hunk, and he was very familiar with him.

He is one of his uncles, and he is also a well-known person in the court today. He is famous as the head of military generals who command many barracks, soldiers and horses, and generalissimo.

Since brother Jun was a child, he has always been the military marshal who smuggled food out of the palace for his father.

The macho marshal looked at his nephew's deep and handsome eyes, and silently hugged himself tightly.

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The macho marshal poked his head out from under the bed, quietly grabbed Brother Jun's robe, "Nephew Jun."

Brother Jun, who was standing up straight, did not lower his head, and gave him a squinting look.

The macho marshal was very sincere, "If I said that I didn't bring the roast chicken, would you believe me?"

Brother Jun looked at him gravely, but didn't speak.

But his eyes already said everything, that cold, sharp divine light that seemed to be able to tear people into pieces on the spot.

Obviously, he didn't believe it, and he was still watching coldly, watching his father and his brother argue.

Is that just sophistry?No, this is the dying struggle of two hunks.

And it's a struggle that won't do anything and will cause them to die even worse.

At this moment, he was so cold and terrifying, like an emotionless god looking at the ants that were stepping into the abyss of death.

Heartless, unintentional, indifferent.

The macho Marshal climbed out of the bed and hugged his head.

The great father also put down his beloved roast chicken, and grabbed his son's sleeve religiously.

Brother Ai Zijun glanced at his father's oily mouth, and then at his own sleeves that were covered with oil.

He raised his hand expressionlessly.

Calmly, he punched his father on the stomach.

Die.

The thief who wiped his hands on his sleeve.

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Father "shua" suddenly two white tears fell on his face.

Oh, Aiko's punch really hurts.

Now, isn't it really going to be critically ill?

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The macho marshal hugged his head: Take it easy!Uncle, I have to go to court tomorrow, so don't slap me in the face!