Comprehensive martial arts: starting from Xiao Li Feidao's nephew

Chapter 246 Zhao Ji
A torrential rain, which could be called a natural disaster, came suddenly and then dissipated suddenly.

Only a handful of people know the reason for this rainstorm. It is the arrival of the three strong men who have no more than 50 people in hundreds of years, and the disappearance of the rainstorm also means that she will leave this world forever. A speck of dust in the world.

Things are so fair.

Most people in Lin'an Mansion wept bitterly, today is destined to be a sad day.Immortals fight, mortals suffer, some people's homes are destroyed, some relatives die, and some people are disabled on the spot, but fate seems to have a playful attitude, very few people will get good news, the enemy dies, A windfall from the sky, escape from the prison... The sorrows and joys, the good and the bad, are the wisest sages in all ages, how can they explain clearly?

In short, the current Lin'an Mansion has become a mess, only one place is not in chaos.

That, of course: the palace.

The imperial palace is the hub of a country and the core of the state capital, where the ninety-five supreme rulers and rulers of all people live. The Song Dynasty can be chaotic but the imperial palace cannot be chaotic.No matter at any time, this is the most important thing that everyone focuses on.

And since the rainstorm was approaching and the visions frequently appeared, there were many guards and powerful experts to guard the palace and defend Zhao Ji. Their speed, attitude, and action were all beyond the imagination of ordinary people. dare.

Afterwards, it really was pouring rain, which almost turned into a sourceless and endless wave, submerging a huge Lin'an Mansion in the rivers, lakes and seas.

In fact, the imperial palace was already high enough, so high that it almost reached the sky. Zhao Ji overlooked the magnificent scenery of the entire Lin'an Mansion from the balcony of the imperial palace countless times, and because of this, he was intoxicated in the fantasy of being a sage and a wise king.At the beginning, he still had a kind of childlike heart, as a vast and grand spectacle once in a hundred years, like a dog eclipsing the sun, especially with a leisurely attitude of watching the changes.

Even looking at it, he also came up with a bit of poetry and painting, and searched hard, hoping to come up with a commemorative poem with strong meaning.

But after all, this is a disaster that can flood even the sky. When the water is getting higher and higher, flooding into the palace, and drowning countless eunuchs, maidservants, and concubines, Zhao Ji finally couldn't maintain his attitude and panicked involuntarily. .

He shouted loudly and asked his subordinates to deal with the matter as soon as possible, expecting a positive answer in his heart, just like any request in the past.

But everyone can only show embarrassment. This is not collecting interesting and interesting flowers and stones from all over the country, nor is it looking for calligraphy and paintings of a certain sage. Only then did Zhao Ji realize that the identity of the emperor is not absolutely omnipotent. There are always things in the world that he cannot control. Something that can't even be avoided.

He was dazed and at a loss, and wanted to find Cai Jing at the first moment, but later realized that this was even more unrealistic.

As a result, the sky gradually became darker, and the wind and rain gradually became heavier. An unprecedented haze enveloped Zhao Ji's heart, making this pampered emperor who had never been threatened or pressured in his life feel a kind of powerlessness for the first time. It is no longer so magnificent, and the poetic feeling in his heart can't describe anything. His mood at the moment is called helplessness.

Zhao Ji originally insisted on sitting on the throne, but not long after that even that position was overwhelmed.

The guard advised him to leave, but he always felt that he shouldn't leave, but what can he do?A group of guards protected him. They were good at light work. Together they came to the highest point inside the palace. A tall guard with strong arms held Zhao Ji in his arms. The flood from below had already submerged half of the palace. The scraping on the skin made him shiver several times.

He really missed the warm quilt, the bright candles, and the lovely maid who warmed the bed, but all these are now unattainable dreams.

Zhao Ji coughed twice. He hoped that the people around him would ask what was wrong with him, at least to show concern for him, but the guards didn't react extra. They were also nervous and flustered in this unprecedented situation. Protecting Zhao Ji was just a kind of Inertia, if it is a necessary moment, they can certainly abandon this incompetent emperor.

Fortunately, it didn't come to that time.

The tide gradually receded, the sun pierced through the clouds and pierced the sky again, shining down, and everyone finally landed on the ground.The tide comes and goes quickly, in fact, it only takes a quarter of an hour in the end, but this experience may be unforgettable for Zhao Ji's life, and it still makes him terrified.

"What happened to cause such a natural disaster? Could it be that the number of days has changed?" He couldn't help but muttered to himself, full of worry, "A few days ago, Zhuge Shenhou passed away, and now we have encountered such a major event. , I don’t know how many people will die outside. Could it be that my time is really running out, Da Song?”

These were words that should not have been said. Even a person like Zhao Ji knew that he had made a slip of the tongue. As the emperor, he could enjoy all the preferential treatment that ordinary people could imagine and unimaginable in the world. There is a responsibility, and among the few responsibilities that need to be borne, there is one that cannot deny the source of one's own power.

Of course, Zhao Ji had some opinions about military and state affairs. He was not a pure idiot, and his views were really not optimistic, but he could not say it, and he dared not say it.Even any old man in the country can talk about the future of the Song Dynasty, but Zhao Ji will always be deaf and dumb in this respect.

Now that the mute speaks, he only hopes that the people around him will be deaf, and no one will spread the words in it—the emperor of the Song Dynasty took the lead in calling him bad, which is a major blow to the whole country.

Zhao Ji thought to himself: I hope they are all smarter and don't talk to me...

But someone happened to strike up a conversation.

"Yes, Emperor, I think Da Song's time is indeed numbered." A voice took over the conversation, and he said with a smile, "You can wake up to this point, it seems that you are not a complete idiot. It's a pity that you committed crimes in the past Too much, whether it is smart or stupid, it is a guy who is going to die after all."

The voice came suddenly and caught people off guard. Everyone present was shocked, "Who!?"

While looking at the source of the sound, several big inner masters have already moved.

These masters are not vulgar, including "Shi Yanming" who is comparable to Huang Yaoshi's first disciple Qu Lingfeng.They are extremely vigilant, and they know that behind today's change, they are afraid that something weird and terrible will happen, and they will take the highest level of defense against all abnormalities.

He didn't even see the comer clearly, and he had already made a death move.

But such a group of masters, compared with this comer, is absolutely, definitely, inevitably, definitely not an opponent.

Because his name is "Li Wangchen".

Zhao Ji only felt that there was a flash of light in front of him, not any martial arts of the Ouchi masters he was familiar with before, but an extremely strong sword light that he had never seen before.With the flash of the knife, it almost dug out half of his own heart, giving people a kind of empty fear.

Li Wangchen had appeared in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the emperor with great interest.

And behind Li Wangchen, several big insiders have frozen one by one while maintaining the posture of making a move.From Zhao Ji's point of view, their eyes are still eyes, noses are still noses, and mouths are still mouths, but their eyes have lost their vitality, their noses have lost their vitality, and their mouths have lost their vitality, so people are no longer people, like several people. A clay puppet sculpture.

"This……"

Zhao Ji still couldn't help taking a few steps back, staggering.

Li Wangchen wrote lightly, "They are dead, and if you don't do what I say, you will die too."

His tone was so ordinary, as if he didn't kill someone, but ate and drank water, so that Zhao Ji didn't react for a while.It wasn't until two or three breaths after these words were finished that Zhao Ji finally responded. Twitching as if coming over, he immediately wanted to yell.

Li Wangchen glanced at him.

It was this one glance that made Zhao Ji's voice completely blocked in his throat. He covered his mouth with his hand, looked at Li Wangchen, and was stunned again, as if he finally understood something, and lowered his head in despair .

Zhao Ji made the last voice, "Yes."

(End of this chapter)