Chapter 442 Replacement

The emperor's big tent is actually more appropriate called "military village". Here is a semi-permanent wooden structure that is stationed all year round. It can provide defense support for the accompanying palace guards, and it can also make the emperor live more comfortably inside.

The emperor has not summoned anyone since he was stationed here.

Within fifteen feet of the emperor's big tent is a forbidden zone, and unauthorized entry is a dead word. From a distance, one could see densely packed guards standing all around, many of them with golden swords around their waists.

Although these golden sword monks usually have errands assigned to guard the emperor, after all, the emperor still has his own guards, so he usually wouldn't take the trouble to let the golden sword monks come over. Like this time, Yang Xiusheng, the capital of the golden sword monks, was called here. Even less.

The emperor's big tent was very humid, but it was enveloped by the power of a formation and did not disperse, it just circled around the emperor in the middle of the tent.

The water vapor floated out from the tub that the emperor was soaking in.

The bathtub is brown, made of metal, and has patterns on it. At this time, the temperature in the basin is slowly being maintained, and at the same time, the water flow is flushing the medicine package in the card slot, and the medicine liquid is continuously pushed into the bathtub to flow, washing and infiltrating the emperor. Yang Jian's body.

The spider web on the emperor's chest became more ferocious, swollen half an inch, and its color was scarlet. It seemed to tremble slightly with the emperor's breathing. Only when it was soaked in this potion or in the warm soup behind the Fu'an Palace could it be quieter, and the emperor also It's more comfortable.

"Your situation is very bad. It's much worse than I imagined. I didn't expect to see you in just two years."

The speaker was an old man sitting on a chair to the left of the emperor. This person looks like he is in his sixties, his beard and hair are all white, so he can't tell his exact age. Wearing a gorgeous gown with gold patterns on a white background, with a noble air in the Taoist wind, it is Yang Xiusheng, the "King of Yongsheng" that others talked about before.

There were only the emperor and Yang Xiusheng in the tent, and no one else dared to come in without orders, and there was also a formation arranged by Yang Xiusheng in the big tent, and under his perception, it was almost impossible to eavesdrop on what they were saying.

The emperor half-closed his eyes and leaned his head on the soft pillow beside the bathtub. His body was a little red from soaking, but his face was full of satisfaction. Hearing Yang Xiusheng's words, he replied with a smile: "Uncle, how old am I? Two years old?" For you, it’s just a few retreats, and it’s over in the blink of an eye, but for me, it’s like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. Haha, day by day, my body is getting tired day by day, and now I’m leaving Tangchi can only be maintained by this medicinal bath, otherwise he would be in pain.

Hehe, I am not afraid of your jokes, uncle, I feel tormented every day when I go to court, and the time I persist is getting shorter and shorter. I don't know how long I can last. "

Yang Xiusheng picked up a pair of medicinal soup nearby and sniffed it. This medicinal soup was brought in by the eunuch before for the emperor to drink, and it was cold on the side. He felt that it smelled wrong, and frowned, "Are you drinking this kind of medicine that squeezes energy now? You want to die?"

Yang Xiusheng didn't think that the emperor didn't know the harm of the medicine, and the only explanation could only be that the emperor did it on purpose.

Sure enough, the emperor laughed at himself and said: "Otherwise? Now it is all thanks to this medicinal soup that I will not be tortured to the point of being insane and I can handle affairs. As for whether I am looking for death, hehe, uncle, do you think it is better for me to live like this now?" Is it okay to die?"

Yang Xiusheng couldn't answer the emperor's words. The scene fell silent.

After a long time, the emperor suddenly said: "Uncle, you said that if I let my second brother take over the throne and I practiced with you, how can I have a cultivation level of Yuandan now?"

"Well. You were talented back then, and you belonged to the upper-middle class. If you worked harder, it is very likely that you have reached the Yuandan stage now."

"It's a pity, our brothers were kept in the dark, and we fought a lot, three died and one left, and I took the throne triumphantly, only to realize that I was the one who lost the worst. Hehe, Uncle, I remember you persuaded me to give up this position back then, I misunderstood you as the second brother's lobbyist, and I hated you for a long time."

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

"Back then I reminded you that it was a violation of the precepts of the ancestors, but if you didn't listen, I was in vain? However, the change of the royal family is turbulent, and it depends on luck to kill or not. Your father was quite clever back then. The two brothers were obedient and obedient, and finally surpassed me, the eldest son, and succeeded in sitting on the throne. As a result, the world is unpredictable, and no one can tell who won or lost. If I didn't enter Fenghong Villa later and have a special status, I wouldn't know There is such a subtle reversal under the throne.

Why."

The emperor himself was still unrestrained, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you don't have to sigh for me. My ancestors have blessed me to live to this day. Among the emperors of our royal family, even if I die now, I can still rank among the top three, right?

It's just that things are messy and messy, and some of my previous arrangements have been disrupted, and I don't know if I can arrange my funeral properly before I die. "

"If you need my help, just say it." Yang Xiusheng, as the head of the golden sword monks, has the important task of defending the royal family, and he is Yang Jian's uncle, so he is duty-bound both in public and in private.

"Help me suppress Yang Yansi."

"Yang Yansi? I just said why did you suddenly pull me out of the mountain? It turned out to be to guard against 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 isn't the south fighting again now? You just Aren't you afraid that the frontline soldiers will be paranoid?"

"The current Taoist chief of the southern frontier army is Zuo Yuliang. He is my man. He can stabilize the frontier army. As long as the frontier army is not chaotic, there will be no fires in the army. At most, some dogs bark and fight. Death is, it's not a big deal.

The key is Yang Yansi. This man has too much prestige in the court. Back then, in order to flaunt a country's "God of War" and stabilize people's hearts, he had to delegate power to him to manage military affairs.

But as long as you are willing to take action, Uncle, suppress him so that he can't do any more things, that's all. Guochao, only you have the ability to suppress him. "The emperor sat up straight from the bathtub, his expression was no longer as relaxed as before, looking at Yang Xiusheng on the left, waiting for an answer.

"Yang Yansi is also considered as a side branch of our royal family. He is very talented. Now he has the cultivation base of the first level of Xuanhai Realm, and there is still the possibility of improvement. But he can't make waves in front of me, so you can rest assured." Yang Xiusheng said cautiously. The emperor nodded and accepted the job directly.

But Yang Xiusheng was still puzzled: "What did he do? Listen to your tone and just suppress him?"

"Hmph, colluding with foreign enemies and secretly funding enemies."

"What?!"