Chapter 99: Immortals are ruthless and I have feelings
"Tread! Tread! Tread! Tread..."
The footsteps were heavy.
This is Zhao Zheng walking down the high platform.
When the group of civil servants and captains were preparing to follow the trend to carry out a fire, Zhao Zheng left the dragon chair and got off the stage.
Step by step, he walked towards Hong Ying, who was almost dying a few hundred meters away.
Hong Ying's red dress was already soaked with blood, and her whole body was covered in blood. Under the red dress, she had already changed back to the original body of a fox. The white fox, at this moment, her whole body is stained with blood, like a blood fox.
"scare!"
Seeing Zhao Zheng stepping down and walking on the imperial road, the people who were about to make a fire quickly closed their mouths.
Their emperor, Kun, often played cards against common sense.
"Desperate?"
A few hundred meters away, Zhao Zheng walked step by step, walking half an incense stick, he squatted in front of the little fox, and spoke in a cowardly voice.
Hong Ying's entire fox was very slack. Eight of her tails were broken all at once, and those eight shriveled tails were hanging on the ground like deflated balloons. Hong Ying blinked her eyelids a few times.
She didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only make a "jiji" sound.
"I think you must be desperate."
Zhao Zheng said again, his voice was gentle.
Blackened, generally strong.
If it was before, Zhao Zheng would definitely kill Hong Ying, but now Hong Ying seems to be abandoned by the whole world, and her heart is full of despair.
And now, only he, only he, Zhao Zheng, can give this little fox on the verge of death a little light and hope.
Zhao Zheng gave this hope.
For some reason, looking at such a poor Hong Ying, he thought of himself.
A villain, a villain who is very likely destined to be killed by a certain righteous protagonist as a whetstone no matter how hard he tries.
He had a lot of nightmares.
The content of the nightmare is as desperate as Sakura is today.
Zhao Zheng dreamed that he had made countless efforts in the past three years, turning the world set in the original book upside down. When the day comes when the protagonist's growth step arrives, he is still killed. The people standing beside him defected one after another, and the people who fought for him all supported the protagonist of justice.
It seems that he has become stronger, it seems that he has subverted the world, but he is still charged with murdering his father and killing his younger brother. Zhao Zheng, the original dazed ruler, is no different.
Zhao Zheng also had a nightmare. Everyone ignored him and welcomed the protagonist. The protagonist, surrounded by countless people around him, stepped up to the high platform he had been on for three years. The protagonist raised his sword high, however, He seems to be suppressed by this world, not only is everyone ignored, ignored, he can't even resist.
The long sword is cold, and the body is slightly cold.
The heads were thrown flying and rolled down the hundred and ten steps.
The same place, almost the same despair.
"Live, the gods are ruthless, I have feelings."
Zhao Zheng took out a healing medicinal pill from his hand and stuffed it into Hong Ying's mouth.
The medicine pill melts in the mouth.
Hong Ying passed out, but before she passed out, she regained her body.
"Take it down, revive her, cure her, if she wants to leave, don't stop her. Primordial Stone will pass on Beibing, and from now on, I will give Hongyingguo the surname Zhao, and he will have nothing to do with Beibing anymore."
After saying these two sentences, Zhao Zheng walked out of the Qiankun Hall.
Zhao Zheng's heart was filled with sorrow.
Probably, the only person who might fight to the death for him three years later and dare to stand in front of him and die for him without hesitation, the person he can trust unconditionally, is already dead.
Immediately, the Golden Armored Imperial Forest Army brought Hong Ying down.
No, in terms of preparation, it was Zhao Hongying.
"Your Majesty!"
Thousands of officials salute.
Zhao Zheng walked all the way to the Internal Affairs Office and went to Cui Xi's residence.
In that residence, many of Cui Xi's luggage still hadn't been unpacked, and the packed bags had not been unpacked.
This is obviously because King Kun's mansion moved here just now, and he has been waiting by his side, and he has not had time to clean up.
And suddenly from the old eunuch next to King Kun to the eunuch in charge of the internal affairs office of Dayan, probably, no one dared to do something to him without authorization.
"Your Majesty, Director Cui has not come to live here yet."
A little eunuch lowered his head and said with red eyes.
Zhao Zheng's eyes were a little red when he heard the words, and he looked outside: "You old eunuch, you finally made it through with me, and finally entered the imperial palace, but you haven't lived a good day. It's me, I owe you."
Listening to the little eunuch, Zhao Zheng not only thought of Cui Xi's always-on call, but most of the time, he slept by the wall outside the Emperor's Palace.
"Your Majesty, don't be too sad, beware of the dragon body."
Yang Xiaoyou followed behind Zhao Zheng, and she took a bright yellow plush robe and put it on Zhao Zheng.
The military parade of millions overnight, the martial arts institute will be completed, and the sect general will bow his head. Zhao Zheng, who should be in high spirits and high spirits, has been slapped by the gods of the land!
This mouth, directly made Zhao Zheng's mood fall to the bottom, making him clear and understand that the road in this world is still far, far, and he is still far away, far from being arrogant and presumptuous. Proud time!
"Yeah." Zhao Zheng held Yang Xiaoyou's hand, Yang Xiaoyou's little hand was cold, Zhao Zheng stroked it gently.
These days have passed, and Yang Xiaoyou has also transformed, with a little less childishness going forward, and a little more grace and momentum of her Imperial Concubine Dayan.
She has grown up.
She no longer looks like the little girl she used to be.
Yandu, it's snowing.
Goose feather-like snowflakes fluttered, covering the imperial palace with a layer of white clothes.
At a glance, the eyes are all white.
Zhao Zheng and Yang Xiaoyou walked in the imperial palace and stepped on the snow in the imperial palace.
Zhao Zheng ordered that the staff of the Household Affairs Palace and the maids were given a leave, so that the snow on this day did not need to be cleaned.
In the heavy snow, Zhao Zheng suddenly stopped.
He hugged Yang Xiaoyou tightly.
Yang Xiaoyou was stunned for a moment. After that, she hugged Zhao Zheng gently: "Your Majesty, no matter what happens, the concubine will definitely be by His Majesty's side."
"Little boy."
Zhao Zheng called out Yang Xiaoyou's name softly.
They didn't have too many feelings, it was just that the world was too traditional, and Zhao Zheng was also too traditional. It was because of preconceived ideas that they could rely on each other now.
"Your Majesty." Yang Xiaoyou's eyes reddened, she vaguely guessed something.
She knew that on the surface, her mighty and powerful husband made countless people feel fearful, but in fact, she was not as strong as she appeared to be.
Choi Hee is dead.
He fears.
I'm afraid it wasn't just Cui Xi who died at that time.
"Don't refuse, go, go to Lingyun Xianzong, wait for you to become an immortal, I will take you down the mountain with red makeup."