Chapter 507 Gift
[Because Han Dahuo is impotent, he turned his love into hatred and put someone in jail. Is this something a normal person would do?]
Chu Liuzheng didn't quite understand the train of thought of this Japanese girl.
[This man can't get an erection, so why not just get one who can? Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere.]
She pulled it down.
[Hmm... With the connections Han Dahuyou has, someone will pull him out tonight to continue stirring up trouble... No, he'll contribute to Japan's military strength, so there's no need to worry.]
She continued to flip through the pages and suddenly caught a glimpse of a line of words.
[Oh my god! The Xixia Emperor suffered a stroke and is paralyzed in bed, unable to govern!]
Xiao Jingfan:!
[Civil strife is brewing in Western Xia, with the princes vying for power. Two have already died in the internal strife.]
Chu Liuzheng flipped through the pages quickly.
[Oh my, the butterfly actually got the upper hand. ]
[If things continue like this, won't Butterfly be crowned the king?]
Ascend the throne?
Xiao Jingfan narrowed his eyes slightly. How could the enthronement be without gifts?
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The snow is falling and the New Year is coming to an end.
I am still busy, but when I finally have time to relax, the New Year has already passed.
The willows by the lake are sprouting new buds, and the green is growing.
It’s a good time for an outing.
Chu Liuzheng's heart almost flew out of his chest, but the emperor was too busy. After waiting for a long time, it was almost summer when the emperor finally had some free time. The two of them went out of the palace for a trip together.
It was something worth being happy about, but someone wanted to add a layer of gloom to it.
Blood drops fell from the tips of green leaves, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the bodies of eight or nine men in black lay on the grass.
"Investigate!" Xiao Jingfan's face was grim. "I want to know the origins of these assassins before tomorrow night."
"Yes." Xie Hui knelt down and accepted the order, then took people to clean up the corpse.
Chu Liuzheng watched from afar, still feeling terrified. If Chen Xing and Si Yue hadn't desperately protected her, she would have been stabbed through the chest by a sword.
[It's really dangerous to be around the tyrant. A wave of assassins spawns even when I walk. I want to see where these assassins come from. This is so annoying. I finally get out of the palace and run into this kind of trouble.]
Chu Liuzheng opened the system and searched, and in just a short while he found the information he wanted.
[Wow! You're such a playboy! It was the tyrant who betrayed you during the peace talks, not me. What do you mean it doesn't matter if the tyrant dies or not, but you must kill me? What did I do to provoke you?!]
[Can you please distinguish between the primary and the secondary? Compared to the tyrant, I am at most a mere addition, okay?]
She finally understood why the assassin was so fierce just now. It turned out that her was the main target.
She blew her hair twice in frustration, not understanding why Wei Mingliang was targeting her. Her feud with Wei Mingliang was eight hundred years ago, so why did he still remember it?
[I was wrong. Tyrants aren't the most vindictive people in the world. The most vindictive people are butterflies!]
Xiao Jingfan:?
"Sister, His Majesty's arm is injured." Siyue reminded in a low voice. Chu Liuzheng was startled and immediately turned off the system and walked towards the emperor. Sure enough, he saw that the emperor's clothes on his right arm were torn, and the torn flesh could be seen from the torn clothes.
[Oh, it hurts just by looking at it. Luckily it's not poisoned.]
Chu Liuzheng frowned and stared at Xiao Shiyi treating the emperor's wound, and ordered someone to get a clean outer robe from the carriage.
The golden wound medicine was sprinkled on the wound, and a layer of fine cold sweat immediately appeared on the smooth forehead. Xiao Jingfan pursed his lips and said nothing. He let out a deep breath after the wound was bandaged.
"Be careful." Chu Liuzheng took the outer robe and helped him put it on, then helped the emperor into the carriage as if he was helping an old lady cross the street.
Xiao Jingfan said helplessly: "My injury is my arm, not my leg."
"No matter where you're hurt, you should be careful." Chu Liuzheng took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, raised his hand to remove the jade crown, held the man in his arms and laid him on his legs, helping to stabilize his arm to prevent it from being accidentally hit by the shaking of the carriage.
Seeing her being so cautious, Xiao Jingfan asked, "Are you scared?"
"A little bit." Chu Liuzheng said truthfully, "The assassin this time is better than the last time I met him."
Xiao Jingfan: "You will always have someone to protect you."
"Yes, I know." Chu Liuzheng glanced at his right arm. "It's a good thing you can write with your left hand, otherwise you wouldn't be able to review memorials."
Xiao Jingfan: "..."
Is now the time to worry about whether he can approve memorials?
His Majesty the Emperor feels chest tightness.
He turned his head and buried it in the woman's waist, inhaling the delicate scent of jasmine, and muttered, "I'll sleep for a while."
【Why are you getting angry while talking? 】
Chu Liuzheng reached out and rubbed the ear of the person in his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her on the side of her face, "Wait until I call you."
"Yeah." Xiao Jingfan closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep in the rocking of the carriage.
The emperor's assassination was a secret, so Chu Liuzheng was tasked with changing the wound dressing. To this end, Chu Liuzheng learned some wound treatment techniques and new bandaging techniques from Siyue, just in case.
When the wound on Xiao Jingfan's arm had healed to the point where only a shallow scar remained, news came from the border that the Emperor of Western Xia had passed away.
On the ninth day of the fourth month of the seventh year of Shunguang, the new emperor of Western Xia, Wei Mingliang, ascended the throne, and the ceremony would be held half a month later.
Various countries sent people to deliver gifts, and Xiao Jingfan also sent someone to deliver one.
On April 25, at the succession ceremony, the new emperor Wei Mingliang was assassinated by the deposed prince Wei Mingrui.
It is said that Wei Mingrui was in a state of madness. He suddenly rushed out of the crowd with explosives tied to his body, killing five people and injuring more than 20 people.
The new emperor was hit by the aftermath of the explosion and fell into a coma.
The succession ceremony instantly fell into chaos and the new emperor was almost usurped.
The news spread back to other countries and was talked about by them with great interest, and they regarded it as a huge joke.
[In terms of cruelty, it has to be the tyrant. Not only did he arrange for someone to contact Wei Mingrui in advance, he also gave him explosives. He even helped Wei Mingrui sneak into the palace, disrupting Hua Hudie's coronation ceremony and delivering a huge gift.]
If Butterfly hadn't been prepared, she would have been usurped right then and there, and it's doubtful whether she would have woken up from her coma.
Chu Liuzheng flipped through the pages.
[Hua Hudie's injury... well, one of her eyes was damaged by the explosion. Her vision is blurry now, and she might go blind in the future. She might become the first one-eyed emperor in history.]
[Tsk tsk, you're so stupid that you sent someone to assassinate me, you deserve it!]
She decided to celebrate with a few drinks in the evening.
Given his previous experience of teasing the emperor while drunk, Chu Liuzheng wisely opted for a mild fruit wine. After the meal, he was only slightly tipsy and made no advances towards the emperor, much to the emperor's regret.
On the third day of May, King Xiao returned to the capital.
Summer comes in June and the sun is scorching.
In the Fengtian Hall, Emperor Shunguang decided to implement tax reforms, clear hidden fields, clear hidden households, and re-measure the land.
The ministers were instantly in an uproar, dividing into two factions, supporters and opponents, arguing with each other until their faces turned red and their necks became thicker, more lively than the sunshine outside.
In the side hall of Wenhua Palace, Chu Liuzheng sat cross-legged on the couch, holding a black lacquered mother-of-pearl eight-treasure box in his arms, eating melon seeds while watching the system live broadcast.
(End of this chapter)
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