Ning Shu hadn't seen Xuan Pinghou like this, and with a look of fascination, Ning Shu had goose bumps.
"Father." Ning Shu called.
Xuan Pinghou put away the guns, "I see."
Even if Xuanping Houfu couldn't bear it, but now is the best time to put eye drops on Zhuo Cheran.
Zhuo Cheran had fallen into trouble before, but this time he had to pay back.
Zhuo Cheran holds such a powerful weapon, doesn't he believe that there is not a trace in his heart?
"But this thing is so powerful, in case..." How many people would survive if they fired at the Xuanping Mansion
Ning Shu moved Xuan Pinghou's worries and looked at the bullet casings on the ground and said: "This kind of bullet is a disposable item. If you use one, you will need one less. The elder son suppresses the riots. There are definitely not many bullets."
Ning Shu asked Forsythia to leave with the food box.
When he went to court the next day, Xuan Pinghou took out his guns and demonstrated the powerful destructive power of guns by the way.
The emperor almost jumped up from the dragon chair in fright.
This thing is so powerful, as long as you can pull your fingers, you can kill people, and seven or eight-year-old children can kill.
When the emperor thought that Zhuo Cheran had this thing in his hands, his expression changed.
Anyway, Xuan Pinghou succeeded in applying eye drops, and the price was that the gun was confiscated.
Xuanping Hou is so heartbroken.
When Ning Shu looked back at Xuan Pinghou's face, he knew that his gun was gone.
As long as the guns are in the hands of the emperor, the emperor will definitely be afraid of Zhuo Cheran.
A companion is like a tiger. The emperor liked Zhuo Cheran before, but Zhuo Cheran threatened his throne, so he might not like it that much.
Ning Shu smiled, now waiting for Zhuo Cheran to return triumphantly.
"Who did you find to get this thing?" Xuanping Hou Chao Ning Shu asked.
Ning Shu rolled his eyes and said, "I'm a desolate quack. My daughter gave me money. He stole it for me. Now I can't find anyone."
Xuan Pinghou stared at Ning Shu, "There is no truth, it's okay to learn the ring from your mother."
Ning Shu:...
Ning Shu gave a gift and turned and left, following your sister's female ring.
Xuan Pinghou looked at Ning Shu Aojiao's back and sighed, but it was a pity that he was not his son.
Zhuo Cheran calmed down the Hanyang Riot and returned triumphantly, but it was a bit different from the common people's welcome.
The army failed to enter the city, and the emperor directly ordered Zhuo Cheran to be stationed outside the city.
And without calling Zhuo Cheran, let Zhuo Cheran make people wait.
Originally won the battle, but received such a cold treatment, it is really frustrating.
Morale was restless, and grievances arose.
The emperor waited almost before summoning Zhuo Cheran into the city, Zhuo Cheran alone.
After thinking about it, Zhuo Cheran knew that when the riot was lenient, he had to use the weapon that Gu Fanyu had sent.
He knew that this thing would cause jealousy, because of the power of this thing, even he felt very shocked.
Zhuo Cheran felt that this trip into the palace was more or less auspicious, so he took a gun to defend himself.
Zhuo Cheran arrived at the hall, and as expected, saw the emperor's ugly face, Zhuo Cheran knelt down and saluted, "Uncle Emperor, my nephew is back."
The emperor said indifferently: "It's good to be back, you should be rewarded."
"Thank you for your grace, uncle Huang, these are what the nephew should do." Zhuo Cheran said respectfully.
The emperor's face was weak, "If you don't reward you, wouldn't the whole world say that I was mean and unkind, and I became an unrighteous person, and the people of the world laughed at me."
Zhuo Cheran immediately kowtowed, "The emperor, the minister has no intention of this."
The sweat from Zhuo Cheran's forehead dripped on the obsidian floor, and the atmosphere was tense.
The emperor took out his gun and said, "Che Ran, where do you come from? Forging weapons privately..."
Zhuo Cheran said immediately: "The emperor, the minister did not personally cast weapons."
The emperor wanted to throw the gun heavily on the ground, but he was not cruel and reluctant.
"Then you said how did these things come, how did they come?" The emperor said with a cold face, and the people who can make such things are simply talents.
Zhuo Cheran has such a talent in his hands, what does the Royal Mansion want to do
Does the Royal Palace of Letters have many such weapons? In addition to such weapons, there are other more powerful weapons.
The more he thought about it, the more he was frightened, his eyes getting colder and colder when he looked at Zhuo Cheran.
Zhuo Cheran felt that the whole person was not good, and he didn't know how to answer, could it be said that Gu Fanlu gave it to him.
That is to bring Gu Jia in. Gu Jia is his dark move and cannot be said.
Even if he said directly that Gu Fanlu had sent it, why did Gu Fanlu send these things again
Zhuo Cheran felt like he was sitting on wax no matter how to explain it.
"How do you explain?" The emperor held the gun tightly.
Zhuo Cheran also touched his thigh and legs, with guns hidden in his thighs and legs.
In short, the whole picture is very weird. It is obviously the age of cold weapons, and the ancient people in cumbersome costumes are holding guns and facing each other.
Obviously it should be harmony with a sword.
"Catch the prince to the prison first, and send the Yulin Army to surround the Royal Palace of Letters." The emperor gave an order with a cold face.
Zhuo Cheran squeezed his fist and said immediately: "The emperor, it is wrong to believe in the palace."
"Believe in the palace's private casting of weapons, can you quibble?"
Zhuo Cheran:...
How to explain it, if such a weapon could be made, the letter to the king would not have failed to seize his concubine back then.
I can't explain it, I can't explain it, Zhuo Cheran sighed, stood up, and said, "Uncle Emperor, I believe that the Royal Mansion can't make such a sophisticated weapon. Why don't you believe it?"
The emperor saw Zhuo Cheran stand up, so disrespectful, his face suddenly turned black, and pointed his gun at Zhuo Cheran, "You are presumptuous."
Zhuo Cheran also took out the gun and pointed at the emperor's head. Zhuo Cheran said, "Uncle Emperor, we bet on who will get it right."
"Laughter and presumptuous." The emperor flushed with anger, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help trembling. On the contrary, Zhuo Cheran had a handsome figure and pointed the gun at the emperor.
This is simply disrespectful.
This is already the case, Zhuo Cheran pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the barrel, shooting at the emperor who was terribly terrified but couldn't escape.
With a sound of Peng, the emperor's forehead exploded with blood, and he sat softly on the dragon chair, stubborn and hideous.
"Help, help..."
"There are assassins, there are assassins..."
The emperor died, the entire palace was in chaos, and the regiment of the Imperial Guard surrounded Zhuo Cheran.
Zhuo Cheran took the gun and killed the guard who rushed towards him, and successfully frightened the others.
Everyone looked at the gun in Zhuo Cheran's hand in fear.
"The emperor is dead, who are you loyal now? Are you loyal to the dead? Do you want to go down to pay the emperor? You are really loyal."
Zhuo Cheran stepped forward, and the Guards stepped aside, very afraid of being the artifact in Zhuo Cheran's hands.
(End of this chapter)