Chapter 59: The protagonist must die

His aftertone came from the empty hall, and the little monarch slowly lowered his hand. He didn't go to see him and didn't answer. He just stared at the assassin on the ground. He supported his body with his hands motionless, and Qingsi was covered with a bed. The thin layer of annoyance between his eyebrows made him look like he was frightened, and he was like an irritated evil spirit.
It took a long time for the slightly naive but extremely cold voice to sound: "Injured?"
Xuanjia busy said: "Weichen is fine."
Nie Jia flicked her finger, "Come on, you have worked hard."
Xuan Jia looked at the little monarch who was still maintaining that movement on the bed. His eyes were uncertain. He always felt that the little monarch was different. There seemed to be an abyss-like gloomy gloom.
"Yes." Xuan Jia didn't dare to ask anything in the end. He retreated, and dragged the assassin's body before he left.
Nie Jia was silent for a long time in the dark before he lowered his head tiredly and covered his face with his hands. He was more weak than he was a few days ago.
The assassin is not only a wave, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can those thieves who want to kill the tyrant easily let go. In the second half of the night, the sounds of jingling sounds continued, and there were roars and screams outside, blood splashed through the window paper, and blood oozed under the cracks of the door. One can imagine what a purgatory scene outside.
The little monarch in the temple just sat quietly in the dark, listening to this grand killing.
After all, Xuan Jia had only one person, lack of avatars, and occasionally, a fish that leaked into the temple broke into the temple, but he was killed by the little kingdom when he raised his hand.
This night passed by the sword and sword.
Nie Jia has not slept all night, and the elder is sick and sick, but just stayed up all night. Nie Jia's eyes are full of ravens. As soon as I left the hall early in the morning, Chiyun Palace was refreshed everywhere. The snow was gone and the blood was gone. There was no strange smell in the cold air. I glanced at it, as if nothing happened last night.
But the tense atmosphere in the palace can not be ignored. After being awakened in the middle of the night to witness the storm at the Chiyun Palace, the palace people above and below the Chiyun Palace are all in a state of fraught. Only the little monarch's expression was normal, and after a few mouthfuls of poor appetite, he went to the sun under the gallery.
There was a fire at his feet, and when the warm sun shone, Nie Jia was sleepy, shrinking into a layer of fur and dozing off.
The large-scale assassination at Chiyun Palace has spread to Chaotang. I heard that Xiao Guojun was unharmed but did not come to the ascension. The courtiers were shocked and pity. The source. Nie Jia guessed it, and all the books were burned without reading them.
"The king, the Jingwang palace is down." The old didn't know if the little king had fallen asleep, so he whispered in his ear.
Nie Jia opened his eyes, and a gleam of sword light overflowed under his lashes.
"I heard that Brother Wang has not been taking medicine for a few days, and his brother deliberately got up early to take the medicine. Brother Wang drank it while it was hot." Jun Changyue led the palace man to Nie Jia with a pale face. The steaming soup was brought to Nie Jia in front of the bowl.
"What poison?" Nie Jia asked perfunctoryly.
Jun Changyue sat next to Nie Jia and smiled self-deprecatingly, "The dark guard next to Brother Wang is very responsible, and all the things sent by his brother have been investigated inside and outside for a long time before it is released. Poisonous ability. "
Jun Changsheng has indeed been brought up by Jun Changyue in recent years. The abuse in the snowy night five years ago left many disease roots in his body, so weak that he could not live at all. But Nie Jia looked at him and did not move the bowl of medicine that King Changsheng had been drinking for five years.
He just closed his eyes lazily and continued to doze.
Jun Changyue did not care about his indifference, Wu Zi said quietly: "Last night Chiyun Palace was extremely dangerous, and the elder brother was happily unharmed, but this situation will only be more and more in the future. The younger brother ’s wish to bury Si Konghan, there will be no scenes of anger among the group of ministers now, and you will not be in such a dangerous situation.
"It's okay, as many as you come, kill as many as you want." Nie Jia groaned lazily.
Jun Changyue smiled palely: "Do you really think that murder can solve everything?"
"Can't it?" Nie Jia looked at him playfully.
The ruler looked indifferent and said: "The day when the sword is always dull, don't you find the one you can call only the dark guards around you? In the palace you are the king of the Yan Kingdom, if you leave the palace only I am afraid that everyone will take your life. As a child, you still talk to your brother when you were a child. "
"Did Si Konghan persuade him when he was cocooning himself?" Nie Jia teared Jun Changyue's scar with scorn.
Sure enough, Jun Changyue was annoyed, watching Nie Jia gasping for two breaths, and then left her sleeves. He turned around when he walked to the gate of Chiyun Palace, looking at his brother with a relaxed expression, his eyes red and biting his teeth in grief and desperation: "You killed Si Konghan, although I complained about you, I never hurt you. Not later, you saved my life as a child, now we do n’t owe each other, so you can do it for yourself. Your brother, do n’t pass it on.
He shed tears and turned his back to Nie Jia when he turned his head. The pain, although it cannot be cured, can be postponed. You can drink it or not. "
He left the Chiyun Palace in a big step.
Nie Jia's fingertips slowly rubbed on the pattern of the hand stove, and I wonder how Jun Changsheng would react to his brother's cracking words. Of course, Nie Jia didn't care. After leaving the palace, Jun Changyue will go to the front line of the northwest, win a military heart with superb medical skills, and recognize the rebirth of Sikong Han, the husband and wife jointly won the hearts and minds of the entire northwest region.
There are six Xuanjia in the northwest front, which is Sikonghan's base camp, which requires absolute strength to suppress it. Shortly after Si Konghan and Jun Changyue recognized each other, the six Xuanjia were all folded in the northwest.
Thinking of this, Nie Jia waved away from the palace man beside him and called Xuanjia to appear, "Have you not returned yet?"
Xuan Jia replied: "Bianguan has a long way to go, and it will take a few days to come back and forth, and it must be coming soon."
Nie Jia frowned and caressed the stinging knee, these legs, it was too much trouble!
"The king is relieved that Weichen vowed to die to defend the safety of the king." The word Xuanjia said with a voice. Seeing that the little monarch was so anxious, he thought he was not at ease with him, and quickly expressed his loyalty.
Nie Jia said nothing in silence.
He is actually very anxious. Yan Guo is indeed beyond the control of Jun Changsheng, as Jun Changyue said. He depends on Xuanjia. It was because of Xuanjia that Si Konghan could be killed. The ability to kill blood is still in the throne because of the black armor.
He has lost all popular support now, and the civil and military officials are wondering how to rebel every day. The army has already killed the palace without Xuanjia. Without Xuanjia, the monarch would lose everything, and his throne and life would be in jeopardy. All this is not just Jun Changyue, even the people can see clearly. Because Sikong God of War died, the tyrant immediately angered another defender of the country, and the entire Zhuolu city was eager to move.
Once someone incited behind, the group of ministers rose up, and a black armor could never protect the little monarch.
After last night's temptation, I am afraid that the Manchu dynasty knows that the defense force around the little monarch is already vulnerable. How can this opportunity be let go, the real turmoil may be in these days, or even tonight.
In this case, to realize the original owner's wish to "defease us," Nie Jia could not continue to nest in the palace, but he did not want to run around. He was afraid that Shi Chen could not find him. Nie Jia's teeth bite closely together, and he feels tortured every moment. He wanted to see Chen Chen, risking his murder and wanted to wait until Chen Chen first.
At this time a bodyguard ran hurriedly, kneeling down under the gallery, breathless and breathless: "King King! Good news! Gao Dudu's elite masters defeated the Yi people, and even captured the four cities of Yi people. He has said to Gao Dudu that he is willing to surrender to Dayan! At this time, Gao Dudu led his army to ride back triumphantly, and has come to Zhuolu City! "
Nie Jiawei was stunned. Gao Wen, the military commander on the front line of Nanyi, was not an excellent general. Can he defeat the invincible Yiping and calm down Nanyi? Suddenly for two seconds, Nie Jia suddenly recovered, it was Xuanjia!
"Go to Xuanwutai!" Nie Jia hurriedly ordered.
In Chiyang Palace, Jun Changyue was sitting at the table in vain, waiting for the palace people to pack up their burdens and prepare to leave the palace. He gave up his brother who had no medicine to save. After he left the palace, no matter how the courtiers washed the palace, it had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to go back to the northwest, where there were traces of Si Konghan's existence, which would be the only comfort for the rest of his life.
Gong people came to tell Nan Yijie.
The ruler was stunned, "Just rely on Gao Wen?"
How can it be!
On the Xuanwu platform, countless guards were standing, and the palace people were around, Nie Jia lifted her heart nervously, and did not dare to blink when she looked at the still closed city gate.
Several heavy ministers standing under the Xuanwu platform were also very nervous. Now Zhuolu City people are panicked. If he surrenders to the tyrant, I do not know when to wait for this good opportunity next time!
However, Gao Wen is only the governor of Xianzhou. He has never set foot in Zhuolu City in his life. tyrant? There is the iron ride brought by Gao Wen, and the dark guards, not to mention!
The courtiers thought so heartily, but the people were not. Although the dead bodies of Sikong God of War are still hanging on the city walls, they are more happy to hear the good news from the battlefield. Yan Guo fought a victory and was better than anything. Although the tyrant's majesty was suspended above his head, it was always better than the displacement after his death.
I heard that an army returned triumphantly, and almost all the people in Zhuolu City came out and huddled along the street, waiting to witness the style of the triumphant master.
Not long after, the city gate opened wide, and at a glance it was a dark armor, and then a gas rushing out of rushed into the city.
The atmosphere that was boiling among the people instantly clamored for Changan.
The expression of Tieqi entering the city was cold and numb. Their armor was not dark, but they were splattered with countless dry blood stains, layer after layer. The solidified blood stains dyed the armor to black, everyone So, I don't know how many people were killed at the border.
The leader of the team is not Gao Wen riding a horse, but a strange man with a blood blade in his armor. A cold iron armor was stuck on his face to cover his mouth and nose, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly. His gray eyes were full of cold killing. be terrified.
The courtiers present couldn't help but feel cold all over.
On the Xuanwu platform, from the moment the army stepped into the city gate, Nie Jia fell from her footsteps, so that she could not care about the leg pain. Gong Ren went to help him, but found that the little country monarch was shaking on his knees, his eyes were red for a long time, and he fixed his eyes on the daunting general, and could not say a word when he bit his teeth. .
Under Xuanwu Terrace, the general looked far to the chaotic Xuanwu Terrace. When the eyes were fixed on the weak little monarch in the cold wind, the pair of lifeless and dull wolf eyes suddenly gathered a trace of shock.