Raising a Dog is Better than Palace Fight Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Resurrection (1)

　　In the Palace of Qianqing, the fake emperor had already been sent to the harem by Shen Huiru to visit his concubine. She herself was sitting behind the imperial table reading a stack of memorials. There was a trace of majesty only for a superior person between her deeply furrowed brows, and she looked amazingly imposing.

　　Seeing his daughter like this, Master Shen was stunned for a moment, then a look of relief appeared on his face. His two sons and daughters have been extremely enlightened since they were young. They are gold and jade. They are like dragons and phoenixes among men. They should enjoy the supreme honor in this world. If his son's future had not been ruined, he would not have been forced to take this path. But now it seems that this is the right path. Dazhou will soon be in the hands of the Shen family, and even if the emperor wakes up, it will be of no avail.

　　With his small stature and dark brown hair, Emperor Zhou Wu followed the two of them all the way to Qianqing Palace. Because he was afraid that someone would see Master Shen entering the palace late at night, Chang Xi sent away the guards in advance, allowing Emperor Wu of Zhou to follow him in smoothly. Hiding at the corner of the hall, peeking through the crack in the door to take a peek at the scene in the hall, his eyes suddenly turned cold when he saw Shen Huiru, who was occupying his throne but seemed content.

　　"Wei Chen has met your empress." Grand Master Shen bowed and saluted.

　　"Father, you are here." Seeing Master Shen, Shen Huiru put down her imperial pen and walked to the door to greet him.

　　The father and daughter sat opposite each other, and Chang Xi stood at the door looking out. Emperor Wu of Zhou shrank into the shadows around the corner, pricking up his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

　　"Father, is Meng Changxiong dead?" Shen Huiru's tone was a little anxious.

　　Emperor Zhou Wu's ears moved slightly and he held his breath unconsciously.

　　"News came from Anzada that Meng Changxiong was not in their hands. They chased Meng Changxiong and Han Changping into the muddy beach and retreated. Now their lives and deaths are unknown." Grand Master Shen swept the lid of the cup over the rim of the cup. The scratching sound is even more depressing.

　　Anzada, the most powerful general under King Yelu Khan. Grand Master Shen actually exchanged information with him, which shows that the Shen family has already collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, and the disappearance of Meng Guogong is definitely due to his handiwork! OK! Emperor Zhou Wu's teeth clenched, his back arched unconsciously, and the hair all over his body stood on end.

　　"Why don't you continue chasing? If Meng Changxiong doesn't die, how can they save the situation? What a bunch of idiots!" Shen Huiru slapped the table hard, her tone even more anxious. Meng Changxiong is Meng Sangyu's biggest support. Only when Meng Changxiong dies can she let go and deal with Meng Sangyu. Meng Sangyu is a thorn in her heart, and she can't do it until she pulls it out!

　　"I don't know what I know. The muddy beach is a famous place of death on the grassland. It is full of swamps and filled with miasma. Not to mention people, even birds dare not touch it. If they enter there, Meng Changxiong and Han Changping will definitely die." Master Shen's tone was very determined.

　　Emperor Zhou Wu desperately suppressed the roar in his throat and stared at the two people behind the crack in the door with his blood-red eyes. How could he trust these two people so much in the first place? How blind!

　　"Based on mere speculation, I am still worried. My father wrote a letter to Xie Zhenghao, asking him to send more manpower to search the muddy beach. We must see people alive and see corpses dead!" Shen Huiru's voice was full of murderous aura.

　　Xie Zhenghao, the governor of Gansu, one of the nineteen frontier officials, and one of his trusted confidants, had unexpectedly been won over by Grand Master Shen. Emperor Wu of Zhou sneered, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as real as ever.

　　"Okay, I will write to Xie Zhenghao when my father returns. Meng Changxiong is missing, and the army must not be without a commander for a day. The empress will issue an imperial edict tomorrow, canonizing Xie Zhenghao as a general, and lead the commander-in-chief to attack the barbarian imperial court. My father has communicated with King Yelu Khan After negotiating the terms, Xie Zhenghao pretended to be defeated. He took advantage of the war to kill several generals under Meng Changxiong for his father, and the ten cities of Suzhou were given to him as reward. After the war, Xie Zhenghao would blame all the blame for the defeat on the Meng family's army. "Sir, you will issue an imperial edict at that time to kill all these people and replace them all with our people. In this way, this million-strong army will be under the control of our Shen family."

　　Master Shen's tone was full of success, and Emperor Wu of Zhou outside the door was trembling with anger.

　　Shen Huiru nodded in agreement, took the list from her father and looked at it carefully. The people on the list were all lieutenant generals that Master Shen had recently recruited, and they could be used to replace Meng Changxiong's close subordinates.

　　Master Shen looked closely at his daughter's expression under the lamp, glanced at her belly a few more times, and asked in a low voice, "It's been more than a month. Is there any news about the queen?"

　　Shen Huiru was stunned for a long time before she understood, and replied in a cold tone, "I just missed the deadline for three days. I think I am pregnant. It will take some time to confirm the diagnosis."

　　"Okay, okay, okay!" Grand Master Shen excitedly said three good words in a row, and finally confessed carefully, "This baby is the key to our Shen family's aspiration for the throne. Your Majesty must protect it. When the fruit is ripe, this baby will be born." It is convenient for the baby to be a boy, but if it is a girl, the father will prepare a baby boy in advance and ask someone to send it to the palace to replace it. The queen will let Wan Qing come in later, and the father will explain the matter to her in detail. Just sit tight and don't worry about the rest."

　　"I know." Shen Huiru promised solemnly.

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou no longer wanted to hear any more. He was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would jump in and bite the father and daughter to death. Collaborating with foreign enemies, killing loyal people, causing trouble for the government, stealing dragons and turning them into phoenixes, plotting to usurp the throne... Any of these crimes would be enough for the Shen family to die a thousand times or ten thousand times!

　　Suppressing the anger in his chest, Emperor Zhou Wu roared, turned around and wanted to leave Qianqing Palace.

　　"Ah, where did you come from, you little beast?" A female voice broke the silence outside the palace. Wan Qing appeared at the corner at some point and bumped into Emperor Wu of Zhou.

　　The five golden characters "A Bao of Bixiao Palace" were very eye-catching under the candlelight. Wan Qing's face turned stern, and he bent down to grab Emperor Zhou Wu, clasping his mouth and limbs with his hands, and brought him in. Qianqing Hall.

　　"Your Majesty, Concubine De's pet ran in." After bowing to the Grand Master and Master, Wan Qing lifted the struggling A'Bao in her hand.

　　"Leave it to Chang Xi to handle it. Come here, father has something to tell you." Shen Huiru took a sip of tea and spoke casually. After being in a position of power for a long time, she would never take her anger out on a little beast again. In her eyes, A Bao's life was worse than a piece of grass.

　　"Yes." Late Qing handed A Bao to Chang Xi and knelt at the feet of Master Shen to listen to the instruction.

　　Chang Xi picked up the struggling Abao, took him far to the open space in front of Qianqing Palace, threw him to the ground, then stepped on his chest with his feet, applying force bit by bit. Chang Xi could have killed A Bao with one kick, but he had already accumulated a lot of resentment because A Bao was slapped in the face by De Concubine last time, and he urgently needed to vent his anger. Seeing A Bao roaring and struggling, he was unwilling to do so. The look of resentment but powerlessness greatly satisfied the violence in his heart, and he moved even slower.

　　There was a muffled cracking sound in the chest, which was the sound of ribs breaking, and the severe pain seemed to come from the soul, continuously. Emperor Wu of Zhou glared at Chang Xi with his blood-red eyes, silently reciting Meng Sangyu's name over and over in his heart. These three words engraved into his bones gave him infinite strength, making him not want to die easily. If he dies, what should Sang Yu do?

　　"You little beast is quite tenacious!" Chang Xi sneered, suddenly exerting force on his feet.

　　The broken ribs pierced the lungs and pierced the heart. A trace of blood poured out from the corner of his mouth. Emperor Zhou Wu roared one after another, and his dark eyes gradually became covered with a layer of blood mist. In a trance, a ethereal Sanskrit chant came from mid-air, and a gentle force pulled his soul out of Abao's body and led it into the void. He closed his eyes unwillingly and exhaled the last breath from his blood-stained mouth and nose.

　　"He's dead now? It's so boring!" Seeing that the little beast under his feet was motionless, Chang Xi stomped on it twice, and then called for a young eunuch to throw A Bao's body into the palace next to the Qianqing Palace. Use it as fertilizer in the flower garden.

　　***

　　A quiet house in Beijing

　　In a room lit with countless lamps and rich sandalwood incense, an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard and a solemn face slowly stopped singing and said to the man guarding the door, full of anger, "This The donor's soul has returned to his original position and he will wake up immediately."

　　"Really?" The man raised his eyebrows, questioningly. After asking all kinds of miracle doctors, they were helpless. When the old monk came, he only took one look at him, said, "I have my destiny, and I will return soon." Then he started lighting lamps and chanting sutras. This attitude was too relaxed. How could he believe it? But thinking about that bizarre note, he could only treat it like a dead horse and let the old monk do whatever he wanted.

　　While the two were talking, the handsome man surrounded by bright lights groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the snow-white ceiling above his head, he was stunned and immediately realized that this was not a palace. The domes of the palace are all painted with magnificent murals, which are not so simple.

　　He tilted his head and looked around him, encountering a stunned face. That face was cold and stern, full of evil aura. Who could it be if it wasn't Yan Junwei?

　　"Junwei?" Emperor Zhou Wu said in surprise. When he heard his hoarse voice, he was immediately stunned. He raised his hands to check in disbelief. Is this manpower? He actually came back to his soul?

　　"The donor is fine. He only needs to drink some decoction for a few days to recuperate his body. The poor monk takes his leave." The old monk recited a Buddhist sentence and slowly walked towards the door. He stopped again when he reached the door. He clasped his hands and warned carefully. He said, "The poor monk will keep his mouth shut about this matter, and the donor must not forget his original promise to reshape the golden body of the Buddha statue in this temple."

　　"Thank you, Master Yan! The reshaping of the golden body will be completed within a month." Yan Junwei quickly bowed and promised. The old monk rebuilt his golden body one by one. At first, he thought that this man was just here to get money, but he didn't expect that he had real abilities. Fortunately for Amitabha, he saw that the old monk looked more like a fairy and kept him.

　　The old monk recited another Buddhist sentence and left with satisfaction.

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou didn't care about these two people. He stared at Yan Junwei and asked, "Did you send someone to protect Sang Yu?"

　　"Sang Yu?" Yan Junwei was stunned, then hesitantly asked, "De Fei?"

　　"Didn't you see the note I left for you?" Emperor Wu of Zhou asked in a deep voice.

　　"Is that really left by the emperor? Wasn't it scratched by a dog? What's with the crooked handwriting and the dog's paw prints?" Yan Junwei took out the note from his arms, spread it out, and pointed to a small plum blossom mark on it and asked.

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou rubbed his brows in frustration and said in a helpless tone, "First send someone to the palace immediately to protect Sang Yu. I will slowly explain this note to you." He didn't want to tell Yan Junwei about the possession. , but unfortunately this guy loves to inquire deeply, and if he doesn’t give him a satisfactory answer, he will always turn the topic around. He couldn't afford to delay Sang Yu's safety for a moment.

　　"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The moment I received this note, my subordinates have already sent people to the Empress Dowager De. It is said that Concubine De has a favorite pet named A Bao..." Yan Junwei stopped talking and said something. Pointing at the dog paw prints on the note. He originally just made a bold guess and was still hesitating whether to get the dog, but the old monk said that everything should be allowed to take its course, and that the benefactor would wake up soon, and told him not to interfere at will and disturb the benefactor's destiny.

　　It seems that the emperor has had a strange encounter recently! He is most interested in adventures and things like that! The study room full of fantasy novels is not for free!

- Extracting MTL from raw by Du Xian'er (Poison❀Fairy) -

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