Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 353 The sickly beauty Emperor Master vomited blood again 02

After the military master arrived, Yun Chen's life was saved, but the damage that had been caused could not be repaired.

In addition, the northern military doctor had a heroic temperament. When treating poison, he cut his arm and drained a lot of poisonous blood.

After being fed several bowls of scalding soup, Yun Chen fell into a deep coma due to blood loss.

He lay in the military tent for a day and a night, then was wrapped in a straw mat, thrown into a sedan, and swayed northward with the carriage.

The guarding soldier kicked Yun Chen on the shoulder: "The Emperor of the Southern Dynasty is indeed as beautiful as the rumors say, as beautiful as a woman."

"Stop kicking, the people the Holy One has named to be captured alive, how many heads will you behead if they are killed?"

"I just want to say that the skin of Jiangnan men is so soft, wouldn't women..."

"Shut up you!"

When he woke up again, Yun Chen found himself lying in a haystack, surrounded by three walls and one sealed by a dark iron fence.

He was taken as a prisoner and taken to the Cheng Dynasty in the north.

Yun Chen sat up and leaned against the wall in confusion, his dragon robe in tatters.

he didn't die...

Yun Chen originally thought that with Chen Yao's temperament, he should just give him a poison without leaving him alive.

He was absolutely loyal to Rong Chao, full of admiration for Chen Yao, and was willing to swallow this poison.

But Chen Yao didn't lie to him. This was really a drug to fake death!

perhaps……

He still misses his old love that grew up with him!

Yun Chen couldn't help but think of the scene of young Chen Yao jumping into the river to save himself.

The beautiful young man jumped into the river regardless of his royal dignity, then knelt on the ground and called his name anxiously, begging him not to die...

Yun Chen's heart suddenly softened, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

He closed his eyes and began to silently pray for Da Rong and Chen Yao.

This imperial master's body was already very weak, and now that he was injured, he couldn't hold on for long.

Just when Yun Chen was about to fall asleep again, two jailers came over and unlocked the door: "Stand up!"

"Come with us."

Yun Chen's hands were handcuffed and he staggered to keep up with them. From time to time he would be kicked by a passing prison guard: "The dog emperor who suffered a thousand cuts!"

"Damn it, how can he have the nerve to wear this dragon robe!"

"Hmph, just wait and see, the Holy Emperor will never let him go."

Yun Chen was thrown into the carriage and taken to Dacheng's palace.

He was thrown to the ground roughly, his knees hit the hard stone ground, and he fell to the ground in pain, covered in cold sweat.

When he was in the Southern Dynasties, he was often kicked to the ground by the moody Chen Yao.

But in the Southern Dynasty, soft blankets are spread on the floor of the sleeping hall.

It was different in the Northern Dynasties. Even the emperor's palace was as hard as a big stone.

Except for the golden dragons flying on the stone pillars, this place was spacious and cold, even worse than his Imperial Master's Mansion.

"Kneel down!"

The guard held the sword at his waist: "This is the Holy Sage's chamber, don't try to play any tricks!"

Yun Chen's head was pressed down by the knife, but he couldn't help but think in his heart.

The guards here can actually carry swords in the emperor's chamber and speak loudly.

Sure enough, it is the north with strong folk customs.

There was a sound of wind, and a tall and handsome man walked out of the inner hall of the palace.

A man wearing a dark red dragon robe walked over. His hard leather black boots kicked Yun Chen down as he stood up, and he stepped on his knees and crushed him hard.

The sound of bones breaking sounded, and Yun Chen screamed, his eyes hurting so much that stars popped out of his eyes.

His leg should be useless...

[System 112: He is the main god, Zhou Jizhi, the emperor of Dacheng. ]

[Yun Chen: Look at the values. ]

[Ding, Zhou Ji’s strategy value: 0]

[Ding, Zhou Ji’s blackening value: 100]

[Yun Chen: Oh ho. ] This damn, familiar smell.

Zhou Jizhi was not a direct descendant. When he was young, he served as a hostage in Da Rong and was tortured severely by Chen Yao, who was still the prince at the time.

Yao Yunchen saved him once, and secretly wrote a letter to send Zhou Jizhi back to Dacheng.

It’s not that he meant to let the tiger go back to the mountains.

He was afraid that Zhou Ji would die in Da Rong, and Dacheng would use this as a reason to declare war on the south.

When Yun Chen was about to faint from the pain, Zhou Jiuzhi removed his black boots and looked down at Yun Chen.

The emperors in the north are as majestic as the towering walls here.

Zhou Jiuzhi bent down and lifted up Yun Chen's collar, his big hands as indestructible as iron shackles.

Those handsome and oppressive phoenix eyes stared at Yun Chen, seemingly confirming something.

Zhou Jiuzhi was only nine years old when he became a proton.

Prince Da Rong, Chen Yao and Yao Yunchen, had been raised together since they were young. The rules for undergarments and shoes and socks were exactly the same, and northerners always felt similar when looking at southerners. Coupled with Yunchen's noble aura, Zhou Jizhi naturally No clues can be seen.

Chen Yao indeed found the wrong person.

Only Yao Yunchen could put on a dragon robe and pretend to be him, deceiving Zhou Jizhi's eyes.

Zhou Jiuzhi turned around and sat on the dragon chair in the outer hall. A large shadow fell on Yun Chen's head.

The man's deep voice chuckled and said sarcastically: "Your Majesty, do you still remember me?"