Reborn Tyrant Raiders System

The prelude to dawn, the black night sky, as thick as insoluble ink, coupled with the mist rushing to the sky, adds to the loneliness.

All the old foxes in the hall who were qualified to participate in the political discussion looked at the emperor in amazement, their eyes were neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor sad, without disturbance, but they seemed to be able to spy on people's hearts.

After Fu Mingtian finished speaking, he left expressionlessly.

The gnawing silence gradually spread as the emperor moved step by step.

After a cup of tea, the imperial edict will be issued immediately. Those who rebel will seek rebellion, and they will sin against themselves.

After the two sticks of incense, the Wu family was invited into Zhizhai Palace to discuss the matter of worshiping the ancestors.

An hour later, the Royal Forest Army who came in a hurry surrounded the entire palace, and they were not allowed to go out without permission.

All of a sudden, the wind and rain were about to come, and there were thousands of speculations, but the holy will was not lost in the end.

Barely maintaining peace, all kinds of undercurrents surged underneath, spreading to the imperial city in an instant.

Suddenly, many familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared in the backyard of the Gaomen mansion, such as the servant who bought and delivered food on a regular basis, suddenly fell ill and was replaced by his son/nephew/nephew/boy who poured Yexiang/artisan who repaired...

"Master Wen, please see the third young master." The confidant butler knocked on the door cautiously and came in, and reported sternly.

The old man known as Marquis Wen stroked his gray beard, and after a long silence, he said slowly, "Let him in!"

"Yes."

The butler bowed out neatly and respectfully, and after a while led a man in the steward's robe of the Hou Mansion who was in his 40s and walked in.

There was no need to exchange greetings at all, Lord Wen gently flipped the lid of the lotus flower tea bestowed by the emperor, and said straight to the point, "Is Chang Ke here because of what happened last night?"

"Yes." Wang Changke nodded, and glanced at the old father who had been pretending to be sick. "The vision is clearly..." He opened his mouth, and found that what he said was all treasonous words.

Lord Wen Hou sighed, did not continue this topic, but asked another question, "Changke reads history, what do you think of the disaster of the poisonous poison in Han Dynasty? In the past, Prince Li Liu Ju was in front, and now Your Majesty is holy, and we will take care of ourselves." Embrace it..."

Wang Changke thought for a while, then argued, "Father, but sister..."

"Confused!" Old Hou Ye couldn't help frowning, "Do you think my Wang family is just sitting on the ground for profit? If the emperor doesn't say anything, you really think that Wu Ren won't fight back, and the Wu family will sit and wait for death?"

Wang Changke was taken aback, "What do you mean? But the heresy comes first, and three people become tigers!"

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, Master Wen smiled wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and his aging face seemed to be much younger in an instant. He rubbed the teacup and pointed, "My royal family is becoming more and more low-key now, and I will become the son of His Highness the eldest grandson in the future." Rely on, understand?"

"But now is such a good opportunity!!" Wang Changke couldn't help questioning, and secretly looked at his father, feeling a little annoyed. It was only one step away, and the Wang family became a subtle existence in the imperial city from the Yue family that was the next emperor.After the first emperor confirmed the position of the crown prince, he mercilessly suppressed the original prince faction in the court. !

After thinking about it, Marquis Wen smiled again, with a hint of gloating in it, "Your Majesty is probably going to be devastated at this time. After all, a vision from the sky, even if it is man-made, will only shake if it is delayed... Hehe, the people's hearts may be good Explain, if the Wu family is not careful for a while, the Fu and Wu clans will break their friendship, and the morale of the army will be messed up, and the ancestors will not be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives!" At the end of the speech, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, the glory that belongs to my grandson, anyone can grab it don't go.

Hearing this sentence, Wang Changke raised his head abruptly, and seemed to realize something about the calculation in his father's eyes. After a long silence, he slowly revealed an expression of enlightenment, then bowed his head and kowtowed, "It's my son who wants to leave!"

"Hmph!" Reverting to a harmless and leisurely look, Marquis Wen stared at his son dressed as a servant with disgust, "My son, when did the dignified son steal the servant's buddy?"

"Father, look at what you said!" Wang Changke, whose impetuous heart calmed down before making a move, immediately took a flattering step forward, and beat his father's shoulder, "My son was just careful to make the Wannian ship."

"It's better for us to take care of these things. What we have to do now is to wait!"

At the same time, Meng Chen led the team to rush secretly to the palace, the horse galloped all the way, and the dust was flying.

Not far away, several ministers who handled government affairs for the emperor were left behind, looking at the imperial decree just received in their hands, and the porcelain crackled all over the floor in astonishment.The imperial decree is very simple. After ordering to stick to his post, there is another order to adopt the eldest grandson of the emperor, Fu Jingrong, the only son of the previous prince, to be the son of Fu Mingqin.

Your Majesty, what... what does this mean?

Several ministers blinked at each other ambiguously. Is this the Wu family in Baoding or did they borrow a knife to kill people and get rid of hidden dangers?

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, the ancestors certainly did not deceive our generation.

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Life is like a year, which is used to describe the hearts of the ministers in the palace at this moment.

The daytime is really too long, but the idleness makes people have to think about it, especially the news that the key person who can control the world is critically ill, the emperor ordered to find the ghost doctor.

Everyone couldn't be happy, the favor of the Wu family was too much, and it made the family scared, even if it was flattery, it was over.

So this step is absolutely irreversible! !

Absolutely not, there are ancestor worship heresies, the five-clawed golden dragon, slowly falling to the ground, breathing fire and pacifying, water can't be extinguished, this is blunt.

Outside the Antai Hall, several speech officials knelt down.

As the night slowly descends, it puts a natural fig leaf on things that cannot be done during the day.

Since the accident, as the most eye-catching symbol of the four-clawed fire dragon, Fu Mingqin has been shutting himself in the house, guarding Empress Wu who was notified of critical illness.

After Fu Mingtian heard the news, he let out a "hum" without being surprised, expressing that it was expected that the son controlled by his father who can die for others is now irrational, no! !Little Rabbit doesn't have much IQ at all, a guy with all double Q's and appearance skills.

Lowering his eyes in annoyance, a ripple appeared in Fu Mingtian's heart.Holding the carved railing tightly, looking out the window at the courtiers kneeling and kowtowing, feeling the wind blowing, feeling the heartbeat become clear and heavy in an instant, and each sound seems to tear the chest, coming out of it, venting emotions.

Sure enough, he chose a teammate who was as miraculous as a pig, but... he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, how could he be willing to take care of people's troubles, especially when people kneel down and express their feelings, willing to end with death? Sometimes, he was even thinking, kill Fu Mingzhe directly, kill Shu Qing again, and then push everything on him, the emperor. If the people's grievances are boiling, even though there is a prince, Fu Mingqin is Prince Zunrui. Shaped like a prince, his succession to the throne is justified.

However, he was so upset. After hearing about Fu Mingzhe's reputation as a slut, he hated him especially, like a tiny fishbone stuck in his throat. There was pantothenic acid in my stomach, and I watched it erode little by little.

However, he was so resentful, why should he suffer injustice for the little bastard who went to the border to save his life after suffering so much?Why would the little rabbit subconsciously choose to die.He doesn't allow it, his people, the people he wants to protect well, even if he takes advantage of his status, he is using him, but for Fu Mingqin, a simple little rabbit, hasn't he always spoiled him?

Speechless for a moment, he frowned, let out a sigh of relief for a while, Fu Mingtian shook his head helplessly, he was still not used to stage a sad spring and autumn.

One step back, one step at a time, now it's him who is domineering, and if he doesn't fight back, he really thinks he is a sick cat.

In any case, he is the Son of Heaven today.

on going.

So, if you dare to plot, those who persecute him will trade their lives for it! !

Late at night, the thin yellow candlelight swayed under the breeze, creating a subtle sense of tranquility flickering on and off.

Fu Mingqin held Wu Ren's hand, and sat motionless by the bed, silently, like a statue.She pursed her lips slightly, a look of boredom flashed in her eyes... What are they arguing about?Is the power struggle so attractive?Even at the expense of planning another "Chen Qiao Mutiny"?

Fu Mingzhe, I hate you, I hate you, you can't keep your angry voice down, you want to disturb my father when he is sleeping, and you dare to apply eye drops in front of important ministers, do you really think I am a soft persimmon? ?

Young master, never suffer from boredom.

A trace of imperceptible hatred flashed in Fu Mingqin's eyes, and the aura he exuded made the servants dare not look directly at him.

"Master, you should go and have a rest!" Obediently braved the "cold wind", looked at the third hot dinner, and advised pitifully, "Your Majesty has ordered to call for a divine doctor, and the Empress Dowager will definitely It's all right!"

"My dear, of course the queen is fine." Fu Mingqin muttered, with a smile on his face, making people mistakenly think that he just stayed up late just now.

It's not poisonous hair, it's just... because I ordered my father's sleeping point.

Fu Mingqin lowered his head, his lonely voice and the difference between master and servant, no one saw the calculation in his eyes.

Brother Huang is a good emperor, but, as I said, I don't believe in emperors. Emperors have always given up their families to protect everyone.Even though Fu Mingtian treats him very well, although there is political value behind him, it is undeniable that he dotes on him very much.But the emperor's favor is like a passing cloud, as his father, the emperor can poison him for the country, and set up a situation for him step by step.

So... Fu Mingqin tilted his head, and when he heard obedient prayers again, he tried his best to smile and went to the side hall to rest for a while.

"Well, I'm going to eat and rest, you are not allowed to disturb my practice."

"Yes!"

Knowing that Wu Ren hangs his life on his true energy now, and the servants in the hall are all confidantes, although the two groups of people are wary of each other, but no one dares to come forward to disturb Fu Mingqin, who seems to be broken.

Dressed in black, he disappeared into the side hall like a ghost.

Those who come will never wait! !Fu Mingzhe's slender eyes narrowed instantly, the pupils shrunk slightly, looking terrifyingly sinister.When he was "healing his wounds", he was relying on the silence of the night, and wanted to send a message to command the troops.After slapping down the palace attendant and making sure that the surroundings are safe, halfway through writing, a gust of dark wind suddenly came in.

This was the only impression in his mind before he passed out.

He didn't even have time to fire the hidden weapons around him.

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Putting on his underwear, Fu Mingqin pricked up his ears, listened carefully for a while, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief. After all, it was the first time he did something bad, and his hands still trembled a little. Run out through the gap.

The faintly glowing inner hall, as usual, dodged the hidden guards in two or three times, sneaked into the room with agility, quickly got into the bed, and fell asleep.

However, the quilt does not seem to be a pillow.

Surprised in his heart, Fu Mingqin widened his eyes, looked at the person who would never appear in the first place, and trembled, "You...you!"

"came back?"

When Fu Mingzhe wanted to shout out, he looked at the person under the dimly lit candlelight in the dark night, with a hint of coldness in his pitch-black eyes, without any warmth, and icy cold.

"Emperor brother, I, I..." He hesitated for a long time, watching the emperor's increasingly unfriendly expression, his voice was like a gnat, and he silently lowered his head.

There was a moment of silence, and even the air seemed to freeze at this moment.Not far away, shrouded in darkness, two groups of men and horses were hiding in the shadows, facing each other, and they were about to explode.

"Brother Huang..." Fu Mingqin parted his lips slightly.

"Hmm." Fu Mingtian was not in a good mood at all, he was running under high pressure all day long, and the issuance of various government orders was like a race against death.Public opinion is easy to resolve. After all, even if it spreads wildly and worships ghosts and gods, it doesn’t make much difference to the common people who becomes the emperor. Daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea are the foundation of people’s livelihood. Later talks.But the undercurrent of calm in the power center is the source of the emperor's danger, because the distribution of benefits is closely related to them.

So, after dealing with all kinds of old foxes, he opened his eyes and his face instantly became gloomy.

"Brother Huang, my younger brother is going to kill people tonight."

Fu Mingqin subconsciously wanted to get rid of the emperor. After a long silence, he finally put down his hand and said very softly, then slowly lowered his eyes, as if he was punishing the emperor.

A pair of dark eyes were half covered under the eyelashes, Fu Mingtian looked at him for a moment, and suddenly laughed.After entering the side hall and seeing the disguised pillows on the bed, at that moment, he vented his anger.Although he was always on guard against all kinds of betrayals in his previous life, he always treated the little rabbit differently.

Anger has reached a critical value!

Quickly arrange the people and horses, and just wait for the people to come back.

To kill or to stay, in one thought.

The other party lowered his eyes obediently. Under the dim candlelight, he seemed to still be able to see the clear eyes with long lower eyelashes. For some reason, he seemed to feel a taste of wanting to die again.

Fu Mingtian raised his drooping head with his left hand, so that their eyes were level.

"Say!"

"I abolished Fu Mingzhe!"

"Say it again?" Even though Fu Mingqin had made thousands of plans, he really didn't expect this one.

"I abolished Fu Mingzhe!" Fu Mingqin raised his eyes to stare at the emperor, his rounded eyes seemed to be provocative, "Brother Huang is a good man and an innocent person, I will not do anything, but Fu Mingzhe hurt my father first, and then I will make his life worse than death!"

There was a completely different sharpness between the words. Fu Mingtian was silent for a while, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he had achieved some brilliant results. Brother is a good person?"

Fu Mingqin looked inexplicably at the suddenly smiling emperor, nodded for no reason, and thought about it, "Ziqing will not repay favors."

That's great, Fu Mingtian quickly suppressed the sudden joy in his heart, looked at Fu Mingqin, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, rolled up his sleeves, and said coldly, "Get down!"

"Ok?"

"Emperor...Emperor brother, even if Ziqing dies, he should..." Fu Mingqin shut up and stopped talking, not understanding that the emperor's life could be gone with just one tap, but he still couldn't do it, after all As he said, he would not repay kindness with hatred, and being an emperor is really hard, it is not suitable for him, let alone make his father and queen tired.Dazed back to his senses, he only felt the cold wind whizzing behind him, and cold sweat flowed out.

Fu Mingtian was not soft at all, taking advantage of his distraction, he directly took off his pants, and savagely swung down on his white buttocks.

"Slap!" With a slap, Fu Mingtian didn't feel relieved, but panic surged even more.

"Brother Huang!" Fu Mingqin, who had never been beaten before, blushed instantly. Before he could struggle, he heard a voice from above that was colder than before, which made him shut his mouth aggrieved.

"Shut up! I told you to rush out in the middle of the night. Your martial arts are amazing! Do you know that Fu Mingzhe has four master guards behind him. Kongli you, it is directly the scene of the entire Wu family being exterminated, whether you do things with a brain or not, like the current situation..." While speaking, he slapped several times in succession.

Fu Mingqin was stunned by the beating. Although his butt was in hot pain, he secretly raised his eyes to look at Fu Mingtian. He always felt that the current situation was very strange, but at the same time very comfortable.The anxious emperor brother seemed to suddenly have a kind of charm that made him thrilling.Compared with the face that was flushed with anger before, now it is a little embarrassing, and a blush crept up to the ears unconsciously.

But...it hurts

Fu Mingqin was aggrieved, "Nonsense, it's easy to solve, I'll just block my throat with a sword when I'm not prepared!"

"You..." Fu Mingtian's tone changed, and only then did he come to his senses, his tone changed slightly, and the topic returned to the main point, "What did you do to Fu Mingzhe?"

"I crippled him!" Taking advantage of the gap between his words, Fu Mingqin realized that the dragon's claws were not on his hip, and took a few steps in an instant, with a look of wariness on his face, "I crippled his little brother!"

"???"

"He's just like Xiaoguai!"

"Eunuch... eunuch?!" Fu Mingtian bit his tongue in surprise.

"En." Fu Mingqin nodded solemnly, with a harmless expression on his face, "It says in the book that torturing people is worse than life. For a man, life is very important, so don't hurt your self-esteem!"

"Hahahaha, make me laugh!!!"

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, it will be the emperor's turn to clean up the troubles.