end of days

It was an insignificant morning, which could be regarded as a beautiful spring. The young emperor had already woken up early, and hurriedly moved from the bedroom to the imperial study.

Although there was no early court, and it was a time of peace and prosperity, all kinds of documents still fell on the imperial case like snowflakes, which made Xuanyuanhen very upset.

Picking up the Longjing beside the desk and taking a sip, the emperor sighed heavily, and the emperor's sigh made De Yu, the chief eunuch serving beside him, flinch involuntarily.

The emperor has been on the throne for less than three years, and he can be regarded as kind on weekdays. However, the servants in the palace and the ministers at the court have all experienced his methods.

At that time, the first emperor was newly mourned, and the crown prince passed away suddenly. It was unexpected that the fifth prince would become the great treasure. It was because the empress wanted a puppet, so he won the support of the descendants to inherit the great rule.

That year, although the world was peaceful, the political situation of the imperial court was precarious, the descendants were powerful, foreign relatives interfered in politics, and eunuchs monopolized power.

However, in just over two years, the new emperor solved all the problems by himself, and the bloody methods made people feel creepy.

At that time, Father-in-Law Yu, the chief executive of the Palace of Compassion and Peace, was sentenced to Lingchi. It was rumored that the new emperor had specifically confessed that the executioner had to cut three thousand knives before he could die.

It was also rumored that Eunuch Yu's screams made the Gong'e eunuchs lose sleep for a full month.

Immediately afterwards, the new emperor replaced a large number of old ministers and employed a large number of new ones, quickly forming his own court.

From then on, no one inside or outside the imperial palace dared to act presumptuously in front of the new emperor, and he really secured his footing.

Since then, the government and the public have finally understood that the new emperor's scheming is so deep that he has kept it from everyone in the past ten years.

Seemingly gentle and gentle, he is actually Shura from hell, who built his own empire with iron and blood.

"Deyu——" the emperor's voice was lazy but cold, and the person who was called couldn't help shivering.

"Yes, the slave is here, what orders does the master have?"

"Is there anything new going on inside and outside the palace recently, let me hear it?" Xuanyuanhen's eyes were full of teasing, as if he was standing on the top of a high mountain, examining his followers with the eyes of a higher god.

"Your Majesty, let the slaves think about it." De Yu thought that although the emperor was iron-blooded, he was still very young after all, and he was probably playful, so he said, "The most interesting thing in Beijing right now should be the Jinghua Heroes' Club."

"Oh? Let's go on." The emperor seemed to be a little interested. He has been busy with government affairs these years, and he hasn't had fun for a long time.

"The Jinghua Heroes Club is hosted by the largest martial arts school in the capital. It is held once a year to select heroes from all over the world. I heard that there are many gambling games in the dark."

"I heard? Deyu, I'm afraid it's more than that..." The emperor's eyes were shrewd, and Deyu on one side blushed instantly.

"Your majesty is wise, this servant has indeed invested some money in the game. Right now, everyone is most optimistic about Feilong Zhang Liang Feidu." De Yu was a little embarrassed, after all, gambling is not the right way.

"Look, it scares you. It's a pleasure to play a small gamble. I want to see the heroes of this world when I wait for you to change my clothes!"

what? !

De Yu was taken aback, "The emperor is going out of the palace? You can't do it!" My God, this will let the ministers know that he is not dead.

"Oh? Can't it? This huge country is in my pocket, and it would be a crime for me to leave the palace?!" Looking at Xuanyuanhen's cold eyes, De Yu knew that he had turned his back this time. , I couldn't help but soften my feet.

"Okay, okay, look at your worthless appearance, hurry up and get ready, I want to pay a private visit."

"Yes, the servant knows." Wiping off his cold sweat secretly, De Yu secretly wondered, could the emperor have changed his temper and didn't even give him a knife? !Touching his forehead with lingering fear, he hurried to arrange for the emperor to leave the palace.

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De Yu looked at the cheerful master not far away with a weeping face, and he swore that he never knew that shopping with the emperor was such a difficult job before.

Although the ninety-five-year-old's life was not good when he was young, he was in the palace after all, and he knew nothing about the lives of ordinary people. This time he was out of the palace, he was full of everything like a child. with curiosity.

Seeing the emperor touching everywhere, De Yu suddenly felt a little sad. Although the emperor was cruel, he was still a half-grown child. At this age, other people's sons still enjoy the protection of their parents, and they don't know the sufferings of the world.

But his own master has already emerged from the vortex of power. Although he looks beautiful on the outside, who can he tell the pain in his heart?

The mother was just an unknown talent who was not valued by the late emperor at all, and she herself was not favored by the late emperor, and the late emperor didn't even remember her son.

De Yu heaved a long sigh, Wuqing is the emperor's family the most, this one in front of him is also a poor person...

"Deyu, take me to see the Jinghua Heroes Club. Today should be the last match."

The emperor couldn't wait to see his subjects with high martial arts skills. He even wanted to go on stage in person and try his skills. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance this year. Forget it, let's just watch the excitement this time.

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In the arena, Zhuo Ran and Liang Feidu, the first winner of the previous competition, were in full swing.

From the moves, it can be seen that Liang Feidu is the best in his family. Every move is wide open and closed, and each palm is enough to crack a monument.

Zhuo Ran moved extremely fast between his moves, and sometimes used ingenuity to touch his gaps to save himself from danger.

As the two came and went, neither side made any substantial progress, but the battle was extremely thrilling, and any negligence on both sides could lead to a rewrite of the ending.

The emperor looked at the ring, silent, as if he was thinking about something, for some reason, he felt something was wrong, it seemed that the people on the stage hadn't done their best yet.

Cheng Yumo in the stands was already sweating profusely. He knew Zhuo Ran's physical condition very well. Years of hard work made his body start to age early.

Sword moves can be recovered by diligent practice, but internal strength does not happen overnight. Zhuo Ran's internal strength is probably not as good as [-]% of what it was in its heyday, which made it impossible for him to exert many moves.

And before taking the stage, for some reason, he rejected his own sword, planning to fight the enemy empty-handed as in the previous rounds. This kind of energy-consuming style of play is really not good for him.

I'm afraid he won't last a hundred moves. Sure enough, after dozens of moves, Zhuo Ran's speed began to slow down, and his breath also became short of breath. Cheng Yumo knew that this was the result of inhaling too much dust during his hard work.

"Feiqing, don't be brave..." Cheng Yumo murmured, but he also knew that this was impossible.

Zhuo Ran has a stubborn personality. Because of Xiaoyu's illness, he agreed to participate in the Jinghua Heroes Club. He will not accept any help from himself except for winning the silver taels in the competition, so he will definitely fight!

Cheng Yumo suddenly regretted his selfishness, he really shouldn't have brought him into danger just to see Zhuo Ran's outstanding demeanor again.

Zhuo Ran gradually showed signs of defeat, and his old injured left leg also began to lose strength. Cheng Yumo clenched his fists tightly and his joints turned white. What should I do? Impulsive, his martial arts is higher than anyone present, so he naturally has this ability, but Cheng Yumo dare not do it, he knows that Zhuo Ran's pride can't accept his own waywardness at all "Yes, sword!!" Cheng Yumo suddenly remembered, very Qing's sword, that dazzling brilliance.

"Feiqing, then——" Cheng Yumo grabbed the sword of the attendant beside him and threw it on the stage. He couldn't throw it accurately, but he knew that Zhuo Ran would definitely be able to catch it.

Zhuo Ran turned around abruptly, and took the sword at an inconceivable angle. There was an uproar in the audience, and with a sound of "Ding--", Zhuo Ran pulled out the sword, and in an instant, white light brightened.

Before everyone in the audience could see clearly, Zhuoran's sword tip was already lying on Liang Feidu's neck, and Liang Feidu spread his hands helplessly.

"That's all, Brother Zhuo is superb in martial arts, and Fei Du is willing to be inferior."

The long sword was sheathed, and it could be seen from Zhuo Ran's violent chest heaving that he had reached his limit, but he still bowed politely, "Brother Liang's skill is so high, Zhuo also admires it very much."

The eyes of the emperor under the stage shone brightly the moment Zhuo Ran drew out his sword.

De Yu, who was familiar with the emperor's temperament, couldn't help crying secretly. He knew that his master had an unusual possessive desire for the person on stage, even though he was an old and vulgar man.

"I want him..." Xuanyuanhen's voice was a little low, and since Zhuoran drew his sword, that person seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliance.

The movement is fast enough, others may not see it clearly, but I can see it clearly. Zhuo Ran holding the sword is like a newborn butterfly, elegant and elegant, completely faded from vulgarity. Although his clothes are still plain and his face is haggard, there is faint Some ethereal feeling.

The style of that sword made Xuanyuanhen throb. He clearly realized that he wanted him, and that such a beautiful thing could only be appreciated by himself. Ever since he ascended to the Ninth Five Supreme, Xuanyuanhen didn't want to wrong him any more.

So, he wants him, there is no room for it.

"Slave understands." De Yu never talked much in business matters, and this was inseparable from his other identity. He was not only the chief executive serving the king's clothing, food, housing and transportation, but also the leader of the secret guard - Tianshu.

Although in front of the emperor, he often committed some innocuous little confusions, once he accepted the task, no one dared to say that he was not a qualified leader.

De Yu left silently. Judging from the master's eyes, His Majesty's words were definitely not a joke. His Majesty must have this person. While feeling sorry for Zhuoran, he ordered the head of the Moon Department, Suzaku, to complete the matter.

The corners of Xuanyuanhen's mouth were slightly raised, evoking a smile, but Junyi also made people shudder.