I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 372 Yan Jing Blood Flows and Drifts the Night

  The imperial city shrouded in darkness.

  Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Concubine Si was holding a food box and looking inside.

  Behind her, Mammy was still holding the little prince in her arms. The little prince is very cute, with a pair of **** eyes, alluring like ripe grapes. He is not sensible yet, he only knows how to eat his own fingers, and occasionally makes a clicking sound, which is very clear in this quiet night.

  Fu Sheng came out, shook off the dust of the chief eunuch, and sighed: "Your Majesty, please go back, the little prince can't bear to be exposed more deeply. Your Majesty has already rested, and no one will be seen today."

  Concubine Si blinked her eyes like autumn water, and her brows were furrowed with worry. She remembered the rumors in the palace during the day, saying that His Majesty's old illness had relapsed and his health was about to fail. Once the building is about to collapse, not to mention that their mother and son are rich and have nothing to depend on, their lives may be in danger.

   It was Concubine Si who was most worried. She handed over the food box in her hand, "Eunuch Fu, let me and the emperor go in and have a look. Your Majesty loves the little prince the most. The little prince will not see his father for a day..."

   As she spoke, she winked at Mammy, and Mammy pinched the little prince's ass, and the little prince cried out in pain.

  Fu Sheng's eyes twitched, "Your Majesty, His Majesty will visit the little prince in two days, so don't think too much about it. It's not just you, but also the other concubines."

   Concubine Si saw that she was too weak, so she made up her mind to rush in, but was stopped by the Imperial Forest Army after only two steps, and the panic in her heart continued unabated.

   "Come here, send Concubine Si back to Fusi Palace."

  The Imperial Forest Army received the order from Eunuch Fu, and two tall and strong guards had already arrived in front of Concubine Si, "Your Majesty, please."

   Concubine Si took the nanny and the little prince back, taking a step and turning back three times.

  While walking through a long and narrow corridor, suddenly there was the sound of a crow overhead, and the two flapped their wings and flew into the night sky.

   At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

  A rain of arrows shot out from the walls on both sides of the corridor. In a crisis, Concubine Si turned around, and the gorgeous palace dress bloomed beautifully. She snatched the little prince from the hand of the nanny and held it in her arms.

  With a dull sound, the arrow pierced into the flesh, splashing a lot of blood. The guard and the nanny fell before their eyes, chilling Si Meiren's face. She tied the little prince around her waist with a batch of silk, and Liu Meileng faced those killers with clenched fists and blasted them out.

  **

  The assassination took place not only in the tunnel, but also in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

  Dozens of private guards killed the guards of the Imperial Forest Army, rushed into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, set up Grandpa Fu Sheng, and surrounded the dragon bed.

  Among the stars and the moon, Ying Zheqi came out and kowtowed to the dragon bed.

   "Father, the destiny belongs to you. Are you still unwilling to establish a heir? The demon concubine has been punished, and her evil son will go with her..."

   There was no response from the dragon bed.

  The great **** Fu Sheng said loudly: "His Royal Highness, unexpectedly you are the first person who can't stand it anymore! You quickly order people to retreat, His Majesty is thinking of the love between father and son, and maybe he will let you go."

  Ying Zheqi's eyes widened, and his unremarkable facial features seemed to become more crowded. "Shut up, you eunuch! The first thing this king will do when he boards the Dabao is to cut off your head to sacrifice to heaven."

   Fu Sheng narrowed his eyes and sneered, "That depends on whether you have the ability."

  Ying Zheqi was taken aback, and ignored Fu Sheng. He took the long sword from the private guard beside him, and walked cautiously towards the dragon bed.

   Picking up the tip of the sword, the quilt slipped off, leaving nothing inside.

not good!

  A warning rose in my heart.

   "Ah!" There were cries of pain one after another, and in the blink of an eye, those private guards had their throats cut from behind. Those harvesters of fate, shaped like ghosts, are the most capable dead soldiers close to Emperor Yanwu. Using them to deal with Ying Zheqi's private guards was as easy as pie.

  The situation took a turn for the worse, and Ying Zheqi hadn't seen it clearly yet. Hearing that Fu Sheng took out the momentum of proclaiming the decree, "Welcome Your Majesty."

  Emperor Yanwu walked over wearing a dragon robe.

  His entire face was as sinking as water.

   "Bastard! Rebel! I'm not dead yet!"

   A slap was raised high and then fell. Ying Zheqi was stunned and hit the foot of the dragon bed.

   Ying Zheqi, who reacted, didn't care about the blood pouring from his head, and crawled and hugged Emperor Yanwu's thigh, tears and blood streaming down his face. "Father, I made a mistake. I dare not do it again. I shouldn't be fooled by eating lard. I just think about the world. A country cannot live without a king."

  Emperor Yan Wu kicked it away, "I think you are going to heaven. Someone here, put King Qi in the sky prison, and all the people in King Qi's mansion will go to prison."

  The dead man escorted King Qi down, Emperor Yanwu suddenly remembered something, and ran towards the outside of the hall.

  Fu Sheng followed, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

   "Concubine Si, come, hurry up and bring Concubine Si to me."

   As the so-called adversity sees the truth, in Emperor Yanwu's heart, Concubine Si deservedly ranked first.

  **

  In the Zongsi Mansion.

  The heavy chain imprisoned his hands and feet, and Ying Zheming walked back and forth in the prison. At this time, his hair became a black lion, he grew a beard, and he became a sharp king. He doesn't know the sun, the moon, and the time, so he lives by the water droplets dripping from the canopy.

   "Three hundred and thirty-one, three hundred and thirty-two..."

  The prison was filled with a musty smell, and he turned a blind eye to it.

   The cell boss who guarded him was not surprised, his heavy eyelids were heavy and his eyes were full of fights, and the sleepy bugs came home.

  However, with the next breath, the old man's eyes widened, staring at his chest in disbelief, a long sword had pierced through.

  In front of him, stood a man in red. Under the dim light, he saw the blood and the red clothes mixed together, and he couldn't tell each other apart.

  Ying Zhefeng pulled out his long sword, touched the cell boss, and found a key.

   "Brother Huang, Zhefeng is here, and Zhefeng will take you to see the light."

  His hands were still trembling. He had imagined this scene many times and practiced it in his heart many times.

  The keys belong to the prison door, but not the chains. Ying Zhefeng speculated that the key should be with the more important leader.

  Ying Zheming is dull, stiff, and has no reaction to what happened at this time.

   Regarding this, Ying Zhefeng only felt heartache.

  He entered the prison door and looked at the iron chain protruding from the wall, which imprisoned his most admired and loved brother.

   "Don't be afraid, Brother Huang, I will cut him off right away, and you will be free."

  He raised the sword in his hand high, between the power and the palm, he shouted "open".

  When the green steel sword met the iron chain, the gold and iron collided and sparks burst out.

  The iron chain was rubbed with obvious white marks.

   Not broken yet.

  Ying Zheming suddenly yelled, and pulled Ying Zhefeng out.

  Ying Zhefeng refused. He raised the sword in his hand again, and looked at more than a dozen swords in a row, each sword was stronger than the previous one.

boom!

   Accompanied by Ying Zhefeng spitting out a mouthful of blood, the iron chain finally broke. He sat down on the thatched pusher with a smile on his face.

   "Brother Huang, you are free! Hahaha, Brother Huang..."

  The sound stopped abruptly.

  Ying Zhefeng followed Ying Zheming's gaze and looked outside the old door. At some time, Yi Zhaoxian and two guards had already stood outside the door.

   "King Xu said that King Feng will come to save King Ming. As expected, brotherly love is deep. What a pity, what a pity!"

  Yi Zhaoxian waved his hand behind him, and a guard stepped forward. This time, the three kings and the nine kings will eventually become troubled brothers.

  **

  Xu Wangfuzhong.

  Baicaoshi and Zheyu stood side by side in the courtyard, listening to the cries, shouts, cries of children, and hissing from the palace next door.

   "Yu Bao, among those people, some are innocent."

  Zhe Yu took her into his arms, "The road to imperial power and hegemony is like this. Winners and losers will always have to pay the price in blood."

  (end of this chapter)