Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The clasped palms were tightly clasped, and the strength was warm.

The eunuch on duty in front saw the eunuch who broke through the city gate, his eyes widened, his legs froze in fright, and he shouted, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

—the army was fast approaching him.

The well-trained guards wearing uniform uniforms, armed with long knives and armor, sank to the ground as they ran rapidly, like a group of wild beasts breaking into the imperial city.Not only the eunuch was startled by the dark cloud, but Meng Huan also stared blankly behind the team.

The complex and gorgeous color of the imperial city was soaked by the black clouds, and the army opened the way and went straight to Wenyuan Pavilion where Emperor Xuanhe lived. Passing through the endless square, in the dark armor, only the colorful royal uniforms of Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou is the only color.

The blue color is like water.

Crimson like fire.

Turning around the corridor, a line of imperial guards flashed out: "Boldly rebel!"

In one's own army, a louder voice yelled angrily: "Boldly rebelling against the bandits, what do you want to do by holding His Majesty hostage! The King of China is ordered to protect you, and anyone who dares to stop him will be killed without mercy!"

This set of rhetoric by Lin Bozhou is no longer feasible in the palace, and everyone knows that Lin Bozhou forced the palace to rebel.

But Lin Bozhou insisted on this rhetoric, which not only encouraged his own soldiers, but... made Meng Huan inexplicably feel Lin Bozhou's mockery of Emperor Xuanhe.

The leader of the imperial forest army glared: "Lin Bozhou, you sycophant! Minister! Thief! Son—"

The sound is like a bell, deafening.

Slightly dizzy in his head, Meng Huan had never seen anyone so angry, the other party bit his teeth to bleed blood, and stared at Lin Bozhou with hatred.

But Lin Bozhou beside him had a bit of clear sunshine on the tip of his nose. In this bloody massacre, he was dressed in a crimson royal uniform, and his appearance was not in the slightest.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes halfway, and spoke lightly.

"kill."

The muscles on Zhang Hu's cheeks were tense, and he raised his long knife and slashed at the opponent.

The sound of clanging swords was mixed with screams.

Meng Huan's fingers were tightened again, and there was a burst of heat on the back of his hand, Lin Bozhou seemed to be gently comforting him.

"Are you scared?"

"I'm fine." Meng Huan raised his eyes and gritted his teeth. "As long as I think of the faint king on the throne and the people who died because of him, I won't be afraid of bleeding."

There has always been someone who bleeds more, fears more, and hurts more than him.

"Indeed, there is no need to be afraid,"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Most of the Imperial Army are noble sons of the dynasty. They have been favored by the court for generations, and their food and clothing are far better than ordinary people. They only serve His Majesty all their lives. Since they strive to die well, they want to be a subjugated doctor." , then fulfill their aspirations.”

He paused, then added kindly, "I'll be the bad guy."

The tone is flat, but the words are life and death.

Lin Bozhou's censor has always been compassionate outside and poisonous inside.

...Meng Huan turned his eyes and looked at the crowd kneeling on the ground.

The guards led the way, and he was led by Lin Bozhou, clasping his warm and strong knuckles tightly, and walked forward.

There were corpses all over the ground, and when Lin Bozhou's clean shoes stepped on the ground and the blood dried up, a bleeding hand grabbed his ankle suddenly.

The other party clenched tightly, his voice hoarse: "Lin Bozhou! Lin Bozhou!"

"Rebel—rebel, you are ambitious, disobedient to your ancestors, plotting against the emperor, you will die—"

With ferocious eyes and blood on his face, he cursed him like a ghost in hell with the most vicious and ruthless words.

"is it?"

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and raised his legs.

He kicked him out without hesitation, simply and neatly.The clean robe brushed over the corpse and moved forward, Lin Bozhou's eyes were indifferently illuminated by the skylight, and he calmly left a word.

"If it's going to be a bad death to revive Dazong, then I'm going to die a bad death."

……

Wenyuan Pavilion.

At this time, the cabinet was surrounded by the guards, and no one could come out. A few eunuchs who tried to break out of the cabinet were killed at the door, and the blood flowed all over the floor.

Lin Bozhou led Meng Huan and gently opened the door.

"……Um?"

Witnessing the scene in the cabinet, Lin Bozhou seemed a little surprised and raised his eyebrows.

Usually only the emperor, cabinet ministers and eunuchs can enter the cabinet, and the meeting place is absolutely solemn and solemn.But in the cabinet at this time, a group of young eunuchs and court ladies surrounded Emperor Xuanhe and cried loudly. Several cabinet ministers beside him were killed, but the corpses were not dragged out. As green as death.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, don't worry, Your Majesty, Your Majesty will be able to hold on to the Royal Forest Army!"

"Your Majesty! Drink some tea!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Lin Bozhou has turned his back on the way of heaven, and now he may have been struck to death by lightning!"

"..."

The personal eunuch who said this turned his head and saw Lin Bozhou, his pupils constricted immediately, the gorgeous and bright robes in his eyes were like evil spirits, rendering the clear sunlight at the door into oppressive darkness.

The tea in his hand "crashed!" fell to the ground.

"His Majesty!"

The eunuch's stiff eyes rolled, "The King of China...rebels, rebels, come in!"

"Who is the traitor?"

With a long knife in one hand, Lin Bozhou kicked away the corpse at his feet, and held Meng Huan in one hand, with a smile that was not a smile, "This king is here to protect His Majesty, who is the traitor?"

Emperor Xuanhe's complexion was pale. He hid behind the maid and looked at him with blank eyes, as if he was completely frightened.

Lin Bozhou raised his sword and slowly pointed at everyone in the cabinet.

Pointing to the chief minister of the cabinet, Chen Que, he said, "The traitor."

Pointing to the eunuch who is in charge of ceremonies: "Rebel."

Pointing to the eunuch in front of him.

"Rebel."

At last.

His silver sword pointed at Emperor Xuanhe, impartially.

The sun shone on Lin Bozhou's face, and he stood in the light, narrowing his eyes slightly, touching his lips, and said softly, "--anti-thief."

Your Majesty is the traitor.

Emperor Xuanhe's eyes widened: "What, what?"

"When Dazong founded the country, Taizu rose from among the ridges and acres, and joined the army because he could not bear the invasion of war. When Taizu ruled the world, he killed all corrupt officials in the court, equalized the land system, sympathized with the people, and emphasized diligence. This admonition was passed down to the Shi-ancestors require future kings to abide by them. The country was brought down by the Tai-zu, and your Majesty inherited the country from the Tai-zu, but his words and deeds are completely different from him. Isn't this 'reverse'?"

Emperor Xuanhe's face was pale, and his lips squirmed slightly.

He looked at Lin Bozhou, not knowing how to refute.

Until the news that Lin Bozhou suddenly rebelled and the army was approaching the imperial city, he was still playing chess in the Hall of Mental Cultivation due to his unhappiness.

Suddenly receiving the news from Su Wei, Emperor Xuanhe was completely stupefied. He only thought that Lin Bozhou was greedy for the regent, and wanted to return to the court to overthrow the clouds and fight for his power, but he never thought that Lin Bozhou would rebel and would think about it. Throw him out of the throne.

He hurried to the cabinet, summoned the cabinet ministers, and asked them to drive Lin Bozhou out as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, the cabinet ministers had no choice. The army unexpectedly surrounded Wenyuan Pavilion.

In the 150th year since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Lin Bozhou's army stepped into Dazong's palace.

Emperor Xuanhe has been the emperor since he was sensible. For the first time, he discovered that the throne could not be held securely.

"Your Majesty doesn't study hard, so I don't even know how to refute it now."

Lin Bozhou raised his chin. Although he stood a little lower, his gaze seemed to be much higher than that of Emperor Xuanhe.

Emperor Xuanhe said in a daze, "Brother Emperor."

Cold sweat dripped down his face, and in his fear, he just wanted to beg for mercy: "I know I was wrong, and I will definitely change it."

"Your Majesty doesn't know what's wrong," Lin Bozhou said, "After going through so many things, if Your Majesty is willing to think about it, he should have figured it out a long time ago."

Lin Bozhou moved forward holding a long knife, and his shoes stepped on the carpet, leaving blood marks one by one.

He walked towards Emperor Xuanhe's dragon chair: "It's a pity that His Majesty's heart has never been in governing the country."

"...You, what do you want to do?!"

Emperor Xuanhe's pupils constricted, he hid back, and suddenly pulled a court lady to block him, as if he could save himself from death: "Lin Bozhou, you can't kill the king!"

The maid stared at Lin Bozhou with wide eyes, and burst into a shrill scream, with tears streaming down her face, with deep fear in her eyes: "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!"

"..."

Meng Huan watched, his lips parted slightly.

He didn't expect how Emperor Xuanhe made himself so undignified.

Lin Bozhou glanced sideways at Meng Huan, understood how he felt, and tapped the tip of the knife on the brick surface slowly, making a crisp sound.

At this time, the eunuch who had just cursed Lin Bozhou suddenly took out a short knife from his boots and stabbed towards Lin Bozhou——

"The traitor will die!!!"

"Crack", his wrist was tightly grasped.

Lin Bozhou held his wrist, the finger bones were thin, and the veins on the back of the hand protruded. At this time, the sharp knife cut the flesh, and the dark red blood dripped onto the carpet.

Lin Bozhou half raised his eyelids and looked at the eunuch who was glaring at him.

The same age as Emperor Xuanhe, fourteen or fifteen years old, his blood-stained face looked childish, and his eyes were terrified, but determined.

Lin Bozhou pointed his fingers back, twisted his hand, and clicked his tongue lightly at Emperor Xuanhe: "Your Majesty is really not suitable to be an emperor, even a little eunuch is more decisive than you."

He shook his hand.

At this time, Meng Huan, who was standing behind Lin Bozhou, saw the blood on his hand, his eyes were slightly startled, and he ran forward a few steps: "Husband..."

Lin Bozhou raised his hand to stop him.

"Just stand there, Huanhuan, don't come over."

The tone was very gentle, completely different from talking to Emperor Xuanhe.

Meng Huan stopped nervously.

He saw Lin Bozhou raised his long knife, and he guessed that the next...should be bloody violence.

Lin Bozhou picked up the court ladies and eunuchs in front of Emperor Xuanhe with the tip of his knife, grabbed the dragon robe at the collar of Emperor Xuanhe with his bloodstained hands, and forced those eyes to look directly at himself: "Come, look at me."

Those dark, gloomy eyes were unfathomable.

Lin "Your Majesty said just now that he knew he was wrong, where is the mistake?"

The two pairs of eyes stared straight, and the long knife was almost touching Emperor Xuanhe's waist and abdomen. The cold and sharp touch made Emperor Xuanhe feel a chill down his spine, and he was forced to think under his question: "The fault... the fault is... …Brother Emperor, I was wrong! I will definitely be a good emperor in the future, and I will be an emperor who pleads for the people! As Tai-zu said, equal land system, diligent administration, thrift, love the people, sympathize with the people’s wealth, and serve the people... ..."

Emperor Xuanhe rolled his eyes desperately, as if he was thinking hard.

— Not saying right or wrong.

Lin Bozhou stared at him, and said softly, "Think again, Your Majesty."

"Think again, think again..." Emperor Xuanhe took a deep breath, and he felt the long knife getting closer to his waist and abdomen.

For a long time, Lin Bozhou only held a pen in front of his eyes, and rarely held a knife in front of him. He never thought that Lin Bozhou was so strong, so heavy, and so full of pressure, crushing him with his backhand.

Emperor Xuanhe gasped for breath, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I thought of it, I thought of it! It must be right! Brother Huang dislikes me playing chess the most, so I will never play chess again from now on! The chess palace is burned! The chessmen are all killed! Absolutely not—"

The voice did not fall.

Lin Bozhou's throat rolled suddenly, looking tired.

His eyebrows and eyes were filled with disappointment towards Emperor Xuanhe.

"How could Your Majesty give wrong answers over and over again?"

"........."

Emperor Xuanhe's sudden excitement was splashed with cold water. He looked directly at Lin Bozhou with dead fish-like eyes, and felt that his hand was grabbed by Lin Bozhou. Lin Bozhou's fingers were hard and cold, without anyone's warmth, while people Blood mixed into his palm, which felt sticky to the touch.

Like a snake crawling up his spine, Emperor Xuanhe was stiff and unable to move.

Lin Bozhou's voice was indifferent.

"From now on, Your Majesty, you should only play chess."

After speaking, the sharp blade pierced into the skin.

The cold and sharp touch hits instantly.

Emperor Xuanhe suddenly raised his head and stared at him blankly, the sharp pain of the flesh being cut and the bones being cut was transmitted to the brain along the bone marrow, and Emperor Xuanhe clearly felt that his fingers were being cut off and the body was being separated.

"To play chess, you only need to use your index finger and middle finger, the other fingers are too much for His Majesty," Lin Bozhou said, "Your Majesty can just concentrate on playing chess in the future, and don't bother the government anymore."

Seemingly awakened by the pain at last, Emperor Xuanhe's complexion changed, and his nose was so painful that tears flowed down together: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Already!"

“啊啊啊啊啊啊呜啊啊啊啊……朕的手指！朕的手指！”

He rolled down from the dragon chair, hit his head on the ground, and tears poured out wildly.

Lin Bozhou tilted his head impatiently: "If His Majesty took Huanhuan into the palace yesterday, it would not be repayable with a few fingers."

An eunuch who was beaten to death by Emperor Xuanhe lay under the dragon chair.

With a wave of his sleeve, the long knife penetrated into the opponent's waist and abdomen.

"The eunuch who assassinated His Majesty, the king, has been killed. His parents were both killed by soldiers in the capital. He felt resentful and wanted to assassinate His Majesty to avenge his parents. His Majesty's dragon body was frightened, and he was grateful for the disaster caused by his ineffective governance. An 'Edict of Guilt', abdicating the throne to the emperor's brother Zhongwang."

Lin Bozhou finished speaking.

The cabinet was as silent as death, and no one dared to make a sound.

The atmosphere that completely dominated the Regency Bureau made everyone afraid to show their anger. Among the crowd, only Meng Huan didn't feel scary.

Lin Bozhou made the right choice.

When Lin Bozhou got off the high platform and came to Meng Huan's side, Meng Huan gently grabbed his hand.

Husband is amazing.

Meng Huan thought softly in his heart.

Lin Bozhou gestured to him for the wound on his hand: "Go and bandage it as soon as it's over, okay?"

Meng Huan nodded and hummed in agreement.

Lin Bozhou took him by the hand to deal with the next thing he hadn't finished, and his shoes approached Chen Que, the chief minister of the cabinet who was kneeling on the ground.

Blood dripped to his feet and stuck to the official robes, but Chen Que's head was still buried tightly.

He heard Emperor Xuanhe's crying and screaming, the voice was so piercing, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

He should... straighten his waist and reprimand this sycophant and thief loudly.

He should... fight with his life to protect him and be a loyal minister of history.

he……

——But he was afraid, so he didn't dare to look at Lin Bozhou.

Until Lin Bozhou helped him stand up.

"Master Chen is old and his hearing is not good. Did you hear everything I said?"

Chen Que's pupils were wide open, his face was ashen, and he looked at him with trembling lips.

……I?

I?

"did not hear it?"

Lin Bozhou in front of him raised his eyebrows, smiling like a spring breeze, but the shadow behind him looked like a ghost from hell, making people feel chills all over his body.

As if bitten by a snake, Chen Que hurriedly said, "Listen...my minister, I heard it."

Words overflowed from his lips and teeth, and the dark light in Lin Bozhou's eyes disappeared instantly.

"Then I will trouble Lord Shoufu to draw up an imperial edict."