Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 180 The Delicate Little Emperor Is So Unruly (61)

When Wen Luo came out from the bottom of the cave, all the masters who had been waiting outside to hunt him down had already rushed back to the palace.

After the city was broken, the original servants of the Imperial Master's Mansion were so scared that they all fled in all directions, and no one dared to block the entrance to the cave.

Wen Luo jumped onto the roof and looked around. After determining the direction of the imperial palace, he moved across one roof after another and headed straight for the imperial palace.

Logically speaking, without his order, the army would never attack the city on its own.

In this situation, either some emergency situation has occurred, or someone of higher status than him has arrived.

The former is an emergency, the latter...

Wen Luo's heart was beating fast. He tried to concentrate on his feet, not daring to think too much, for fear that his heart would make a rumbling sound and he would fall if he wasn't careful.

It would be such a beautiful scene if the wise and brave Regent of Dahan suddenly fell head over heels.

At the same time, the Dahan army poured into Yongliang City like a tide and quickly took control of the streets. Wei Rong led the vanguard team and rushed straight to the palace.

Zhao Yizhong took Xing Chen with him, rode his horse through the streets guarded by soldiers, and galloped towards the imperial palace.

When Wen Luo arrived, the gate of the palace was still closed. He thought about it and jumped directly into the palace.

There was panic in the palace, with palace maids and eunuchs running back and forth in panic.

Wen Luo did not stop and stopped at the Hongyang Palace.

Duan Yingnan has been an extremely proud person since he was young. For many years, he even ignored Wen Luo.

Wen Luo believed that such a person would not allow the final end of his life to be a desperate escape. If he guessed correctly, Duan Yingnan should be sitting firmly on the throne in the hall now.

Wen Luo landed steadily in front of the hall, turned around, and his eyes met Duan Yingnan who was sitting on the throne.

Wen Luo glanced at the guards on guard in the hall.

"I have kept King Liang waiting for a long time."

"Why didn't those things underground eat you?" Duan Yingnan said gritting his teeth.

"Maybe it's because I'm thick-skinned and they don't like me."

Wen Luo answered as he stepped into the hall.

"The Regent is truly audacious."

"Duan Yingnan, you people can't stop me. I'm here to take your life." Wen Luo said bluntly.

"is it?"

As soon as Duan Yingnan finished speaking, the door of the hall closed behind Wen Luo.

Wen Luo smelled a strange fragrance at the tip of his nose, and the sword of the guard in front of him was flashing with strange colors.

Wen Luo shook his head and sighed.

"It's still just this little thing. Do you all think that poisoning me is the easiest way? Why do you all just want to take shortcuts?"

"If there is a shortcut, of course we should take it."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Wen Luo raised his arm to let Duan Yingnan see the redness and swelling on his right hand. "I am not afraid of poison. You took the wrong shortcut."

Duan Yingnan stood up with a grim face and looked at his hand in disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

Wen Luo said calmly: "Maybe it's because even the King of Hell wouldn't like me because of my appearance."

Duan Yingnan staggered back a step and sat heavily back on the throne.

Wen Luo sighed, too lazy to say any more, and took the initiative.

These top-level guards from Liang State are indeed more difficult to deal with.

But that's just a few.

Duan Yingnan sat on the throne, watching his subordinates, whom he had spent more than ten years and a lot of money to train, twitching and falling down one by one in front of him.

At this time, there was a sound of the palace gate being broken outside the hall.

The iron hooves of the horse stepped on the white marble in the square, and the sound was like jade cracking.

Wen Luo was standing among the corpses on the ground. When he looked up at King Liang on the throne, the door of the hall was kicked open from the outside.

Wen Luo ordered without turning his head: "Don't come in, retreat to the square."

Wei Rong saw his own prince standing there in good health, and shouted excitedly, "Prince!"

Wen Luo raised his hand backwards.

Wei Rong quickly turned around and ordered, "Retreat, retreat, retreat, everyone, retreat!"

The soldiers outside quickly retreated to the square obediently.

Wen Luo lowered his eyes, bent down, picked up a sword on the ground and threw it at Duan Yingnan's feet.

"Prince Liang should save some dignity for himself and not make things awkward for everyone else."

Duan Yingnan lowered his head and looked at the sword at his feet, then bent down and slowly picked it up.

He dragged his sword and walked down the high steps step by step.

“The Liang Kingdom has always lived under your shadow. I have never taken this seriously since I was a child and have vowed to kill you and take the vast land of Dahan for myself.

So, I have been your enemy all my life. Now it seems like a joke. "

"King Liang, you don't have to think so. Even if you don't covet my Dahan, you can't stop me from coveting your Daliang.

Even if you Daliang changes a monarch, the situation won't last for a few years if you want to get along with Dahan. Who would complain that their own place is too big?"

"The Regent is really frank."

"This king has always had this advantage."

Duan Yingnan stood in front of Wen Luo and slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Wen Luo.

"Please enlighten me, Lord Regent."

Wen Luo glanced at the sword and nodded slightly.

He respects every opponent who fights him fair and square.

"King Liang, have a good trip."

Duan Yingnan shook his wrist and pointed the tip of the sword towards Wen Luo's throat. Wen Luo bent down to avoid it. Duan Yingnan took the opportunity to chop down, and Wen Luo leaned sideways. Then the two of them started fighting each other.

After just a few rounds, Duan Yingnan was defeated by Wen Luo with his bare hands.

After the two men stood still, this time Wen Luo slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Duan Yingnan.

Duan Yingnan stretched out his hand and grasped the sword blade, blood dripping from his palm.

"The people are innocent, please show mercy, Regent."

"Those who submit should be treated as such."

Duan Yingnan sighed, finally reconciled with his years of obsession, and gently closed his eyes.

In a moment, he grasped the sword with his bloody hands and slashed his neck with the tip of the sword.

Blood spurted out and the emperor fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Luo slowly lowered his sword and stood in the hall for a long time.

For the past twenty years, with his back to Dahan and looking at the vast land of Daliang, how could he, as a king who emerged from the battlefield covered in blood, not be covetous?

But he never took the initiative to write a letter requesting the capture of Daliang, and even when the Zhao family was not a threat, he never mentioned it to the late emperor.

The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.

The reason why he could serve as the King of Zhennan in southern Xinjiang for so many years peacefully was because there was still the Liang State in the south with evil intentions.

Otherwise, it would be him, the King of Zhennan, who would appear to have evil intentions.

The reason why he dared to fight Liang State now was simply because he no longer had to worry about being stabbed in the back.

The sound of horse hooves approached again in the square in front of the palace.

Wen Luo threw away the blood-stained sword in his hand, found a clean place inside his cloak, and carefully wiped the blood off his face.

Footsteps rushed up the steps in front of the hall and stopped at the door.

Wen Luo turned slowly among the corpses on the ground.

Xing Chen was still wearing Mu Li, and the long and thick gauze even concealed part of his figure, but Wen Luo still recognized his baby at a glance.

Xing Chen saw Wen Luo through the gap in the fence, and quickly looked around him before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

After I let out a sigh of relief, my anger started to rise.

Xing Chen turned around and walked down the stairs without saying a word.

The curtain fence blocked his view and he walked slowly. Wen Luo strode up to him from the hall.

When Xing Chen reached the steps and prepared to mount his horse, Wen Luo had already rushed over and grabbed his wrist.

"Your Majesty." Wen Luo's low voice was filled with pleading.

Xing Chen shook off his hand, stepped on the stirrups and got on the horse.

"Zhao Yizhong, return."