Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 475 I sit on the throne, you sit in my arms

Rumble…

Click...

The entire city of Kyoto was filled with a biting cold and dampness.

The rainstorm washed away the blood on the ground, and also cleaned the dead bodies with or without heads. On Fuzheng Street, the bodies of the tiger guards almost blocked the intersection. The broken stone slabs in the battle were covered with blood, and the smell of blood on the ground was carried by the wind.

Because of the earlier battles, the masters stepped on the tiles of many houses and broke them. The man living in the yard next door heard that there was no movement outside. He couldn't stand the life in the Water Curtain Cave anymore, so he climbed up the wall with a spare green tile. When a ray of light tore through the rainy night and cut off the brief light, he saw the hideous and horrible corpses on the street, with pale faces, wide-open eyes, broken necks and tilted heads with a trace of flesh attached. He was so scared that he fell back into the yard with a plop and broke his leg.

The long corridors inside and outside the palace had been cleared, with rainwater mixed with blood flowing into the distance along the drainage ditch. Except for Lin Wan'er, who was wrapped in a thick blanket and carried into the Tai Chi Hall by a man in black holding an umbrella and walking in the water with a click, click, click, Fan Ruoruo and Ye Ling'er were dragged along the way by the back collars of their wedding dresses.

Her hair was soaked, her makeup was smudged, one of her red shoes had fallen off, and water was oozing out of her entire body.

They had no idea what was happening until they saw the bodies of the guards, Red Riders and eunuchs on both sides of the stairs, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

This is not a battle to defend the Chu Palace, this is a battle to annihilate a country.

And the victor, stepping on the corpses of Li Yunqian's supporters, stepped onto the dragon throne, which symbolizes power, step by step.

pat.

pat.

The two were thrown onto the cold ground in the hall like dead dogs.

Fan Ruoruo raised her head and saw Fan Xian, whose arm was missing and the gauze bandage was stained red with blood.

"elder brother!"

"Ruoruo..."

Fan Xian opened his eyes slightly and called out weakly.

She got up from the ground and rushed forward, but was gently pulled by a hand that came out from nowhere, causing her to fall to the ground and unable to get up for a while.

Ye Ling'er was calmer. She saw Chen Pingping who had lost both hands, Yan Ruohai and his son with swords at their necks, Deng Ziyue who was kneeling with his head down and died with his eyes open. A man with a square face, a beard and wearing the special armor of the Northern Qi Dynasty kicked Deng Ziyue's body with a look of disgust, knocked it over and shook off the blood on the sword.

"Tan Wu."

"I am here. Pick two of the surrendered imperial guards to lead the way. Take the sword guards to this man's home. Kill everyone in the family, young and old, as long as they are breathing."

"Yes."

A man with a murderous look on his face rushed out of the hall and disappeared into the heavy rain that showed no signs of stopping.

"Didn't he just scold you a few times? Isn't it too cruel to do this?"

Ye Ling'er looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was the Minister of Rites Xin Qiwu. He was not abused and was sitting on the chair that only Lin Ruofu was qualified to sit on in the past. Next to him were a group of ferocious killers from the State of Qi.

"What? Do you have any objections?"

Shang Shanhu glared at Xin Qiwu, and his chrysanthemum tightened in fear, and his whole body trembled: "I dare not, I dare not..."

"Humph, if it weren't for us Qi people saving you, you would have been wiped out by him and the people from the Overwatch Council."

Shang Shan Hu pointed at Yan Bingyun and said, "Now you are begging for them? Humph, I really don't understand why Chu Pingsheng cares about the life and death of people like you."

Xin Qiwu looked at Yan Bingyun's face, then at Yan Ruohai's face, and knew that what the Qi military god who rode his horse to trample Nanqing said was true.

"You, the Overwatch Council... are so cruel."

Yan Bingyun snorted coldly and said, "Traitors and thieves, everyone has the right to kill them."

Traitor?

he?
Xin Qiwu felt that Yan Bingyun was overly flattering himself by using this adjective.

Just then, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard from the corridor. Sean walked into the Taiji Hall with a knife in his left hand and a cloaked man in his right hand, followed by Crown Prince Li Chengqian and Second Prince Li Chengze.

puff!
The man was kicked on the butt and fell beside Ye Ling'er and Fan Ruoruo.

The two girls took a closer look and saw that the one-armed man in the priest's uniform with black eye shadow, highlighted eyeliner and an evil look was none other than their Emperor Li Yunqian of Qing.

Xin Qiwu's legs went weak, and he was about to slide down from the chair and kowtow to the emperor, but was pushed back by the deputy commander of the Sword Guards, Jiu Yue Ba. Facing the murderous face, he gave a lewd smile and gave up.

Lin Wan'er was put on the chair by the man in black. After untying the wet blanket, her hair was disheveled and her face was pale as she looked at the two expressionless princes.

"Second brother, third brother..."

She couldn't understand why Li Yunqian was treated like this by the people of Qi, but her sons Li Chengqian and Li Chengze were indifferent. It seemed that... those people of Qi were their friends.

On the way into the palace, Yan Bingyun heard Yan Ruohai talking about the Qi State Sword Guards hiding in Prince Duan's Mansion. When he saw the two princes, he spat with disgust on his face.

"Bah! Traitor! You are a traitor! You are a traitor to your father and your country! You are worse than pigs and dogs!"

Li Chengqian stood at the foot of the high platform where the dragon throne was placed, pretending not to hear anything. However, Li Chengze put his hands into his sleeves, looked at Chen Pingping's severed hand and Fan Xian's severed arm with great enthusiasm, and said with a smile, "Who is the traitor? We will know for sure after tonight."

"you!"

Yan Bingyun is not a fool. Thinking of Chu Pingsheng's actions in Northern Qi, he was immediately indignant. He held his head high and said, "History will clear my name."

Li Chengqian pulled his hand out of his sleeve and patted his shoulder: "History is written by the victors."

"Fan Xian, you...why! Ahem..."

"Wan'er!"

The exclamation from behind interrupted their conversation. Li Chengze turned around and saw that it was Lin Wan'er who was too excited to see Fan Xian who had lost his right arm and was vomiting blood again.

The man in black behind her took out a white porcelain bottle and wanted to feed her the elixir, but when he heard Shangshan Hu snort coldly, he put the white porcelain bottle back into his arms and just held Lin Wan'er down hard to prevent her from moving.

"Ah..." At this time, the eldest princess yawned and walked in from outside accompanied by the female officials Wanqiu and Yan Xiaoyi.

She wore a gorgeous crown, a golden phoenix hairpin on her head, red lips, jade powder, and smelled of rose dew. She walked into the Taiji Hall radiantly. She didn't look at Lin Wan'er who was panting heavily, nor at Fan Xian who had a miserable end. She walked straight to Li Yunqian who dared not move because if he moved he would be subjected to a wave of ice and fire, and couldn't even commit suicide. She stretched out her jade-white hand, stroked his cheek, and said with a smile: "Brother, it should be okay for me to sit on your dragon throne?"

After saying that, she stood up, dragged her long skirt up the stairs, walked to the dragon throne which symbolized the highest power in Qing Kingdom, and sat down. She leaned to the left, but felt uncomfortable, so she switched to the right side. She leaned against the back of the chair, lightly touching the armrest, half lying on it, looking like a lazy concubine lying down to welcome her own emperor.

pat.

pat.

pat.

Outside, there was the sound of wet shoes hitting the ground.

When they were almost at the entrance of the main hall, Ye Linger, Fan Ruoruo, Xin Qiwu and others shifted their attention from Li Yunrui to the back.

A flash of light hung down from the south, illuminating the visitor's distraught face.

The soaked young man was carrying a corpse on his back and another corpse under his armpit. He walked into the Tai Chi Hall and looked around in a daze.

The people inside were also looking at him—Wang Xi, the youngest person from Dongyi City and the thirteenth among Si Gu Jian’s disciples.

When Li Yunqian saw the attire of the two corpses, his heart sank completely.

"grandfather……"

Ye Ling'er rushed over, hugged the body of Ye Liuyun whose arm was broken, and cried bitterly. Ye Liuyun's death meant that the Ye family's sky... had collapsed.

"What are you doing?!"

Wang Xi and his companions went from the palace to the Chu Mansion. To collect the bodies and return to the city, his first choice was naturally to go back to the Taiji Palace to see Li Yunqian. Although he found that something was wrong on the way, he had no choice. When he entered the palace, he saw that the front hall was lit and the back hall was dark. He did not think much about it and entered the hall with the bodies of the two great masters. When he saw Li Yunqian, who had become a prisoner, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Qing Kingdom...is finished!
"Si Gu Jian...is dead, and Ye Liuyun is dead too." Fan Xian whispered a few words, then suddenly looked up: "Where's Bai Feng? Where's Uncle Wu Zhu?"

"Bai Feng?"

Wang Xi lowered his head, his wet hair covering his eyes, and whispered softly: "Where is the white wind, where is the white wind..."

"Wuzhu is here."

At this time, voices were heard outside the hall, and a black shadow with a thick smell of moisture flew in, and fell in front of Fan Xian with a plop.

Blindfolded with a black cloth, covered with leather, and with a crown on his head, it was none other than his uncle Wuzhu.

but……

Wuzhu in front of him looked more miserable than anyone else. Only his upper body was injured, but his lower body was missing. However, what was puzzling was that the cut was not bloody, and the oozing liquid was yellow. Under the muscle-like skin, there was black, hard metal.

What the hell is this?

Shangshan Hu, Xiao En, Li Yunrui, Yan Ruohai and others were all shocked, staring blankly at the thing that looked like a human but was not a human.

Fan Xian's body trembled, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

No wonder Wuzhu lacks emotions, always speaks directly, does not age, and can fight with grandmasters without true energy. It turns out...it turns out that he is a robot.

"Yan Bingyun, Yan Bingyun..."

The next female voice woke up the Yan father and son. They looked up and saw Shen Wan'er, the sister of Shen Zhong, the former commander of the Northern Qi Jinyiwei, entering the hall with the help of Haitang Duoduo. Seeing her lover with a sword at his neck, she pushed the Northern Qi Saint Girl hard and ran to Yan Bingyun, wanting to throw herself into his arms, but was kicked over by the man in black behind her.

Haitang Duoduo sighed softly.

After dealing with Ku He's body, she left the Chu Mansion and rushed to the palace. On the way, she happened to meet Shen Wan'er, who realized that the situation was not good and was looking for Yan Bingyun in the rain. So she captured the person and brought him to Taiji Hall.

The others' attention stayed on the two women's faces for less than a second before they were attracted by the man who came out of the rain with a thin cigarette on his body, but his green shirt was not wet.

The instigator of all this, the great devil Chu...is here.

Ye Ling'er, Fan Ruoruo, and Fan Xian all looked at him with hatred on their faces.

Yan Bingyun stared at those eyes that looked awkward no matter how he looked at them. The flesh on his cheeks twitched upwards again and again, like an angry and growling beast. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Chu... Ping... Sheng."

He glanced indifferently at this man who was willing to give everything for the Kingdom of Qing, climbed the stairs between the two princes, and walked to the front of the dragon throne.

Li Yunrui did not move, but patted the empty space in front of him, meaning for him to sit in his arms.

"That's not good in front of your daughter."

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"..."

Chu Pingsheng did not argue with her. He sat down with his waist lowered, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked around the hall with disdain. He felt that there was indeed something different.

Is this the feeling of superiority of sitting on the dragon throne?
"Now that everything has settled, it's time to reward the good and punish the evil."

Fan Ruoruo scoffed at this. Rewarding the good and punishing the evil? Isn't he the one who deserves the most punishment?
Yan Bingyun even spat on the ground to show his contempt.

"Sean, do you know why I want you to leave a message about Ruohai and his son's lives?"

Sean looked at the father and son and shook his head slightly.

"In Northern Qi, I promised you that I would help you find the illegitimate child of Yuxiang, the prostitute your son loved. That person... is both far away and close at hand."

Far away and right in front of you?

What do you mean?
It took Sean several seconds to react. He followed the gazes of others and mechanically looked at the young master of the Yan family who had hated him all the way because he carried the Emperor of Qing Kingdom to the palace like a chicken.

(End of this chapter)