Stories Of Nine Cities

Because of Han Jue's words, Han Wushang and Lengji look down at him.

"Although I had expected this day for a long time, I didn't expect that it would be you." Cold Jue expression sad cover wound cough, let the blood flow from the corner of the mouth, looks startling, but cold no war but always indifferent.

"Do too many things that will be resented by others, so do you have consciousness long ago? In this case, you should abdicate early and pass on the title of the Lord of the city to me. Maybe there will be a way to live. " Han Wushang looks at Han Jue in a mocking tone. His eyes are full of killing intention, and there is no trace of vitality, which makes Han Jue laugh.

"You still don't know anything." Cold Jue fell to sit on the ground of shaking his head, wound spilled blood and next to Wei Qiu's blood donation mixed together, let cold Jue self mockery of hum.

If the throne is so easy to sit on, how can there be so many troubles? If he can just sit on it, why does he bother to get to today? Even the prime minister can understand the truth, but the children in front of them don't understand anything.

What you get in this way will be lost in this way one day. Even if the civil and military officials accept him, will the people all over the world support him? Even life is not able to do well, where the self-confidence can become immortal Mingjun? What's the use of the throne if you can't keep the city?

Han Jue looked up at Han Wushang. He knew it would be like this. He shouldn't have given it to the prime minister. He was wrong.

"I don't understand?" Mockingly asked, Han Wushang looked at Han Jue with a smile. What's the situation now? Hasn't he made it clear? What else do you understand? It's just a dying man.

"You can't be the Lord of the city. From the moment you decide to stand here, that position has nothing to do with you." Han Jue looked at Han Wushang, his face flashed a moment of sadness, and then became relieved.

As a father, he hopes to avoid the worst result in the most mellow way, because as the Lord of the city, he can not choose much, and the result of giving the right to choose is no more than that.

"Joke! Without you, this city is mine! The evil of Hanxi that you are thinking of will die outside, carrying the charge of regicide, and there will never be a place to turn over! " Han Wushang's self-confidence made him smile.

"It won't be what you want." Han Jue's statement made Han Wushang angry.

"Shut up! You still look down on me when you die! " Han Wushang's angry eyes swing a sword on Han Jue's body, throwing a ground of scarlet.

Lying on the ground can not move the cold Jue, the former high above the city, now weak and old extremely embarrassed, even that pair of once Eagle sharp eyes, also slowly become dim down.

Looking at Han Wushang surrounded by anger and resentment, he was not sure what he had done wrong, but he could not help regretting. If he had chosen the people around him instead of the world, would things have changed? Unfortunately, there is no turning back.

"The position of the city leader is mine, I will never let you give it to hanxixie, absolutely!" Han Wushang shouts to declare his sovereignty, but Han Jue doesn't want to see it anymore and slowly closes his eyes.

It turns out that the child always thinks so in his heart? In this case, why can't you think about it in reverse? What is the difference? In this way Anyway, he has no right to interfere.

In his blurred vision, Han Jue saw the cold and no sorrow, regret and helplessness, compassion and cold heart dominated by anger. Countless emotions intertwined, but consciousness gradually turned into nothingness.

When the cold Jue pupil can no longer reflect a ray of light, the struggle for usurpation of the throne also came to an end.

With a heavy slap, he threw it on hanwushang's face. With Zhao Qinyuan's tears, hanwushang's face became cold. He reached out and wiped the blood donation from the corner of his mouth.

"What have you done?" Unable to control the trembling Zhao Qinyuan, she glares at Han Wushang and roars.

"What? Protector! It's a pity that hanxixie is quick, and her son is a little late. " Long thought of a good speech, Han Wushang said of course, see Zhao Qinyuan wave is a slap.

Unfortunately, this time did not achieve the wish, was cold no war a grasp of the wrist, and then looked at her coldly.

"Mother, my son's minister is just a protector. You don't have to be so angry, do you?" Looking at Zhao Qinyuan with disapproval, Han Wushang's eyes are full of warning. After all, he is the king of the city from today on. Even his mother can be sentenced to death for doing so.

"Protector?! Are you protecting the Lord? " Zhao Qinyuan glares at Han Wushang and roars. She sweeps the body lying down on the ground. At last, she focuses on Han Jue. At that moment, she is worried and painful. She doesn't understand why until a long time later.

"Isn't it?" Cold no war disapprove of the response, and then turn around with Lengji account, at the same time also let people out to report.

"Cold without sorrow!" Distressed Zhao Qinyuan, even the name with surname is the first time, also let the cold no war eyebrows slightly wrinkled turned to look at her.

"Mother, this is the end of the matter. It's better to look ahead." Han Wushang said with a cold face."Looking forward? How do you look forward to being charged with regicide? " It shouldn't be like this. Zhao Qinyuan clenched her hands tightly into a fist. She did so much, not to let him stand here and get everything he wanted in this way, not to.

"Mother, pay attention to your wording. It's hanxixie who killed the king. Don't forget it The expression of frowning is cold and stern, and there is obvious warning in the tone. Han Wushang thinks that Zhao Qinyuan should be able to understand.

"What about hanxixie?" Zhao Qinyuan gnashing her teeth staring at Han Wushang asked.

"Because he is defeated by the guards of the royal city and the army of my protector, he has fled in rout. In the end, he will die on the road of being hunted down, and I will succeed in grief." This is the final version of the story, and it's also the script created by Han Wushang. Fortunately, things are going smoothly.

"What if hanxixie didn't die?" Zhao Qinyuan stares at Han Wushang coldly. As long as there are suspicious forces in the court, the existence of Han xixie is the biggest threat, and there is only one truth.

"No if, because I don't allow him to live." Zhao Qinyuan was silent for a long time because of the cold expression in her eyes and the ferocious appearance on her face.

If hanxixie is a person who can be easily removed, how can he have a chance to live to this day? It's not enough to have the blessing of the Lord. How can the child not understand what she knows? And the father, who had planned for so long, why did he let things come to this point?

This kind of killing should be ended in her hands. Why did it last to the child in front of her? Does he know what he is doing? If it is known to outsiders, if it can not be covered up, can he know that he will bear the charge of Patricide all his life, and there is no room to turn over.

It is in order to avoid such things that we have come to this day carefully. What's the result?

Looking up at hanwushang, she couldn't tell whether her mixed feelings were sadness or desolation. Zhao Qinyuan looked at hanwushang deeply and then looked down at hanjue.

I'm afraid he never dreamed that he would die in his own children's hands! And she has only one choice.

"Get the prime minister before they get the news." Zhao Qinyuan cold voice said such a sentence, and then the sleeves of a swing turned back to walk.

Looking at Zhao Qinyuan's far back, Han Wushang sneers and puts out his hand to wipe the painful wound at the corner of his mouth. He licks the blood in her mouth, then turns to Lengji and asks.

"And the prime minister?"

When the news of hanjue's death came out, the whole city became a sensation. Just like this inexplicable rebellion, people still thought that there was something wrong.

"My Lord!" Seeing Zhuang Weixian rocking down on the chair, Tang Shuhe, who came to report, rushed forward to help him. As a result, Zhuang Weixian raised his hand and stopped him.

Although I had guessed that there would be such a result for a long time, I didn't expect that it would be presented in such a way. It's not the prime minister, it's not the wife of the city Lord, but the childe who is protected everywhere.

What is this? Zhuang Weixian's eyes were moist and he held his forehead. He was distressed by the fact that he felt sad for Han Jue. What could be more cruel than to die in his own children's hands? Even the young master xixie, he didn't want to use this way, but

"What shall we do now, my lord?" The Lord has died. At this time, everyone's attention is in the King City. Should they also The crane in Tang Dynasty looked at Zhuang Weixian and frowned.

"First, maintain the public order of the King City, and inform Lord he of the Ministry of war that the chaos outside the city also needs to be settled as soon as possible." Zhuang Weixian took a deep breath and explained himself calmly.

"In the city of kings?" Tang Shuhe looked at Zhuang Weixian with some worry. At this time, the prime minister and others had already gone to the city to discuss. If they were backward, they would have to let it go.

"The other party has been prepared for a long time. We'd better not act rashly at this time. We should keep our strength before xixie comes back." Zhuang Weixian looks up at Tang Shuhe and knows what the other party is worried about. Once those people get together, this matter will be covered up reasonably. However, as long as Han xixie does not die, they will always have a way.

If the prime minister is forced to make a breakthrough at this time, he will only be used by the prime minister. If he makes a charge at that time, maybe he will follow the lead of the Lord, and his hope for the future will be even more slim.

"Go! I'll talk to Mr. Zeng about the rest. " Zhuang Weixian waved his hand, and Tang Shuhe didn't insist on bowing his hand.

When Tang Shuhe had just left and Zhuang Weixian had left Shangshu mansion, Zeng Zexuan was very sad because of the news.

"Lord Zhuang." Zeng Zexuan called faintly, holding a jade card in his hand.

"Lord Zeng." Along with Zeng Zexuan's line of sight, Zhuang Weixian also looked at the jade card in his opponent's hand.

"The Lord is kind-hearted. He didn't have to be like this, but he chose this end. He thought it would be the prime minister. Who knows..." Speaking of this, Zeng Zexuan couldn't help choking his eyes."There's nothing we can do about it. On the bright side, it's Mr. Wu Shang who's doing it. It's better for us." Zhuang Weixian's words made Zeng Zexuan look up at him.

"But for the Lord, there is nothing more cruel." Ming Ming wanted to protect the tiger, but he raised the tiger. Zeng Zexuan thought about wiping the corner of his eye.

"Fortunately, there is young master xixie, isn't there?" Zhuang Weixian said in a low voice, but still silently clenched his hands hidden in his sleeve into a fist.

"You have to live!" Zeng Zexuan murmured and threw himself out of the door along Zhuang Weixian's line of sight.

Yes! You have to live!