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Chapter 504 Killing you is just killing the king

Lin'an, Imperial Palace, Funing Hall.

Because he won the battle between Song and Jin, and even captured the enemy emperor alive, the military prestige and morale of the Song Dynasty rose to an extreme, and the personal reputation of Emperor Zhao Gou also reached its peak.

Although he did not make any decisions to win, he was the king of a country after all, and he was the charioteer himself. Therefore, after winning the war and achieving glory comparable to that of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, people looked at him with admiration and admiration wherever he went.

The scene was very similar to how a bald man would be treated seven hundred and eighty years later.

The bald man only shouted about the war of resistance, and secretly made all kinds of insinuations to flatter the enemy and surrender, but he did not like the power of his own side. In the end, after the war ended, he was treated strangely and his reputation reached its peak in history.

Zhao Gou felt that he was in a state of high excitement all the time.

Once upon a time, an envoy from the Kingdom of Jin dared to point his finger at Zhao Gou's nose and curse while standing in the Lin'an court hall, but Zhao Gou did not dare to reply.

But now, all this has completely changed.

Because of the great victory achieved by the imperial commander, he has become the most prestigious person in the world today.

"The nonsense spoken by the scholars below is not unreasonable. I can give it a try. Find a few literati and let them write diaries in my name. It is best to add some slang from the countryside of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I remember that I once stayed in Qingyuan Mansion.

, there is a very interesting sentence "Mama Pi", I want them to add more. When these diaries are passed down to the world a hundred years from now, I will definitely leave a good name in history."

When Zhao Huan thought of this, he felt even happier.

At this time, the Funing Palace looked peaceful from the outside, but inside, every corner was filled with guards wearing samurai uniforms. They were all murderous and heroic. They did not look like the imperial guards acting as show-offs at all, but more like

Elite soldiers who have participated in battlefield fighting.

In fact, this is indeed the case. These hundreds of thousands of guards are all elite soldiers drawn from the front line. They have all participated in the fight with the Jin people. Each of them has a murderous aura and has been trained by the palace guards.

, very loyal to Zhao Gou.

"Your Majesty is a little too cautious. No matter what, Feng Zhou will never know that we are behind the scenes!" A palace minister sighed as he walked away.

"Be careful and nothing serious will happen." Another person smiled slightly and said: "I heard that His Majesty summoned the top military officials one after another, and also summoned Yan Chixia, the chief arrester of the five provinces. Even if those few worldly experts are incompetent, I, the Song Dynasty, have many

Hidden dragons and crouching tigers." Another worshipper said with a smile.

"This Feng Zhou is too dazzling and elusive. He seems to be respectful to His Majesty, but deep down he cannot figure it out at all. It would be best to kill him."

A third person commented.

"Speaking of which, these seven masters should be the most powerful existences in the world. Even if I, the Great Song Dynasty, Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, can I still be stronger than them?" someone asked in confusion.

"Haha, you have also been a worshiper for many years. Don't you know how those outside world masters practice?" The second person just said: "Absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, sit and lie down, swallow and breathe, spend the moon before the flowers

"How can you compare to Yan Chixia, the leader of the five provinces who dominates the world and conquers demons everywhere? That is the Bodhisattva's heart, quick-thinking, and indifferent to fame and fortune. Who among our generation of practitioners can match him?"

While they were talking, they didn't notice that Feng Zhou passed by them.

At this time, Feng Zhou was holding the Invisibility Technique and walking leisurely in the Song Dynasty Palace.

In fact, the invisibility technique is just a small magical method, used to deceive vision, and many magicians will use it.

Therefore, the use of the Invisibility Technique also changes with the cultivation level of the magician.

A person with a high level of cultivation can naturally see through the Hidden God Technique of a low level of cultivation at a glance and break it with a raised hand.

People with low cultivation levels will naturally not be able to detect the invisibility of experts.

But since his cultivation is superb, he naturally does not need to use the Hidden God Technique when facing an opponent weaker than himself.

So, this is almost useless.

If he can reach the stage of refining his energy and transforming into a god, Feng Zhou can use the art of hiding. At that time, his whole person will become intangible and without substance. Even those with higher cultivation levels will find it difficult to see through.

But for now, this level of invisibility is enough.

Even though the palace was so tightly guarded, with a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps, Feng Zhou was allowed to come and go as he pleased.

"Hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the Song Dynasty? Haha, but without this great victory, how many people would listen to your command?" Feng Zhou sneered in his heart with disdain: "But I have heard of that Yan Chixia, this person is anxious for public good.

Yi, who conquers demons and eliminates demons, can be said to be a well-known hero. If he becomes his enemy, I will spare his life three times."

There are many chivalrous people in the world. They do not seek fame or profit, but only want to help others and act chivalrously. Maybe they have some small flaws, but no one is perfect. Even though Feng Zhou has great powers, he respects them.

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Feng Zhou thought like this, and leisurely walked towards Funing Hall according to the detection of his spiritual consciousness. At this time, this building represented the highest power place of the Song Dynasty, and only Zhao Gou was included.

After Feng Zhou entered the Funing Hall, he disappeared and stepped in without any concealment.

"Who let you in without my order?" Zhao Gou, who was standing in front of the window with his back to the door, frowned slightly when he heard Feng Zhou's footsteps, and his voice was cold.

Feng Zhou said nothing, walked straight to the throne, sat on the dragon chair, picked up a memorial and took a look at it.

There is a flood in a certain place and a request is made for funding for disaster relief.

Zhao Gou's instructions were, Got it.

It's really concise and to the point. This is clearly intended to be treated coldly.

This kid's mind has never changed. He is still so cold.

Hearing that the person behind him was silent, Zhao Gou was slightly startled and couldn't help but turn his head. When he saw that the person in the room was not his trusted eunuch, he couldn't help but frown fiercely and shouted with a serious face:

"Bold! Are you...Feng...Fengzhenren?"

From being furious to having a wild expression on his face, it just happened in the blink of an eye.

Feng Zhou read the memorial and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty sent seven masters to surround me and let me go through the wedding ceremony safely. I am here to express my gratitude to Your Majesty."

He scanned a dozen memorials in a row, his eyelids twitching.

The ravaged territory and people in Huainan needed to be resettled, but he ignored them. The people in Suzhou and Hangzhou owed taxes, so he sent troops to forcibly recover them.

The salt merchants along the coast of Zhejiang paid less taxes this year. He did not dare to ask more questions. On the contrary, there was a vegetable-eating demon sect on Guangnan East Road causing trouble. He asked for a strong army to suppress them and refused to recruit them.

It's really not a good thing.

A fatuous king who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

At this time, Zhao Gou's face suddenly turned blue and purple. His skinny hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily, the muscles on his face mobilized, and he squeezed out a voice from between his teeth:

"Feng...Feng Zhenren."

In fact, there were many loyal and brave guards outside Funing Hall. As long as Zhao Gou shouted, countless guards would immediately rush in with sharp weapons and risk their lives to fight against Feng Zhou.

But now Zhao Gou can't stand, his voice has been mute for a long time, and he can't speak. Being able to spit out the three words "Feng Zhenren" is already his limit.

"Your Majesty, why don't you come here, sit down obediently, and let's talk, what do you think?"

Feng Zhou waved his hand, and a strong aura came out. Zhao Gou couldn't help but take steps forward, came to several cases, and sat down slowly.

"I...I...I was wrong. Master Feng, I can give you whatever you want."

Zhao Gou suppressed the panic in his heart and still spoke quickly.

The supreme ruler of the Song Dynasty, the light in his eyes flickered, and his mind was spinning like never before. He knew that Feng Zhou would definitely kill him when he came here.

"You can't kill me. I am the emperor and I have the destiny of the dynasty to protect me. Moreover, if I die, all the civil and military ministers of the dynasty will definitely become your enemy, and the whole world will regard you as a regicide criminal. Your whole

The True Sect will not be able to sustain itself."

As Zhao Gou spoke, he couldn't help but reveal a sense of pride in his eyes: "Master Feng, I promise you that I will never be your enemy from now on. If you are willing, I can make you Minister Zuopushe, Tongping Zhangshi and Privy Councilor."

Envoy, grant the title of Duke of Qin. If you and I join forces, we will be able to sweep the world. We can recruit all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth at our fingertips. Isn't this the best thing?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Gou's eyes shone with a fanatical light.

Back then, in order to survive and become emperor, he could bow down to the Wanyan family and declare himself a minister.

Now, in order to survive and continue to be the emperor, he can also make a wish to the person in front of him to be granted a boat or an official position, he can accept humiliation and compromise, and he can completely ignore all the kingly postures he displayed in front of him in the past.

Feng Zhou couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile: "Just a month ago, Pindao had a detailed discussion with His Majesty for half an hour, planning the next Song and Jin Dynasties. But only a month later, the world has just settled down, Your Majesty

I’m just thinking about burning bridges across the river. No, I’m afraid you’ve been thinking about burning bridges across the river for more than a year, right?”

Feng Zhou shook his head, with a look of contempt on his face: "As a king, you are really unqualified. You can't use your talent. You want to destroy it at the first sign of danger. This is a bad habit passed down from Zhao Guangyi, and now it is almost ruining the country."

What a big joke! Besides, if I, Feng Zhou, want what I want, I can just use my own strength to get it. Do you really think I care about you and the luck of the dynasty?

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Under Zhao Gou's horrified gaze, Feng Zhou stood up and walked out of Funing Hall with his hands behind his back. He said calmly as he walked:

"So what if it is the luck of the dynasty? What if it is the emperor? You are not the only emperor I have killed!"

"Besides, I am a true protector of the country. Killing you is just regicide and has nothing to do with the fate of the dynasty!"

After saying that, Feng Zhou walked away, while Zhao Gou tore his robe to pieces, tied a knot, and strangled himself to death.

On December 27, the 24th year of Shaoxing in the Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Gou of the Song Dynasty was killed in the Funing Hall of Lin'an Palace.

This ignorant and ignorant king who was supposed to live to be eighty years old ended his life thirty-two years early.

The entire Song Dynasty’s top brass was horrified!


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