The emperor’s big tent is actually more appropriately called "junzhai", here is a semi-permanent wooden structure that is stationed all year round. It can provide defensive backing for the palace guards that accompany it, and it can also make the emperor live in it more comfortably.

The emperor has not summoned anyone since entering here.

The emperor’s big tent is forbidden within fifteen feet, and entering without permission is a dead word. From a distance, you can see the densely packed guards, many of them with golden swords around their waists.

Although these Golden Sword monks are usually assigned to the emperor's errands, but after all, the emperor still has guards. Generally speaking, he will not let the Golden Sword monks come over. It is like this situation that Yang Xiusheng is called the capital of the Golden Sword monks. It's even rarer.

The water vapor in the emperor's big tent was very heavy, but it was enveloped by the power of a layer of formation and did not spread out. It just circled the emperor in the middle of the tent.

The water vapor floated out of the emperor’s mouthful and square-meter bath.

The bath tub is brown, metal texture, and there are magic patterns on it. At this time, it is slowly maintaining the temperature in the basin, and at the same time, the water is scouring the medicinal material package in the card slot, and the liquid medicine is continuously pushed into the bath to flow, washing and infiltrating the emperor. Yang Jian's body.

The cobweb on the emperor’s chest became more and more ferocious. It bulged half an inch and was scarlet in color. It seemed to tremble slightly with the emperor’s breathing. It would be quieter only if it was immersed in this potion or the warm soup behind Fu’an Palace. The emperor also It's more comfortable.

"Your situation is terrible. It's much worse than I thought. I didn't expect it to be so after only two years of not seeing you."

It was an old man sitting in the chair on the left hand side of the emperor. The face of this man seemed to be in his sixties, with white beard and hair, and he couldn't accurately determine his age. A gorgeous white robe with gold patterns, and the nobleness in the fairy wind, it is Yang Xiusheng, the "king of Yongsheng" who was discussed by others before.

The emperor and Yang Xiusheng were in the tent. No one dared to come in without instructions, and there were also formations arranged by Yang Xiusheng in the big tent. Under his perception, it was almost impossible to eavesdrop on them.

The emperor half closed his eyes, leaning his head on the soft pillow next to the bathtub, his body was a little reddish, but his face was comfortable. Hearing Yang Xiusheng's words, he smiled and replied: "Uncle, how old am I? Two years? For you, it’s just a few retreats, and it’s just a blink of an eye, but for me, it’s like a sea of ​​swords and a sea of ​​suffering. Haha, the days pass by, and my body is watching the restlessness day by day, and now I leave. Tangchi can only rely on this medicated bath to maintain it, or else the pain will not make a living.

Haha, I'm not afraid of your jokes, uncle, I feel torment every day when I go to court, and the time I insist on is getting shorter and shorter. I don't know how long it can last. "

Yang Xiusheng picked up a pair of medicinal soup on the side and sniffed it. This medicinal soup was given to the emperor by the **** before, and it was chilled by the side. He felt that it was smelling wrong, and frowned: "Are you drinking this kind of energy-squeezing medicine now? I beg you to die?"

Yang Xiusheng didn't think the emperor didn't know the harm of this medicine, the only explanation could only be deliberate by the emperor.

Sure enough, I heard the emperor laugh at himself: "Otherwise? Now I rely on this medicinal soup to prevent me from being tortured crazy and to handle affairs. As for whether I am looking for death, hehe, uncle, do you think it is better for me to be alive now? Good to die?"

The emperor's words made Yang Xiusheng unable to answer. The scene fell silent.

For a long time, the emperor suddenly said: "Uncle, you said that if I asked my second brother to pick up the throne, if I practiced with you myself, how can I have a cultivation base of the Yuan Dan realm now?"

"Yeah. You had a good talent back then, and you belong to the upper middle class. If you work harder, it is very likely that you are already in the Yuan Dan realm."

"It's a pity that all of our brothers were kept in the dark. Three of us died and one went away. I took the throne triumphantly before knowing that it was me who had lost the worst. Hehe, Uncle, I remember that you persuaded me to give up this position at the beginning. You were misunderstood by me as a lobbyist for your second brother, and you hated you for a long time."

Yang Xiusheng also thought about the past, and the scenes many years ago made him raise the corners of his mouth, but after a while, his face came down again.

"Back then, I reminded you that you have violated the ancestral precepts, but if you don’t listen, I’m just saying nothing? But the change of the royal family is already turbulent, and whether the killing depends on luck. Your father had a lot of skills back then, he just wanted us. This brother was so persuasive, and finally overtaken my eldest son to successfully sit on the throne. As a result, the world is unpredictable, and no one can tell whether I will win or lose. If I hadn’t joined Fenghong Villa and I had a special identity, I wouldn’t know. There is such a vague reversal below the throne.

Hey......"

The emperor himself was still free and easy, and smiled: "Uncle don't need to sigh for me. It is the blessing of the ancestors to live to this day. Among the emperors of our royal family, even if I die now, I can be ranked in the top three, right?

It’s just that things are messy~lightnovelpub.net~ Some have disrupted my previous arrangements, and I don’t know if I can arrange the funeral before I die. "

"If you need my help, don't hesitate to say." Yang Xiusheng, as the head of the Golden Sword cultivator, has the important task of guarding the royal family. He is also Yang Jian's uncle. He is both public and private.

"Help me hold down Yang Yansi."

"Yang Yansi? I said, why did you suddenly pull me out of the mountain, originally to prevent him? But Yang Yansi has always been loyal to the country and has made great contributions. Are you sure you want to move him? And now there is another attack on the south side? Aren't you afraid that the frontline soldiers will be too hearty?"

"The current Dao Xing chief of the southern frontier army is Zuo Yuliang. He is my person. He can stabilize the frontier army. As long as the frontier army is not chaotic, then it will not start a fire in the army. At most, some dogs barking and hitting. Death is not a major event.

The key is Yang Yansi. This person is too prestigious in the country. In the past, in order to advertise a country's "God of War" to stabilize people's hearts, he had to delegate power to him to handle military affairs.

But as long as your uncle is willing to take action, hold him down so that he can no longer do things, that's it. Only you in the country can hold him down. "The emperor sat up straight from the bathtub, his expression was not as relaxed as before, looking at Yang Xiusheng on the left, waiting for an answer.

"Yang Yansi is also regarded as a side branch of our royal family. He is very talented. Now he has the first level of cultivation in the Profound Sea Realm, and he has the possibility to grow. But in front of me, he can't overcome the storm, you can rest assured." Yang Xiusheng cautiously turned toward him. The emperor nodded, and directly accepted the errand.

But Yang Xiusheng was still puzzled: "What did he commit? Just hold him down by listening to your tone?"

"Hmph, collude with foreign enemies, secretly capitalize on the enemy."

"what?!"