"I heard that you are brave and good at fighting, you can defeat a hundred, right?" Nie Jia leaned on the step, twirling his wine glass and smiling indifferently.
Sikong Han said modestly: "Your Majesty's praise, it's all border rumors, it can't be taken as true."
"Brother Wang, Zuo Vanguard is not only brave, but also wise and brave. I saw with my own eyes at the border, that Zuo Vanguard killed hundreds of people with one strike of his sword. His martial arts skills are rare in the world, and he uses soldiers like a god to guard the front line so that it is difficult to advance even one step. There are Zuo Xianfeng and the generals are here, and Brother Wang is far away in Zhuolu, so you can rest easy." Jun Changyue took the opportunity to speak to the throne.
The meaning of what he said was obvious, he praised Sikong Han as if he was alive as a hero and no worse than other generals, but he was just a mere left vanguard, it was unavoidable that he was wronged. In the original world, Jun Changyue also told Jun Changsheng in the same way. Seeing that his younger brother favored Du Yuxian so much, Jun Changsheng directly made him General Guide, holding the military power in the Northwest, and invisibly put his own life on the line. went in.
At this time, the little monarch on the throne had been replaced by Nie Jia. He just looked up lazily at Jun Zhangyue, ignored him, and then softly hummed a lazy syllable, saying: "You are good at using swords. ?”
Sikong Han knelt under the throne and responded, "Return to Your Majesty, I understand a little bit."
Nie Jia smiled, Shi Chen immediately pulled out a soft sword and threw it in front of Sikong Han.
I only heard the little monarch say with great interest: "Show me this king."
Sikong Han's back froze, he lowered his head, no one could see the burning hatred and humiliation in his eyes at this moment. Even though he is just a small left vanguard now, he has returned from meritorious deeds. He was born and died in the front line, but when he arrived in the palace, he was treated as an actor and wanted to dance swords for him to enjoy? ! A stupid king is a stupid king... What did he think of the border soldiers
As a military general, General Yunhui understood Sikong Han's mood very well, and frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. After all, it was the king's order, and someone else might be able to do it under the king's command. It's an honor to present myself in front of you.
Sikong Han was arrogant, his eyes were red from humiliation, and he didn't pick up the sword for a while, but at this moment, a thin but warm applause rang out. When he looked up, it was Jun Zhangyue who was applauding excitedly at the banquet, and even looked at him expectantly.
Sikong Han's heart was blocked, as if he had been slapped in public.
Nie Jia almost laughed out loud when Jun Zhangyue applauded. He didn't see Sikong Han's aggrieved face. In order for Sikong Han to perform well in front of him, he even regarded him as a An actor completely disregards his dignity as a general.
At the beginning of King Jing, the courtiers also clapped their hands, looking forward to the performance of this rising star. In the end, Sikong Han had no choice but to pick up the long sword on the ground against the applause, bowed and said: "This humble minister has made a fool of himself."
If you don't use Xuan Jia as a comparison, Sikong Han is indeed a master of martial arts. A cold sword in his hand is like a living dragon, shaking out a silver light that does not leak, following his figure, he is flying around, and his moves are fierce. , with a calm deterrence.
The generals at the banquet couldn't help but feel ashamed when they saw it. The left vanguard was able to take the lead in this Northwest victory. He really had two brushes. If he went up to compare with him, he might be taken down within three rounds. , this person is indeed worthy of great use, and he must be a general Sikong Han in the near future.
I just don't know what the result will be when compared with the commander Xuanjia who is next to the king. If he can win against Xuanjia, then Sikong Han can't compare.
Duke Qing watched from the banquet, stroked his gray beard with a thoughtful look.
Sikong Han felt humiliated, and with a weapon in his hand, he wanted to kill the throne. He danced the sword, clenched his teeth tightly, the sword burst out with cold light, pierced the clouds and rain, and stepped onto the throne with one step, the cold sword swept away!
The sword swept in front of the little monarch, the tip of the sword was only a punch away from his eyes, and then stopped.
He looked like he was going to assassinate the king, the guards under the table tensed up, and the courtiers breathed lightly because of tension. Only the little monarch still rested his forehead and calmly drank a full glass, his eyes sparkled, as if he didn't see such a deadly weapon in front of him, and only looked at it indifferently with calm eyes.
Sikong Han didn't have the intention of assassinating, but he wanted to intimidate him with his sword dancing move. He knew in his heart that even if he didn't consider the consequences at this moment, he would not be able to kill the Hunjun. He was afraid that if the tip of the sword stabbed half an inch forward, the loyal dog beside the Hunjun would be chopped off.
However, Sikong Han overestimated the loyal dog's bottom line, his sword tip only hovered in front of Hunjun for a moment, and was about to take a step back, when Shi Chen beside the throne made a move.
With a ding, the tip of the sword was deflected by the wine glass, and before Sikong Han recovered his senses, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and Shi Chen kicked him off the throne.
Sikong Han didn't fall, he just took five or six steps back before he managed to stabilize his figure, and he felt a sweetness in his throat as he clutched his chest.
"You want to die." Shi Chen stood in front of Nie Jia's food table, stood on the throne condescendingly and looked down at Sikong Han who was kneeling slowly, with murderous intent in his eyes. Blocked by him, Nie Jia couldn't help but smile when he heard his warning.
"My humble servant is reckless, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Sikong Han pressed his sword and knelt down on one knee, bowing his head to plead guilty.
His hands trembled slightly, even though he knew that he was Du Yuxian now, it was impossible for Hun Jun and Xuan Jia to know that he was Sikong Han, but the fear rooted deep in his heart made him unable to face up to his old enemy at all.
"Brother Wang, Zuo Xianfeng didn't mean to offend you!" Jun Zhangyue hurriedly explained, he didn't dare to say more for fear of arousing suspicion, so he could only say this dryly.
After all, he was promoted by General Yunhui. At this time, General Yunhui was kicked off the throne, and General Yunhui was in a hurry to plead for mercy, for fear that the always cruel little monarch would order him to be dragged down and beheaded if he opened his mouth.
During the banquet, the courtiers whispered to each other and pleaded for the hero of the Northwest. Now that Da Qi is still alive, the death of the God of War has chilled the Northwest Army's hearts. If they kill a new supporter at the celebration banquet, the Northwest Army may turn against them before Da Qi comes over!
"Are you provoking this king? This king asked you to dance the sword, do you think this king is playing tricks on you?" Nie Jia didn't care about the courtiers' messy pleas at all, but put down his glass slowly and looked at Sikong Han with a smile.
"I don't dare." Sikong Han said firmly.
Nie Jia smiled and said, "You are very proud."
Sikong Han was still on his knees and didn't answer, Nie Jia said coldly, "Come here!"
As soon as the words fell, Jun Zhangyue ran out without hesitation and knelt under the throne and said angrily: "Brother Wang wants to see Zuo Xianfeng dance the sword. He danced. What are you doing now? If something happens to Zuo Xianfeng here, What should the Northwest Army stationed outside Zhuolu City think? Brother Wang, think about it carefully!"
The courtiers immediately let King Jing go astray, thinking that the king was going to kill someone, they all knelt behind the food table to intercede for Zuo Xianfeng.
As His Royal Highness King Jing said, the Northwest Army is still stationed outside Zhuolu City. Although Du Yuxian is only a left vanguard, he already has the heart of the army. These things are invisible to the small monarchs who have been living in the palace, but civil and military courtiers can see clearly It's clear, but no one has ever mentioned it to Xiao Guojun. If Zuo Pioneer lay dead in the palace tonight, the Northwest Army must have rushed in.
This is certainly a scene that the officials love to see, but Da Qi is still staring at the Yan Kingdom. There are twenty-one Xuanjias in the palace. Even if the Northwest Army can bloodbath the palace, it must lose most of it. Who will fight against Qi in the future? It's really not worth the candle.
General Yunhui was so angry that his face turned red, and he was ready to kill meritorious ministers at every turn. When would he know that he could sit leisurely on the throne and drink because of the blood of the border soldiers!
The dissatisfaction of the ministers with the little monarch had reached its peak, and they all knelt down and said it was pleading, rather than persecution, using the Northwest Army stationed outside the city as a threat.
Sikong Han didn't say anything, but he was very satisfied with the scene.
What does it mean to lose the hearts of the people? That's it. With him being a cripple, any further tossing would be nothing more than a cocoon.
Nie Jia only sneered: "Why did this king ever say that he wanted to kill him? It was just to exchange ideas."
He raised his hand, Shi Chen immediately pulled out the blood blade from his waist and offered it.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the sick and weak little monarch stood up with a blood knife in his hand. He stepped on the food table and jumped off the throne. With the knife across the crook of his arm, he smiled evilly: "If you can win, this king will not punish you for your misconduct in front of the imperial court."
The entire Nine Dragon Palace was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Palace servants, guards, courtiers, Sikong Han, and Jun Changyue all looked at the king standing in front of them in astonishment as if they had seen a ghost.
He, his legs are alright
how can that be!
Sikong Han was so shocked that his heart almost stopped beating. Five years ago, he saw Jun Changsheng's hamstrings snapped with his own eyes. It is impossible to recover from that kind of injury! Half a year ago, he was going to kill himself while sitting on a step, and he was able to walk on the ground in just half a year? !
It's really... the sky has no eyes!
Sikong Han was so angry that he almost spat out the blood he had just swallowed.
The person who was most shocked was Jun Zhangyue. He was a doctor, and he knew best whether Brother Wang's leg could be cured. The answer was of course impossible. He tried his best, but he barely managed to keep his legs from being amputated... Could it be that after he left, Brother Wang met a genius doctor who was even more skilled than him? No, it's impossible! Brother Wang's leg can't be cured even if a god descends to earth!
Jun Zhangyue was short of breath. Thinking of his purpose of coming back with the Northwest Army this time, he felt a little hopeless. His leg was healed...
"Don't you dare?" Nie Jia sneered at Sikong Han.
Sikong Han stood up with his sword in his hand, staring, and with a ding sound, the sword in his hand was lightly knocked flying by the little monarch, only to hear him say calmly: "Go and pick it up."
Sikong Han was enraged in an instant, the flame of hatred in his chest was burning, he turned around and picked up the sword, and bowed: "This humble minister is showing his shame."
With great hatred, he thought of Ling Chi's family and the cold arrow that pierced his throat, and he couldn't suppress the intense emotions in his heart. When he lost control, a sword flew out and he was dead! He wants to kill this stupid king!
kill him!
This sword is sharp and powerful, and it is the killing intent of the God of War of Yan Kingdom.
Nie Jia stood still, raised the knife head-on, and there was another small ding, the blood blade hit the tip of the sword and broke the move instantly, Sikong Han was blocked as if he had hit a wall , the cold sword trembled in his hand, and he almost couldn't hold it!
A very simple knowledge of physics, Nie Jia does not have the inner strength of martial arts practitioners in this world, but he is not afraid at all.
When Sikong Han's move was blocked, the killing intent in his heart was diluted by shock, he took two steps back quickly, and just as he stabilized his figure, the little monarch came with a knife, sharp and menacing!
This saber was really too fast and without any rules—in other words, the little monarch used a saber technique that even Sikong Han had never seen before, so he had no way to defend himself and could only retreat repeatedly. Nie Jia first thwarted Sikong Han's killer move, and then refused to give in as soon as he got the upper hand, almost pressing down on Sikong Han, the blade swirled fiercely, leaving one small wound after another on Sikong Han's body.
Even though Sikong Han held the sword in his hand after a failed move, it was already very difficult to protect himself in the blink of an eye. No matter how difficult the sword technique was, it was scattered like a stubborn flame in a violent storm.
After Nie Jia probed Sikong Han's background, he was very disappointed. He lost the interest to fight again, so he made a backhand attack.
Everyone saw Zuo Xianfeng let out a short cry of pain, the cold sword fell to the ground with a clang, and a trace of blood flowed down his trembling hand. Jun Zhangyue couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to check worriedly. Not only was he gasped in shock, but his lover's Tesudon was cruelly cut off by him!
"You really came here to make a fool of yourself." Nie Jia smiled contemptuously and indifferently.
Sikong Han had tiny wounds all over his body, he didn't even notice that his tendons were broken, but he just looked at the sword on the ground in disbelief. For the first time in his life... someone lifted the sword away, and was still crippled...
Jun Zhangyue was very distressed and very angry, his mind was filled with the fact that his lover's tendon was broken, he could no longer hold the sword! Dengshi turned his head with tears in his eyes and wanted to say something angrily, but was overshadowed by the voices of the officials.
Seeing this scene, the courtiers no longer dared to vent any grievances. They knelt down all over the Nine Dragon Hall and congratulated in unison: "Your Majesty's leg disease has recovered, it is God's blessing!"
At this moment, General Yun Hui also bowed and kowtowed with his face blushing. He just thought that the king is just a cripple who doesn't understand anything. He didn't expect that even the left vanguard who is as brave as a god of war can't match a single move...
"God bless Dayan? With you bunch of idiots acting on the wind, God can't bless Dayan!" Nie Jia snapped, and the courtiers knelt on the ground and didn't dare to vent their anger, wishing they could get their heads under the food table.
Shi Chen's gentle eyes fell on Nie Jia, and he stood there silently.
"Where is Song Yuwei!" Nie Jia shouted angrily with a cold face as if he was angry.
General Yunhui was called out, and suddenly his heart trembled, and he knelt down, "My minister Song Yuwei pays his respects to the king."
Nie Jia said calmly, "You buried Qu Weipo's bones?"
"Going back to the king, it was the minister's doing." General Yunhui didn't expect such a thing to be reported to the imperial court, and he didn't react for a while.
The scalps of all the officials were blown, this General Yunhui is so courageous, dare to bury the bones of the Sikong clan
"You're so brave, how dare you collect the corpse for the Sikong clan." Nie Jia snorted gloomily.
General Yunhui was dumbfounded... Qu Weipo's withered bones belonged to the Sikong clan? !