The general reborn is a monster bitch

After arranging all the affairs of the imperial capital, Nelson waited anxiously in the room.He has had countless opponents, and Hosett may not be the strongest, but he is the one who truly frightens him, so that Nelson's heart beats faster from the moment he gives the order, no matter how he relaxes the urgency in his heart The feeling didn't diminish in the slightest.

The waiting time was long, and Nelson felt like his heart would burst at any moment.Just after Nelson drank his eighth cup of tea, Su He finally ran in.

"Team, Captain, Hosett has moved." Su He said anxiously before he could stand still, "The latest news is that Hosett has just left for the direction of the palace."

After pouring water, Nelson asked, "How many people did you bring?"

"There are only a few soldiers, but the people at the palace reported that there were many strange faces near the palace gate, but they can't confirm the exact number for the time being. It is roughly estimated that there are about a hundred people."

After staring at the water glass and thinking for a while, Nelson suddenly ordered: "Let my family send someone to find Hurd, and tell him that my cousin Corin has an emergency, and the doctor has issued a critical illness notice, so Hurd should rush immediately Go to the hospital to see my cousin for the last time."

"Captain..." The expression on Su He's face was a bit complicated. Although the original intention was good, is it really okay to say such cruel words?

"If you keep talking nonsense, Hurd will arrive at the palace." Glancing at Su He, Nelson said expressionlessly.It wasn't that he cursed his cousin on purpose, but that he knew Hurd's behavior, and he couldn't move his leg without taking strong medicine.

"Yes yes yes, I'll go right away." Knowing that the captain must not be messed with at such a time, Su He hurriedly nodded in response.

"We should go too."

"Where are you going?"

"Palace"

After saying two words, Nelson walked out without looking back.

Despite the undercurrents outside, the Emperor Bonaparte was concentrating on painting a painting in his hand at this time. Andrew was forced to pass the brush and adjust the paint beside him. People are in a hurry.

"Are you bored?" Emperor Bonaparte asked suddenly.

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Father has superb painting skills, but my son is too late to study, how could he be bored?"

"Haha!" The Emperor Bonaparte was pleased by his unintentional words, and he raised his head to signal Andrew to change his brush. His Majesty promised, "Wait, my father will give you a picture of A Xiao in a while, and you can take it back and hang it in the bedroom. You can use it in the future." Watch it every day and from time to time, so that you don’t have to scratch your head when you don’t see anyone for a few days, you don’t look like the crown prince of a country.”

Andrew, who was full of Liu Xiaohe, couldn't figure out His Majesty's mind for a while, but he felt inexplicably excited whenever he thought of hanging Liu Xiaohe's portrait in the bedroom. Although he didn't say anything, he handed The action of passing the paint with the pen is getting more and more frequent.

Glancing at the people around him, the corner of Emperor Bonaparte's mouth curled up, thinking that it was his son, he was a little stunned, but the seriousness of feelings in his bones was completely inherited from him.

Most of the officials in the court thought that Andre was the most like him, while Andrew was worse.But the Emperor Bonaparte knew that Andre was like his uncle Hossett, and his belligerent temperament really had nothing to do with him.On the contrary, this eldest son with average talent and calm temperament is very much like him when he was young.

Just as Emperor Bonaparte was silently comparing the personalities of the father and son, Mo Li walked in, "Your Majesty, Marshal Hosett, please see me."

The movement of the pen paused, and Emperor Bonaparte nodded and said, "Let him in!"

Mo Li's face changed slightly, and he asked uncertainly, "Come in here?"

"Ok!"

"But..." Opening his mouth, Mo Li hesitated to speak and looked at Emperor Bonaparte.

After hearing no reply for a long time, Emperor Bonaparte looked up at his chief guard and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing the clarity in His Majesty's eyes, Mo Li felt that he was worrying too much, "It's nothing, I will invite the Marshal to come in."

Like the countless times we met before, Hosett walked into the room expressionlessly and stood still under the steps, with the coldness and sternness in his eyes that Andrew couldn't understand.

The generalissimo of the empire usually has a cold face no matter who he sees, and only when he sees His Highness the Crown Prince will there be other expressions on his face. Andrew almost grew up with Hosett's disgust and hatred eyes.

After waiting for a long time without Hosett saluting, Mo Li was about to speak when he heard the Emperor Bonaparte say, "There are hundreds of paintings in this studio, but you don't even bother to look at them. Hosett, after so many years You haven't changed at all."

His eyes darkened, Hosett didn't speak, but he subconsciously turned his head to look at the paintings in the room.

With just one glance, Hosett felt as if struck by lightning, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze instantly, and the cold air spread from his limbs to his whole body little by little. He wanted to touch the person in the painting, but his feet were as stiff as roots. Unable to move in place.

Hossett could only stare at the face in the portrait full of all his thoughts with his scarlet eyes. For many years and days, every night when there was no one else, this face would appear in his mind, or Laughing or crying, or sitting or lying down, no matter what expression, what action can make him happy for no reason.

"I know you hate me, and I know you always have the idea of ​​pulling me down from the throne. I've been waiting since the day he passed away, but I didn't expect it to be so long..." With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Bo Emperor Nama glanced at Andrew beside him, and said slowly, "The children have grown up."

Forcing himself to look away, Hossett said coldly: "Since you know that I will not let it go, why don't you take the initiative to give way to Andre, and save me from doing it."

"Father..."

Raising his hand to stop Andrew from opening his mouth, the Emperor Bonaparte put a lot of effort into his pen, and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the painting he had just completed, "Come on, help the emperor to open the painting for the marshal to see. I have drawn dozens of paintings over the years. , I am most satisfied with this one today.”

Speaking of the painting just completed, it was completely displayed in front of Hosett's eyes, "This..."

"This is the first time we met. I don't know if you still remember that when you suffered some minor injuries to your arm, he bandaged it for you with his own hands. At that time, I was so jealous that I wished I could scratch my own arm a few times." Knife is better."