Chapter 186: He is your son

A punch like thunder!

The emperor's expression remained unchanged. Suddenly, Tan Jiru's punch changed like a crane's mouth, and he was unstoppable to the sharp palm that appeared in the slanting stumbling!

"Tan Jiru, you are so bold, you actually violate the situation!" Jie Shixian was in a deep state. In a blink of an eye, he and Tan Jiru transformed into each other and hit each other several times.

"Mr. Jie, I, Tan, have always been very courageous." After saying this, Tan Jiru and Jie Shixian had switched their bodies several times, and they were thundering like changing positions.

It seems that the match is equal, and the emperor suddenly said lightly: "Tan Jiru, do you think you can hurt me today? If you can't even pass Jie Shixie, then you will never know if I am a martial arts master."

"It makes sense." Tan Jiru's wrist was stumbled and turned around in an instant. He shook his hand and pressed his head to bang, as if the mountain had collapsed: "Combined!"

"The sky-covering hand!"

It seemed as if there was no sun. In an instant, that ordinary and gentle hand was like a big hand that had changed into a falling sky, and it was shot with a loud bang!

"The upper-level tyrant war spirit!" The emperor was moved.

"Combined!" Jie Shixian blew hard, and his hands were thick and strong, and a terrifying power burst out in an instant: "Zhen Yue!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am in the Guiyuan Realm. My cultivation level is always hard to hide from Your Majesty. Instead, it is a war spirit. I believe Your Majesty can't guess it." Tan Jiru chuckled and a bursting breath burst out between the two of them.

Sweep like a countercurrent, the earth collapses and cracks.

Wang Ce was almost unthinking and rolled in a mess, and the battle technique prepared in advance exploded: "Traveling around the world." In the blink of an eye, he escaped far away to avoid being affected.

Jie Shixian, who has always been considered the number one master of the two yamen, actually moaned and blew. Tan Jiru raised his hand solemnly, and was fierce and fierce. Even though Jie Shixian was protected by the qi, he still groaned and was bombarded into the frozen ground.

A hole suddenly appeared on the earth that Jie Shixie suddenly appeared.

Wang Ce swallowed violently, and he really couldn't tell that Tan Jiru was so profound, but his martial arts were so violent.

Tan Ji Ruyun blinked her sleeves lightly and slowly approached: "Your Majesty, I have been determined to regard Wuzong as my target from the beginning, because I know that if I want to avenge Xiu'er, I must go through the test of Wuzong. Your partial Lord Jie can't help you."

The emperor shook his head and showed a bitter feeling: "The upper-level tyrant war spirit, I really didn't expect that you did not hide your cultivation, but you carefully cultivated your war spirit."

Tan Ji Ru Ran: "Otherwise, why did you deceive Your Majesty? I am far from being as good as Your Majesty's body and mind."

The emperor said nothing, and looked at the pale sky and the pale earth in a daze. Tan Jiru faced him, his clothes fluttering, and it was clearly a scene of harmony between the king and the ministers, and there was no tension.

Suddenly, the emperor burst into coughing, and he was bitter while coughing: "I ask you, since you know that I want to take your life, why didn't you take advantage of the situation to join the royal family, why didn't you decisively betray me and betray me in these matters?"

Tan Jiru bowed and said, "Your Majesty, you will become a heroic lord. I have been with you for decades, and it is another battle between the king and the minister. How can I be ruthless? I am avenging Xiu'er, not trying to destroy everything about Your Majesty."

"You are the king, I am the minister. Revenge is one thing, and being a minister is another. I sincerely hope that Your Majesty will achieve eternal hegemony."

Wang Ce frowned. Ji Ru couldn't tell that this was quite unique.

"Ha, okay, well said. How can one have no friendship when the king and his subjects fight?" The emperor laughed: "The vast sea of ​​people is vast, and it is indeed fate that you and I can have a king and his subjects fight for decades."

"It seems that the wife you married in the early years is probably also lying to me."

Tan Jiru smiled: "Your Majesty knows, why ask again. If you don't marry me, how can you tolerate me to live to this day? How can you wait for the opportunity to take revenge?"

A big leader of a spy group who has no family, who dares to use it? I really think you are so handsome that you are shocked by the Party Central Committee.

The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked calm: "It seems that you really believe that I killed Xiu'er. Well, if you don't see it today, you will probably not give up."

"I will let you be a wise person."

Before the lingering sound was overturned, Tan Jiru's shadow swayed in front of him, and he felt a terrible pressure overwhelmingly. In one fight, the blood and blood were boiling, and it raked like a meteor on the edge of the mountain.

Tan Jiru jumped up in a embarrassing manner, but laughed rare: "Your Majesty is indeed a martial arts master, and it is also a master that no one expected... a master."

The emperor smiled and flew towards Tan Jiru.

Tan Jiru sighed and sincerely bent over and bowed: "I admire you, I admire you! I admire you!"

It is incredible that he can actually cultivate a generation of martial sects after living in the deep palace for a long time. Martial masters such as Meng Qianhun have to travel outside before they can understand martial arts and improve their ability.

Wang Ce was as stupid as a wooden chicken. The emperor was in a true dragon energy and was in conflict with martial arts. He could not achieve success in martial arts. So, what was in front of him? The emperor was not a warrior's Nine Realm, not a innate Nine Realm, not a true Wu's Nine Realm, or even a Martial Master.

Wuzong! Wuzong is immortal.

This... Wuzong's lifespan seems to be very long. When the prince succeeds to the throne, he still has to wait until he kicks his legs? Wang Ce suddenly understood the third prince too much. Instead of dying in despair in pain, it is better to fight vigorously.

What is the point of suffering? How unethical I had to be in my previous life to have such a No. 1 father. Wang Ce sighed and sympathized with the princes.

With a roar, Jie Shixian soared into the sky with a dusty face, and waved his hand with an angry roar. A loud sword energy swept across, lifting the earth off a layer.

Tan Jiru rolled, the emperor floated in the air, sucked a long breath into his body, coughed several times, and spread his hands: "Combined!"

"Rage wave!"

Boom! Tan Ji moved like a ghost. In an instant, this mountain was cut by a knife air like butter, and even more flattened by the emperor's terrifying battle skills.

"I..." Wang Ce moaned. He could see Tan Jiru pounce on him, but it was too fast to react.

Especially when he touched Tan Jiru's gaze, Wang Ce vaguely felt that he would not hurt himself. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered what Tan Jiru said on the city wall before the decisive battle! Now that I think about it, it has a vaguely profound meaning.

When Tan Jiru's hand was pressed on Wang Ce's head, the emperor's eyes and face that remained unchanged suddenly appeared: "Tan Jiru, he is Xiu'er's only son, you won't hurt him."

Emperor Ningsu's eyes stopped Jie Shixian, as if he was forced to stop Tan Jiru's unexpected hand.

Tan Jiru revealed a complicated look and said in a stern voice: "Your Majesty, Xiu'er was placed under house arrest for half a month because of her personal love. Someone only saw that Xiu'er had an affair with two people before and after her house arrest."

“No one has ever noticed what happened during house arrest.”

"No one knows who Xiu'er had a relationship with. Weichen only knows that before Xiu'er was under house arrest, she was originally a very lively and happy girl. For some reason, she suddenly became gloomy and gloomy."

Tan Jiru looked at the emperor directly: "Your Majesty, can you explain it?"

"Tan Ji Ru, what do you want to say." The emperor frowned and was unhappy: "Let Wang Ce be released first."

Tan Jiru shook his head slowly and said in a stern voice: "I have calculated the time of Wang Ce's birth countless times, and they all said it was premature birth. However, Wenpo and others in the palace who delivered Xiu'er back then died inexplicably. I am really confused."

"Wang Ce, is he born prematurely? His father is Xiao Kong? The mysterious man? Or..."

Tan Jiru looked at the emperor with a hoarse sentence: "Your Majesty, in fact, Wang Ce is your son?"

Wang Ce was suffocated, and the words "Zhongwang before his death" appeared in his mind. He remembered the suspicion of the eldest prince before his death. A Zhongwang still speculated randomly. So, what about the eldest prince? What about Tan Jiru?

The emperor was furious for the first time and angrily shouted: "Tan Jiru, you deserve to die, Xiu'er is my own sister. If you think about it, it's all a traitor."

Jie Shixian's face looked like a wooden man.

"Some people say that Wang Ce doesn't look like Xiu'er. Instead, I looked carefully. He probably didn't look like Xiu'er, but there are two places that look almost the same as Xiu'er." Tan Jiru was bitter.

Wang Ce wanted to cry. Princess Wenxiu has been dead for eight hundred years. Do you really remember what they looked like? Don’t remember it wrong.

The four of them were silent for a while.

Tan Jiru shook his head and said lightly: "Your Majesty, no matter whether he is or not, you dare not bet. If you spoil him so much, it will be like pampering Xi'er, or even worse. There must be a reason for this."

"So, you can't afford to bet." Tan Jiru was calm and confident: "Even if you know I can't bear to hurt him, you can't afford to bet."

Tan Jiru said word by word: "You indulge Wang Ce, on the one hand, you want to use him. On the other hand, you want to fish. Several generals who Xiu'er escaped back then, or people from Xiao Kong, or even mysterious people."

"You can't afford to bet." The four characters are clanging.

The emperor was silent for a long time, and slowly let out a long breath, waved his hand exhausted: "Let him go, you go."

"Dears of friendship between you and I, the king and the minister, cannot be erased for decades, so why bother to turn against each other? Today, I didn't want your life at all. You go. If you are together, if you don't, then go."

Tan Jiru bowed slightly: "I don't want to end up against Your Majesty, so I will leave."

Tan Jiru actually turned around and fled away.

Jie Shixian wanted to chase him, but was stopped by the emperor. The bitter cold wind came to talk about Ji Ru's words: "Today's decades of friendship have been broken by one knife. Tang Wuqing, I will not ruin your hegemony. This is a personal grudge between us."

"Forget it, let him go, it will be a matter of fulfilling our monarch and minister for decades." The emperor sighed, not knowing whether it was sad or melancholy.

Walking beside Wang Ce, touching Wang Ce's head: "I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you, don't blame me as my uncle."

In an instant, Wang Ce's hair was blown up.

The emperor looked at him with concern: "You heard what Ji Ru said, what do you think."

Wang Ce looked up, and under the emperor's eyes, he said seriously: "Your Majesty, I naturally understand who treats me well. I may not know about it, but Lord Tan used me to threaten His Majesty, and I know how to distinguish between good and bad loyal and treacherous."

The emperor smiled knowingly: "You are very smart, but you must also learn to distinguish between true and false."

"Today, I am very happy because all the problems have been solved. Nothing can stop my Northern Tang hegemony."
Chapter completed!