The Return of the Demon

"Old Feng, you continue to lead people to guard the South Gate, and no one is allowed to escape!"

Feng Qizheng said: "Yes!"

Ning Chen looked at Yue Congyun, "Take people to help Yuan Long."

"I obey your order!"

Yue Congyun left dozens of Ning'an soldiers to protect Ning Chen, and then left with others.

Ning Chen asked someone to take King Rui back to the governor's mansion.

The downpour turned into a drizzle.

But every street and every alley in the city was fighting.

The little Showa dwarf suffered heavy casualties.

Because in addition to the Ning'an Army and the Southern Border Army, the people in the city also launched a resistance.

They held sickles, hoes, rakes and other farm tools, and when they met the lone Showa soldiers, they rushed up and vented their anger.

The Showa army entered the city, burned, killed and looted, and they all had relatives and friends who died at the hands of these beasts.

Ning Chen returned to the governor's mansion and changed into a dry set of clothes first.

In the room, King Rui was full of fear and trembling all over.

One was because of fear.

The other was because of the pain. One of his legs was broken by Diao Chan.

Ning Chen changed into dry clothes and came to the room.

He looked at King Rui and got straight to the point, "Where are the remains of the late emperor?"

King Rui said tremblingly, "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"

He didn't dare to call himself "Zhen" anymore!

Ning Chen sneered, "What do you think?"

King Rui said, "I'm going to die anyway, so why should I say it?"

Ning Chen laughed in anger, "You are such a filial son. Those are your father's remains. In the underworld, aren't you afraid that he will settle accounts with you?"

King Rui sneered, "I don't have such a father. In the underworld, I will ask him why he passed the throne to the incompetent Zhang Chengyun instead of me?

In terms of strategy and talent, how am I inferior to him, Zhang Chengyun?"

Ning Chen shook his head, and was also very confused. He said indifferently: "Brothers killed each other, robbed their own ancestral tombs, demolished their father's remains, colluded with foreign enemies to harm the people... Just for that chair, they didn't even become human beings?"

King Rui looked up at him, "Ning Chen, ask everyone in the world, who doesn't want to be an emperor? Power is like magic powder. Once you get it, you can't stop.

Students all over the world, study hard for ten years, and try their best to get into high school... Do you think they really love Study? They just want to be officials and want power.

In one's lifetime, one either becomes a person who makes rules or becomes a person who is bound by rules... That chair represents supreme power, and no one in this world does not want it. "

Ning Chen shrugged, "I just don't want it."

King Rui was stunned, looking at Ning Chen with doubts, "This is also what I have always been confused about... Ning Chen, you are a natural talent, the Grand Marshal of the Great Xuan Army, and you hold the military power of the world. If you want to sit on the dragon throne, it will be easy. Why do you have to be under the incompetent Zhang Chengyun? "

Ning Chen said lightly: "First, His Majesty is not incompetent, and no one can match him in recognizing people and using them well.

Second, I am different from you. His Majesty treats me like a son and gives me all the grace. How can I rebel against my father? Isn't this a beastly act?

Third, being an emperor is too tiring, and I don't want it. "

King Rui suddenly sneered, with a mocking face.

"He knows how to use people? He is just lucky. Only when General Chen came first and you came later, can he sit firmly on the throne."

Ning Chen said indifferently: "Luck is also a part of strength!"

Prince Rui sneered: "Ning Chen, you really don't understand the royal family... Royal families have always been fickle. Do you think Zhang Chengyun really treats you? He just needs you now and is using you.

I grew up with him since I was a child. In terms of hypocrisy, no one can compare to him.

Ning Chen, do you know why I want to rebel?"

Ning Chen looked at him and said indifferently: "Because I am not convinced and unwilling?"

"That's right, I am not convinced... If Brother Cheng Wang becomes the emperor, I will never rebel, because Brother Cheng Wang is more talented than me, I am convinced!

But what ability does Zhang Chengyun have? He is cowardly, indecisive, pretends to be kind every day, and his hypocritical appearance is disgusting..."

Swish! ! !

A cold light flashed.

Ning Chen drew his sword and pressed it against the throat of Prince Rui.

Prince Rui shuddered and swallowed the rest of his words.

Ning Chen said word by word: "You, a twisted person, will never understand the greatness of your majesty."

Is Emperor Xuan really an indecisive person? No, he is not... He is just kind.

Ning Chen always felt that Emperor Xuan was very similar to someone, Song Renzong of the Song Dynasty.

Song Renzong was more kind than Emperor Xuan. When ministers spoke to him and spit on his face, he would not get angry, but turned his head and wiped it quietly. He went out for a walk, his mouth was dry and he wanted to drink water. He found that his entourage did not bring a kettle. He endured it all the way because he wanted to drink water, and the subordinates would be punished if they could not take out the kettle.

When he ate a grain of sand while eating, it hurt his teeth, and scared the palace maids and eunuchs to kneel on the ground, but he asked them not to make it public... Because once this matter spread, the cook who cooked would die!

There were countless such things in Song Renzong.

You can say he was indecisive, but he sat on the throne for 42 years and created the prosperous era of Renzong.

After his death, the whole capital was in tears, and the crying continued for several days... Even the emperors of neighboring countries cried when they heard that Song Renzong had died.

Not to mention neighboring countries, even the emperors of enemy countries cried loudly when they heard the news of Song Renzong's death, and they built a tomb for him and worshipped his face as their ancestor.

Ning Chen slapped the face of King Rui with his sword and sneered, "In my heart, people like King Cheng and King Fu are not as good as a hair of your majesty.

If it were any other emperor, with my style of doing things, I would not be able to live to this day... But I am lucky to have met your majesty, not only did I not die, but I am also alive and well, with overwhelming power.

So I will not rebel, and I will never allow others to rebel... I will kill anyone who dares to covet your majesty's throne!"

Ning Chen paused and continued, "You are not qualified to evaluate your majesty... Tell me, where are the remains of the late emperor?

You are a prince, and you have established yourself as an emperor. You are also a relatively successful rebel. To be fair, you are a person of character... Don't let yourself die too undignified."

King Rui sneered, "People are dead, do you think I care about whether it is dignified or not? But you want to know where the remains of the late emperor are so much? Then this king will tell you... Have you seen the remains of the late emperor?"

"Have I seen it?"

Ning Chen frowned slightly, his mind racing.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Those corpses and skeletons on the city wall?"

King Rui laughed strangely, "Yes! The remains of the late emperor are among them, but I don't know if you can find the real remains of the late emperor from them?"

Ning Chen's mouth twitched. There were hundreds of corpses and skeletons hanging on the city wall. It was not easy to find the remains of the late emperor from them.

"Zhang Chengji, you are really a beast... That's your father!"

King Rui said disdainfully: "So what?"

Ning Chen: "..."

This guy is really perverted and outrageous.