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Chapter 40

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    Chapter 40: Love collapses

    The sun is about to set, and the clouds leaning against the setting sun are half bright and half turbid.

    The howling wind blows, and the red maple fills the courtyard.

    The fat prince sat on the soft cotton couch, circling his big belly with his hands, feeling depressed.  Waiting, he finally waited, waiting for this moment to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.  No, it¡¯s not waiting, it was him who created it. He personally created this earth-shaking opportunity!

    Thinking of this, he raised his fat hands, his small eyes shone, and looked at it carefully.

    It is true that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers; so he kindly spoke for the Han family and cleverly allowed another beautiful tiger to be left.  It was he who suggested the plan to reuse Han Lang after the queen was about to poison her; it was he who persuaded the late emperor to keep Han Lang's memorial requesting the death of the queen, and told Han Yan repeatedly; he breathed a sigh of relief, the plan was not thorough.  , but luck was surprisingly good. Finally, when the two brothers of the Han family were evenly matched, the news they received now was that both sides would suffer, and it was time to close the net.  It is only natural that people who are diligent can make a profit.

    The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.  He has secretly sent his own soldiers into the city, waiting for the opportunity. In addition, there are tens of thousands of soldiers he transferred from the Cardinal City hidden ten miles outside the city, just waiting to attack from inside and outside, sneak attacks, encirclement and suppression, and catch Han Lang off guard!

    In order to be sure, he even hid the news from his silly son and spread the news to the Yuezhi, asking them to immediately send troops to harass the border.

    I believe it won¡¯t be long

    He smiled, put his hands behind his back, and lay down comfortably on his back; wearing a dragon robe on his body was no longer a dream.

    At the moment when the silver moon rose in the east, Delan Temple inexplicably rang the first Zen bell, one followed by another, a total of eighteen times, the sound was sad and majestic.

    When the lingering sound of the eighteenth bell dissipated, the study door was suddenly kicked open.

    The prince, who was dozing, suddenly turned over and jumped up from the cotton couch.  "What happened?"

    Liu Nianli stood in front of the door and saluted respectfully: "My master is here, and he has come to inform me."

    The old prince blinked his eyes innocently and looked behind Liu Nian¡ª¡ª

    In the courtyard outside the gate, there are more than 20 people on horseback, wearing armor of the same color, all standing tall and straight.  The black horse headed by the general sat down, shaking his head in a rather unflattering manner, and his long black mane flowing down the sides.

    The cool breeze howled, dark clouds passed through the treetops, blocking the moonlight, and the silence was wrapped in murderous intent.

    And this general is Mo Zhexin who is rumored to be detained.

    The old prince's heart suddenly twitched, his eyes flickered, and he smiled, "You said - who is looking for me?"

    "Your Majesty, please move to the living room and let's talk!" In front of him, Liu Nian coldly lowered his elbow and removed his wrist, and slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist. The blade was sharp and without any warmth.

    Before entering the hall, the fat prince saw Han Lang already standing in front of the door waiting.

    The dark clouds slowly moved away, the moonlight illuminated everything, and everything gradually became clear.

    Under the corridor outside the hall, dozens of soldiers were wearing armor, standing in neat rows on the left and right, with a faint smell of blood all around.

    Seeing the old fox¡¯s body, which could twitch with his steps, Han Lang bowed respectfully as usual, ¡°How are you, Your Majesty?¡±

    The Fat Prince began to rub his belly: "Very good, very good. I've eaten very full recently, but constipation is always bad, and my farts are very smelly."

    Han Lang sighed softly, with a look of helplessness on his face. His half-draped eyelashes deeply covered the fierce light in his eyes. When he raised his eyes, he glanced calmly to both sides.

    The armored soldiers all untied the leather bags tied around their waists and threw the contents in front of the prince.

    "Gululu" for a while.

    They are bloody heads.  The old prince's eyes began to freeze.

    "Your Majesty, my men are clumsy and wantonly kill and bleed, staining their faces. Isn't it hard to recognize you, old man? Don't worry, almost all the heads of the generals you sent to infiltrate the capital are here. There should be a lot of them."

    Han Lang paused appropriately and sneered as he watched the fat prince sit down suddenly on the ground, his fat hands tremblingly hidden in his sleeves, but he still raised his head and looked back at him, "Of course, your son Zhou Zhen is not among them, he is in the hall -  ¡ª" After saying that, he pointed somewhere in the hall.

    The prince followed his hand and saw that Zhou Zhen was standing in the middle of the hall with a piece of cloth tied around his mouth and several sharp steel knives hanging on his neck. His robes were torn and oozing with blood, and his face was stained with blood. He was still alive!

    Alive!  Prince Mung Bean narrowed his eyes, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and pursed his lips without saying a word.

    Han Lang showed his playful expression again, half-smiling but not smiling: "Are you still thinking about the tens of thousands of troops stationed outside your city?"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?bsp; ¡°You old guys like you want to break into the palace?¡±

    "Taifu, I should be loyal and urge the emperor to accept the battle as soon as possible." All the veterans bowed their heads and did not shy away.

    "I'm in a bad mood, get away." Han Lang's expression made it clear: I am a mad dog, please cherish your life and keep your distance.

    Everyone was depressed for a while, and one of the old ministers finally got angry, raised his finger and cursed: "You are committing injustice on His Majesty, and you will definitely be punished by your ancestors in the future!"

    Han Lang¡¯s voice became vicious: ¡°Get out!¡±

    "My great mountains and rivers cannot be ruined in the hands of your Han family!" The old minister could no longer hold back, threw his wat on the ground, and rushed to Han Lang.

    The Han family!  ?  Hats off again!

    Han Lang was so angry that he stretched out his kick and kicked him in the chest. The minister immediately fell down with a muffled sound. Before anyone could react, blood was already spattered on the imperial wall.

    Han Lang raised his eyebrows, glanced at the dumbfounded ministers on the left and right, smiled deeply, and waved his sleeves, "You guys, do you have anything else to say?"

    The two sides were in a stalemate, but Pan Ke suddenly popped up in the crowd, walked quickly to Han Lang, and whispered, "Master, Mo Zhexin has robbed the national treasury of grain and has led his troops out of the city without authorization."

    "What!" Han Lang was shocked, and then understood, "What do you do! You actually let him go grab food?"

    These words undoubtedly gave the minister incomparable courage. Everyone once again turned to the bronze gate of the deep palace and kowtowed, "Please send troops, Your Majesty!"

    "I sincerely request the emperor to send troops to fight!"

    Han Lang sneered, listening to their shouts like a tide.

    Suddenly the shouting stopped. Han Lang was puzzled and turned to look¡ª¡ª

    I saw the bright yellow dragon chariot coming slowly and stopping at the head of the city bridge.  Someone inside the chariot said, "It's time to play!"

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    Hua Rong: Dear readers, please don¡¯t get me wrong. I am interested in playing bentwood. The reason why I hold this stick is to grind my teeth.  Good teeth mean good appetite, but more importantly, they are easy to use. When it is time to export, you can export it, overwhelm the black-backed Tibetan Mastiff to death, bite someone's artery in one bite.

    Han Lang:  bite it, bite it, we won¡¯t resist, we will seek death by eating shit and bear the burden of shit, money can¡¯t buy it, I am willing.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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