The Human Emperor

After a night wind blows up, Wang Chong walks alone in the street aimlessly. He doesn't know what he wants or where to go. He only knows that this is the only way to make his heart feel much better.

“Woof woof woof! ”

A line of dog barks came in the night, accompanied by the voices of the male and female masters, and the cries of the children. Wang Shunmei walked forward without attracting anyone's attention.

“Father, I'm sorry...”

Just a short distance away, in the darkness, a private house stood on the street, a light lit up in the private room, and the windows flowed out of a bunch of father and son conversations.

“I was wrong, I shouldn't have argued with you! I thought the exotic king was a hero, and I thought he was right. I can't believe he's just an ambitious, malicious bastard! ”

“Buzz!”

Upon hearing this conversation, Wang punched his heart hard and nitrogen. His palms tightened sharply. He only felt a tingle in his heart for a while.

“Alas, it's over. Father and son have no overnight revenge. Just so you can understand! I didn't even know he was like this, let alone you. ”

The voice of the father was intermittently heard in the room. Wang punched his eyes and passed through the window of the father and son, continuing to walk forward.

The night was so cold, Wang flung down the street and felt the chills. At this time, there were not many people on the street. Wang flushed down a long way and did not see a person on the street.

“Wow, the Confucian family has more than 2,000 classrooms in the canteen. Harry the Foodie spoke and wrote, and we all blamed him before. ”

“Is it possible that hundreds of thousands of people are learning the language of our Datang? I'm afraid all the Hu people around here will speak our Chinese in the future! ”

“No, it's not! The son of a neighbor next door went to Horoshan to do business. I heard that the money was full. This great world, the money, whoever wanted to fight the war, was all the trouble caused by the exotic king! ”

“Exactly! ”

……

At night, at the base of the wall, there was a crowd. Two shadows, with a paste bucket and brush in his hand, were putting something on the wall, saying, as he walked towards the distance.

Buzz

At that moment, no one noticed that Wang Zheng was standing in the dark, looking at the shadows of the two people, his face was pale. When both of them had disappeared, Wang rushed forward and saw some Confucian manuscripts on the wall, all about the Quartet Yiddish:

“Twenty-four new schools in Eastern Turkic Khan State with 1,300 students! ”

“Western Turkic Khan State has added 35 new schools with 2,800 students! ”

“Northwest Xin Kai Mutual Market, the monthly transaction amount reaches one million taels! ”

“The North Court protects the boundaries of the palace, the court and Western Turkic talks, and once again the defensive lines of both sides retreat a hundred miles! ”

……

This Confucian list is all over the wall, and right next to these lists, Wang Chung sees something else, unlike Confucian lists, which are much simpler.

“Defeat the exotic king! ”

“The Exotic King is the Great Demon King of Murder! ”

“Power is truth, crookedness! ”

……

The corners of these lists are still wet, obviously sticking to them as they speak.

Looking at the font on the wall, Wang punched pale face, nails deeply squeezed in the meat, not even knowing the bleeding. Every word on those walls, like a braze, penetrated Wang Chung's body deeply.

No one saw him in the middle of the night, but because of that, every word, every word, comes from the heart of the heart. At this moment, Wang's heart hurts immensely. That feeling of suffocation came again, as if Wang had fallen back into the dark and cold sea again. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape, but only deeper and deeper.

Da-da!

The faster Wang Chung walked, he ran mad all by himself. Everything around him was like running water, backward to both sides.

During this period of time, he tried not to mention anything in the courtroom. Wang Zhang thought he could forget it and let it go, but only at this moment did Wang Zhong suddenly realize that when these wounds came out, it was much more painful than he thought.

Running along the road for a long time, Wang rushed down when he felt a little exhausted.

In front of us is a strange forest, and the sky shines a little bright. Until then, Wang Chong realized that he had walked from the west to the south of the city.

“Who?”

Suddenly Wang turned his head and looked sharply like a sword, looking into the woods behind him.

Quiet around, no sound.

“After all this time, are you trying to force me to invite you out? ”

Wang Chong's eyes were incredibly sharp, and at the same time, a palm of palm, a real qi immediately converged in the palm, turned into a faint fluorescence, sharp as a sword.

“Wait a minute! ”

Just as Wang Zhong was about to do it, suddenly a voice came from the woods 20 steps behind him.

Shh!

The light flashed and a figure suddenly jumped out of the thick treetops and landed on the ground. Unlike what I imagined, the man was not masked in black, but dressed in a green gown with an extreme word on his chest.

“Are you from the Oguo government?! ”

Wang Zhong looked stunned. He didn't expect that the person who followed him in the middle of the night was actually the person of the Oguo government. Although the other party had not yet identified himself, his clothes were very similar to those of the Extreme Martial Army, not to mention that he still had a waist card of the Oguo government.

“Forgive the exotic king! ”

The man stood by his hand and his demeanor was quite respectful.

“I didn't mean to offend you, I was just ordered to send an invitation! ”

“Invitation! ”

After hearing this, Wang frowned greatly and was surprised, but finally the hostility was quenched.

In total, the Oguo government dispatched 2,000 extreme martial arts troops to assist Wang Chong and Datang in the Battle of Taurus. Without the help of the extreme martial arts forces, this war might not have been as easy to win.

However, the Royal Family had no previous dealings with the Oguo government. The Oguo government could lend itself thousands of soldiers and horses with just one letter. These hearts and qualities also made Wang admire each other.

“I don't understand, the prince will understand when he sees it! ”

The guard of the government of Oguo took out a green sealed invitation from his arms, held both hands and walked forward, respectfully handing it over.

“Got it! Thank Lord Okuguo for me! ”

Wang Zhuangfaintly said. I picked up the invitation while I was talking.

Though he feels the kindness and help of Lord O, he is not really in the mood to visit anyone.

“Sir, let's go first. This invitation must be opened by Lord Qin anyway! ”

The guard of the Oguo government saw Wang Zhuang take the invitation and relieved slightly. As he said, he retreated, and as he walked away, he took a deep look at Wang Zhuang's invitation.

Shh!

At the end of the day, the man leaps quickly onto the tree's edge and several scintillations disappear immediately.

Wang Chung looked at the sky and was not far from dawn. He sighed deeply and quickly turned back, leaping toward the Royal Mansion.

……

Time slowly pass by, in the study.

Wang punch did not move his knees, and a white air began to evaporate from him. Wang punched red, fine sweat beads seeped out on his forehead, not knowing how long later, Wang punched deep breath, slowly harvested his work, the whole person looked well.

“Thank you, Lord Zhang. This Red Soul Dan does work. ”

Wang Chung looked at the doctor in front of him and said.

“Adults don't have to be polite, your martial arts are incredibly profound, and with your gift, it should be almost done with just a few more adjustments. ”

The old royal doctor packed the medicine box while facing Wang Dao in front of him.

“Thank you, Sir Zhang. ”

Wang nodded, stood up and bowed for a gift.

Soon, the old doctor sat on the medicine box and left the study. Wang rushed to the desk, spread out a piece of Xuan paper and started practicing calligraphy.

In a few days, two months of confinement will pass. During this period, Wang Chong neither needs to go to the Dynasty nor can interfere in the affairs of the Military Ministry. Exercising calligraphy becomes a way for him to spend time and relieve his mood.

“Sir Zhang, what happened to the dog? ”

After a long time, as Wang Zhong concentrated on calligraphy, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

“Mother!”

Wang punched his heart and immediately distinguished it.

“Ma'am, I have already given the Prince the Red Soul Dan, and according to your instructions, I have not yet told the Prince the truth. Although the Prince looks normal, the depression in his heart is getting worse and worse. Compared to the last time, the smell in the Prince is obviously much more disturbed, which is not good! ”

“If you don't want to solve the depression in the king's heart, let him open his heart, only fear that the situation will get worse every day in the future, then I'm afraid the husband will have no choice. ”

A familiar voice came from the ear, the voice of Dr. Zhang Yu, who had just left. From the sound, the place where the two talked, deliberately pulled far apart, seemed to want to avoid Wang Chong. But with Wang Chong's cultivation, there is nowhere to avoid.

“Alas, what can I do about it! ”

Wang Chong's mother apparently did not know that he could hear their conversation, spoke at a distance, and was filled with anxiety.

“Su Shixuan, Xu Koyi, you all listen, in any case during this period of time, do not rush to hear any news outside. For the sake of the Great Tang, our royal family has given enough, and owes nothing to this empire. ”

“Yes, ma'am. ”

The sound is getting smaller.

Wang Chong's pen stopped in the air, sitting motionless. At that moment, his eyes flashed a complex glimmer, and he calmed down and continued to swing on the paper.

Heart disease also requires a cardiologist, but who can cure it, and who can cure it when a person is discredited by the whole world?

Wang Peng walked away from the dragon snake, the faster he wrote on the paper, all the rage and inequality, that moment seemed to put it all on the paper. After a long time, Wang Chung finally put down the pen bar and sat still in the maestro's chair. Only then will his face reveal a touch of pain.