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Chapter 29 The Man's Mouth

Shen Yanchuan's voice was calm and composed: "You're really so confident, why don't you just stand where you are and wait for a while? See if you run away first, or if you kill me first?"

The little emperor stood behind him, feeling so nervous that his stomach ached - this Shen Yanchuan had always been able to deceive people, who knew if he was defrauding the other party now, or was he really waiting for help?

There was no sound at the other end, probably also considering the authenticity of the words.

"Before the help arrives, I will give you another suggestion," Shen Yanchuan continued, "The emperor has spoken, from now on, whoever can capture the culprit alive before the emperor will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, and he can get it tonight. Quickly."

When the "culprit" heard it, there was sweating anxiety in his voice: "Fart, you are still sowing discord when you are about to die! Hurry up, what are you hesitating for, they are just playing empty tricks!"

Shen Yanchuan also said: "Think about it clearly, is it better to use the cash you get, or is it better to use the glory and wealth of empty words?"

The mausoleum guardian became impatient: "I have money too, whoever kills Tang Di first, I will give him 2000 taels!"

Shen Yanchuan sneered: "So it's time to raise the price now, right? Do you think you have more money than the emperor? But it's not necessary, because smart people know that no matter whether the reinforcements come or not, it will definitely pay off to catch you."

The little emperor was dumbfounded when he heard it - he could still play like this!

Those people are just ordinary people who are open to money, not dead men, so... we will not die! !

He excitedly wanted to open his mouth to praise Shen Yanchuan, but he didn't want his stomach to growl before he opened his mouth.

The little emperor was very embarrassed and swallowed his words.

"I have given suggestions and preferential terms, but you are still hesitating, making our emperor hungry."

Shen Yanchuan's voice was calm, and the little emperor relaxed under his influence, instead he was a little embarrassed, blushing and muttering a few times: "I don't want to make such a sound at such a critical moment..."

Shen Yanchuan didn't seem to hear it, and ignored him: "Let's make a quick decision, I'll count to three, and see who will everyone's knives be aimed at? Three—"

There was the sound of rushing footsteps in the distance.

"two--"

Many people turned around and ran towards the fleeing mausoleum guard.

"One." Shen Yanchuan sighed without sincerity, "The action is really slow, and you have to rely on temptation to defend the emperor. There is no need to keep such people, let's kill them all. Leave the culprit to the emperor."

"Yes!" A few guards behind him responded, scattered in all directions extremely quickly, and chopped down those who had just turned their backs like chopping melons and vegetables.

When the fire was extinguished, the little emperor saw their agility and suddenly realized: "Are they also dark guards?"

"Naturally." Shen Yanchuan finally turned his head to look at him, "Does the Emperor think that the hidden guards stay on the beams and trees?"

The little emperor slowly turned his face to the side and glanced at him, then nodded foolishly, as an admission.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the emperor knows now." Shen Yanchuan held his hand, "We should go."

The little emperor became nervous again, and asked as he followed him quickly, "Why are you going? Is there still chaos ahead? The situation just turned around! Even though the hidden guards are more powerful, but..."

"I said, leave the culprit to the emperor."

"Ah?" The little emperor realized that the murder was not over yet, and he raised his heart again.

Unavoidable, unable to avoid, that person deserves to be killed.The little emperor already understood this, but his heart trembled as he walked forward.

The night wind blew the smell of blood into his nostrils and transmitted the screams of people to his ears.In the light of the fire, he could vaguely see the scattered corpses on the ground, his shoes still slipped on the blood-stained ground, if Shen Yanchuan hadn't carried him, he would have fallen down.

When I came here, I took a stroll in the courtyard, and it was only a blink of an eye to get here, but now the little emperor feels that he has walked for a long time, as if the road has no end.

But he finally came to the end of the road.

Kneeling there was the mausoleum guard, looking at his expression, he was so frightened that he couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy, and a knife across his neck had killed an unknown number of people. Blood.

Shen Yanchuan handed the sword to the little emperor again.

This time, the little emperor took the initiative to take the sword.

He just couldn't raise his hand.

The sword seemed to be extremely heavy. He held it in his hand, but he didn't know how to use it - it was one thing to know that he wanted to kill, but another to kill it with his own hands.It's like he loves to eat chicken, but if he really has to pluck the chicken's feathers and cut off the neck to eat the meat, he probably won't be able to do it, although a stinky hen is much cuter than the person in front of him.

Shen Yanchuan watched from the side, his eyes were like glazed lamps, clearly reflecting the little emperor's mood.He stood behind the little emperor again, held his arm and forced him to raise the sword: "Your Majesty, do you want to do it yourself with your eyes closed, or do you want me to do it for you with your eyes open?"

The minister who guarded the mausoleum looked at the tip of the sword towards him, trembling all over, his face was pale, as if he had fallen into the ground.

Staring at that face, the little emperor took a deep breath: "Zhen..."

A moment later, in the carriage.

The little emperor sat there covering his face, sobbing silently.

The scene of the sword piercing through the chest is still in my eyes. It was neat, fast, without any blockage, and passed through the chest easily... probably because Shen Yanchuan found the angle very well. He didn't even spray blood when he retracted the sword. In the middle of the night, the blood soaked through the clothes, not very red, but also a little black, like a mass of melted ink.

The mausoleum guard drooped his head and died completely. His face was still as white as paper in the pale yellow firelight, and even the blood on his lips had faded.

died.Just die.it's over.

In a trance, someone said that the rescue was late.The little emperor nodded, let Shen Yanchuan explain to the visitor, and then helped him into the carriage.

The horse-drawn carriage is not the pony-drawn carriage that came here, but a large cart driven side by side, which is stable and not too bumpy.The car was very quiet, and no one spoke to him. He opened his empty eyes, unconsciously looking at the lamp fixed on the table in the center of the car, and tears fell down again.

My stomach started growling again.He stretched out his hand to press his stomach, but his stomach was still growling, and he felt even more sad. He covered his face and wept, as if he was shameful, so he wanted to hide himself.

Shen Yanchuan was silent for a while, sat over and hugged him into his arms, only felt that his whole body was trembling violently, he didn't know whether it was because he was afraid or crying too hard, he couldn't breathe.After a while, Shen Yanchuan heard a small voice coming out of his fingers, trembling and breaking.

"Brother...Brother...Brother..."

Shen Yanchuan gently grasped his wrist, and slowly pulled it down.

Behind the palm is a face wrinkled and red from crying, with sweat on the forehead, tears in the eyes, and a snot bubble blown out of the nose, which looks funny and pitiful.

Seeing him crying drowsily, Shen Yanchuan blew his nose with a handkerchief, then lowered his head and kissed the center of his brow: "Don't cry, Your Majesty."