The city of Monkey King

"kill!"

"kill!!"

"His Royal Highness has a life, the first one to enter the Fengxiang Pavilion, to give a thousand dollars, to reward thousands of families!"

"Giving a thousand dollars, rewarding thousands of households!"

"...!"

The 50,000 rebels heard these awards, and they rushed to fight like chickens.

Outside the Fengxiang Pavilion, the rebels and the Yulin Army, the swords and swords, the blood splashing and flying.

The killing between mortal soldiers is far from being as earth-shattering as a monk. It can't be destroyed by a large area, and it is not as bright and beautiful as a monk, but there is one thing that is unchangeable.

Or to say... the killing between mortals is even worse!

That is bloody!

Under the knife and the sword, they all pierced the scarlet blood.

In addition to the battlefield of this slaying, the eight horses and magnificent sedan chair guarded by three thousand elite soldiers constantly evoke the rough laughter of Zheng Jian, accompanied by the joy of women.

As if this outside fight, it has nothing to do with him.

Inside and outside the sedan chair, two very different worlds.

On the left side of the sedan chair, there is an old man riding a horse. The old man is frowning at this moment. He is one of the nine kings of Zheng Guo. His name is Zhu Ming, and he is also the number one adviser of Zheng Jian. This time the action is him. Planning by hand.

Originally... According to his plan, this plan is foolproof.

Use the meter to drag down the people under the Great Hall and the Three Halls, and then use the sacred decree to obtain the soldiers from the three commanders, mobilize the 50,000 tigers in the capital, and rush to the palace, break through the outer city, and finally enter the Taiji Palace, forcing the disease into ruin. The old emperor abdicated.

Once Zheng Jian succeeds, it is possible to publish a script, and then it will not help even if it is under the Great Hall and the Three Halls.

And all this, according to his calculations, probably takes about two hours to complete.

The man who arranged him could drag down the hall and the three halls of the three halls, which is absolutely enough. For this day, he prepared for ten years and won the prize!

However, Zhu Ming looked at the battlefield in front of him and looked at the sedan chair next to him. He listened to the woman’s voice from the sedan chair and could not help but sigh.

In a word... he always said nothing.

The erect is not a trick.

The erection here is Zheng Jian who is happy in the sedan chair.

Abandoning the Taiji Palace and switching to the Fengxiang Pavilion, there is no such thing as a waste of time. If it is delayed for too long, once the Great Hall and the Three Halls are out of trouble, things will be difficult.

And there is another point. After 16 years, 'The Emperor's Goddess' has become the belief of the people in the country, and it has been attacked by Fengxiange. In particular, the second priest of his own wants to marry 'the fairy goddess', which is extremely The practice of losing the hearts of the people.

Only people with IQ and EQ are inferior to sit and wait for things.

It’s a coincidence that the second highness he followed was such a mentally retarded player. In the past few years, he was not the one who was Zhu Ming’s strategy. The second hall of the woman who played the whole day was killed by people. Where can I still be here? Happy and happy.

It was at this time, just as Zhu Ming was in a hurry.

suddenly…

The situation on the battlefield has changed. The 50,000-strong army that had been attacked for a long time is like a tidal wave. From a point...to the Fengxian Pavilion!

The guardian of the 10,000 Yulin army of Fengxiange, the defeat has been fixed, can not stop.

When Zhu Mingxi had a look on his face, he was happy.

"His Royal Highness! Fengxiang Pavilion is broken!"

To the sedan chair is a big drink. From this sedan chair... Zheng Jianmeng opened the curtain of the jade bead, and the small driver who drove the car looked back slightly, and the heartbeat accelerated.

At this moment, Zheng Jian is lying down, looking at Zhu Ming on his head. On his body, he is a wonderful woman sitting in a enchanting posture, moving up and down.

At the same time, there are more than a dozen beautiful women, who are kneeling in Zheng Jian’s body...

"well!"

Zheng Jian’s face has a color of enjoyment. He closes his eyes and laughs. This voice carries a little wretchedness: “The driver, drive!”

The little coachman was so reluctant to take back the blind eyes, and swiftly waved the whip in his hand. The eight horse-drawn gorgeous sedan chaires moved slowly.

"kill!!"

"killing!!!"

".........!"

The 50,000 soldiers and the rebels all exuded their faces and poured into the Fengxiang Pavilion.

This time the military changed, they all got a promise, as long as they can let the second Highness go to the throne, all of them... all have a reward!

"Retire!"

"Retreat to the inner court!!"

"fast!!"

The arrow flew in the air. In the Taiji Palace, the general of General Yulin, who was the old man of Zheng Guo, was smeared with blood on his face. This blood is naturally the blood of the rebels, and he screamed loudly toward his sergeant.

He knows very well in his own heart...

Today, I am afraid I can't live out of Fengxiang Pavilion alive.

at the same time.

Taiji Palace.

The old lord is lying on the dragon couch. If the monk comes to see it, one can see that the old man’s face is full of dead air, which is a sign of death.

Up to three or five teas, this old country is to return to the West, back to heaven.

"Hey, kneel!"

This old lord was originally ventilated and did not have air intake. At this time, a small **** ran in. The small **** even stumbled, and he panicked and slammed into the ground with a panic on his face. .

"The second and second temples have 50,000 tigers defending. They have already broken the Yulin army. This is now entering the inner court of Fengxiange!"

The little **** just finished.

"Cough, wow!"

The voice of the old man, the old voice, coughed fiercely, lying down, and a dark red blood spit out.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"...!"

A group of doctors and doctors, as well as his shackles, saw that this scene was completely scared, and they were frightened.

"Reverse!"

"Reverse...reverse!"

"..."

The old lord lay down like this, and the look in his eyes faded a little. Looking at the golden dome, he kept chanting these two words.

Remorse... If he could have expected this day.

Will definitely kill his opponent, as soon as possible!

Time passed away, he still remembers... Sixteen years ago.

Before the Guoshi left, the sentence he said to him, this sentence... He remembered for 16 years and did not forget it.

‘Fengxiange is in Zheng Guoyong. ’

‘Fengxiange died, Zheng Guo will be destroyed. ’

For so many years... He disregarded his identity as a national lord. On the 3rd, he went to the next day, and on the 5th, he went on his way to the Fengxiang Pavilion. He even did everything to shape the woman in Fengxiange into the whole Zhengguo. The gods of the people's faith.

It is also to raise the status of Fengxiange to the royal family.

He didn't know why, but in the Fengxiang Pavilion, it was just an ordinary woman.

But... the national teacher, he can't help.

Others don't know how the national teacher exists, but he knows some... In the eyes of these mortals, it is the real ‘sin’! 2k novel reading network