The general shuddered when he heard the words.
General Lou didn't order! It turned out that General Huo couldn't know about this matter!
The general was at a loss for a while, he froze for a long time, and squatted and said: "That is, just a few days ago, the emperor Admiral King Jing stayed in the palace, and there was no more..."
Before he could finish speaking, Huo Wujiu's low and cold voice interrupted him.
"A few days ago?"
The general did not dare to speak any more.
Seeing Huo Wujiao calm down.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and looked down at the general, his knees were frightened by the terrible look.
"A good thing Lou Yue did?" he said.
His tone was still calm, but his voice was squeezed out of his teeth. The appearance of heavy storms in the gloom was even more frightening than when others were furious.
The general hurriedly explained: "General Lou can't help it! The emperor got news somehow, they made a special trip to take the prince away at the Great Court..."
He held the whip in one hand, raised his hand, and motioned the general to shut up.
The general quickly stopped.
He saw Huo Wujiu leading the horse with one hand, turning sideways and tilting his head behind him. The generals leading the army behind him immediately led the way, and the well-trained soldiers were divided into wings and lined up outside the city.
Huo Wujiu turned his head and looked at the general beside him.
"Let Lou Yue hurry to burn incense and worship Buddha. If King Jing has something to do, he won't be able to live." He said with a cold voice, gritted his teeth.
"Go and open the city gate," he said.
—
After that day, the postmaster spent two days in the palace steadily.
But his present day and night are very different from the past. He was so abnormal that he was almost insane, so that everyone around him dared not persuade him, only according to his orders, tell him the situation outside the city every day, and then go to the dungeon to see if King Jing is still angry.
The emperor fought really hard that day.
The emperor hadn't beaten anyone in his entire life. After that day, King Jing, who was lowered from the rope, was almost completely wounded and he passed out. Because of the emperor's order, the people who had been down these days also gave him medicine and food every day. King Jing was fainted when he woke up, but he hung his breath and never died.
Until this morning, the guards who went to the city gate to check the news hurried back to the palace and rushed to the queen lord's bedroom.
"The emperor, it's not good, the emperor!" the guard said anxiously. "The traitor Huo Wujiu has led his troops out of the city! Your lord, you must pack up and escape from the palace!"
But after listening to the main voice: "Isn't there Lou Yue?"
The guard was so anxious that he almost jumped up: "The emperor, General Lou is probably lying to you! The spies by the city gate said, Huo Wujiu's soldiers and horses are listed outside the city, but the soldiers under Lou Yue did not move at all. , Clearly belong to the same group!"
The latter held the wine glass, looked at the swaying liquor inside, and asked calmly for a moment: "Lou Yue also betrayed me?"
The guard's voice was shaking with anxiety, "Now it's too late to say this, my lord! Nothing is more important than your life! You have left the green hills, these rebellious ministers, it is not sooner or later that they will be killed!"
For a time, the people in the palace knelt in a dense crowd, begging the master to run. Even the two Miki, who was leaning on the back of the master, were trembling all over with fright. They were too frightened to gather their robes, and they knelt to the ground in fright.
To this day, if Beiliang's soldiers and horses really invade the imperial city, then no matter whether the emperor is dead or alive, they will not survive.
The latter was drunk and dimly-eyed, sitting there, looking at the people kneeling on the ground in the magnificent palace.
All of their heads were knocked on the ground, and he could only see the lacquered tops of their heads. Although the palace was full of people, he only felt that he was the only one between heaven and earth.
Yes. Although he lied to himself that his uncle went out of the city just to move the soldiers, how could anyone bring his wife and children with him when he moved the soldiers? Although he thought Lou Yue was his last straw, Lou Yue, in the final analysis, lied to him.
Everyone gave up on him.
From the time his father abandoned him like a mess, he will always be a rubbish that nobody wants.
The back master smiled to himself while holding the wine glass.
—
Jiang Suizhou has spent the past few days in chaos.
Fortunately, these people really believed his words and did not dare to let him die easily. Every time he woke up, he forced himself to eat something, and held that breath.
But my body hurts so much.
He has never been beaten since he was a child, let alone a life-threatening beat like this. His whole body was numb from the pain, only to feel that the fiery pain burned into his head all the way like fire, burning his nerves.
I don't know how Huo Wujiu spent that month here.
He was always in a coma, and he didn't know how long it had passed. Until this day, he barely had some consciousness, only to feel that his surroundings were dazzling, and there was a deep scent at the end of his nose, which was completely different from the dungeon he was staying in.
He opened his eyes dimly and felt the dazzling golden light around him.
What is this place
Jiang Suizhou moved and felt his hands tied behind him. He was actually sitting on a chair, his body was very soft, but his wound was hurting from behind.
At this moment, he heard a voice.
"woke up?"
It is the posterity.
Jiang Suizhou reluctantly adapted to the strong light around him, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see that he was sitting in the magnificent palace at this time.
This is the main hall of the queen's bedroom. Under him is a wide dragon chair.
In front of him, there was a royal case that was pushed to the ground, and memorials and books were scattered all over the floor. Under the steps not far in front of him, it was the back master, sitting on the heavy carpet with his legs crossed, his dragon robe open, draped casually, holding a pot of wine in one hand.
Jiang Suizhou frowned and looked at him, wondering what he was going to do.
But when I saw the master smiled and asked him, his tone was drunk: "How, my dragon chair, can I sit comfortably?"
Jiang Suizhou's voice was hoarse and his breath was weak: "What are you going to do?"
But after hearing this, the lord smiled and said: "Don't do anything. I just don't want to die. There are still many things that I haven't seen, so I can't die."
As he said, he wanted to stand up with one hand on the ground, but was tripped by the dragon robe and fell heavily to the ground again.
He didn't mind either.
"Anyway, I am going to watch you die." He said. "And Huo Wujiu. He ruined my country, and I want to watch him die."
As he said, he laughed.
"You don't believe it?" The latter said proudly. "I can't kill him, but someone can kill him for me."
Jiang Suizhou asked in a dumb voice: "Who?"
After the master crossed his legs, he took a sip of wine comfortably.
"His brother," he said with a smile. "If it weren't for his brother, you think you are lucky enough to marry him into the house?"
Hearing this, Jiang Suizhou's mind was sobered by the pain for a moment.
"... What did you say?" he asked.
He was a little anxious for a while, and was choked with coughing. The cough caused him to twitch the wound, and the pain caused him to faint in front of his eyes.
After the Lord drank too much wine at this moment, he couldn't see the strangeness. He only supported the ground with one hand and stood up dangling.
He glanced at Jiang Suizhou.
His graceful court clothes were already torn, and at this time he was stained with old and new blood, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, his face was extremely pale, but he was stained with blood, he looked very embarrassed.
But he gave birth to a good pair of skins. Although this half-dead look is embarrassing, it is indescribably coquettish and beautiful, like an orchid stepped in blood mud.
The back master grinned one corner of his lips and smiled with satisfaction.
He carried the pot with one hand, raised the hem of the dragon robe indiscriminately with the other hand, staggered up to Dan Hong's order, and squatted down in front of the imperial case that was scattered in front of Jiang Suizhou, carrying his robe.
"Unexpectedly?" He rummaged through a mess of books on the ground, and finally turned out a few sheets of paper, swaying in front of Jiang Suizhou.
"See?" he said. "MeSince. Huo Wujiu, the prince brother, sold him to my uncle long ago."
As he said, he sat down on the ground, shaking the pieces of paper and laughing.
"Because he is Huo Wujiu, the God of War of the Liang Dynasty, right? What's the use? Killing his father, even his brother betrayed him." He smiled. "People are like this, not just me."
Jiang Suizhou couldn't care what he said.
He only stared at the sheets of paper.
What did he just say? Is Huo Wujiu's brother betraying him? Huo Wujiu had only one older brother, Huo Yuyan.
For a time, Jiang Suizhou's mind was clear for a moment, and all the questions seemed to have been explained.
Huo Wujiu's sudden defeat, he has been hesitating, even if his legs are healed, he does not easily return to the north, Huo Yuyan, who died early in the history books, and Huo Wujiu who stayed alone at Yangguan to his death...
The original initiator of all this was Huo Yuyan!
Jiang Suizhou's breathing was short, and he struggled on the dragon chair.
But his hands and feet were tied up, no matter how hard he struggled at this time, it was useless.
Jiang Shunheng let go of his hand lightly, and threw the pieces of paper back to the ground.
"Everyone is like this." He said with a smile, raised his head, picked up the empty flask, and poured it into his mouth again.
Jiang Suizhou suddenly exerted great strength and tore a wound on his body. The pain caused him to lean to the side and hit the golden dragon on the armrest of the dragon chair.
His mind was blank with pain.
But the next moment, he suddenly recovered.
Dragon chair!
Although he didn't know why the master wanted to tie him here, he must die today. Now that there are only two of them in the temple, he must find a way to find a chance for himself.
He clenched his teeth, held back the bloody smell that came up in his throat, sat up slightly, and turned his side.
His hands tied with a rope just happened to touch the angular golden dragon on the back of the chair.
He gritted his teeth, stuck the rope on the golden dragon, and grind it hard.
His actions were extremely careful, and the master drank too much alcohol for a while without noticing it. He tilted to the side and leaned against the red-painted pillar next to him.
"However, I hate you most," he said. "The day your enchanting concubine mother gave birth to you, she should have thought of today. When your father held you to the sky to spoil you, she should have thought of today."
Speaking of this, he shook his head.
"However, today's grievances between you and me can be wiped out."
Jiang Suizhou's only remaining strength was placed on a pair of arms. At this time, he pressed his lips and did not dare to speak, for fear of revealing a hint.
Fortunately, the postmaster didn't want to wait for him to respond to him.
He stretched out his legs and said, "Today, you died here for me, even if you helped me a lot. I promise that after today, I will not hate you anymore."
As he said, he laughed drunkly.
At this moment, a hurried voice of an eunuch sounded outside the hall: "The emperor, it is ready, the emperor will go with the minions!"
The master responded impatiently, supported the ground, and stood up slowly.
"At the bottom, don't hate me." He said to Jiang Suizhou. "I only hate Emperor Father, for giving you too much, I want to kill you."
After speaking, he stumbled down the steps, and before leaving the hall door, he turned around and grinned at Jiang Suizhou.
The next moment, he raised his hand and turned over the brightly lit golden candlestick beside him.
The flames burst into flames.