The God of Destruction

"But it's different now. If the front fails, the Song Dynasty will be nervous and vigilant. If he goes in, I'm afraid it's easy to find out."

Pan Chen smiled and said, "Why are you afraid of being discovered?"

"How did Brother Lin go in?" Huang Rong wondered, curling his mouth.

Pan Chen put down the teacup and said, "Rong'er, you are so smart!" You are right again. "

Huang Rong: "

"Well, Rong'er, I'm going to the palace." Pan Chen grew up and looked far away. "Do you want to go to the palace with me?"

"Go! Why don't you go?" Huang Rong stood up and patted his little hand, a little worried and agitated, with a red glow on his face, which was lovely, "I grew up so big, I've never been Royal Palace. "

"Why, is your uncle Huang Chang not the master of this country? Have you never been with him?"

"Yes, but what about it? Uncle is kept in the palace all day. If it wasn't for most of World War I, Jung would not know he had an uncle."

The Forbidden City in the Song Dynasty, Xuan Gong Temple.

Emperor Song sat on the dragon seat, yawning, looking at Wenwu impatiently.

Officials and Wei Chen received news that King Ming defeated Man Meng's army, which was prosperous and unstoppable. Not long ago, the troops of Xiangfan and Yundi were defeated, and Meng Gong, Zhang Shijie, and Lu Wenhuan were captured.

Jia Xu bowed and said, "The minister believes that the current situation must first appease the King of the Ming Dynasty, so that he can stay in the next day."

"Well, Jia Xiang's words are very in line with my wishes, and this matter will be given to Jia Xiang."

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At the gate of the imperial palace of the Song Dynasty, a thunderous loud noise came from the thin air like thunder, which surprised both the Emperor Song and the Manchu's cultural and military.

"Come here!" Emperor Song was very angry. "Let me see what happened!"

"The government vented its anger."

"Yes, the official family and all of you have the right to do so. A madman rushed in directly from outside the palace gate. Please evacuate as soon as possible!"

At this time, several castrations of the inner courtyard rolled into the vertical arcade, panic and said in horror.

"Who is that madman?" Emperor Song asked with his teeth in fear and angry.

"It seems that it is King Ming!" Nitin's **** was not sure, the **** said.

"what?"

The emperor of the Song Dynasty trembled in his heart, shaking his body. Although he has only seen Pan Chen's portraits, he has also heard of Pan Chen's reputation.

That is, even with the existence of a generation of emperors, the supreme emperor Tiemu was really killed.

"Don't worry about the government! If King Ming is not in Sichuan, he is really helpless." Jia Xu said, his face gloomy, a flash of killing flashed. "Now it's just right, King Ming personally sent it to the door!"

"Official family, please order him to be hacked to death. His head hangs at the top of the imperial city to warn the world. In this way, the dragon has no leader and the world can decide! Officials can also be called ancient saints!"

"Jia Xiang is sure?" Emperor Song was moved, but he still asked about his little life.

"Don't worry! Bei Qigong Hong Qigong is in the imperial city. Ask him to join hands with the State Master, and he will definitely kill the Ming King!" Jia Lidao said.

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"Yes! He followed Jia Xiang's words." Emperor Song made up his mind, but just in case, he said to a boss around him, "Go, call the old emperor!"

"Do not!"

Outside the arch, Pan Chen took Huang Rong, clothes and clothes, and fell down with his big hands. Before the arch was overhanged, countless Song army soldiers fell to the ground. There were thousands of people.

"roar!"

Pan Chen patted his big hand, the vertical arch of the whole door was broken, the stone shivered, the debris flew, a ray of sunlight, the sun came in.

"Song Duzong, the king is here!"

Pan Chen was dressed in white clothes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, carrying a beautiful Huang Rong, wantonly chic, elegant, like a pair of fairies.

He looked directly at Emperor Song, his eyes were dull, and he didn't move at all, as if looking at a person as usual.

Emperor Song was very tall and trembling with anger, and maybe there was power to stand up. His right hand trembling Pan Chen said: "You." You anti-thief, dare to call my name taboo, you are looking for death! I want to tear you into pieces and kill nine families! "

"Use these wine bags? You can try it." Pan Chen glanced at the emperor and courtiers of the Song Dynasty and said lightly: "All dynasties are people who meticulously fight for dogs." No wonder my Han people's big river The mountain was occupied by foreigners, no wonder my Han brothers and sisters were plundered. "

"There is such an emperor, such a group of courtiers, what a shame for the Han Dynasty!"

"Ming Ming, you dare. You still need what you do as an official." Jia Xu said, looking at the increasingly sad Emperor Song, he immediately stood up.

"Are you Jia Xu?" Pan Chen interrupted his words, bent down, a burst of gold, pierced his eyebrow.

A generation of power is in control, Jia Xidao falls!

For Pan Chen, it might be better to keep Jiaxi Island, but Pan Chen now has the advantage, regardless of whether there is Jia Zhangke like cholera in the Song Dynasty.

At this moment, the void is silent, and the courtiers are appalling, frightening, and silent.

"You, ah!" Emperor Song took a few steps back, shouted loudly, and fell to the dragon chair awkwardly, his face decadent and scared.

"Ming Ming, after all, Emperor Song is the emperor's master, you have done too much."

Not far away, there was a voice, a smell of food, a middle-aged man with chicken legs in his hand, and a middle-aged man with a mouthful of oil said he was a little unhappy.

"Too much?" Pan Chen turned to look at the coming people, and said with a cold smile: "Always call flowers, you go to see the people in the north, you will know that the real passing is not the king, but these Song Dynasty monarch!"

The face is square, the chin is light, the hands are big, the clothes are made one by one, but the clothes are cleaned, with a dog stick in hand and a big gourd painted with red paint on the back.

It was Hong Qigong, the owner of the beggar gang, who saw the beginning and end of the dragon.

"In any case, the monarch is the monarch, the minister is the minister, and must not cross the border!" Hong Gong sighed in his heart.

Although he was also dissatisfied with the Song Dynasty's behavior, Song Dynasty was after all a monarch. He was not even a subject, but just an ordinary person.

"Study!" Huang Rongmei's eyes turned and his little nose wrinkled gently.

Pan Chen gently stroked Huang Rong ’s little head and told her not to make a sound: "Always call flowers, this king respects you with chivalry, but it has never distinguished right from wrong as now." Or because of the mediocrity of Emperor Song The incompetence of He Baiguan can bring you countless beggars and disciples and strengthen the beggar gang, which is why. "

"You fart!" Hong Qigong couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Although the old flower is the master of the beggar gang, he doesn't want to be a beggar all over the world. If all people in the world can live and work, even if not , Also called flowers. "

"In that case, why would you stop the king? You can also see what the emperor did. If there is no king, do you think the disillusionment of the emperor will stop the Mengmeng army?"

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