An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 187 Do You Still Need a Reason for a Faint King to Kill People?

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Inside the Zhengyang Hall.

Behind the crystal curtain, Lu Ming bowed one calf without looking like a king, and leaned on his right elbow as a fulcrum. A girl in a tunic dress sat beside him on a cushion, roughly in the same posture as Lu Ming. Ming almost.

Linglong moved to the side, and the emerald green rattan in her hand became long and tender, like a living grass. On one side, she swayed to and fro, and then under her control, the part of the rattan's head moved towards Lu Ming quietly. Like a tickle, he poked lightly at the nose, brain, back of the neck and other places.

Stretching out his hand to grab the tip of the peeling rattan, Lu Ming rolled his eyes at Linglong. Some speechless girls are still in such good spirits, they clearly know that they can't light the Bishengzhu.

What are you happy about?

"come over."

Lu Ming stretched out his hand towards Linglong, the girl leaned closer, Lu Mingshang leaned his head down, and lay in Linglong's arms, the girl's soft and warm body was as soft and comfortable as water.

Smelling the spontaneous fragrance of the girl's body, Lu Ming sighed a little.

It can be regarded as understanding what the faint king should do.

Holding such a beautiful girl every day, who wants to be in power, it seems that there is nothing to do.

Really are.

"It's comfortable, hey!" Lu Ming smiled at the girl, the smile came from the inside, liking what you like, liking someone who likes you, this seems to be a more beautiful thing than anything else.

What's more, it also comes with a throne.

Linglong sniffed her nose, sniffed softly, and let out a nasal sound, but she didn't push him away, then reached out her pale jade hand to take off the hair crown on top of Lu Ming's head, and inserted her fingers between his fine hair to fiddle with it.

A cool and soft feeling came from between the fingers.

"I didn't expect you to have such long hair. It's even longer than mine, and it's even more beautiful. It's so enviable." Linglong sighed, and when she stretched out her hand to pull her hair, she looked carefully at it. Over and over again, he didn't find that he had the hard work that a king should have, and the gray hair that he should have because of the pressure.

His face never seemed to be haggard, he was so easy to be happy without thinking, he was really a big boy who was easy to satisfy.

It's really a serious illness.

Humming in her heart, Linglong wanted to pull his hair forcefully with her hands, seeing the boy's eyes closed and smiling from within, she stopped again.

Forget it, let it go this time.

"Why can't I grow such long hair?" Lu Ming asked suspiciously after moving his body and picking a more comfortable position to lie down.

"Your Majesty is not a monk, what's wrong with having longer hair, isn't this against the law?"

"Yes, but can you get up first?"

"Why? You don't like me anymore?"

Lu Ming stared at the girl.

Linglong sighed and did not speak, and lifted the boy in Chen's arms vigorously, then put the cushion under his buttocks under his head as a pillow, stretched his waist and plopped down into his arms.

After finishing everything, he raised his face, blinked, and said to him with a smile, "It's my turn~"

Lu Ming: "..."

He stretched out his hand and pulled it twice, but she hugged her waist firmly. Lu Ming gave up the idea of ​​continuing to try to pull the girl away as his own love.

"Sure enough, good times are always short-lived. I haven't fallen asleep yet, and you are going to exchange them with me."

"hey-hey."

Just as the two of them were giggling and complaining helplessly, a slight cough came from outside the curtain.

Fei Tian's chest rose and fell sharply, and he took a few deep breaths, trying to control the urge to teach the young Jun Shang a lesson, and kept telling himself that he was still young, so he should behave properly.

After several times of silent meditation, Fei Tian finally restrained himself, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice behind the curtain: "Your Majesty, Marquis Ping Jiang has arrived, please see him outside the hall."

"Have you arrived yet? It's time to go to court, and here are the guests."

Lu Ming murmured, then pinched Linglong's pretty face, causing a burst of dissatisfaction, but reluctantly propped himself up, shaking his head speechlessly,

"You really know how to pick your time, this Marquis of Pingjiang."

"Turn back and let you rely on enough, okay."

Lu Ming smiled lightly, got up and pushed aside the curtain, sat on the jade steps of the calendar plate and quietly looked in the direction of the main hall, Linglong tidied up her clothes, took a cushion and sat beside her.

Fei Tian turned around in satisfaction, and said to the guard at the side.

: "Xuanping Jianghou."

"Xuanping Jianghou."

"..."

The voices passed one by one, becoming louder and louder, and did not stop until they were outside the palace.After a while, Marquis Pingjiang, who was wearing a purple-gold-rimmed knightly costume, came slowly to the hall. He had a calm complexion and a sword on his waist. Behind him were twelve personal guards in military uniform and holding sabers in a row.

Marquis Pingjiang walked to the center of the hall and stopped, looked up at the young gentleman who hadn't shown any expression since he entered, bowed halfway forward, and shouted in a deep voice,

"Chen, Marquis of Pingjiang, Zhuxi, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

"Since I'm paying my respects, why don't I pay my respects?" Lu Ming said calmly, "Marquis Ping Jiang not only brought his sword but also his personal guards. Could it be that...he wants to stage a coup in my Zhengyang Palace?"

Needle drop could be heard in the main hall, and the high priest bowed slightly with no expression on his face.

Prime Minister Fei Tian looked at Tiewei Dutong, who immediately understood.

"Zhuxi, if you don't kneel before your face, you are ignoring your father! Discussing politics with a knife, you are complicit in rebellion!" Under the steps in front of the palace, Tiewei Ziyuan took a step forward and shouted loudly. "Ping Jianghou, what is your intention?"

The iron guards on both sides of the hall stepped forward at the same time, put their left hands on the saber at their waists, and shouted at the same time. "Ping Jianghou, what is your intention?!"

"Ping Jianghou, what is your intention?!"

The hall space is spacious and spacious, and the scolding sound echoed several times before it quietly quieted down.

Zhu Xi neither covered his ears to block the lingering reverberation, nor took off his sword and knelt down to beg for mercy, until the reverberation disappeared, he reached out and took out a golden plaque from his bosom, walked over to Tiewei Dutong and placed it in his hands.

"Why do you have to joke, Your Majesty?"

"Fifteen years ago, Zhu Xi led the princes to suppress rebellion, suppress bandits, and save the people... and made several contributions. Therefore, the late king gave me an iron scroll, so that I can enter the court without worshiping, and I can protect myself by fighting."

Zhu Xi calmly talked about old things, and bowed slightly, "Of course, if Your Majesty thinks Zhu Xi is offended..."

"Battle to protect yourself?" With a sneer, Lu Ming interrupted Zhu Xi, looked directly at Zi Yuan, the commander of the iron guard, and asked in a deep voice: "Zi Yuan, I ask you alone, who is the current emperor?"

Zi Yuan bowed and looked at Jun Shang.

Lu Ming continued to ask: "Has the year name of Suchuan ever been changed? Can the laws of the previous dynasty govern the current king?"

Zi Yuan raised his head, and put his hand on the saber at his waist.

Lu Ming asked again: "I'll ask you again? Is it the former king or the lonely one?!"

"I will die for the king!"

Zi Yuan understood immediately, the saber at his waist came out of its sheath suddenly, with a loud crash, the iron guards all around pulled out their sabers at the same time, formed an army formation with the sabers and charged towards Marquis Pingjiang.

The guards behind Marquis Pingjiang were already tense up in a defensive posture the moment their weapons were unsheathed around them. When the iron guard rushed over, he immediately surrounded the candle rhinoceros in the center and fought with the iron guard.

The battles were handed over together, and there were casualties soon. They were the personal guards under the command of Marquis Ping Jiang. After all, this is the iron guard's home field. The familiar venue, the high-end military weapons in the capital, and the guards on duty in the hall are naturally the iron guards. Among the carefully selected players, the number is also an advantage.

As soon as the two sides fought each other, they gained the upper hand in just a moment. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhaodu had not fought all year round and the iron guards had less blood, they might have been able to wipe out the opponent with such an advantage just by meeting.

Zhu Xi's face suddenly changed, and he became calm when his face never recovered. He squeezed the hilt of his sword and looked at the swords around him. He didn't dare to draw his sword upwards to prove his crime, but he still shouted loudly towards the hall.

"My lord, are you crazy?"

"I'm Marquis Pingjiang, I didn't do anything, why did you kill me?!"

"Of course I'm the king? Otherwise, who am I younger than you?" Lu Ming sneered, showing that he didn't have the slightest intention of negotiating, and the old god was acting like a foolish king.

What princes are the most?

Why go to court and not worship?
Sorry, it doesn't work here with our stupid king.

It's just not pleasing to the eye, that's it.

Does a faint king need a reason to kill someone?

No need!
Lu Ming is in this state, I am completely unreasonable, I am unreasonable, what can you do to me?As long as I'm muddled enough, I'm not afraid of any accusations.

Under the stage, Fei Tian turned his body slightly, took out a spear without changing his expression and stood under the steps to warn the surroundings, preventing the unknown warrior under Zhu Xi's command from rushing out of the encirclement.

The brocade clothes were already covered with snowflakes, and it was hard to tell whether it was the personal guards of the Hundred Wars under his command or the blood and iron guards of Chaodu.

Zhu Xi gritted his teeth and said angrily upwards: "Your Majesty, do you really want to fight me to the death?"

"The fish will die, but the net can't be broken." Lu Ming was unmoved, and shook his head with a light smile.

What should young people do if they can't beat the old ones in playing cards?
How can we ensure long-term winning and not losing when playing games?

Of course, you are the banker, the rules are in your hands, don't care what cards the opponent has, as long as you can change the rules, you can tilt the situation to your advantage at any time.

And the current situation is like this, it doesn't matter what Marquis Pingjiang does behind him, and what plans he has is not important, what matters is that his life is hanging by a thread at this moment, and the number of personal guards is gradually decreasing under the siege of Zhaodu Tiewei.

Life may be at stake at any time.

Zhu Xi grasped the sword, and never dared to make that absolute sword, and directly assassinated the emperor above the hall, not to mention the success rate, this is just rumored, and the name is not right.

Even if he is the biggest vassal, he will let the vassals take advantage of the fire to loot, and those who make things worse will confirm his reputation as a traitor and traitor.

This is completely different from what he had thought before, the method of pretending to be a snake first, and then guiding the emperor to walk a certain distance, destroying his name first, and then his body.

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

Marquis Ping Jiang was in a state of confusion, but he was still waiting quietly.

He is waiting for his friend.

He didn't trust the high priest that much, but the high priest had to speak for him, whether for public or private purposes.

Selfishness, needless to say, the two have conspired and cooperated, although it is not very reliable, each has its own ghosts, but at least they have their own chain of interests, which tie the two together.

As a public servant, it is impossible for a high priest and a subject to sit back and watch a Hou Ye with the most powerful fiefdom die in Zhaodu for no reason under the eyes of everyone.

The high priest knew his arrangement, and he had prepared the worst plan before he came. If he really accidentally died in Chaodu, after the news spread, it would really cause a mutiny. If you can go north, you will die and the net will be broken.

Sure enough, within a short while, there was a voice coming from above.

"Your Majesty, please think twice, the Marquis of Pingjiang cannot be killed!"

The high priest's complexion changed many times, and he did not expect such a scene at all. His Majesty did not discuss it with him when he did this. Suddenly encountering such a change, he felt a faint feeling of discomfort in his heart.

But just as Marquis Pingjiang thought, no matter what angle he came from, he had to come out to persuade Ziyuan to kill. What are you doing?
Could it be that they were cheering for joy?

The high priest couldn't figure it out, so he could only truthfully say: "Your Majesty, under the Marquis of Pingjiang's command, millions of troops and subjects hang down to the border of the fiefdom...he can't move!"

"The imperial capital..."

The high priest didn't say the following words, and some words were to the point. Apart from the name, Zhaodu really didn't have the strength to fight against Pingjianghou's subordinates, and there was really no chance of winning.

What's more, if it is really so crazy, the subjects of other princes' fiefdoms may be even more chaotic.

"Oh? High Priest, what do you mean, you want to keep Jianghou in peace?"

"I dare not!"

The high priest's head was hot, and he took two steps forward, but was stopped by Fei Tian holding a gun, and had to kneel down on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Marquis Pingjiang can die, but he can't die in Chaodu."

The princes can die anywhere, but they can't die in Zhaodu.

In the same way, you cannot die in the fiefdoms of other princes.

When your master is dead, it's normal for your subordinates to do crazy things, right?It's normal for a son to behave in order to fulfill his filial piety and fight for power, right?
This is a truth that everyone understands, Zhu Xi understands, the emperor understands, and the high priest also understands, although he doesn't know why the emperor pretends to be vague, whether he is really crazy, or has other plans, he doesn't know.

But the high priest knew that he had to stand up and speak out. As a loyal minister, he had to stand in his own position and consider speaking for the king so as not to show his feet.

"As the saying goes, if you want to destroy your family, you must first destroy your faith..."

Linglong picked up a book from the steps, and the green rattan slowly extended to connect her and Lu Ming's hands together, gently entangled, and then stood up.

"Then, leave Ping Jianghou alone."

The high priest raised his head and looked at the man and woman, it was the Lord and the Lord. Confusion welled up in his heart, and his sense of uneasiness grew stronger.

Lu Ming took the simple book, turned it around in his hand, and finally restrained the urge to throw it at the high priest's face, "Ping Jianghou, you have to remember, it was the high priest who asked to spare your life!"

The tearing sound of the exchange of swords weakened and gradually disappeared. The hall was empty, and it seemed that a slight word could linger for a long time.

Marquis Pingjiang looked at the blood pooled stumps all over the place, his back felt cold, he held the sword hand on his waist and handed over innocently, and after a long time he bowed upwards and said: "My lord... thank you, Your Majesty!"

"You're welcome, since the person in the way is gone, then it's time to go to the Bisheng Ceremony."

Zhu Xi raised his head, this time the daze was really dazed, he really couldn't understand what the lord wanted to do.

At first, I thought this person was crazy, but after killing him just now, I felt that this person was trying to show me off and prevent me from leading him away, but what does it mean at this time?
The high priest was also puzzled, "Your Majesty, the date calculated by the calendar will be three days later, not today."

"Are you the king, or my king?"

The high priest choked.

"Are you the God Lord or am I the God Lord?"

The high priest choked again,
After a while, the Divine Master and Your Majesty above had left the hall, and he came back to his senses, and arranged for the disciples around him to prepare for the ceremony immediately.

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(End of this chapter)