How could he be happy!
How could he be happy!
Jiuer didn't care about him. While the old ministers were crying but unable to stop her, she reached out and fiddled with Emperor Jing.
Emperor Jing's throat suddenly felt like it was burning with pain. When the pain reached its extreme, the voice that he had cursed a thousand times in his heart suddenly came out without any preparation, "...little...witch!"
As he had been unable to speak for so long, and his body was tortured daily by the poison and needles in his body, the three words he uttered were so harsh and hoarse that they almost pierced his ears.
"Thanks for the compliment, but...A-Da, slap me."
What? !
Those court officials were suddenly struck by lightning and were unable to react for a moment.
However, Ada had already slapped Emperor Jing hard on the left cheek, and Emperor Jing's head was tilted to the side, with dark brown blood oozing from the corner of his mouth!
"You...you...Your Majesty!" Some old ministers almost crawled over on their knees. In their opinion, the king being insulted like this was more unacceptable than killing them or digging up their ancestral graves!
There were even some who wanted to fight Jiuer to the death on the spot.
"You little bastard! I will fight you to the death!"
"Master Sun, who are you going to fight?"
The man's voice that suddenly sounded was truly the most pleasant voice in the world, but in everyone's ears, it was definitely the most terrifying voice in the world!
When the man in black robe appeared in everyone's sight, all the crying and sobbing sounds seemed to be strangled.
asphyxia!
The little girl jumped over and said, "Dear daddy, he said he wants to fight with me, this little beast."
Zhang Sun Wuji glanced at her from the side with his purple eyes under the mask. His charming and seductive voice seemed to contain a hint of smile, but it was unpredictable and dangerous. "Jiu'er."
"Dear father, this is what he said. I was just afraid that you didn't hear it clearly, so I repeated it to you."
It was at this moment that those courtiers, who seemed to be strangled by the throat, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the person in front of them was no longer the regent of Dajing in name, some courtiers still knelt down uncontrollably, "Your Highness the Regent..."
The old conservative officials who were kneeling beside Emperor Jing trembled and shouted, "Chang Sun... Chang Sun Wuji!"
In the fear of the first hall, "Dear father, dear father." Jiuer pulled her father's sleeves, and after getting his attention, she pointed to the golden dragon throne, "Can I sit on that yellow chair and play?"
Zhang Sun Wuji's purple eyes under the mask looked at the old ministers who dared not breathe again with a smile, and touched Jiuer's little head, "Go."
Jiuer climbed onto the huge dragon throne with great interest, under the anxious gazes of the old ministers, and even jumped on it.
Since she was not allowed to enter the court, she just stepped on the chair that they respected and coveted the most.
This action successfully angered one of the old ministers so much that he fainted.
If Chang Sun Jue was still thinking about how to deal with Jiu Er and Baili Feiyue when Jiu Er appeared alone before, now, Chang Sun Jue almost lost the will to struggle to death.
He had thought about it, but most of the time he didn't dare to think about what would happen if the Ninth Prince hadn't died.
But it was obvious that he was not even worthy of the attention of his Ninth Uncle.
Because he was waiting anxiously and fearfully, but no one even looked at him!
Changsun Wuji walked towards Emperor Jing. The old ministers around Emperor Jing shrank and trembled, but they gritted their teeth and refused to retreat.
"Changsun Wu... Wuji, what do you want to do? Isn't it enough that you have rebelled once? What else do you want to do?!"
Another courtier also said with trembling teeth, "Don't talk to him. He is a cold-blooded butcher who disregards the monarch's ethics. He has no loyalty to the monarch and patriotism!"
"Yes..." The others trembled and responded, tightly guarding Emperor Jing, "Even if we die today, we will protect your majesty!"
Changsun Wuji stopped, looked down at them condescendingly, sneered with a hint of disdain, and did not comment on anything they said.
"Brother, long time no see."
According to reason, Emperor Jing couldn't move at all. But at this moment, the stretcher made a clanging sound, and it was conceivable that Emperor Jing had to use all his willpower and strength to bounce up.
But his body was first crippled by Baili Feiyue, and then Jiuer implanted a torture needle that was worse than death. After so many days and nights of torture, he was already a hollow shell that was neither human nor ghost.
Now that he was too emotional, he looked even more ferocious and terrifying.
"Grandson...grandson..."
The old ministers who were guarding Emperor Jing were still trying to struggle. Changsun Wuji glanced at him calmly, "Don't worry, Lord Chen. My brother will still be the emperor, and I will only be the regent forever."
"From an emperor who could rule with absolute power and rest assured as long as he didn't disobey me, to a puppet emperor who couldn't even sit up, it's obvious that this brother of yours prefers the latter."
"You...you..." Even though Emperor Jing could speak, he couldn't make a sound at this moment. Instead, the ministers around him kept saying "you" twice, "What's the difference between what you did and plotting to usurp the throne!"
"Master Sun, you are right. There is really no difference. Or rather," the man said meaningfully, "I prefer to admire the way you face your brother like this every day, but you can't do anything to me."
Finally, he looked at Chang Sun Jue, "As for you..."
Chang Sun Jue didn't want to, but his knees just wouldn't obey him.
"Ninth Uncle..."
Changsun Wuji did not respond, but this frightened Changsun Jue more than killing him immediately.
Changsun Wuji's eyes fell on Lord Sun, who had said at the beginning that he would fight the little beast to the death. "Lord Sun may not be very good at speaking, but he is loyal to the emperor. Cut off your tongue and continue to stay in the court to be loyal to the emperor."
No one dared to say another word!
If this regent does not follow the rules, no one in the whole Dajing can do anything to him!
They had been wrong before, so wrong!
After all the things that happened, when the Regent was still willing to be reasonable, how could they forget that he could change his mind at will without giving any reason!
"Xiao Ran."
With the two words "Zhangsun Wuji" in his eyes, a team of people came in from the palace gate. They hadn't seen the scene for a long time, but they were familiar with and feared them to the core - Jinyiwei!
The Jinyiwei have always done things without emotion, cleanly and efficiently.
Putting aside Lord Sun's screams and tongue, the Jinyiwei also brought in another person. This person was simply the backbone of the conservatives. Someone burst into tears and shouted, "Old Master Taifu!"
Yes, it was none other than the old tutor who had tried to teach Baili Feiyue the rules several times before, but was slapped in the face and was rudely and disrespectfully retorted by Baili Feiyue, and finally resigned and returned to his hometown!
However, the expression of the old tutor now is very different from the old tutor who was full of vigor and enthusiasm and absolutely supported the loyal monarch.
It's only been a few months, but now he looks so old that he is almost unbearable to look at.
"Master, please say something!" a court official asked hopefully.
However, the almost decrepit old tutor was like an empty shell without a soul and did not give them any response.
"Chang..." The courtier looked at Changsun Wuji, "What did you do to the old tutor!"
Changsun Wuji said directly to Xiao Ran, "From now on you will be responsible for taking care of our emperor." This made Emperor Jing unable to even die!
"Yes, sir!" Xiao Ran responded respectfully, as if he could not see anything else in the palace. Not only him, but all the Jinyiwei were the same.
"Jiu'er, bring it here."
Jiu'er, who had been playing on the dragon chair for a while, looked at her father innocently, "Daddy, what did you bring?"
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