Give Him the Handle

Chapter 4

Outside the Yangju Palace, corpses litter the fields.
Meng Chuang and a group of Forbidden Army soldiers were panting heavily in such a blizzard, and their clothes were soaked. There is blood and sweat. If the Nanchuan army had not arrived in time, they would have been trampled to pieces by the soldiers and horses of King Yu and other clansmen tonight.
Seeing someone coming in front of him, Meng Chuang wiped the sweat from his face and stood up immediately. He wanted to call out the King of Nanchuan, but he saw the person's appearance clearly but did not call out.
I heard that King Nanchuan has controlled the Nanchuan camp for many years, and his vicious methods have shocked the southern border for a long time, so that the south only knows King Nanchuan but not the emperor. Such a person is also a brother of His Majesty's clan, and he should be nearly forty years old.
He shouldn't be a young man who looks less than twenty-five years old.
Moreover, this man was extremely tall, with a strong and straight figure, long legs and long steps, and he was close to him in three or two steps. Seeing that Meng Chuang was looking at him blankly with the badge of Commander of the Forbidden Army hanging on his body, the man smiled.
Looking closer, Meng Chuang was amazed at this man's appearance. His complexion is fair, his nose is high, his eyes have an evil look, and his thin red lips are always smiling. Stunning little hustler, Meng Chuang was so bold as to call him such a name.
But suddenly the man's eyes flashed, and his eyes suddenly turned bottomless. Meng Chuang's heart immediately trembled, "I've seen King Nanchuan."
Unexpectedly, this man tilted his head and smiled at him, still smiling on his shoulder. He patted his shoulder and said, "The sword skills are good."
Just this casual pat made Yu Mengchuang feel as if he had been hit by a stone weighing a thousand kilograms. His shoulder was instantly sore, and even the hand holding the sword was numb. Begins to tremble.
This person... Meng Chuang turned around and looked at the back, secretly retracting the random names he had just given.
He must be the King of Nanchuan, and he is by no means a simple figure.
In the hall, Xiao Jing's coughing sound could be heard. The three people kneeling on the ground were tightly tied with hemp ropes as thick as their thumbs, and their hands were forcibly folded behind their backs, causing them to wail out of shape.
"Oh, it's so lively." The figure arrived first without making a sound. The door of the Yangju Hall was pushed open from the outside, and a pair of black python-patterned combat boots came into view first.
"You, are you the King of Nanchuan?" King Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, stared at him. It was this man who ruined all his plans and calculations at the critical moment.
However, the visitor didn't even look at him. Instead, he saluted lazily and casually towards Xiao Jing: "Nanchuan Xiao Yuan, here to save you."
The blood on his swird dripped all the way in, and the smell of blood was strong. This is extremely disrespectful.  But Xiao Jing was indifferent: "Thank you, King Nanchuan."
Xiao Yuan stared at the man on the  bed. Although he was seriously ill, his pale complexion could not hide his handsomeness. Even if the thief came to kill him at the door, he still took it calmly and his expression did not change. Faced with a great hero who saved him from danger, he didn't even grovel in the slightest.
Is this the state of an emperor?
cut.
Xiao Yuan smiled disdainfully, but the anger in his chest grew stronger. He looked sideways at the three people kneeling on the ground, and said quietly: "King Yu, King Yun, and a bullshit general. If they force the palace to rebel, how about I kill them all on behalf of my cousin?"
The three people were busy crying. As they kowtowed and begged for mercy, everyone knew that Xiao Jing was a wise and benevolent king and would not kill his own clan brothers so cruelly.
But before Xiao Jing could speak, Xiao Yuan had already raised his hand, and several rough soldiers came in immediately, ready to execute him with a swing of his sword.
"Tsk." Xiao Yuan pointed at them with the tip of the knife, "Why are you so ignorant of etiquette? It doesn't look good to kill people in front of Your Majesty. Go and carry them outside."
"Yes!"
The next moment they stepped out of the door, the three of them were covered in blood. .
The smell of blood was so unpleasant that Xiao Jing couldn't help but cough. Those coughs that fell one after another were sarcasm over and over again in Xiao Yuan's ears.
Just for such a sick man...
He quickly stepped onto the dragon bed and put the knife on Xiao Jing's neck. The blood instantly stained Xiao Jing's white clothes.
The two men were very close and facing each other.
Xiao Jing was still not afraid, not even panicked. Xiao Yuan pressed the blade into the flesh inch by inch, enjoying the fresh smell of blood.
"Since my cousin has an eternity, why did he write a will? I am very curious." Xiao Yuan pretended to be thoughtful, "Are you going to pass it on to the little prince who lost his mother when he was born? Tsk, a baby with breast milk is sitting here Dragon chair, is it safe to sit on it? "
As both men, Xiao Jing felt a strong hostility. This hostility is different from the hostility of those who covet the throne, but the hostility towards him, Xiao Jing.
The blade in his neck moved further in, and he finally frowned. But what he said was: "Thank you."
"Heh." Xiao Yuan took away the knife, "Your sure I don't care about the throne, right?"
Xiao Jing picked up the handkerchief on the small table next to the couch and wiped his neck. of blood.
"You want the throne. If they kill me and the prince, then change the name to bring things right." Xiao Jing looked at him calmly, "You don't want the throne, Xiao Yuan, what do you want?"
Xiao Yuan stared. After a while, he suddenly felt that this person was quite interesting. Unfortunately, he doesn't like interesting people.
"I'm just bored. I just went out to kill a few people to practice my skills. But in the end, it can be regarded as a meritorious service." Xiao Yuan threw the knife aside casually, soiling Xiao Jing's bedding, "I have a lot of gold, silver, and silk. Cousin, don't reward me with this."
Xiao Jing said nothing, waiting for his next words.
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "Why don't you give me your queen to play with?"