Xianzong rushed from the imperial study to the scene of the incident, staring blankly at the big tree in front of him, roaring in his heart, can this still make him have a good life? ! His wife died, his daughter married a disabled man, and his son had to be taken as a hostage. The little wife who had been spoiled for so many years was not gentle or kind at all. He was acting with him in a fake skin every day. When he went to Yongsheng Temple, the imperial palace was burned down, and his valet was also killed. Wasn't he miserable enough? Now that even the big tree can fly, does this still allow him to live
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Zhao is still pressing down," a general of the Imperial Army told Xianzong.
"What's the use of telling me?" Xianzong said with a cold face: "Lift the tree."
The general of the forbidden army wiped off his sweat. It stood 30 meters tall. The three people held hands and couldn't hug the tree. It was really difficult for them to move such a big tree for a while. "The minister has already gone. The staff is here." The general said to Xianzong, "Don't worry, the sage, I will rescue Zhao Xiang and the others as soon as possible."
"Who did this?" Xianzong asked, whether Zhao Qiuming was dead or alive, Xianzong didn't care anymore, His Majesty the Emperor wanted to know this now.
The general looked at his monarch in embarrassment. To be honest, there must be no one in the court who could uproot the tree and throw it over, and it probably doesn't exist in the rivers and lakes, but there should still be one in the royal family.
Xianzong said: "What do you think I do? Can I make this tree fly?"
The general lowered his head and said the murderer directly. The general was afraid that his head would be lost.
"If you don't know, go check it out," Xianzong almost stomped his feet and shouted, and his subjects were not good enough, that's why his emperor was so miserable!
At this moment, another loud noise came from not far away, and the earth trembled again.
The general of the forbidden army didn't have time to think about it. He called out the sage, and threw Xianzong to the ground. If another big tree flew over, he could carry it for the sage first.
The people present looked at the general's actions and fell to the ground subconsciously.
The general of the forbidden army watched the movements of these people, and wanted to shout that he was already powerless. Are they all rushing here to wait for the pressure? It doesn't matter if one or two are stupid, why should everyone be stupid together
After a while, when the earth calmed down again, the waiting tree did not fly over, the sky was still very blue, and the larch that had suddenly ended its life was still lying on the ground.
The general of the Imperial Army let out a long sigh of relief, got up to pull Xianzong, and said, "Your Majesty, are you all right?"
Xianzong lay face down on the ground, motionless for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Gu Xinglang followed the National Teacher Chengguan and arrived at this time. The bright yellow dragon robe on Xianzong's body was too conspicuous, so there were people lying on the ground. Seeing Xianzong at a glance, Gu Xinglang hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?"
The general of the Imperial Army saw that Xianzong did not move, and his heart couldn't bear it. He stretched out his hand to support Xianzong and said, "Your Highness?"
"Don't move," shouted an adult who knew medicine at the scene: "Where's the imperial physician? Go and call the imperial physician."
Chengguan Guoshi pursed his lips, walked quickly to Xianzong's side, and asked Xianzong: "What's wrong with the saint? Is it hurt?"
If it hurts the bones, it can't be moved randomly. Not only the outsiders like Yu Xiaoxiao understand this principle, but also the local aborigines.
The general couldn't stand anymore, knelt down on the ground, and pleaded guilty to Xianzong first, saying: "Sir, this minister should die."
Xianzong slowly supported the ground with his arms, sat up from the ground, and roared: "Can this be better?!"
When the general saw Xianzong's appearance, his face turned pale in an instant.
Gu Xinglang sat on the reclining chair and looked at his father-in-law, Gu Sanshao immediately covered his face.
It should be that when he was thrown down, his teeth hit his lips, and Xianzong's lips were open, blood was flowing, his chin was blood red, and his clothes were also stained with blood, and his body was still stained with bark, pine needles and soil. His Majesty the Emperor, who has always been pampered, has never been so embarrassed even if he was burned last night.
Seeing that the dragon's body was injured, except for Gu Xinglang who couldn't kneel down, everyone present, together with National Master Chengguan, all knelt on the ground, regardless of whether he did it or not, they all pleaded guilty to Xianzong.
"Go check," Xianzong spat blood on the ground and said, "Go check it out for me, check which bastard made the move! Bah!" Another mouthful of blood spit on the ground, Xianzong said: "I want to punish the nine clans of this bastard. !"
Gu Xinglang said, "Sir, it is important to stop the bleeding first."
Xianzong glanced at his son-in-law, everyone was kneeling, he was still sitting on the ground, just sitting on the soft bamboo reclining chair, Xianzong once again felt that this son-in-law was not pleasing to the eye, "I sit here, you still sit there still? "His Majesty the Emperor shouted to his son-in-law, "What's the use of me wanting you as a half-son?!"
The big guys are silent together, the eldest prince was only eleven last month, and it seems that it is not as effective as the concubine.
Gu Xinglang has always been a sincere person who speaks the truth. He said to Xianzong: "Your Highness, I have injured my feet, and now I..."
"Shut up!" The blood on Xianzong's lips splashed with Xianzong's roar, "Who hurt you? Who do you blame for your injury?"
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This big guy knows, blame the saint.
"What's the matter with the sage?" Just when Xianzong was about to jump up and yell at Gu Xinglang, another blind person asked him what was wrong.
"What's wrong, you don't have eyes?" Xianzong looked angrily in the direction of the voice.
Master Fenglin was also sitting on a soft bamboo reclining chair, looking at Xianzong with concern.
Patriarchs and ancestors, Xianzong shut up too fast and bit his tongue again.
Master Fenglin looked at the big tree on the ground, looked at Master Chengguan and said, "People are hurt here, why don't you save them?"
Gu Xinglang knew that the people who were oppressed were Zhao Qiuming and Dali Siqing, as well as a group of banned soldiers who followed Zhao Qiuming. For such a group of people, it would be best for Gu Sanshao to come and die, "Young master still cares about me in Fengtian. A courtier?" Gu Xinglang turned his head to look at Master Fenglin and said, "Your Majesty is here, so the young master doesn't need to worry about anything."
"My concubine thinks I'm troubled?" Master Fenglin smiled, and the smile of the sick and beautiful young man was very endearing.
Of course, someone like Gu Xinglang, who had been in the military camp since he was a child, couldn't appreciate the elegance of Master Fenglin, and said coldly, "This is Fengtian's imperial palace, whether it's things or people, what are you doing with Master Fenglin? ?"
At this time, Xianzong was supported by National Master Chengguan and stood up from the ground. Watching his son-in-law quarreling with Master Fenglin, Xianzong was actually quite relieved. This little girl made him too anxious, so a hero came out and beat this little white face. Dayton is fine.
Just when Xianzong was expecting the hero to appear, Xianzong heard a voice: "Father, no, Father Huang, what's wrong with you?"
Xianzong vomited blood again, ancestors and ancestors, he was wrong, he really didn't want to see the hero at all, let this hero disappear!
Note to readers:
Last but not least, good night my dears, see you tomorrow. On Double Eleven, Meiguo went to Meiguo to snap up purchases. As a result, from the computer to the mobile phone, the server crashed in various ways. I wish my relatives a happy shopping, and then they endured the torture of express delivery together, puff puff puff.