Need for a Guard

Fu Wang was so angry that he jumped and cursed, but the fierce monks behind him rushed over desperately.

General Wei Zhao didn't care about fighting with black and white, and protected King Fu behind his back, his inner strength was brought to the extreme, and the steel knife danced like moths throwing fire.

At this moment, Wei Zhao put life and death aside, just thinking about protecting King Fu.

Tear!

Hei Chang's sword slid across Wei Zhao's browbone, if it was any deeper, Wei Zhao would be blinded. [

"Good thief!"

The blood flowed down each strand, covering Wei Zhao's eyes. The blood in front of his eyes was filled with blood, so that Wei Zhao could not see the thief's tricks. He hurriedly wiped his eyes, and saw Bai Chang stabbing his chest with a sword in his hand. It was really dangerous. .

Wei Zhao immediately blocked the sharp sword grid, ran back and forth, killed the rushing monk, and hurriedly guarded the door, yelling at King Fu: "My lord, what are you doing cursing? Speak softly, softly! Talk? Life is at stake, it’s not shameful to say a few soft words..."

He Dan and other ministers in the south of the Yangtze River all scattered aside.

Some ministers have already fled.

Only He Dan and two or three ministers remained.

He Dan also wanted to run away, but he cared more about Fu Wang's life and death, because Fu Wang's life and death were related to his life and death, that's the reason.

King Fu slammed the door hard, and said softly, "Princess Chuyu, just do it, let me in. You saved me this time, and I will build a temple for you so that you can enjoy the blessings of the people in the south of the Yangtze River day and night." Pilgrimage! Chu Yu, Princess Chu Yu, are you still there? I am your uncle."

Only Yan Hong's cry came out, "Father, don't talk softly, Chu Yu has already left."

"What? Let's go! Grandmother!"

King Fu immediately flew into a rage, "Yanhong, you useless thing, do you want your father to die here? Are you in a hurry to inherit the throne? You bastard, why don't you hurry up and find a way to get your father into it?" ? Not Xiaozi, immediately think of a way, immediately, immediately..."

At this moment, Fu Wang was really desperate.

He leaned on the gate tightly, watching Wei Zhao fight bloody, covered with injuries, but still protecting himself like a crazy lion, but what about those ministers?They ran and scattered, no one was willing to protect him personally, and finally recognized the real and the fake—is Wei Zhao loyal, and everyone else is fucking unreliable.

Although Yan Hong is a dude, he is weak and emotional.

Hearing his father yelling anxiously outside, he was naturally more sad, and begged the black-clothed guard standing at the door to open the door.

But those black-clothed guards looked stern and turned a deaf ear to his words.

Yan Hong secretly hated himself for being useless, that he couldn't even save his own father. This son is really useless, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: Yes, find Chu Yu, I will kowtow to her and beg her for help, I don't believe it, Chu Yu Yuhui is not soft-hearted.He hurriedly got up and staggered into the house.

"Is it 'messy' outside?"

After having fun with Concubine Shu, Ouyang Liufeng felt refreshed physically and mentally, and turned the bed back into a wheelchair. He was snuggling with Concubine Shu, hugging and laughing, and the atmosphere was extremely sweet. [

But when he heard the shouts of killing outside, and saw Chu Yu come back angrily, he knew that the outside was already in chaos, so he hurriedly asked, "How is it outside?"

Chu Yu smiled softly, "It's okay, there are guards in black, father and mother can just talk about love, don't worry about it."

"What nonsense are you talking about, child? We are old husband and wife, what are we talking about, love?"

Concubine Shu was arguing with a red face, but her cheeks were flushed, delicate and smooth, her eyes were bright, exuding excitement and joy, her expression was delicate, it could be seen that she got great satisfaction from Ouyang Liufeng just now.The body is nourished, and the temperament of the whole person is sublimated.

Chu Yu chuckled, pointed at the wheelchair and said, "Daddy is really amazing. How did Daddy turn this wheelchair into a bed? Besides, this bed can still move..."

"Oh, Ling'er, stop talking."

Concubine Shu blushed like a pink peach, covered her face, and gradually became coquettish: "You child, why are you looking at everything? Your father and I...that...you...what are you peeking at? You're so old, don't you know how to stop? How will you get married in the future?"

Ouyang Liufeng was thick-skinned, he laughed dryly, took Concubine Shu's hand, and said, "What are you worried about? Brother Shi Yue has already booked Ling'er, our precious daughter, don't worry about getting married."

Chu Yujiao smiled and said, "I didn't watch it, I just heard your voices with my ears. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone except Big Brother."

Concubine Shu didn't care about being shy, and ran over twisting her waist to clean up Chu Yu.

However, the stamens in her legs have been idle for many years and have never been moistened, so she has become weaker and weaker. Today she tasted the sweetness and was bumped by Ouyang Liufeng. Running as if in a hurry, the lower part was in pain, she hurriedly stopped, clamped her legs tightly, and murmured, "Oh, it hurts! It hurts, brother Feng, you are bad, you are dead..."

Chu Yu laughed hard, went to support Concubine Shu, and joked: "Daddy is still very powerful."

Concubine Shu coquettishly said: "Ling'er, don't talk nonsense, it's neither big nor small."

Ouyang Liufeng raised his head triumphantly, and hummed: "The treasured sword is not old, but its majesty is still there." But he thought in his heart: Where is my strength, it is clearly the Dali Vajra Pill that Shi Yue gave me.

Seeing Concubine Shu's jade-faced tender red face, coquettish and docile appearance, Ouyang Liufeng was satisfied: Concubine Shu finally returned to his embrace.

Thinking of all kinds of situations, Ouyang Liufeng is more grateful to Shi Yue while he is happy.

boom!

At this moment, the door was slammed open, and a desolate figure rolled in, lying on the ground and crying loudly, "Princess Chuyu, save my father? Xiao, I don’t want to lose my father, Chu Yu, please save my father, I will kowtow to you.”

Yan Hong really no longer paid attention to the demeanor of a prince, and knelt there, kowtowing like Chu Yu.

Chu Yu ducked away, pouted, and snorted, "It's no use begging me. It's your bastard father who scolded me. Why should I save him? He's dead."

Ouyang Liufeng was surprised and said, "What... what's going on? Who is this guy?"

Concubine Shu whispered to him, "This is the son of Fu Wang Yanjun, Yanhong!" [

"Huh? Is it this bastard?"

Ouyang Liufeng shouted: "Are you the son of that bastard Yan Jun? Why are you crying and crying at me? Get out! Get out quickly, I can beat Yan Jun to death when I see him."

Looking at Ouyang Liufeng's momentum, Yan Hong knew that he had the final say, so he hurriedly crawled over, holding Ouyang Liufeng's wheelchair, and began to cry about the cause and effect, begging blindly with a big nose: "Old man, benefactor, please save me Father, I must thank your eight generations of ancestors, no... I was wrong, I... I really thank you eight generations of ancestors, old man, it is really impossible, can one life be exchanged for one life, you put my father Let me in, let me out, can't you? Old man, please..."

Ouyang Liufeng looked at Yan Hong's ugly crying, and said with a lot of emotion: "Unexpectedly, Yan Jun gave birth to a good son with a bad stomach? Grandma, I really doubt that this son is his. Was it born? Although it looks weak, it’s tough inside! Good! Good, you look like a man! Let me tell you, it’s not shameful to cry, kneel and roll to save your father, good boy, You are glorious, I will save your father..."

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