[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

Yan Jingbai felt very painful, the pain was as if someone was whipping him with a whip soaked in salt water, and it was as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at his body.

From body to soul, it seemed that there was an invisible chain imprisoning him, and the raging fire burned up, mercilessly devouring him.

Yan Jingbai can be considered a senior time traveler, but he has never experienced such an uncomfortable time travel as this time. The severe pain made him want to die again.

"Warning warning, system warning! The player has been severely injured by an unknown object. His soul is damaged by 20.00%, and his body is damaged by [-]%. The system is doing its best to repair it, the system is doing its best to repair it!"

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The black eyes opened suddenly, Yan Jingbai gasped heavily, the white clouds in front of his eyes formed various shapes, although the warm sunlight was not dazzling, it still made him shed physiological tears.Enduring the pain, he subconsciously asked, "What's going on?!"

"The system is scanning! The system is scanning!"

The cold metal sound of Kazkaz sounded, "The scan is complete, the player has been invaded by foreign objects and cannot be identified for the time being."

The systematic answer made him frowned tightly, and just when he was about to ask clearly, someone kicked hard on his waist suddenly.

When the severe pain came, Yan Jingbai groaned and groaned without any preparation, his face was as pale as paper.

Yan Jingbai clenched his teeth tightly, and watched helplessly as a black whip drew a circle in the air and greeted him. It wasn't that he didn't want to hide, but his limbs were so weak that he didn't even have the strength to get up.

At the critical moment, suddenly a black figure rushed over and blocked the whip for him, and a muffled groan overflowed from the opponent's mouth, and it was clearly transmitted to his ears.

Yan Jingbai was slightly stunned, his eyes turned to meet the eyes of the person on him, the person quietly shook his palm, then got up and said: "This military lord, my Highness is also the King of Huainan after all, if he really There are three ups and two downs, can you, a little centurion, bear it?"

The centurion wielding the whip burst into laughter when he heard the words, his laughter was contemptuous, he pointed to Yan Jingbai and looked around and said: "Listen, listen, it's just a southern barbarian with no bones, and he actually yelled in front of me, the people of Song Dynasty are so powerful! I just opened my mouth."

Others also laughed and said: "The emperor of the Song Dynasty is notoriously soft-boned and an idiot. The Huainan king is not much better!"

The centurion laughed, he waved his whip again, turned his head and scolded: "Don't say that I am a centurion, a tenth commander, any soldier, killing you Song people is as simple as killing chickens .”

Yan Jingbai narrowed his eyes slightly, although someone helped him to block the whip, but the other party was just a frail scholar, the whip that was danced vigorously still fell firmly on him several times, and his skin was torn apart where it passed .

He puffed up his cheeks, gritted his teeth and blocked all the groans and groans in his throat.

At this moment, there was a sudden "Stop!"

From Yan Jingbai's point of view, he could clearly see that the person who came was a middle-aged man dressed in brocade clothes and a foreigner's attire.

His status seemed to be quite high, and the surrounding Mongols all saluted when they saw him, and even the centurion obediently stopped his whip.

The man came over, looked down at Yan Jingbai condescendingly, and said: "After all, he is still a prince from Song Dynasty, so don't be rude."

After a pause, the man said again: "Get him down and tidy up, Da Khan wants to see him."

The centurion quickly put away his whip, and said yes respectfully.

Yan Jingbai and the two were covered in wounds and weak, they were almost dragged down.

When the cold water was poured on him one by one, Yan Jingbai clenched his fists tightly. He had never been so downcast, and he had never been humiliated like this. The killing intent in his chest almost exploded. open.

This hatred, he remembered!

Almost when the rude Mongolian soldier stretched out his hand to strip his clothes, Yan Jingbai finally couldn't bear to slap his hand away, and shouted coldly: "What are you doing?!"

The cold tone contained a huge murderous intent, which almost froze the air in the tent.

The Mongolian soldier felt chills in his heart, and even Lu Xiufu who was suffering the same treatment beside him couldn't help looking over in surprise.

Yan Jingbai tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said coldly: "I will do it myself."

As he said that, he slowly took off his clothes. His movements were very elegant and calm. If it weren't for the various bruises and bruises on the white body and the scars from the whip, it could almost be called pleasing to the eye.

His long black hair hung over his shoulders, and drops of crystal water flowed down. On his chest and waist, there were several shocking welts interlaced, and strands of blood seeped out.

It was early autumn now, and the cold water was splashed on his naked body, making his lips slightly purple.

After washing their bodies, the Mongolian soldiers took another piece of clothes and gave them to the two. Naturally, such treatment as applying medicine to clean the wounds was impossible.

Yan Jingbai picked up the dress, looked it up and down, then threw it away casually and said, "This is not the clothes of a Song Dynasty."

The Mongolian soldier said fiercely: "Of course! This is the Mongolian army camp!"

Yan Jingbai said lightly: "I am from Song Dynasty, and I only wear clothes from Song Dynasty."

"Hey!" The soldier sneered: "Don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine. You have become a prisoner of our Great Mongol Empire, and you dare to ask for conditions. Don't you want to live?!"

Yan Jingbai didn't even look at him, and said directly: "It's a pity that your big sweat will see me soon, and I will definitely not die now."

The soldier's face slowly became grim.

Yan Jingbai said again: "Or I'll put on the bloody clothes again, but if it hurts your profuse sweat, I don't know if it's your fault or mine."

The soldier quickly pressed the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, but was immediately held back by another soldier.

The two muttered a few words in Mongolian, the former gave him a hard look, and went out with a saber in his hand, while the remaining one stood guard at the entrance of the tent, watching them.

Yan Jingbai waved to the people next to him, and Lu Xiufu hurried over.

The blood on his face has been washed clean, and he looks delicate, a very elegant and weak person.

But Yan Jingbai didn't underestimate him. Lu Xiufu, one of the three heroes in the late Song Dynasty, the system gave him a marked attribute value so that he could use him with confidence.

Yan Jingbai casually brushed the drenched long hair at the back of his head, and asked, "Who is that middle-aged man in brocade clothes who just appeared?"

"Return to Your Highness," Lu Xiufu looked weak, but his voice was steady and his eyes were calm, he cupped his hands and said, "If I guessed correctly, that person should be the Mongolian prince, the younger brother of Great Khan Meng, Kubi strong."

Kublai Khan—ah!

Yan Jingbai closed his eyes and fell silent.

Lu Xiufu, Kublai Khan, the Mongolian prince, and the Khan who is about to meet, he probably already knows the current era.

After cleaning up, the Jin people cleaned up the Mongols, after finishing the Northern Song Dynasty, and now they are going to clean up the Southern Song Dynasty, the mess of the Song Dynasty is really related to him.

But if he remembers correctly, Lu Xiufu called him the King of Huainan, but the rows of information columns clearly indicated that Emperor Du Zong, Zhao Yu, showed his true identity in this shell. .

In fact, in such a situation, the title of King Huainan is much safer than the emperor of the Song Dynasty. A mere prince may still have hope of survival, but if the Mongols know his true identity, he will not be killed. He, but he definitely never wants to return to Lin'an.

I just don't know if this Lu Xiufu knows his true identity.

But why is a majestic emperor, even if the Song Dynasty is weak and pitiful now, but he is still an emperor, how could he be reduced to the point of becoming a captive of the enemy?

This is really an extremely absurd thing!If the current emperor wasn't him, he wouldn't mind smiling mockingly.

Just as he was meditating, the Mongolian soldier who had just left came back with two sets of Han clothes in his hand.

To be honest, the quality of the clothes was not good, it was more than one grade worse than the one he was wearing before, and the rough fabric made his wound more painful.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted on putting it on.

After the two were fully dressed, they entered a luxurious tent under the leadership of the Mongolian soldiers.

The atmosphere in the tent was solemn, except for the Mongolian Khan who sat at the top, all civil servants and military generals were present, obviously discussing important military and political matters.

As soon as Yan Jingbai stepped into the big tent, a sense of murder came over his face. He kept his composure and observed the group of people secretly.

Standing on the left, a burly man dressed as a general said dissatisfiedly first: "Khan, how can two southern barbarians enter such a military important place at will."

Mongolian Khan is an old man over half a century old, but he has been fighting here and there on horseback all year round, which makes him not only look old, but also has a sinister light in his eagle-like eyes.

He stroked his beard and said softly, "He is not an ordinary Southern barbarian, but the King of Huainan in the Song Dynasty."

"So what!" The general was obviously very favored by Brother Meng, and he also spoke bluntly in front of him, "Let alone the prince of the Song Dynasty, even the emperor of the Song Dynasty can kill by himself."

Yan Jingbai squinted his eyes and looked at the man who spoke unkindly. Suddenly, the corner of his eye flashed, and the silent man who had been following him stood up, and said coldly: "This general has such a big tone, it's a pity I, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, is not someone you can kill with just a few words. I remember that a small city of Xiangyang dragged you down for a few months, and you have not been able to take it yet! I still want to destroy it with such a little ability. I'm Da Song, it's a joke!"

As soon as these words came out, murderous aura surged, and more than a dozen knife-like gazes shot at Lu Xiufu, almost shooting his thin body to pieces.

Mongolian Khan was not angry, instead he slapped the table and laughed loudly, his heroic laughter diluted the tense atmosphere in the tent, he said with a smile: "Not bad! Very good! I didn't expect there to be such a courageous person like you among the people of Song Dynasty." Talent, it's just a pity."

He didn't say what it was a pity, but glanced at Yan Jingbai who was standing behind Lu Xiufu. Although his gaze was not obvious, it was full of contempt. What's more, it's a small city of Xiangyang, God of longevity, I bet you that Xiangyang city will be captured within ten days, and I will sacrifice the blood of all the soldiers and civilians in the city to the battle flag of the Mongol Empire!"

What he said was overbearing and heroic. Except for Yan Jingbai, everyone's blood was boiling with excitement. Everyone present clapped their chests and shouted: "Long live the sweat! Mongolia will win! Long live the sweat! Mongolia will win!"

The sound shook the sky, soaring straight to the sky!

The two of Yan Jingbai were taken down. Before leaving, Meng Ge specially asked them not to hurt their lives, but to let them live well.

The two were imprisoned in a simple tent, and heavy guards were sent outside. Even if the two weak scholars had wings, they probably wouldn't be able to fly out.

Yan Jingbai sat in the corner, thinking secretly about what the Mongols wanted to do. He didn't believe that Meng Ge didn't kill him because of his kindness. The other party must have other intentions for keeping him, but he hasn't thought of it yet.

And at this moment, an extremely familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Yan Jingbai?"

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