Weiyang of the Red Mansion

This is His Majesty's voice!

Wang Jun's tense heartstrings loosened, and his hanging heart fell back.

Fortunately, His Majesty is fine, otherwise the Wang family will be in great trouble.

Before the old lady died of illness, the second uncle was serving as the commander of the Jingwei, and the ninth prince had been trying to win over the royal family, wanting to win the loyalty of the royal family, but the second uncle had already seen that the prince was the next emperor, how could he be willing to rebel against the ninth prince?

Therefore, the second uncle refused to serve the Ninth Prince, which caused the Ninth Prince to be extremely dissatisfied, but before the Ninth Prince could teach the Second Uncle a lesson, the old lady died of illness, and the Second Uncle had to keep a filial piety for his mother for three years, so he sent his son Ding You, and After seven or seven 49 days of vigil, he returned to his hometown with his eldest brother Fu Ling.

Before the second uncle returned to his hometown, he told Wang Jun not to be fooled by the Ninth Prince, and told him to guard the Wang family, not to be implicated by the Ninth Prince, who might rebel.

Ever since his second uncle returned to Beijing, he has been tense, for fear that if he accidentally failed to protect the Wang family, he would be plotted against.

Seeing that the end of the year was approaching, he slowly felt relieved. Unexpectedly, His Majesty would suddenly decide to hold a winter hunt this year.

Now that the whole family of the crown prince has been killed, we don’t know who the next emperor will be. Anyway, no matter who it is, it cannot be the ninth prince. The royal family has already offended the ninth prince. Those who serve him, and the Wang family is naturally among them.

"Bastard? In your eyes, only my good brother is your son, right? You support the third brother, the eighth brother and me, just to train the elder brother? We are just the whetstones you prepared for the elder brother. , but why should I make him a whetstone? I am also your son!"

The Ninth Prince's resentful and angry words came out of the hall, and every word and every word revealed questioning and unwillingness.

"Beast! Cough cough cough..." Today seemed to want to scold something, but just as he opened his mouth, he coughed violently.

"Hahahaha!!" The Ninth Prince laughed crazily from the hall, and stopped laughing after a while, speaking with complacency, "Father, you forced me to do this, write an abdication edict."

"I will never pass the throne to you, a regicide and father-killing bastard!"

"I don't dare to admit my father's words," the Ninth Prince chuckled, "I never said I wanted to kill you, but you still want to pass the throne to my elder brother? I advise you to stop thinking about it. At this moment, the bones of big brother may have been burned to ashes."

"You...cough cough...what did you do to the prince?"

"Hahahaha... Before Erchen came to see you, he had already sent people to kill the eldest brother, the third brother and the eighth brother. I was afraid that they would not die completely, so I asked them to kill people and set them on fire immediately. Minister, who else can I pass on the throne to? The ignorant second brother, or the lustful fourth brother? Or the incompetent fifth brother? You have no choice!"

"Even if I die, I will not pass the throne to you, a brother-killing bastard!"

"Hmph!" The Ninth Prince sneered, "Do you think that if you don't pass on the throne to me, I will have nothing to do? At this time, the palace is already in my hands, and the eldest brother and the others are already dead. The throne, who dares to say more?"

"Bastard... cough cough... beast..."

Hearing this, Wang Jun felt chills all over his body. He didn't expect the Ninth Prince to be so ruthless that he not only killed the whole family of the Prince, but even the Third and Eighth Princes were not spared.

Holding the sword, Wang Jun killed the guards outside the hall, and the sound of the body falling to the ground alarmed the people inside the hall.

"Who?"

Wang Jun was startled, and before he had time to think about it, he jumped in from the window with Lingbo microsteps, and the Ninth Prince had already led people out when he heard the movement, and he came in just standing in front of the bed where the emperor was lying.

"Who are you?" The guards following the Ninth Prince were startled when they saw Wang Jun jumping in from the window, and pointed the knife in his hand at Wang Jun.

The Ninth Prince paused, turned his head and saw Wang Jun standing in front of the bed, firmly blocking the Emperor behind him, and immediately frowned.

After taking a look at Wang Jun, Ninth Prince Mo Song was startled, "You are Wang Jun? How did you get in?"

Only the relatives of the emperor live in the palace, and the ministers who follow, only a few ministers of the cabinet are eligible to live in the palace, but these cabinets are old and did not participate in this winter hunting, and Wang Jun did not He is not qualified to live in the palace, he lives outside the palace with the Jia family.

When he launched a coup, he had already ordered people to guard the exits of the palace. It was impossible for Wang Jun to break in by himself.

Mo Song panicked, did someone come in to rescue him?

Wang Jun didn't answer Mo Song's question at all, holding the three-foot green blade in his hand, he said in a cold voice, "Your Highness is not afraid of being punished by the heavens for doing such a utterly evil thing?"

For Wang Jun, who values ​​love and friendship, a person who can kill even his own brothers is simply not an exaggeration to die ten thousand times.

Mo Song didn't expect that he was going to succeed, and suddenly Cheng Yaojin would appear, staring at Wang Jun, gnashing his teeth, "Wang Jun, who else came in with you?"

The Wang family, the people of the Wang family!

Didn't Wang Ziteng go back to Jinling to observe his filial piety? Wang Jun, a young man who is not as weak as a crown, would never have the ability to break in alone under his net. Then, Wang Jun must be bringing people from the Wang family. Come to save me.

But what about the rest?Where exactly?Or... to save someone?

Thinking that the person he arranged to kill the third and eighth princes hadn't come back, he was startled, could it be...

"Wang Jun, who are you, Wang Yao?" An old hoarse voice came from behind Wang Jun. Wang Jun turned his head slightly, but kept paying attention to Mo Song with a ferocious expression.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Wang Yao is the grandfather of the student."

Wang Jun has not yet become an official, so he cannot call himself a minister, but he has a reputation for educating others, so he can call himself a student.

"Good! Good!" The emperor shouted excitedly, "Wang Yao has a good grandson, and the Wang family has a unicorn!"

He didn't ask how Wang Jun got in, this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that Wang Jun came to escort him.

Mo Song frowned, "Wang Jun, do you really want to fight against me?"

"Why did your Highness say that?" Wang Jun sneered.

"Wang Jun, as long as you are willing to serve this king, how about making you the Duke of the state when I ascend the throne?" Mo Song was worried that something would happen, so he could only lure Wang Jun with huge profits.

In his opinion, Wang Jun is a young man after all, not as sophisticated as Wang Ziteng, and he might be tempted by his promise.

In fact, he could have directly ordered Wang Jun to be killed, but he felt inexplicably uneasy that Wang Jun appeared too suddenly.

He had heard about Wang Jun for a long time, he was an all-rounder in martial arts, he had never seen it with his own eyes, but from the hand that Wang Jun showed when he sneaked into the palace, he knew that Wang Jun was relying on his high martial arts, not Afraid of these elite guards around him, otherwise Wang Jun is alone, how dare he come out to save him, is he dead?

He didn't know how powerful Wang Jun was, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he might as well recruit Wang Jun directly.

"A person like you who doesn't even spare your own brothers, why should I trust you? You should leave these promises to the group of rebellious officials and thieves behind you!"

"I don't know what's good!" The guards around Mo Song have long been unhappy with Wang Jun. He followed Mo Song through life and death. Mo Song never made any promises, but when he saw Wang Jun, he promised to be the Duke of the state. Why is this kid? ? "Your Highness, let me kill him, he is just a person, how powerful can he be?"

After hearing Wang Jun's ridicule, Mo Song's face became gloomy, and he became more and more annoyed when he heard the guard's words.

Wang Ziteng doesn't know good from bad, this Wang Jun is more hateful than his second uncle, thinking of this, the killing intent in his heart is even stronger.

"kill him!"

Hearing his master's order, the guards around Mo Song all raised their knives and slashed at Wang Jun.

Wang Jun sneered, "Just these local chickens and dogs, want to kill me? Even if it's midnight, Your Highness, don't have such a sweet dream!" As he said, Wang Jun stepped on Lingbo micro-steps, and held the sword to harvest wantonly. The lives of these people.

Mo Song only felt a few flashes of coldness in front of his eyes, and a chill ran up his back, and the corpse fell on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Wang Jun being so vicious, the few remaining guards were scared out of their wits, their hands holding the knife were shaking, and they couldn't help but retreat a few steps. If it wasn't for Mo Song still standing here, they might have turned around and ran away.

Mo Song looked at Wang Jun in horror, "You, what kind of magic is this?"

To take someone's life in the blink of an eye is definitely a demon technique!

Wang Jun sneered, "What demon technique? This is the sword technique passed down by my Wang family's ancestors!"

Hearing this, Mo Song thought of Wang Jun's background, the military generals of the Wang family for generations, and some good things passed down from his ancestors. Thinking of this, Mo Song was sweating profusely, looking at Wang Jun like looking at a god of death, and licked his face. Lips, let out a cruel word, and ran out with people.

"You, you wait!"

Wang Jun didn't chase him out, put away his sword, turned around and felt His Majesty's pulse.

The emperor pushed away Wang Jun's hand and sat up with support, "Take me to the prince's palace!"

His Majesty's eyes were red, obviously still hopeful.

When Wang Jun saw this, his heart choked up, he lowered his eyelids, and said unbearably, "When the students came, they saw the palace where His Royal Highness lived was ablaze. Now, there may be no bones left."

The emperor's eyes darkened, and he tried his best not to fall down, "Take, take me to the third prince."

Wang Jun did not dissuade him, and walked towards the third prince's palace with the emperor on his back. Before he had gone far, he saw the palace where the third prince lived was billowing with smoke and full of fire.

The third prince's palace was also burned, judging by the intensity of the fire, I'm afraid it would have been long ago...

"Go, go to the eighth prince..." The emperor had already started to tremble, and he couldn't even speak smoothly.

Wang Jun was a little worried, but he still turned to the eighth prince's palace as he said.

The eighth prince's palace was not burned, the emperor was a little excited, Wang Jun hurriedly carried the emperor into the eighth prince's palace.

Going in is a place of corpses.

Turning around, I saw the eighth prince after entering the inner room, and the eighth prince and his wife were lying in a pool of blood, life and death unknown, but the eighth prince concubine and the child were nowhere to be seen.

As soon as Wang Jun's heart moved, he heard the voice of the emperor, "Quick, take a look..."

Wang Jun put His Majesty on the stool beside the table, squatted down to check the situation of the Eighth Prince, and unexpectedly found that the Eighth Prince was still angry.

"His Royal Highness is not dead yet."

Wang Jun happily reported the good news, and then quickly gave the Eighth Prince acupuncture to stop the bleeding, turned his head to the tearful emperor and said, "Your Highness has lost a lot of blood, I have already done acupuncture to stop the bleeding, and now we need an imperial doctor who is proficient in trauma to treat His Highness. Otherwise, there is still a risk of life.”

The emperor frowned when he heard the words, and just about to say something, he heard chaotic voices from outside the hall.

The voice of a woman and the cry of a child...

The emperor glanced around the room and realized something.

I heard footsteps approaching, and a woman's voice came, "This way, hurry up, hurry up!"

Then a woman in palace attire ran in with a child with messy hair on her temples, followed by an old man in an imperial physician's attire.

Seeing the emperor, the old man was taken aback for a moment, then knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty!"

"Okay, don't be too polite, treat Lao Ba quickly!" The emperor waved his hand and said.

Knowing that the eighth prince is not dead, the emperor's complexion has mostly improved, but his spirit is still a little sluggish.