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Chapter 30

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    Chapter 30: Dazzling Blood

    The world outside the coffin is chaotic, and inside the coffin is pitch black.

    Han Lang closed his eyes knowingly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it.  The mercury was still pouring slowly around him, and the sound made him upset. He stretched out his hand and wrote on the coffin wall, writing repeatedly.  The content is simple, just three words: "Death Huarong".

    Although it has gone from gritting one¡¯s teeth to slowing down.

    But it¡¯s still just three words.

    die

    magnificent

    Allow.

    The mercury evaporated at a grinding speed, causing pain in his eyes, nose, and throat. It was like poison pouring straight into his heart and lungs.

    The air starts to get thinner and people start to sweat.

    Don¡¯t breathe heavily, otherwise it will be even more uncomfortable.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? since we are no longer panting, are getting hotter.  Totally useless!

    He thought that his mind had always been like a clear mirror. After knowing that he was about to die, he understood that life was very fragile. It could be broken or gone. He always thought that he didn't care, but in the end he was still a serious person and died.  I am not willing to be so uncomfortable!

    There was a strange sound in the silence. Han Lang didn't bother to identify it, he just listened.  The sound came one after another with no pattern.

    However, it felt like it was getting louder and louder, as if it was getting closer.

    Somehow, Han Lang's heart was tugged.  Is there someone nearby?

    With such a heart-wrenching feeling, the person took a few deep breaths unconsciously, and his throat began to burn embarrassingly.

    Han Lang tried his best to control his emotions and not to explode. He began to hold his breath and concentrate. There were still three words written on his hand: Death Huarong.

    The difference is that every time he writes three times, he will take a breath; every time he writes ten times, he will knock on the coffin board a few times.

    Of course, the cold sweat is still like a waterfall.

    You can¡¯t tell when it rains in the rainy season. It changes when the sky says it will. The rain will stop for a while and fall for a while.

    The blow lasted for a while and then suddenly stopped.

    Hua Rong held on to his sobriety and continued digging, even more diligently than a tomb robber.

    The one who couldn't hold on was Liuyun, who fell down and sank into the mud.

    Hua Rong hurriedly went over to help him up and pat his muddy face.

    Liu Yun finally turned around and forced a smile. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he vaguely heard a voice.

    Huarong frowned, obviously hearing it.

    The sound was muffled and came every now and then, but it was quite regular.

    Liu Yun and Hua Rong exchanged glances, their only hope.

    Cheer up and keep digging, with the same goal.  Just halfway through digging, the sound stopped.  Liuyun took a breath, put aside the shovel, and dug in with both hands.  Not long after, all ten fingers were covered with black mud and blood.

    Hua Rong was stiff for a while, his eyes were burning, and he turned over the shovel firmly and continued digging. A drop of water dripped down his face and disappeared straight into the soil.

    It¡¯s either beads of sweat or raindrops.

    When the coffin was opened wide, Huarong was actually a little exhausted, his hands were weak and his breathing was heavy.

    Han Lang was lying on his back, upright.  His wet hair stuck tightly to his forehead, and his face could not be seen clearly at night, but Hua Rong's fingers were under his nose and he was out of breath, so he quickly felt his body temperature.

    "It should be fine." Hua Rong murmured and pursed his lips again, staring at the coffin, tapping acupoints, pinching and pushing, and rescuing with full internal strength.

    Within a moment, Han Lang let out a violent cough, vomited a few nausea, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were stiff and unfocused, and they were in a daze for a long time.

    "Your Majesty, are you awake?" Hua Rong smiled and wiped his sweat.  Liu Yun sat slumped on the ground, eyes filled with tears.

    Han Lang obviously felt the sound. He opened his eyes but was at a loss. He didn't know where to look and even wanted to use his nose to smell the human scent.

    Huarong stretched out his hand and gave him guidance.  Han Lang finally muttered and put his hand softly on Hua Rong's shoulder, feeling the pulsation of Hua Rong's meridians with his cold lips.

    ¡°Dong dong.¡± The heartbeat is quite strong.

    "Whoare you?" Han Lang asked belatedly, this voice was familiar to him.

    "I am Hua Rong. Not the emperor, not Chu Mo, but Hua Rong. You must remember, it is Hua Rong." Hua Rong said word by word.

    Han Lang took several breaths greedily, his throat hurt, and he could only ask intermittently, "Huarong?"

    "yes."

    "Whycan it be you?"

    Hua Rong did not answer the question, but smiled and said, "I just hope that the prince will regain control of the court and grant me a border in the future."

    Han Lang¡¯s throat finally stopped hurting.He escaped and after staying temporarily in the Han family cemetery, he fled to the western suburbs.

    Han Yan understood immediately that they wanted to escape to the rabbit cave.  Do you really think that no one can find the cunning rabbit?

    He rubbed his brows, lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Let me use cannons to level the Funing King's Villa in the western suburbs."

    A simple command is enough to make this night wonderful.

    The sky was burning brightly, and the bombardment was like thunder.

    On the ground, the sounds of soldiers trampling in the streets and alleys made the people panic. How could they sleep? The timid ones huddled in the corner of the bed and couldn't breathe, while the bold ones packed their bags in the dark.

    But no one dared to step out of the house. The military commander outside made it very clear that anyone who leaves home without permission will die!

    The meeting hall of Pingzhaohou Mansion was brightly lit with candles.

    Three or five figures swayed slightly in the damp wooden window, whispering to each other, looking restless.

    Ping Zhaohou Zhou Zhen, who was sitting in the chief position, threw down the tea cup in his hand. The light green fine porcelain shattered and water splashed all over the floor.

    "You surnamed Lin, don't lie to me that there is no one in the royal family! You want to ask for the military power of several of our royal relatives, you are delusional!" Although he is a collateral member of the Zhou family clan, he still belongs to the royal family after all, and there should be a limit to tolerance.

    Standing in the hall, Lin Luoyin raised his head calmly as he asked for orders, his dark brown eyes reflected the candlelight: "Master Marquis, do you really think that having hundreds of guards at your disposal can be regarded as military power?" The rhetorical question was honest and unpretentious, but it was like the stab of an ice knife.  The bones of the human heart.

    The purpose of Lin Luoyin's trip was clear: Han Yan wanted to use the pretext of quelling the riots and the lack of soldiers in the city to get the emperors who held military positions in the court to hand over their few remaining troops.

    Zhou Zhen was suddenly speechless, and a breath of bad breath filled his chest.

    Lin Luoyin lowered his head again, waiting for good news.  As long as they get the approval of Marquis Ping Zhao, others will naturally follow.

    At this time, the tiles on the top of the palace made a cracking sound, small but crisp!

    "There's someone eavesdropping in the room!" Lin Luoyin alerted, flashed his sword, and rushed out the door first, but there was no one in the room.

    Lin Luoyin's eyes turned and he quickly ran to the arch at the end of the corridor. Someone just pushed the door open and entered.  He immediately raised his sword, pointed it accurately at the person's throat, and shouted: "Who is it?"

    "Master Lin, please spare your life, I am from the old prince's house!" The man hurriedly waved his hands and begged.  "On that day, when you came to see the old prince, I was there to help you pour tea. Did you forget, sir? You don't kill me!"

    Lin Luoyin raised his eyebrows. It was indeed a servant's attire. Filtering through his mind, he didn't have much of an impression. However, the sword head was still withdrawn half a millimeter.

    At this moment, Ping Zhaohou also ran out of the hall with several other royal relatives.

    When Zhou Zhen saw the man, he quickly confirmed: "General Lin, don't do anything yet! This man is really a domestic slave in my father's palace."

    Lin Luoyin just sheathed her sword before she could speak.  Zhou Zhen turned around and asked the servant: "Guang'an, did you see any suspicious people passing by?"

    Guang'an shook his head and said: "Yuanzi Daohei, as soon as I touched the door, General Lin pointed his sword at me."

    Lin Luoyin asked: "It's so late, what's the matter with you coming here?"

    Zhou Zhen squinted his eyes in displeasure, but did not get angry. His eyes hinted at Guang'an's answer.

    Guang'an nodded respectfully and replied: "The old prince asked him to come here. He the wooden bed he slept on collapsed again at night. I wanted to ask someone to repair it, but now there are bans everywhere in the city, so I came here because I was lucky.  I would like to ask Lord Marquis to come forward and help."

    No one expected this to happen, someone behind Ping Zhaohou laughed sullenly.

    Zhou Zhen pretended that he didn't hear anything and just said with a cold face: "It collapsed again? In less than half a month, he has already collapsed three beds in his sleep! Tell him to go down and change the iron!" The busier the time, this useless one  Dad will get into trouble more and more.

    Guang'an still lowered his head: "Your Majesty has told me that I want the bed made by Carpenter Yao on Fuqiang Street in the west city gate."

    "I told you, change the iron!"

    "Master Hou! The old prince also said that he needs it tonight, otherwise he will keep rolling on the ground until the bed is ready."

    The laughter behind him started again, much more wild than before.  Zhou Zhen's eyes widened and he pursed his lips in anger.

    Lin Luoyin was very accommodating and took the opportunity to persuade: "Why don't you hand over your military power quickly? I can send someone to find Carpenter Yao right away."

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    Guang'an also sighed with relief in order to be able to handle matters properly: "General Lin, let me lead the way. Carpenter Yao's home is not that easy to find."

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