Chapter 222

Xianzong rushed to the scene from the imperial study, looked at the tree in front of him without expression, and roared in his heart. Can he have a good day?! After the death of his wife, his daughter married a disabled man, and his son had to be taken hostage. The little wife who had been spoiled for many years was not gentle at all and was not kind at all. He was acting with him in a fake every day. He also got into trouble with Yongsheng Temple. The Imperial Palace was burned and the nearby waiter was killed. Isn't it miserable enough for him? Now even the big tree can fly. Will it let him live?

"Holy master, Zhao Xiang is still pressing down," a general of the forbidden army told Xianzong.

"What's the use of telling me?" Xianzong said with a cold face, "lift the tree."

The general of the forbidden army wiped a sweat. It was set up for 30 meters. The three people couldn't hold the tree together. It was really difficult for them to move such a big tree for a moment. "The minister has already transferred his hands," the general said to Xianzong, "don't worry, the emperor, I will save Zhao Xiang and them as soon as possible."

"Who did it?" Xianzong asked whether Zhao Qiuming was dead or alive. Xianzong didn't care. His majesty wants to know this now.

The general looked at his king in embarrassment. To tell the truth, there must be no people in the court who can uproot the tree and throw it over. It is estimated that there is no one in the Jianghu, but there should still be one in the royal family.

Xianzong said, "what do you think I'm doing? Can I let this tree fly? "

The general lowered his head and told the murderer directly. The general was afraid of losing his head.

"If you don't know, go and check it," Xianzong almost stamped his feet and shouted. His ministers were not up to standard, so he was so painful as an emperor!

At this time, another loud noise came from not far away, and the earth trembled again.

The general of the forbidden army didn't have time to think about it. He shouted to the emperor and threw Xianzong on the ground. If another big tree flew over, he could carry it for the emperor first.

The people present looked at the general's actions and fell to the ground subconsciously.

The general of the forbidden army looked at the actions of these people and wanted to shout. He was powerless. Did he rush here to wait for pressure? Even if one or two are stupid, why should everyone be stupid together?

A moment later, when the earth was calm again, the waiting tree did not fly over, the sky was still very blue, and the larch whose life suddenly ended lay on the ground.

The general of the forbidden army took a breath, got up and asked to pull Xianzong, saying, "are you all right, emperor?"

Xianzong lay face down on the ground and didn't move for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Gu Xinglang followed the national teacher of Chengguan. At this time, the bright yellow dragon robe on Xianzong was too conspicuous, so there were a lot of people lying on the ground. The son-in-law and the National Normal University saw Xianzong at a glance. Gu Xinglang quickly asked, "holy master, what's the matter with you?"

When the general of the forbidden army saw that Xianzong didn't move, his heart couldn't bear it. He stretched out his hand to help Xianzong and said, "holy master?"

"Don't move," shouted an adult who knew medicine, "where's the doctor? Go and call the doctor. "

Chengguan national master took a sip from the corner of his mouth, quickly walked to Xianzong and asked Xianzong, "what's wrong with the saint? Hurt the bone? "

If you hurt a bone, you can't let people move around. This truth is understood not only by the migrant population, but also by the indigenous people.

The general couldn't stand any longer. As soon as he knelt on the ground, he first apologized to Xianzong and said, "holy master, I deserve to die."

Xianzong slowly supported the ground with his arms. He sat up from the ground and roared, "can it be better?"

When the general saw the appearance of Xianzong, he turned pale for a moment.

Gu Xinglang sat on the couch and looked at his father-in-law. Gu sanshao immediately covered his face. This picture really can't look directly at it.

It should be that when he was knocked down, his teeth hit his lips. Xianzong's lips opened a hole. His blood flowed, his chin was red, his skirt was red with blood, and his body was stained with bark, pine needles and soil. His majesty, who has always been a good person, was not so embarrassed even if he was burned last night.

Seeing that the dragon's body was hurt, except Gu Xinglang could not kneel down, the people present, together with the national teacher of Chengguan, knelt on the ground. Regardless of whether it was done by themselves, they all pleaded with Xianzong.

"Check it," said Xianzong, spitting blood on the ground. "Check it for me. Find out which bastard made the noise! Bah! " Another mouthful of blood vomited on the ground. Xianzong said, "I want to kill the nine families of this bastard!"

Gu Xinglang said, "holy master, it's important to stop bleeding first."

Xianzong took a look at his son-in-law. Everyone was kneeling. He was still sitting on the ground. He sat on the soft bamboo recliner. Xianzong felt that his son-in-law was not pleasing to his eyes again. "I sit here, but you still sit there?" The emperor shouted to his son-in-law, "what's the use of your half son?"

Everyone is silent. The eldest prince was only 11 last month. It seems that he is not as effective as the son-in-law.

Gu Xinglang has always been a sincere person who tells the truth. He said to Xianzong, "holy master, my feet are hurt. Now..."

"Shut up!" The blood on Xianzong's lips splashed with Xianzong's roar, "who hurt you? Who do you blame for your injury? "

... as everyone knows, it's the Holy One“ Holy master, what's the matter? " Just as Xianzong was about to jump up and yell at Gu Xinglang, another unkind man came to ask him what happened“ What's the matter with me? You don't have eyes? " Xianzong looked angrily at the direction of the voice. Young master Fenglin also sat on a soft bamboo recliner and looked at Xianzong with concern. Ancestors and ancestors, Xianzong shut up too fast and bit his tongue again. Young master Fenglin looked at the big tree on the ground, looked at national master Chengguan and said, "people are hurt here. Why don't you save them?" Gu Xinglang knew that Zhao Qiuming and Dali Temple secretary were the people who were oppressed, and a group of people joined the forbidden army with Zhao Qiuming. Such a group of people had better die when Gu sanshao wanted to come, "young master still cares about my ministers who worship heaven?" Gu Xinglang turned to look at the young master of Fenglin and said, "the holy master is here. The young master doesn't have to do much."“ The son-in-law thinks I'm busy? " The young master of Fenglin smiled, and the smile of the beautiful young man in the disease was very lovable. Of course, Gu Xinglang, who grew up in the military camp, couldn't appreciate the elegance of the young master Fenglin. He said coldly, "this is the emperor's palace of Fengtian. What's the matter with you, young master?" At this time, Xianzong stood up from the ground with the help of national master Chengguan. Watching his son-in-law quarrel with young master Fenglin, Xianzong was actually very happy. The little girl gun made him too anxious. It would be better to come out and beat the little white face with a hero. Just when Xianzong expected the hero to appear, Xianzong heard a voice: "Dad, no, father emperor, what's the matter with you?" Xianzong vomited blood again. Ancestors and ancestors, he was wrong. He really doesn't want to see the hero at all. Let the hero disappear!