Jinghua little cook

Chapter 139 Broken Dreams

Wang Youzhong sat at the end of the banquet, holding a wine glass, immersed in the beauty of the purple pillars and golden beams and the high eaves of the Yanying Hall.

This is a scene that only the king of the world can see every day, and the noble lord of the world is not his master.

Drink a cup of bitter wine.

In this situation, Wang Youzhong couldn't help recalling the first half of his life when the master and servant planned forbearance.

In the first half of his life, there was no shortage of famous generals, let alone talented people, but the world was not benevolent, and there was no good emperor on the throne who could taste his courage.

The frontiers are raging, shipping is collapsing, the concubines of the late emperor are tyrannical and stupid, and the late emperor believes in the ways of monsters, and the world is in chaos.

And two people with such unworthy virtues can actually sit on the century-old country of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

On the other hand, the prince of his family is wise and brave, courageous and insightful, and his strategy and ambition are not inferior to the orthodox emperor's lineage. Just because he is a king with a different surname, he is taken for granted that he is not worthy of sitting on the throne of the Golden Temple.

Holding the wine glass, the knuckles are slightly white.

later.

They also saw the face of the world clearly.

Since the emperor does not cherish his courtiers, why should his master retreat step by step in order to cherish talent and love.

Thanks to the mad king, his master had an army capable of fighting against the imperial court many years ago, but it was a pity that the old lady in the mansion only went there the year before last. In the past two years, the king of Chu could only wear hemp and mourning and forbear it.

But I didn't expect that Di Bei's barbarian would be the first to climb up, and his master had been humiliated for many years in vain!
The dancing moon played and the banquet started. Wang Youzhong silently lowered his head.

Since the world can change the surname to Bai, why can't it be changed to Zhao?Today, he will witness Da Zhou's subversion for his master.

Didn't the Bai family try their best to get rid of the barbarian label?He is not as good as they wish!
As long as Emperor Qing eats the imperial meal tonight, coupled with the stimulation of sweaty horses, his behavior will only be a hundred times crazier than that of the mad king back then.

At that time, the spies placed in the palace by the prince will take action, and in the name of King Qin, the Bai family can be completely dragged off the throne!
The sound of dance and music gradually subsided, and Wang Youzhong watched the barbarians slowly walk into the hall pushing the huge iron cage.

Heartbeat stopped at this moment.

Emperor Qing picked up a piece of bamboo fungus and put it in his mouth, with a satisfied smile on his serious face.

All the ministers raised their glasses to celebrate together, and when Emperor Qing waved his hand, some envoys stepped forward and stood on both sides of the iron cage, waiting for an order to lift the veil.

The red horse is fully exposed under the light that seems to be daytime.

Appears with the horse and the trainer in the cage.

Wang Youzhong's heart shook.

It's now.

The animal trainer glanced at Wang Youzhong's eyes from the corner of his eye, changed his smile into a tiger's, and lashed the sweaty BMW with a whip.

The horse roared like clouds and thunder, and the red mark on the horse's body became more and more obvious, and the cage was broken at this moment!

As long as the horse rushes out, within half a stick of incense, the medicine will be effective, and Bai Su will be able to reveal his fierce appearance.

Amidst the commotion, Wang Youzhong jumped up against the table: "Your Majesty, this old slave will walk a celestial journey for you today!"

In the blink of an eye, the shadow at the door rose and fell, flickering under the moonlight and lamplight.

The flying knife in his sleeve slammed down on the jade steps like a rain of swords. Wang Youzhong raised his hand and knocked down the last bright lamp, and the faint flame rose up.

His king and his army will burn half the sky of Dazhou like this raging fire.

The flying knife was close at hand, but what people didn't expect was that the next moment, Emperor Qing suddenly jumped with his legs curled up, and precisely avoided the direction of the sharp knife's pursuit.

Wang Youzhong was taken aback.

This is impossible.

He knew that Emperor Qing was not an ordinary man, let alone a weak emperor, so he prepared a sufficient dose of ephedra, and the effect of the medicine was not trivial, how could it be.

wrong.

There are also the eyeliner and secret works that the prince placed in the palace.

Those at the door—

With a sound of "Boom", the four palace doors made a thunderous sound, and the shattered moonlight sprinkled into the fire, and the red silk and silver armor looked like a ghost messenger in the flames.

Wang Youzhong was dumbfounded.

"This is not the prince's soldier... This is not my family's hidden guard!"

"Bai Su! You..."

Before he could speak, a long arrow flew towards him and shot directly through the eye.

Bai Ye put the bow and crossbow back under the table, and walked up with the knife.

The palace ladies and servants in the hall hugged each other in a panic, their voices were miserable like ghosts.

At this time, a man wearing red armor and iron boots came striding along the bloody road with a machete in his hand.

The shrill voice stopped abruptly, and Wang Youzhong was easily picked up from the back of his neck, and his collar tightened his throat.

Outside the door, the swords and swords were shining, and the officers and soldiers wielding scimitars were full of power, escorting them in black clothes to stand in the summer night.

Stepping over the corpse with iron boots, he waved his hand, and the guards carrying the peace jar rushed in from both sides of the palace gate.

The firelight became weaker, but the man's vicissitudes and strong face became more and more clear.

"At the end of the day, Lu Zicheng, the general of Qiunan Road, came to rescue him!"

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"The fire seems to be a little smaller." Said with an oval face.

Inside Xinchang Palace, Lu Xiling clasped her hands and looked at the shining golden phoenix in the sky.

It seems to be smaller.

"The girl has been standing for a long time, do you want to take a rest?"

Lu Xiling shook her head.

The teacher gave her the etiquette of poetry and books, not to let her abandon the teacher as a deserter.Although she knows that the tip of a knife is silent, and that once she gets involved in court disputes, she will be doomed, but she also has her own principles.

If the dishes are reworked, they can no longer be in the Food Bureau, which is too eye-catching.

Inside and outside the deep palace, the only one she can turn to for help is the little princess.

"May the Bodhisattva bless the princess and they are safe and sound." The oval-faced servant girl put her hands together and said.

Standing in the night wind, Lu Xiling felt a sense of loss for some reason.

Life is really fragile and impermanent, who knows what will happen tomorrow.

"It's done! It's done! Ah Ling!"

A call woke up Lu Xiling.

When Lu Xiling saw that it was Liang Chen walking over with Mei Ziyuan on his arm, she hurriedly greeted her in three steps at a time.

"Teacher, slow down."

Mei Ziyuan waved her hand, took Lu Xiling's hand excitedly: "It's done!"

"I know." Lu Xiling nodded, "The fire is gone, Your Majesty and the others have won the bet."

"Do not,"

"What? Isn't it?"

This time even the little maid was anxious, sobbing and jumping her feet, she said, "What isn't it? What isn't it? Is something wrong with my princess, woo woo woo—"

"It's not a princess." Mei Ziyuan scolded angrily, and seeing the little servant girl crying, she was frightened away, then she patted Lu Xiling's hand and said, "It's your uncle who came to save you! Your family is going to be successful!"

I have some impressions about Qiu Nandao's uncle Lu Xiling, but not much.

When she saw this uncle since she was a child, she had a serious face, he held his breath when he spoke, and never joked with the juniors.

All the children in the clan are afraid of him, only Lu Xiling is not.

"Uncle...how come..."

Qiunan Road is more than a hundred miles away from the capital, and Lu Zicheng is not the Monkey King who can do somersaults one hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Lu Xiling suddenly remembered her theory of "Fenghuo plays princes".

Mei Ziyuan tapped her on the head lightly, and said angrily, "Silly boy! I'm starting to think wildly again, it's the Second Highness!"

"Bai Ye?" Lu Xiling pursed her lips, calling the prince's full name in front of outsiders was a bit disrespectful.

"Who else is there besides the Second Highness? He was the one who asked the emperor to allow your uncle to go to Beijing to defend! Your uncle has done a great job in escorting this trip, and even your family can follow suit!"

Mei Ziyuan pondered for a moment, then said: "Silly girl, your family's Feng Shui is about to change."

　Sorry, I can only update it tonight because of something at home, I will make up for everyone on Saturday and Sunday, bow——

　　
　
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