The boss always wants to kill me

In the quiet night, the sound of footsteps smashed An Yi, two teams of dozens of guards surrounded the prime minister's mansion, the head guard waved his hand, and more than a dozen people followed him and broke into the door.

The old housekeeper who was awakened didn't know why and came over: "Who is so bold, dare to break into the prime minister's mansion at night."

The head guard threw the old butler to the ground with his hands clasped to the sky, staring indifferently: "There is an order from the sage, Prime Minister He Zhiyi, to form a party and conspire against us. We are ordered to come and search for evidence. Get out of this door!"

The old butler got up and down, the whole country knew how sincere and sincere the prime minister was for his country, and he was determined not to commit treason, but he dared not speak out, he could only drag his old bones , rushed to each room to report.

As soon as He Lang, the young master of Xiangfu finished his studies and fell asleep, he was woken up by the sound of the door opening hastily. He looked blankly at his mother holding his bookboy in his arms, and opened his quilt in a panic.

"Mother, what's the matter?" He Lang glanced at Shutong, only to see that his face was pale, his breath was faint, and he immediately got up and stretched out his hands to help him, "Xinrong is sick? Why is it so serious? He is still so sick during the day? Spirit……"

"Lang'er." Mrs. He put the book boy on the bed, took off the child's coat, hurriedly put it on her son, picked him up and walked to the door, looked around for no one, and quickly ran towards the back door, " Don't ask too many questions, just do what mother tells you to do."

He Lang had never seen his mother like this before, nodded obediently, and listened to the noise not far from the mansion, a bad premonition floated in his little heart, but he didn't ask.

Mrs. He ran to the back door and was about to open it when she heard the voices of guards talking outside, she immediately put her hands away, a fine layer of cold sweat covered her plump forehead, her hands were trembling, she hesitated for a moment, and ran past another The hidden corridor entered the most remote corner of the mansion among the trees.

There was a dog hole less than three feet wide at the bottom of the wall. Mrs. He put down all the Shuya she had been carrying all her life, squatted down, and poked her head into the hole to make sure that no one was guarding the area outside. Lives with tears streaming down: "Lang'er, listen carefully, remember. Go out from here, from today onwards, you are no longer the son of the prime minister's family, not He Zhiyi's son, not He Lang, how far can you go?" No matter how far away, don’t come back.”

The half-grown child didn't understand why his mother suddenly didn't want him anymore, so he grabbed Mrs. He's arm tightly: "Mother, don't want me, I won't be playful anymore, I won't play juju or sword from tomorrow, study hard, Don't want me."

Madam He's tears couldn't stop falling, and she broke her son's hand cruelly: "If you are disobedient today, I really don't want you anymore, get out!"

He Lang also cried, looked at the unbearable dog hole, put down his mother's hand, squatted down, climbed out, and ran wildly...

Three days later, He Lang was sitting beside the road hungry and hungry. He always studied at home on weekdays and rarely went out. No passerby recognized this dirty child as the young master of the Xiangfu family. He just regarded it as a new beggar. Some people gave alms and dropped a copper coin.

The child of a high-ranking official and aristocrat's family has been drilled into a dog's hole, and his self-esteem has been deeply cut, let alone the food that was given. He Lang was so hungry that his eyes were dim and he didn't pick up a word, waiting for his mother to pick him up. It was the news that He Xiang conspired against him and was implicated in the nine clans.

He Lang dragged his vain footsteps, followed the flow of people to the outside of the Meridian Gate, and saw with his own eyes that the heads of relatives at home were chopped off one by one and blood was splashed on the spot. The one who died in the name of He Lang seemed to be his own school boy. On Zhiyi's neck, the half-voiced "wrong" was strangled.

"I was eight years old that year, and I had no way to make money, so I could only be a beggar for four years." Wuming tightened his whip, his fingernails were deeply embedded in it, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, "With these crimes committed indiscriminately and the humiliation you have suffered, you Say, should I kill that dog emperor?"

Cangbi was speechless, and replied after a long time: "Let me help you. It's just that it's not for you to kill the emperor, but to clear up the grievances for the prime minister."

Wuming was noncommittal, as long as he could sneak into the palace, he might not have the chance to take the dog emperor's life.

When the two returned to the city, Wuming explained the plan in detail, took a long sword from the cellar, and stuffed it into Cangbi's arms: "This is the prince's sword, it can prove your identity."

The scabbard of the long sword is made of gold and silver coiled into intricate patterns, with a piece of high-grade white jade inlaid every palm, and the five-clawed dragon that represents the identity is engraved on the hilt, which is definitely not a fake.

Didn't the prince fall off the cliff and lose his life, why is he here with his sword.

Cangbi was full of suspicion, before he could ask any questions, Wuming pulled him into the carriage and warned: "Remember what I told you, don't forget that the emperor also treats your life like nothing."

The carriage was driving on Jingzhong Avenue, Cangbi held the sword in her arms, she was full of worries, she lowered her voice and asked for help from the black bracelet on her wrist: "Xiao Hei, what can I do to stop him from going to die?"

The black earth dragon remained motionless.

In less than half an hour, the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace. There were eight guards standing inside and outside the gate. Seeing that it was not a carriage of princes and nobles, they pointed their spears at Wuming who drove the carriage: "Who is coming! The gate of the palace is also A place where you can take a walk? Don't die!"

Wuming went to lift the car curtain without saying a word, and the guard at the front immediately pointed the spear closer and pointed at Wuming's chest: "Who is in the car?"

"Just take a look, who is in the car." Wuming let the point of the gun cut through the skirt of his clothes, and opened the curtain of the car.

A pair of slender and jade-like hands stretched out, holding an incomparably luxurious sword in their hands, and the dragon carving on the hilt was lifelike.

"Bold, you dare to stop my king's car." Cang Bi reluctantly poked her head out, showing her face.

When the guards saw the sword that revealed their identity, they put away their spears one by one, plopped and knelt down, and the one with the highest seniority hurriedly urged: "The prince is back, hurry up and report to the emperor!"

"My lord, this is..."

"This hero He Lang is the king's savior." Cangbi waved her hand to signal for everyone to make way, and the guards quickly backed away, let the carriage enter the palace gate.

The prince's savior, the guards naturally dare not neglect, and it is against the rules to let outsiders into the palace. The guards are thinking of some tactful way to keep this hero before someone comes to pick him up. Just when the carriage enters After entering the door, they stopped, with no tendency to go anywhere, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.

It's not that Wuming doesn't want to move forward, but it's just that there's no way to know where to go in the huge palace, and Cangbi just looks at the garden scenery outside the car, at a loss as to where to go. Fortunately, it didn't take long before someone came to welcome her.

The golden throne is magnificent, the canopy is majestic, and the mighty imperial carriage moved to the front of the palace gate. When the pilgrim saw the people in the carriage, he couldn't hide the joy of finding it again. Regardless of the loss of identity, he stepped down from the dragon carriage to greet him. .

At the same time, several guards rushed to the front and made a gesture of invitation to Wuming. Wuming had to get out of the car under the watchful eye of the guards and make way for him.

The emperor Zhao Chengyin didn't even change his clothes. He just came down to the court, and he was still wearing a golden dress that showed his status as an emperor. He leaped into the carriage vigorously, and hugged Cangbi who was still looking out: "Cheng Si, you are finally back!" I've been looking for you for half a month, but I didn't see you, I thought..."

"Brother Emperor." Cangbi managed to suppress her bewilderment, looked at the emperor's face, and felt familiar, but couldn't remember it, and followed the words taught by Wuming, "I was injured when I fell off the cliff. At first I couldn't even remember who I was, but I was facing this sword all day for the first two days, and then I finally remembered it, which made the emperor worry."