Gu Yuanbai had a dream while he was unconscious.
That dream could be faked, and in a trance, Gu Yuanbai felt as if he had returned to modern times.
He sat in the helicopter, the loud roar right next to his ears. Hair fluttered in the wind, and the wind at high altitude caught the harsh light, as cold as snow and ice.
Gu Yuanbai only took one look and knew that this was before the high jump.
It was in the middle of this jump that he awakened to the little emperor the moment he passed through the clouds.
The driver turned around and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Almost there."
The wind blowing across his face, and the flesh quivering on his face as the driver tugged at his throat, the details were too real to be a dream. If it wasn't a dream, he was back?
Gu Yuanbai raised his hand to touch the invisible wind in the air, black leather finger cuffs wrapped around his palms, his five fingers pierced through the gloves, long and strong, with clear bones. White, yet white and healthy.
He curled his fingers, which was a completely different hand than the little emperor's.
Still dancing?
Gu Yuanbai lowered his head and organized the equipment on his body, he was a veteran, and he didn't need to be led by someone to parachute. He moved to the hatch, gave an "OK" as he remembered, and then took a step forward to jump out.
The whole world is calm.
Mountains, rivers, the layered and beautiful earth unfolded before his eyes behind the clouds, his brain went blank, and when he was about to cross the clouds, Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes.
When he was conscious again, it was a warm hand over his eyes.
Xue Yuan's voice rang out from the side, a bit low and muffled, "Still not awake, Gu Convergence?"
Gu Yuanbai listened to his voice, felt the softness of this bed and couch, and thought, I am back.
He couldn't move his body, so he blinked slowly.
Long eyelashes swept past Xue Yuan's palm, and Xue Yuan's entire body stiffened; he froze for a long time before he hurriedly lowered his head, his forehead pressing against Gu Yuanbai's through his palm, and carefully said, "Are you awake?"
His voice was shaking with nervousness.
Gu Yuanbai blinked extremely slowly again.
Wake up.
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His holiness's face was pale, coughing intermittently, he put down his hand and looked at the frightened courtiers below him, slowly smiled, "What, can't talk when you see me?"
Captain Wang and a few courtiers around him turned pale and fell to the ground as soon as their knees went weak.
The saint called out in a low voice, "Captain Wang."
Captain Wang already had a look of despair on his face, "I am here."
"You have not returned to me," the saint took a step forward, the jade crown in his hair finally stepping into the blazing sun, daylight passing through his side, pulling out a long, gently swaying shadow of subdued color on the ground, "I'm not dead, is that reason enough or will it be enough?"
Step by step, His Holiness walked down the steps, and step by step, he walked in front of Captain Wang. His steps were like life-saving butcher knives, and the civil and military officials knelt down and stepped back to clear this path under the Holy Lord's feet.
At the end of this road is Captain Wang and his cohorts.
Captain Wang's brain was white, his legs were weak, his spine no longer even had the strength to straighten up, his heart constantly screamed with regret and fear, His Holiness had been in a coma for dozens of days, causing Captain Wang to forget his majesty and horrors, and only when His Holiness woke up and stood in front of him again did every pore of Captain Wang's body howl with fear, and only then did he remember what this Emperor's majesty had once done.
Gu Yuanbai, this is the Gu Yuanbai who once bloodied the Qi King's residence and killed the rebels.
Lieutenant Wang's hands were already trembling involuntarily, and he heard the sound of teeth knocking around his ears, and when he looked sideways, it turned out to be the allied officials.
They were already so scared that they started to shiver.
Gu Yuanbai finally walked up to Captain Wang and his cohorts.
The bright yellow dragon boots had a fierce golden dragon with cold eyes. This dragon was reflected in the eyes of the few people kneeling on the ground, and beads of sweat slipped off their foreheads and dripped down before the swimming dragon.
"Your Holiness," someone already couldn't help but kowtow, a dull sound resounding, "I was wrong!"
Gu Yuanbai's face was less chi and blood, and his body smelled strongly of medicinal juice; he coughed softly and asked softly, "I can't afford to be at fault with you guys."
Heavy footsteps sounded in unison, and a team of forbidden soldiers clad in black armor ran in from outside. The forbidden soldiers were armed with shields and swords, each strong and tall, staring intently at the civil and military officials on the ground.
Gu Yuanbai said, "Take it down."
The forbidden army rushed forward, like a tiger, and accurately arrested and suppressed the few party members that Mr. Wang had secretly contacted. Gu Yuanbai looked at the courtiers who kept crying out for wrongdoing and admitting their faults, his brows so calm that they did not fluctuate.
A minister who risked his life to admonish him said with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, the actions proposed by Lord Wang are also for the sake of the stability of the court and the people's peace of mind."
"I understand," Gu Yuanbai suddenly smiled, "Tian Fusheng."
Tian Fusheng immediately held a roll of imperial decree and walked out quickly, reading the crimes committed by these people in the imperial decree.
For his part, His Holiness turned around in the midst of this pronouncement and walked towards the temple without any delay.
The officials tilted their heads and looked at the back of the saint, the uneasiness and panic in their hearts gradually calmed down. After Tian Fusheng finished reading, smilingly said "please go back to your government offices", the hundred officials did not even utter a word of rebuttal, peacefully walking with their colleagues to their respective government offices in twos and threes.
Once His Holiness woke up, he was like a lofty mountain, and as long as this mountain was here, he could shock the hundred officials and stabilize the hearts of the people of the world.
In the middle of the hall, Mr. Wang and his Fusanese friend had been pressed to their knees.
Four of the Fusang man's fingers had been broken, and blood flowed out and spilled all over the ground. The two wolves were dragged aside by the guards, and between their fangs and saliva, there was still blood stained from biting off the Fusang man's fingers.
Gu Yuanbai was helped step by step by Xue Yuan and slowly walked to the table to sit down.
This fainting under the huge disturbance of his heart and mind, coupled with the hazards of inhaling the Western Xia State Incense for dozens of days before, had made Gu Yuanbai's body very weak. He leaned on top of the back of the chair, having to take a break and gasp for a few breaths with every word he spoke.
"The Fusang people," Gu Yuanbai said with his eyes slightly closed, letting someone bring over an unlit spice, "Fusang's spice."
Mr. Wang's face, which had always been calmly looking at death, finally sank a bit at this moment.
Gu Yuanbai laughed softly a few times and handed the spice to Xue Yuan, "Take it to them."
Xue Yuan took the spice up and flicked it under Wang's nose.
Wang stared at Spice for a moment in death, then closed his eyes without a word.
Xue Yuan tsked all over and stood up straight and stepped aside.
Gu Yuanbai took several quiet breaths before continuing again, "When I fainted, the second prince of Western Xia had already run back to Western Xia with his people."
He spoke slowly, "The people I sent to explore Western Xia wrote back, and the talents used by the Western Xia State are either locked up in a dungeon or hiding behind closed doors from the disaster."
"The people in Western Xia who inhaled the spices you made are the political enemies of the Second Prince of Western Xia, and the country's tumors, and the powerful men who blocked the way," Gu Yuanbai coughed several times again before saying, "He used the spices to secretly allow his political enemies to persecute the good ministers, and then he rescued them in secret, and all those talents, the good ministers, who were locked up in the dungeon, have all been submitted to the hands of the Second Prince of Western Xia."
Gu Yuanbai smiled sullenly, "Generals with military power in their hands have also become his followers."
"He spoke beautifully to me, saying that Fusang was the aggressor and Western Xia was the victimized party," Gu Yuanbai smiled deeper, pointing at Mr. Wang and the Fusang man who was in pain and had already half fainted, "but it was clearly him who took advantage of you, Fusang."
The second prince of Western Xia used the spices of Fusan to thoroughly clean the upper echelons of Western Xia, which is why, in the original, he disregarded Kong Yilin's origin and thus rehired him because he had no one else to use.
The talents in those dungeons, the good ministers he had taken under his wing, these were not enough, they were few and far between.
Now the second prince of Western Xia felt that the spice use of Fusan was no longer available and felt that Fusan was starting to burn, so he wanted to start with Daheng and provoke a fight between Daheng and Fusan.
In this way, the Western Xia can snipe and fish.
Mostly because of Gu Yuanbai's long coma, because the second prince of Western Xia was on his way back to his country, so their defenses became low, and the Surveillance Office probed out the amazing news, and as soon as Gu Yuanbai woke up, they gave Gu Yuanbai a big gift.
Wang's breathing, already ragged.
He was ready to die today, but when he heard Emperor Daheng say these words, he was still unwilling to do so, if he could send these news back to the country, if he could send the news of Emperor Daheng's awakening back to the country that would be so good!
But I'm a fish for a fish and a man for a knife, and Mr. Wang simply can't do all the things he wants to do.
Gu Yuanbai seemed to know what was in his mind, smiled faintly, and said in a cloudy manner, "I have sent someone towards your Fusang cohorts to deliver a message that I am dead."
He stood up and walked slowly and leisurely to Xue Yuan's front, drawing the large sword at Xue Yuan's waist.
"The Emperor of Daheng is dead, Fusang will quickly send their sailors to the coast to take over," Gu Yuanbai's mouth hooked up, matching his pale face, as if he were an evil ghost from hell, "I will lay out thousands of troops and horses, I will prepare a dragnet, so that they will have no way of coming back to be buried on top of my Daheng's land! "
Mr. Wang's neck veins rippled, and he fiercely shouted, "Gu Convergence, you tyrant! I curse you to die without a body and never recover!"
"I'll let you all perish first!" Gu Yuanbai's chest rose and fell fiercely as ruthlessness surfaced, "I want you to see how your country was subverted in my hands, I want them to lose beyond all hope! Let them think that they are Da Heng's people and speak Da Heng's words, I want you to see how you will become your country's sinner!"
He abruptly raised his hand, the cold knife crossing over Mr. Wang's neck, "This is the price you pay for the death of Concubine Wan."