Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

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Feng Qian, dressed in armor and majestic, stood on the bow of a yellow dragon. With a wave of his hand, the rain of arrows stopped, and his ship got on the boat, and he himself, carrying a big sword, jumped onto the boat and made a knife. They split open the concealed door of the cabin, and saw the corpses of the two actors, Wan Gai and Ding Xianqi, with arrows on their backs. They were the arrows they used to protect Huan Xuan. Because of their sacrifices, Huan Xuan can still breathe now. However, this fat pig-like emperor has been hit by more than ten arrows at this moment, and his body is full of blood. Only the breath of power is almost continuous. I can't move it.

Huan Sheng was lying next to Huan Xuan. He was not injured and cried. Feng Qian waved his hand. Several sergeants rushed forward and hugged Huan Sheng to the side. Huan Xuan watched his son crying and pulling away. But he could only murmur: "After all, it's the day after all. Your Excellency, who is your Excellency?!"

Feng Qian laughed: "Yizhou Duhu Feng Qian too!"

Huan Xuan's hand was shaking slightly. He raised his hand laboriously and pulled out the hosta on his head, wanting to hand it to Feng Qian: "Feng, Feng Duhu, no, don't kill, kill the emperor!"

Feng Qian yelled and flew out, kicked the hosta into the bulkhead and smashed into pieces. He sternly said: "I will kill the thief of the emperor!" The light of the knife flashed, illuminating Huan Xuan's paleness. His face, and the blood spurting from his neck, dyed the fragments of the hosta that fell to the ground. Huan Xuan's head fell to the ground in a daze, just like the flag of Chu in the water.

All the Mao family soldiers present burst into cheers, because they saw Feng Qian’s hands, the head of Huanxuan raised high, but in the cheers, there was a cry of a child. , Gradually, all the cheering soldiers stopped, their eyes focused on the tearful Huan Sheng surrounded by a few big and thick soldiers, only to hear the child crying and crying: "Father, You, don’t die, how can you live alone when your child is dead. The mother, the queen no longer has a child, and the child, the child doesn’t want you to go."

Fei Tian also boarded the main ship, a trace of intolerance flashed across Feng Qian's face, and he stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Fei Junjun, what should this kid do?"

Fei Tian's brows wrinkled slightly: "He is the prince of Huanxuan, the king of Yuzhang, and the only flesh and blood of Huanxuan. The court has decree that Huanchu rebels against the party, everyone can forgive, but the Huan clan does not. Although the child is pitiful, he gave birth to the wrong family, and there is only one dead end. Someone..."

Mao Xiuzhi's voice sounded beside Fei Tian: "Fei Junjun, I think, the killing of a five-year-old child is an indignation between humans and gods, and heaven is intolerant. Although Huan has been promoted as the son of a sinner, he should be punished by law, but this kind of thing is the most important thing. Well, let’s not do it ourselves. Let’s leave it to Marshal Liu, let him, and let the court decide. We have killed Huan Xuan and captured Huan Sheng. It’s already a great achievement. There is no need to use a kid’s head and add new credit. Got it."

Fei Tian nodded: "Also, stay a line of life, maybe it is to accumulate virtue and do good for yourself, and cultivate young master, then trouble you and Feng Duhu to have a hard time now, and take Huan Xuan, Huan Shi Kang, Yu Yizhi and other rebellious monarchs The first level, sent back to Jiangling, and Huansheng also sent back. By the way, didn’t you mean that your Majesty is in Jiangling now?"

Mao Xiuzhi nodded: "Yes, don't drive Wang Kangchan in Jingzhou. Nanyang prefect Wang Tengzhi should have abandoned the dark and turned to the bright. Anyway, it should be better if Huansheng is handed over to your majesty."

Fei Tian smiled and said, "Master Xiu will take the credit, but don’t forget Feng Duhu, he personally cut down the head of Huan Xuan. I will return to Yizhou and return to life. Master You will continue to take it. When Lord Fan's coffin returns to Jiankang, Lord Lord and others will be very happy."

Mao Xiuzhi smiled slightly: "I believe that Liu Zhenjun will be happier when he hears this news. We Dajin, finally, after so many years of civil war and chaos, can truly be peaceful and peaceful!"

One day later, Jiangling, Miyagi, and Chui Gong Palace.

This was originally a palace built by Huan Xuan in the shape of an imperial city when he was in charge of Jingzhou, in order to satisfy his addiction to the emperor’s court, but after a few days of construction, he sent troops to Jiankang. Maybe he would not even dream of it. Now his head is placed in a fine red sandalwood box, together with Huan Shikang and Yu Yizhi, in the palace, and lying on the dragon bed in the palace. Sima Dezong, who looks like a vegetable, actually smiled on his face when he saw Huan Xuan’s head, and drool came out of the corners of his mouth. Probably, even such a mentally retarded person still remembers this head. Let him eat or drink, almost starved to death, and took away his country and mountains, let him wander around.

Sima Dewen took out a yellow handkerchief and wiped the saliva from the corner of his brother's mouth. Wang Kangchan in the temple smiled: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, Congratulations, the great ancestors, the heroes and spirits, and finally let the great evil thief give the head. I'm so promoted, the world is invincible!"

There was a numb flattery sound in the hall: "I am a big winner, the world is invincible!"

In fact, just a month ago, this sentence was repeated here every day, except that Dajin was changed to Da Chu, and now it is changed, but there is no sense of violation.

Standing behind these three heads, Mao Xiuzhi hooked the corners of his mouth with disdain, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, now the first thief is here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is it to show the public in Jiangling, or to pass the first Jiankang, Xiao Yu Dahang, please show me down."

Sima Dewen said indifferently: "After all, Huan Xuan has a lot of party members here, and it has been too long to show the public. I am afraid that some rebels will steal it in secret. Just go out and show the public for a long time. Just show the other two thieves' first rank at Simon."

Having said this, he paused: "Also, where is that little **** of Huan Xuan?"

Mao Xiuzhi's brows frowned slightly. From these words, he heard a hint of killing intent, but he still saluted and replied: "Great King, son of Huanxuan, Yuzhang Wang Huansheng has been brought here, and he is right there."

Sima Devin waved his hand. Soon, two strong sergeants carried a five-year-old child to the temple. At this moment, his gorgeous clothes were gone, he changed into a coarse cloth prison uniform, and his hair was scattered. , He has been crying, because there are already many fleas and mosquitoes biting him. This is a bitter he has not eaten since he was born. While crying, he said: "You can't kill me, I am King Yuzhang. "

A cold light flashed in Sima Dewen's eyes: "Because you are the Yuzhang king of the pseudo-Chu, you have only one dead end. You must be promoted. In the next life, remember to be the right child. Don't be born in the emperor's house. In this way, you can live a long time. point."

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