Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 365 The sickly beauty Emperor Master vomited blood again 14

Darong's imperial army was scattered in all directions by Beicheng Chong. Although the local military power was in Chen Yao's hands, he was afraid that he would not be able to take it back and use it for himself.

Therefore, he killed the Yao family's Duke of Wu, Yao Yunque.

After taking possession of the Yao family's wealth and holding the fish talisman for mobilizing the government soldiers tightly in his hand, Chen Yao finally let go of his worries.

He no longer hid, summoned the important officials of the Jiangnan family, announced that he would move the capital to Jeju, offered sacrifices to heaven in a palace in the south of the Yangtze River, and continued his extravagant and lustful imperial life.

When the news reached Beicheng, Zhou Jiuzhi opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Chen Yao is not dead.

Then who is the man in Dali Temple Prison?

Is it...

When Zhou Jiuzhi thought of some possibility, a surge of blood immediately surged from his chest.

[Ding, Zhou Ji’s blackening value is -20, and the current blackening value is 60]

[Ding, Zhou Ji’s strategy value is +20, and the current strategy value is 40]

He stood up suddenly and said to Wang Suxi beside him: "Prepare your horse!"

Horseback riding was not allowed in the palace, but Zhou Jiuzhi was the emperor.

The palace attendant immediately untied the carriage, pulled a horse over to the emperor, and hurriedly saddled the horse.

Zhou Jizhi had experience in the frontier and was able to ride any kind of horse. He immediately waved the man away, got on his horse and galloped towards the Dali Temple Prison outside the palace.

That dragon robe appeared in front of the prison, and the people in Dali Temple knelt down in a crowd.

Zhou Jiuzhi jumped off his horse, his expression tense and his heart beating like a drum: "Get up! Where is the man sent from the palace?"

After the words fell, the chief secretary of Dali Temple, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly had a look on his face.

After capturing this scene, Zhou Jizhi's heart skipped a beat: "Is he dead?"

Zhou Jiuzhi's fingers trembled slightly when he thought of Yun Chen's manuscripts, his beautiful features, and his dignified temperament that had not diminished at all even when he became a prisoner.

The scapegoat sent by Chen Yao may be the young master of the Yao family!

But the cold wind blowing along the way made Zhou Jiuzhi calm down again.

If Chen Yao had any brains, he shouldn't take the risk of sending a great talent like Yao Yunchen to him.

Moreover, Chen Yao rushed to raid the Yao family as soon as he arrived in Jiangnan. It is very likely that Yao Yunchen really died in the fire...

But he is not Chen Yao.

Not the subjugated king who should be cut into pieces!

Zhou Jiuzhi picked up the collar of the chief secretary of Dali Temple, pulled him up, and said sullenly: "Speak!"

"No! He's not dead, but he didn't walk well and fell, hitting his head..."

Zhou Jiuzhi cursed angrily and threw the person away: "Why don't you take Gu alone there too!"

"Yes Yes!"

After Yun Chen was sent here, as usual, he had to be taken to have a stylus session.

But the carriage that brought him here was bumpy all the way, and Yun Chen choked on several mouthfuls of blood, feeling weak and weak all over.

As soon as he was lifted up by the jailer, he was knocked forward by the collar around his neck. His forehead was hit hard on the ground, and he was bleeding profusely and fell unconscious.

Yun Chen is not immune to this prison sentence.

He kowtowed and dived into the system space. He didn't care about the chaos outside and went to eat melon seeds with his legs crossed.

The minister of Dali Temple did not dare to alarm the emperor and called the prison doctor over.

But this man had no consciousness at all, his pulse seemed to be absent, and the medicine could not be fed. The Minister of Dali Temple could only hope that the emperor would come and take him away soon, so that he would not die and cause a lot of trouble.

When Zhou Jiuzhi arrived, the jailer was ordered to pour ginseng soup into Yun Chen's mouth to hang himself.

The soup flowed down the corner of Yun Chen's mouth, and he just lay there unconsciously, wondering if he was dead. The blood on his lips faded, and he was as pale as his face!

Zhou Jiuzhi was suddenly frightened and shouted: "Get away!"

He came over to pick her up and put the cold body against his chest: "I'm sorry, I blame you..."

Yun Chen's body was like a piece of ice, unable to keep warm no matter what.

Zhou Jiuzhi took off the fatal collar and held up Yun Chen's blood-stained neck again with his arms.

He wanted to check, but he didn't dare touch the wound on his head.

But he could no longer feel Yun Chen's pulse, so he could only keep patting his face and rubbing his chest to calm him down: "Wake up, can you hear what Gu is saying?"

After taking off the collar, Yun Chen breathed a little easier, regained some consciousness, and frowned in discomfort.

When Zhou Jiuzhi mistook him for the faint king, he couldn't help but feel distressed several times.

Now that I know that he is not Chen Yao, when I see him with such an uncomfortable frown, my heart feels like being stabbed by someone. I feel helpless and touch his back, comforting him softly: "It's okay, it's okay, I will never be alone again." Don’t be afraid of hurting you..."

Zhou Jizhi ordered people to burn hot coals in the carriage and carefully put the dying man into his arms to keep him warm.

Yun Chen had been shaking since he woke up, and Zhou Jiuzhi coaxed him along with his soft tone.

The carriage stopped, and guards kept reaching out to pick it up.

When they discovered that Yun Chen was wrapped in a Dacheng dragon robe, they retracted their hands in tacit agreement and stepped aside stiffly.

Zhou Jiuzhi pursed his thin lips into a tight line, stepped quickly, and carried the person into the bedroom.