Jiu'er didn't care about him. When those old ministers were bursting into tears but had no time to stop him, they stretched out their hands to tease Emperor Jing.
Emperor Jing's throat suddenly felt worse than death, with burning pain. When the pain reached the extreme, he cursed a thousand times in his heart and blurted out unpreparedly, "...little...witch!"
Because I couldn't speak for too long, and my body was tortured by the poison and torture needles in my body every day, these three words were so unpleasant and hoarse that it almost hurt my ears.
"Thank you for the compliment, but... Ah Da, give me a slap."
What?!
The courtiers were suddenly struck by thunder and did not react for a moment.
But Ah Da had already slapped Emperor Jing on the left side of his face firmly. At that moment, Emperor Jing's head was knocked to the side, and dark brown blood poured out of the corner of his mouth!
"You...you...your majesty!" Some old ministers almost crawled over on their knees. In their minds, the king being so insulted was even more unacceptable to them than killing them or digging their ancestral graves!
Some even wanted to fight Jiuer on the spot.
"You guilty little beast! I will fight with you!"
"Master Sun, who are you going to fight with?"
The man's voice that suddenly sounded was truly the most beautiful voice in the world, but to everyone's ears, it was definitely the most terrifying voice in the world!
When the man in black robe appeared in everyone's sight, all the cries and sobbing sounds were immediately strangled.
asphyxia!
The little girl jumped over and said, "Daddy, he said he wanted to fight with this little evil beast like me."
Changsun Wuji's purple eyes under his mask glanced sideways at her, and his charming voice seemed to contain a smile, but it was unpredictable and dangerous, "Jiu'er."
"Dear dad, this is what he said. I was just afraid that you didn't hear it clearly, so I just repeated it to you."
It was at this moment that the courtiers, who seemed to have their throats strangled, finally took a breath.
Obviously the person in front of them is no longer the Regent of Dajing in name, but some courtiers still knelt down as if their legs and knees were out of control, "Your Highness the Regent..."
The conservative veterans who knelt beside Emperor Jing trembled and said, "The eldest grandson...the eldest grandson Wuji!"
In the fear of the first hall, "Daddy, daddy." Jiuer tugged on his father's sleeves. After getting his attention, he pointed to the golden dragon chair and said, "I can sit on that one."
Do you want to play with the yellow chair?”
Changsun Wuji's purple eyes under the mask looked half-smiling at the old ministers who dared not breathe again, then touched Jiu'er's little head and said, "Go ahead."
With eyes full of interest, Jiu'er climbed onto the huge dragon chair and jumped on it under the eyes of the veteran ministers.
Didn't the court not let her in, so she stepped on the chair that they respected and yearned for the most.
This move successfully made one of the veterans so angry that he fainted.
If we say that when Jiu'er appeared alone before, Changsun Jue was still thinking about how to deal with Jiu'er and Baili Feiyue. Now, Changsun Jue almost lost all hope of struggling to death.
He had thought about it, but more often than not he did not dare to think about what would have happened if the Nine Emperors Uncle had not died.
But obviously, he couldn't catch the eyes of his Nine Emperors Uncle.
Because he was waiting with anxiety and fear, but people didn’t even look at him!
The eldest grandson Wuji walked towards Emperor Jing. The old ministers around Emperor Jing shivered and trembled, but they gritted their teeth and refused to flinch.
"Changsun Wu...Wuji, what do you want to do? Isn't it enough for you to commit rebellion once? What else do you want to do!"
Another courtier also said with chattering teeth, "Don't talk to him. He is such a cold-blooded executioner who disrespects the monarch's ethics. He has no loyalty to the monarch and patriotism!"
"Yes..." The others trembled as they answered, closely guarding Emperor Jing, "Today we must protect His Majesty even if we die!"
Changsun Wuji stopped, looked down at them, sneered lightly with disdain, and did not comment on anything they said.
"Brother, long time see."
Logically speaking, Emperor Jing could never move. But at this moment, the stretcher made a clanging sound. One can imagine how much perseverance and strength Emperor Jing used to get up.
However, Baili Feiyue first destroyed his body, and then Jiuer implanted a torture needle that was worse than death. For so many days, he was tortured day and night. He had long been a human body with neither human nor ghost.
An empty shell.
Now the emotions are too exciting and even more terrifying.
"The eldest grandson...the eldest grandson..."
An old minister guarding Emperor Jing was still trying to fight to the death. Changsun Wuji glanced at him lightly and said, "Master Chen, don't worry, the emperor will still be his emperor, and I will only be the regent forever."
"From an emperor who can almost make all the decisions and sit back and relax as long as he doesn't disobey me, to a truly complete puppet emperor who can't even sit up. Obviously, my brother is more inclined to the latter."
"You...you..." Even if Emperor Jing could speak, he couldn't make a sound at this moment. On the contrary, the ministers around him kept saying "you", "What's the difference between you and plotting to usurp the throne!"
"Master Sun, you are right, there is really no difference. In other words," the man said meaningfully, "I prefer to appreciate the way you face your royal brother like this every day, but you can do nothing about it."
Finally looking at Changsun Jue, "As for you..."
Changsun Jue didn't want to either, but his knees also refused to obey him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..."
Changsun Wuji did not say anything, but this made Changsun Jue more frightened than killing him immediately.
The eldest grandson Wuji's eyes fell on Mr. Sun who initially said that he was fighting with the little evil beast. "Although Mr. Sun is not very good at talking, he thought of being loyal to the emperor. He cut his tongue and continued to stay in the court to serve the emperor."
Bar."
No one dares to say another word!
If the regent doesn't follow the rules, no one in this whole scene can do anything to him!
They've been wrong before, how wrong they were!
In the past, when the regent was still willing to talk some sense, why did they forget that he could change the situation without giving any reason?
"Xiao Ran."
With the word Changsun Wuji, a group of people came in from the entrance of the palace. The people present had not seen it for a long time, but they were familiar with the existence and feared it to the core of their bones - Jin Yiwei!
Jin Yiwei always does things without emotion and neatly.
Putting aside Master Sun's screams and tongue, the Jin Yiwei also brought in someone. This man was simply the backbone of the conservative faction. Someone burst into tears and said, "Old Master Fu!"
Yes, it was none other than the old master who finally resigned and returned to his hometown when Baili Feiyue tried to teach Baili Feiyue the rules several times before but was slapped in the face. Baili Feiyue was rude and disrespectful.
However, the expression of the old lady now is very different from that of the old lady who was full of high spirits and absolutely supported the loyal monarch.
It has only been a few months, but now he is so old that he can hardly see.
"Taifu, please say something!" A courtier said hopefully.
However, the almost decrepit old lady was like an empty shell without a soul and gave them no response at all.
"Chang..." The courtier looked at Changsun Wuji, "What did you do to the old master!"
The eldest grandson Wuji said directly to Xiao Ran, "From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of our emperor." This made Emperor Jing unable to even wish for death!
"Yes, sir!" Xiao Ran responded respectfully, as if he couldn't see anything else in the palace. Not only him, but all the Jinyi guards were the same.
"Jiu'er, bring it."
Jiu'er, who had been playing by himself on the dragon chair for a long time, looked at his own father innocently and puzzled, "Dad, what are you bringing?"