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

"Boom!" The eunuch who was leading the way was startled by the loud noise from the hall. He shrank his neck, turned his head and forced a smile and said, "Fu Xiangguo, the Supreme Emperor is in a bad mood. Be careful."

Fu Zongshu smiled: "Thank you, father-in-law." Then he lifted his clothes and stepped into the palace.

The exquisite porcelain exploded suddenly at his feet, and the broken porcelain flew in all directions.

Fu Zongshu took a few steps back, pressed his chest, and it took him a long time to calm down his rapid heartbeat.

Huizong Zhao Ji naturally saw him coming, he sat on the couch with a flick of his sleeves, and said angrily: "Come here soon!"

Fu Zongshu didn't dare to be negligent, walked quickly around the mess on the ground, and comforted him as he walked: "The Supreme Emperor calms down, don't get angry, tell the old minister what's the matter, Fu Zongshu is old, There is also a heart loyal to the Supreme Emperor!"

His words obviously played a certain role. Zhao Ji looked a little calmer, but he still said a little unhappy: "It's not because of the big brother! He didn't know what to do if he caused such a big trouble this time." do what!"

Fu Zongshu rolled his eyes and said consolingly: "Maybe the officials really want to deal with the Jinren!"

"Ha!" Zhao Ji sneered and said, "If the gold man is really easy to deal with, why does the Song Dynasty have to send so much gold and silver every year?! He is whimsical, and he is playing with the country and the country!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Fu Zongshu replied repeatedly: "After all, the official is young, and it is normal to have some youthful arrogance. Fortunately, there is your old man behind him to control him, even if he is wrong, he can't go wrong! "

Zhao Ji's face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly, "I'm afraid his wings are hardened now, and he doesn't care about me, an old fellow."

He also thought of the tough attitude of the other party in the Funing Palace, and the majestic, eye-catching, graceful and dignified image of the emperor in his prime when facing civil and military officials!

Such a picture stung his eyes, and there was a jealousy and envy in his aging heart that he would not admit no matter what!

In his life, he was full of talent, surrounded by beauties, rich and glorious, and extremely honorable!But also extremely humble!

When he was young, he was full of ambitions. He wanted to expand the territory, to be famous forever, and to make Song Dynasty the most powerful country, but he never had such courage!

But now, his son, who he never valued, who he thought was cowardly and incompetent, hastily passed the throne to his son just because he didn't want to bear the charge of subjugation, when did he have such courage?

With such a dazzling light, such a majestic aura, such a heroic spirit that is worthy of thousands of people, what makes him first rise is not the pride of being a father, but the deep-rooted jealousy of a weak emperor for another emperor!

Fu Zongshu was still consoling: "The emperor is overthinking, how could the officials be like this, you are his father, and you passed on his throne to him, no matter how young and vigorous the officials are, they dare not disobey your wishes !"

"That's not necessarily the case!" Zhao Ji snorted coldly: "He is determined to deal with the Jinren this time, and he won't even listen to my words!"

"It turns out that the Supreme Emperor is still worrying about the Zichen Palace." Fu Zongshu said with a smile: "Actually, this matter is easy to say, as long as the official suffers a loss and realizes that the Jinren are not as easy to deal with as he imagined." Just do it!"

Zhao Ji frowned: "I'm afraid it will be too late by then!"

He stood up suddenly, walked around the hall several times, and finally clenched his fists, and said firmly, "I can't go on like this, I can't let him ruin Da Song Jiangshan!"

In the dark dungeon, Wanyan Zongjun turned around with his red eyes open, his beard shaggy, and he cursed incessantly since he entered.

Wanyan Zonghan, on the other hand, was lying on the rough bed made of damp straw and a few pieces of clothes. His face was haggard and his hair was messy. He didn't look as majestic as he was a few days ago.

The sharp pain in his butt made it extremely difficult for him to even turn over, and what made it even more difficult for him to accept was the humiliation in his chest.

He was born noble, a nobleman of the Jin Dynasty, and he was talented, and he was valued since he was young. He had never been humiliated like this in his life, not to mention that the one who brought him this humiliation was the Song people whom he always looked down upon.

How is he willing!

He swore that one day he would retaliate a thousand times and a hundred times back!Zhao Huan!Zhao Huan!snort!

He pounded heavily on the straw with his powerful fist. Such a move involved the injury, and Wanyan Zonghan gasped in pain.

Wanyan Zongjun, who hadn't calmed down all this time, hurried over when he heard the movement, and asked worriedly, "How? Are you okay?"

Wanyan Zonghan shook his head, and said calmly, "Stop scolding, no one will talk to you, so save yourself some effort."

Wanyan Zongjun sat down on the ground, and said angrily: "What exactly do the Song people want to do? Do they really dare to touch us?"

"They have already moved." Wanyan Zonghan adjusted his posture and continued: "Where are the others? How are they?"

"I don't know." Wanyan Zongjun was a little frustrated, "The Song people separated us, and there are only two of us here."

He paused, and said with some reluctance and doubts: "Don't you all say that the Song people are weak, and the Song emperor is a useless soft bone? Why is what I saw different from what you said?!"

Wanyan Zonghan frowned, "We were careless, thinking that a father is incompetent and a son is not much better, but we never expected that the current emperor of Song Dynasty is definitely not an easy master to deal with! Not to mention The kind of incompetent people we imagined!"

"Then what should we do now?" Wanyan Zongjun asked.

"Wait!"

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"Wait for someone to save us!" Wanyan Zonghan's eyes showed a certain light.

Wanyan Zongjun was confused and didn't understand what the other party meant.This is the Great Song Dynasty, far away from the Jin Dynasty, and it will be more than a month before the Lord wants to know about them, and by then I am afraid that even their bodies will not be found.

As for the people in the post station, they can't count on them. Although the Jin people are brave, they can't match the thousands of troops of the Song Dynasty.

So, who is Wanyan Zonghan waiting for?Who will come to rescue them in this sensitive period?

Wanyan Zongjun was puzzled, and when he asked him, he only got a mysterious smile.

It was not until a few days later that he finally saw the person Wanyan Zonghan was waiting for.

The young man in his twenties, dressed in brocade and luxurious clothes, was imposing, with a kind and childlike smile on his handsome face, which made people feel good at the first sight.

But Wanyan Zongjun didn't feel this way at all, pointing at the young man, he said angrily, "It's you!"

Although the two had only met once, he could recognize the other party even if it turned into ashes. In Zichen Palace, it was this man who knocked out his weapon, tapped his acupoints, and subdued him.Now that we meet again in such a place, it is even more impossible for him to have a good face.

Just when he was about to curse out loud, Wanyan Zonghan suddenly pressed his shoulder, and a deep voice sounded slowly, "This is Fang Yingkan Fang Xiaohou, our friend in Song Dynasty, you can't be wrong He's rude."

Although Wanyan Zongjun was reckless, he was not stupid, knowing that the other party was the only one who could help them out of trouble, so he forcibly held back his anger.

Fang Yingkan nodded slightly, and said with a light smile: "General Zong Han is serious. The Zichen Palace is forced by the situation and has no choice but to take action. If you offend Mr. Wanyan, please forgive me."

The other party's attitude was humble and polite, which made Wanyan Zongjun look pale.

Wanyan Zonghan said with a chuckle: "We are all friends, young master, you are being polite, this time, please ask him to help you a lot."

Fang Ying looked at it and smiled: "The general said it himself, we are friends, since we are friends, Ying Wang will try his best to help."

The two smiled at each other.

Fang Yingkan said: "Actually, the official has made a decision on this matter. If the two countries do not fight, he intends to let you go back."

"Oh?" The two of Wanyan obviously didn't believe it. How could the emperor of the Song Dynasty let them go, and how dare he let them go when things got to this point. Isn't he afraid that they will retaliate against the Song Dynasty after they go back? !

"It's true that the officials didn't intend to start a massacre, it's just..." His eyes glanced at Wanyan Zongjun hesitantly, as if hesitating to speak.

Wanyan Zonghan frowned and said, "Young Master has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

Fang Yingkan sighed, and said: "It's just killing people to pay for their lives, and the officials will definitely kill Mr. Yan Wan by name, so as to seek justice for the dead guard!"

"Fart!" Wanyan Zongjun jumped up all of a sudden, and shouted: "A mere bodyguard wants the crown prince to pay for his life, absurd! A joke!"

Wanyan Zonghan let out a low growl, "Be safe and don't be impatient." Then the other party Yingkan said: "You should have guessed, this is the prince of my Jin Dynasty, this time I am going to the Song Dynasty with me just to see something , Even if I die, nothing will happen to him!"

There was a flash of light in the deep eyes, and Fang Ying looked at it and said: "General Zong Han, don't worry, I will find a way, and I will definitely keep the crown prince safe from Song Dynasty."