Chapter 207 Killing Zhao Kang
"Your Majesty, the crime of treason and regicide is of great severity. How could you so easily imprison the emperor and imprison all the officials who were related to him! Although the Zhao family is weak and powerless, it is the orthodox family of Beishu and still has many loyal followers. Now there are rumors everywhere, saying that you led troops into the palace to commit treason, and scholars wrote poems to curse you, which is really unpleasant to hear!"
Today's imperial palace is no longer the Zhao family's palace, and the world is no longer the Zhao family's world.
Huo Lang now controls the imperial city, and all officials are silent. Although those people dare not say anything openly, they are spreading rumors in private. What's worse, some people say that the emperor has long been killed by Huo Lang with a sword, and now he will ascend the throne only on an auspicious day.
A group of aides headed by Master Sang stood below and anxiously advised the prince. It was no exaggeration to say that they were heartbroken. The prince obviously had both soldiers and power. As long as he took it step by step, he would surely be able to seize the throne without giving people a reason to criticize him. Why did he have to enter the palace with such fanfare and even lock Zhao Kang in the dungeon in such an ugly way? He didn't even care about his reputation.
Huo Lang didn't care about these things at all. He stood in front of the dragon throne at the top, but did not sit down. Instead, he slowly stroked the golden dragon and beaded decoration on it.
In his previous life, it was here that he was stabbed in the heart by the emperor's sword, and then he angrily raised his sword to cut off the dragon head on the chair seat.
It's been a long time.
Huo Lang withdrew his hand and turned to look at them. The conspirators were still the same as in the previous life, and the staff were still the same as in the previous life, except that there were two strange things added -
"Master Mohen?"
"Master Gongsun?"
Taoist Master Mo Hen and Gongsun Mo, who were originally gloating over the misfortune, were caught off guard by Huo Lang's name. They were shocked and stepped out of the line at once. They asked with gritted teeth, "What do you want, my Lord?"
Huo Lang said in a low voice: "Everyone has heard what Mr. Sang said just now. I wonder if you two have any suggestions?"
"This, this..."
Taoist Mo Hen's eyes rolled around. "What nonsense! Those scholars and scholars are talking nonsense. The prince is loyal to Your Majesty and would protect you with his life. How could he do such a treasonous thing? It's just that the palace is not peaceful now, so I will temporarily stop leading the troops to protect the emperor. When the rebellion is over, Your Majesty will still sit firmly on the throne, and the prince will still be the regent. Then the rumors will naturally be dispelled."
Smart person.
Huo Lang's eyes dimmed, and he asked without being able to tell his emotions, "What about Master Gongsun?"
"ah?"
Gongsun Mo was dumbfounded. He knew that Beishu had two emperors, and it seemed that the fake one had some unspeakable relationship with the Regent. From what the sorcerer Mo Hen said, could it be that the Regent wanted to help his little lover ascend to the throne and confuse the real with the fake?
After realizing this, Gongsun Mo's heart snapped into two pieces. He came here with the heavy responsibility of the family on his shoulders, and he must expose the ugly face of the Beishu royal family in front of the people of the world. They massacred civilians, stole the truth, framed loyal people, and colluded with enemy countries. Every one of them was a shocking scandal.
If the Regent wants to change the dynasty, there are currently two ways:
One, kill the real emperor and let the fake emperor continue to be the emperor under the name of Zhao Kang. This way, the task can be accomplished without bloodshed and the emperor can avoid being cursed.
Second, directly rebel, massacre the imperial city, and blatantly support the false emperor to ascend the throne. Then you will not be able to escape being cursed for all eternity, and perhaps many people will die.
Even a fool would choose the first option.
But now the problem came. If the fake emperor continued to sit on the throne, how could Huo Lang tolerate himself exposing those scandals and causing shock to the court and the country? He might even kill himself to silence him.
What should I do? What should I do?
Gongsun Mo was so anxious that he kept hitting his head with his fan. He was still waiting to solve this eternal injustice and become famous throughout the world, but now there is no hope.
"Zhao Kang is incompetent and has caused the people to suffer. In fact, even if the prince brazenly forces him to abdicate, there may be many people in the world who will applaud..."
"Nonsense!"
Master Sang waved his sleeves in anger, pointed at Gongsun Mo and scolded him, "You young boy, you speak so easily. Do you know how many people will scold you if you rebel? Although Zhao Kang is incompetent, he is not a cruel and tyrannical monarch. Rebellion at this time is not justified, it is not as simple as you say!"
Gongsun Mo thought, you can rebel if you want, but you have to do it with a legitimate reason. You are so beautiful, can you really take all the good things in the world by yourself? !
Although he thought so in his heart, his face was calm, and he waved his fan and made a whistling sound: "Master Sang, do you think Zhao Kang's reputation is not bad enough? No problem, no problem. Just hand this matter over to me, and I will make sure that his reputation will be ruined. Even the late emperor will not be able to escape the consequences!"
Master Sang was so angry that he laughed back: "Ridiculous! I don't know how the prince could recruit someone like you who speaks as eloquently as a lotus. I am ashamed to be associated with you!"
Gongsun Mo was very proud: "I am a young man of 29 years old, young and handsome, while Mr. Sang is 89 years old and gray-haired. He should not be associated with me."
You old thing, I don’t even want to stand with you. You’re not even as tall as the green onions in the field!
Master Sang was furious: "You!"
Huo Lang suddenly said, "Okay, let's discuss this later. I'll think about it for now."
Seeing his gloomy face, everyone dared not make trouble anymore. They had to swallow the words that were on the tip of their tongue and left.
Gongsun Mo walked outside the palace and realized that his clothes on the back were soaked and his body was covered in cold sweat. He grabbed Taoist Mo Hen who was trying to escape and asked in a low voice: "Brother Mo Hen, will the Regent King kill me to silence me?"
He had only been here for a short time and knew too much, so Gongsun Mo was always worried about his life.
Mo Hen curled up his iconic black nails and slowly stroked his beard: "What are you afraid of? You are the protagonist. How can the protagonist die?"
Gongsun Mo was stunned for a moment: "Protagonist? What does that mean?"
Mo Hen rolled his eyes: "The protagonist is the son of heaven, blessed by great luck, even if others die, you will not die."
Gongsun Mo quickly covered his mouth: "You are even more ridiculous than me, shut up! The Regent and the fake emperor are the ones who are blessed with great fortune!"
Son of Heaven, only the emperor can bear this sentence. If it were anyone else, he would die. How could Huo Lang survive after hearing this? He is indeed a demon, full of evil!
Mo Hen pulled his hand away, jumping up and down in anger: "Pah, pah, pah, get rid of your stinky claws. You dig out corpses every day and you dare to cover the mouth of the Taoist priest. Go away! The Regent and the fake emperor are not the protagonists, and they are not protected by the law of heaven."
Gongsun Mo was puzzled. He knew that Mo Hen was good at calculating. "Then what are they?"
Mo Hen waved his whisk and stopped talking. He stared at the sky around the palace wall and uttered a few words after a long while:
"They are just two supporting characters in the story who were supposed to have a bad ending..."
What is this new term for supporting role?
Before Gongsun Mo could ask, Mo Hen had already walked away, stretching his waist lazily.
Lu Yan had just woken up and felt a severe headache. He couldn't see Huo Lang anywhere. He vaguely heard a quarrel in the front hall and went to look for him. However, he didn't expect to see Huo Lang discussing something with his staff. He stood behind the door and listened for a while until everyone left. Then he showed up:
"Why did you put Zhao Kang in the dungeon? He is timid and cowardly. You only need to use threats and inducements to make him give up the throne to you, and then issue an imperial edict to silence the people of the world. Why bother to stir up trouble?"
As Lu Yan spoke, he had already walked up the steps. He saw Huo Lang just standing beside the dragon chair and not sitting down. He smiled and asked, "Why, your Highness doesn't have the courage to sit in this position?"
Huo Lang had already noticed that Lu Yan was eavesdropping. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Why do you have to deliberately provoke me? I have said that only you can sit in this position. No one else is worthy of it."
"Fool, I am not an emperor. If I had not been brought into the palace by the late emperor, I would have become a doctor by now. What does the court affairs have to do with me?"
Lu Yanyu sat down on the dragon chair and pulled Huo Lang to sit on his lap. The seat was spacious enough for the two of them, but the space below was empty without any court officials.
Huo Lang's body couldn't help but freeze for a moment, but it was not because of the dragon throne, but because of Lu Yan's approach.
The man leaned close to his ear, pointed at the empty seat below and whispered, "Look, this seat is no different, it's just a little higher and a little more spacious. If I can sit here, you can sit here too."
Huo Lang's body slowly relaxed. He tilted his head to look at him, their noses touching, their breaths entangled together: "Don't you want to be the emperor?"
Lu Yan kissed him tenderly: "Why cling to something that is dispensable?"
Huo Lang suddenly lost his temper: "What if I insist that you take the position?"
Lu Yan did not answer. He thought for a moment before saying seriously, "If you want me to be the emperor, I will do it. It is not a big deal. You can release Zhao Kang from prison and find a place where no one knows about him to live. I will take his place and go to court. It will be the same now as it was before. You won't have to waste any soldiers."
What he said was the first method Gongsun Mo had thought of before. It would save manpower and money and would make everyone happy.
Huo Lang suddenly held up Lu Yan's face and said coldly, "I will not do that."
"You have been the substitute for that sickly man for your entire life. Do I want you to bear his name for the rest of your life?"
"I will kill him and tell everyone your name clearly, and then I will help you take this position openly!"
Huo Lang hated what Zhao Kang and the late emperor had done. When he said these words, his eyes were dark and surging, as if a terrible storm that no one knew about was brewing, but it was all hidden under his calm appearance, making it difficult for people to see clearly.
Lu Yan was stunned when he heard this and was speechless.
In fact, he no longer cared about his own name. He had lived like a walking corpse for so many years. Sometimes he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. At one point, he thought he was just a nameless puppet.
Who cares what his former name was?
All his parents and relatives died in the massacre, and no one in the world knew him anymore.
Why should Huo Lang...
"Why bother? It's just a waste of effort."
As Lu Yan said this, he couldn't help but hugged Huo Lang a little tighter. His heart felt like it was soaked in acid water, heaving and uncomfortable. When he closed his eyes, all that flashed through his mind were scenes from his past life.
Such a good person, such a person who is so devoted to me...
Was I really a person of iron in my previous life? Otherwise, how could I have let him down to this extent?
Huo Lang curled his lips: "It's my pleasure, it's none of your business."
No matter how much suffering and pain there is, it cannot compare to these two words.
Why? Just because I am happy.
Lu Yan suddenly leaned over and pressed Huo Lang onto the dragon chair. He held his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing him intermittently, lowering his eyes and smiling: "I will do whatever you want, except for one thing, which is to keep Zhao Kang alive for now."
He has not yet prepared the antidote. If the opponent is killed by Huo Lang, he will also lose his life, which will be a real injustice in the world.
Huo Lang's chest was heaving. He had never thought that Lu Yansheng, who looked like a gentleman, would dare to do such a thing on the dragon chair. He died here in his previous life, and there was always an indescribable stimulation and palpitation. Under the pressure of both, even his body became more sensitive. He couldn't help shaking, frowning and saying in a hoarse voice: "You...you change places first..."
Lu Yanhuan looked around and said, "Don't worry, there's no one around."
Huo Lang cursed in his heart, thinking, is this a matter of who is available? Lu Yan was so presumptuous that he didn't even consider the situation. He was simply going against the will of Heaven. He gritted his teeth and reminded, "This is the Dragon Chair!"
Lu Yan smiled even more: "I said, it's just an ordinary chair, it should be bigger and more spacious, why should you be so nervous, Your Majesty?"
Huo Lang's clothes were all messed up by him, and his eyes were red. He bit his lower lip tightly and breathed rapidly: "You... idiot... Do you believe that I will kill Zhao Kang tomorrow?!"
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