Reinvigorate Fugang

After Xie Muqing spent a few days of leisure, he suddenly received a letter from the imperial city, which said that His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun had finally achieved success. What's more surprising is that His Majesty is very pleased with this, and specially rewarded His Highness the Emperor Taisun, but was rejected by His Highness the Emperor Taisun, blah blah and so on.The person who read the letter, Dark Six, no wonder. . . . . .

That's a lot to talk about. . . . . .

Xie Muqing pursed his lips, Xie Runjing, that stinky boy, finally got the hang of it, why didn't An Liu talk about why the stinky boy changed, he never talked about the main points, he just knew to talk about messy and unimportant things, he really should practice hard when he went back His writing style, tsk tsk tsk, this handwriting is really bad, An Yi hasn't asked him to practice calligraphy for a long time.

"A letter from the capital?" Zhao Huaijin wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his pillow on his shoulder: "What did you say?"

"Here, see for yourself." Xie Muqing handed him the letter, "Look at the word An Liu, it's so ugly that it can't be more ugly, why An Yi won't let the people under him practice calligraphy." He While complaining, he only showed those ugly words to him.

Zhao Huaijin smiled sullenly and lightly bit his neck: "Where did An Liu get so much time to practice calligraphy? He is very playful, and as long as things are done well, don't force so much. Hey, that kid Xie Runjing I finally know how terrible it is to be uneducated." He casually glanced at the letter paper, saw a few important points, put it on the table, and chatted with Xie Muqing to relax.

Inside Dayi City.

"My lord, your soup is here." A scantily clad woman with her slender waist twisted her waist and smiled coquettishly and walked slowly to Basa's side, with a bowl of fragrant mutton soup on the tray in her hand.

Seeing this, Basa put down the documents in his hand, and grabbed the beauty. The people around him took the soup from the beauty and put it on the table. With a deep, teasing voice, he sneered disdainfully, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ah———" The loud scream contained a lot of panic, piercing the sky of Dayi Palace in the early morning.

"It's not me, it's really not me!" The beauty who went into the bedroom last night was tearfully dragged out by several serious-looking soldiers: "My lord, it's really not my slave's doing, my lord, please—— -"

Some people dared to poke their heads in to see what happened, but they were pushed out by the stern-faced attendants without seeing anything.Everyone was curious about what that beauty did to make Barcelona so angry.

After a few more days, Basa didn't go to court early in a row, which made Dayi panic. No one knew what happened to their king. Although there were times when they didn't go to court early, it was just an occasional day or two, like this. A Qiyao is simply unprecedented.

The ministers didn't know what happened in Barcelona, ​​and even the queen was not allowed to enter the bedroom. Dayi spent half a month in panic.

Basa, who stayed in the palace with only one attendant, was extremely irritable. That night, after he drank the mutton cistanche soup brought by the beauty, he left his affairs contentedly and went to the cloud and rain with the beauty. The beauty's screams woke him up, so he saw his ugly self in the bronze mirror, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. He was shocked, and immediately called his attendants to come in, and the attendants were also surprised when they saw him.

Under his order, the beauty was dragged away by the guards, and then he covered his face and ordered the guards to close the door. He had to think about what happened. He was very clear that he hadn't eaten breakfast. The only problem was The cistanche soup for the beauty that night, and the cloud and rain that night, he calmed down and decided to go to court tomorrow with a veil, after all, he will still be responsible for this country.

However, when he woke up the next day, he found that his legs were not working well. It was only for one night. He could no longer walk freely. He slapped his legs unbelievably. He turned over and accidentally rolled off the bed. The attendant who had been with him yesterday wanted to help him up, but he roughly opened the arm that was extended by him.

He, Ba Sa, is the greatest king of Dayi, how could he become what he is now.

"Wang, do you need to pass on the imperial physician?" The attendant silently withdrew his red hand and asked in a low voice.

"Get out, get out of here!" Barca stared at him viciously, how could anyone see him in his current state, it must be only temporary, and he will definitely get better in two days.Barcelona kept comforting himself, but his self-suggestion brought him more panic. What if he really did like this in the future, what should he do? . . . . .

"Yes." The attendant replied, bowing his head and retreating outside.

"Wait." Barca shouted, "Help me to bed." He still couldn't accept his current state.

"Yes." The attendant still lowered his eyebrows and looked at him with a pleasing look, which made Basa feel extremely comfortable, but he didn't see the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The people of Dayi finally felt that something was wrong. Their king had not appeared for more than half a month. Could it be that he was imprisoned in the palace?Could it be that someone wanted to usurp the throne? The generals who stayed in the palace really wanted to open the gate of the palace to see what was going on with their king, but that attendant always stood there quietly, delivering meals to the king on time. When they entered, the servants would stop them, and at this time, the king would roar indistinctly inside, which made them even more suspicious that the servant had imprisoned the king.

Finally, on a certain day, the generals rushed into the palace shouting while the attendants were serving the meal, but the stench from inside made them want to vomit, "King? Are you inside?" One man boldly asked.

Before there was a sound from inside, there was the sound of dishes being broken and the roar of the servant: "What are you doing, get out, get out!" Suddenly there was an astonishing explosive force, which overturned several tall and burly soldiers along the way, and was finally caught by several people, "Wang, Wang, how are you doing?" He yelled mournfully.

A person walked into the hall, only to see that the hall was full of changed clothes, exuding the stench of excrement and urine, and on the bed lay a person who couldn't see clearly.

"Wang, is that you?" He asked tentatively.

The person on the bed shrank back in fear, he moved with difficulty, covered his face with a cloth towel, and murmured without knowing what he was talking about.

Suspicious, the soldier took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and took off the cloth towel from the person on the bed, "Ah!" He let out a short exclamation.

"Get out, get out for me!" Barca roared, with his mouth crooked, and his saliva kept dripping.

The general was taken aback by him, "King, you..."

"Drag him out, drag him out. Kill him! Kill him!" Barca roared angrily, and the people outside rushed in. They were shocked by this scene, but they still didn't dare to defy Barca's intention and put them The good brother dragged out.

Now, Barcelona's secrets were exposed in broad daylight, and he was carried out. If any of the people who went in to tidy up frowns and disliked him, he would be furious and drag that person out to stick him to death. For a while, everyone in the palace Self-danger, no one knows what will happen when Barcelona gets angry the next second, and no one knows whether they will be the next to die.

No one wants to get close to Barca, except for the servants, who are afraid of coming in to serve Barca, except for the attendants.

"What's your name?" Barca looked at the attendant who was cleaning his body, and asked gently: "You seem to have been serving me for a long time, and you have never known your name."

The attendant raised his head a little flattered, glanced at him, but immediately lowered his head: "The young one is called Hangu, with a humble name, not worthy of the king's concern."

"Hangu?" Ba Sa turned the name around in his mind a few times, "It's very nice, why does it have a hint of Han people? You were raised by Han people? Then why did you enter the Dayi Palace?" He still couldn't change his suspicion Temperament, if he is from Jiahe, then what is wrong with him. . . . . .A sharpness flashed in Barcelona's eyes.

Hangu paused for a moment, and then seemed to want to cover up his movements. He took a towel and dipped it in hot water, wrung it dry, and then wiped Basa's body: "The little one doesn't know. What I picked up back home, except for a piece of jade pendant close to the body, was a letter, which said that I would name the little one Hangu, and my father took the little one home when he saw that the little one was pitiful. Later, something happened at home , Dad died, and the younger one was sold into the palace." He sniffed, feeling a little sad.

For some unknown reason, Barca suddenly had some sympathy, and miraculously did not ask any more questions. He wondered if he was going too far. Hangu has always been by his side and never asked for anything. After he became this kind of virtue He didn't hide from himself like others, but served him more seriously. When he asked him like this, he undoubtedly tore open his scabbed scars viciously, and then sprinkled a handful of salt.

But he was too embarrassed to apologize, and the two fell into silence.

After Hangu wiped his body, he bowed his head and said goodbye, then walked out with a bowed body, leaving Basa lying on the bed alone, like a disabled person.

No, he is already a disabled person, a disabled person who cannot take care of himself and cannot walk.

Look at Hangu again. He walked out of the palace and walked to a place where no one was paying attention. He patted his chest, let out a big sigh of relief, and wiped off his cold sweat. Unexpectedly, Barcelona is so sensitive. His doubts, it seems that he is not a king who only knows about wine and sex.I should be more careful in my actions in the future. After a while, I can send a message to Kule.

Overthrowing Barcelona is just around the corner!

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I am the lovely Manuscript Boxer. The author said that the military training is too hard, and the smell in the gymnasium is terrible. Oh my God.There are still a few days, the poor author will try to keep updated.