The Human Emperor Chapter 1315: Inner struggle!


Chapter 1315

At this moment, in the heart of Wang Chong's, nothing can be seen and nothing can be heard. There is only endless ice and fire, and dark and cold ocean.

"... you won't lose!"

"Never give up anyway!"

...

Just as Wang Chong sank in the ice and fire, suddenly a gentle voice, over and over, kept ringing in my mind. At that moment, it was like finding a piece of land in the dark and boundless ocean, and Wang Chong suddenly calmed down.

"Qiqin!"

Wang Chong spit out these two words in his mouth and knew nothing.

...

It seems that there is only one scene, and it seems that after countless long centuries, with a slight cough, Wang Chong finally woke up from the boundless darkness.

"Chong'er, you finally woke up!"

Seeing that Wang Chong slowly opened his eyes, Wang Chong's's mother hugged Wang Chong and finally couldn't help crying.

"Mother! Big Uncle!"

Wang Chong looked at the two familiar voices in front of her, and her heart passed by warm currents.

"Chong'er, you finally woke up!"

Aside, Wang Chong's Big Uncle Wang Gen also spoke. He walked to the bed and raised Wang Chong, his eyes showing concern.

Wang Chong sat up slightly, glanced, and saw a few familiar figures. In the room, Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and Zhang Que were all there. Everyone looked at Wang Chong, and they were surprised. There is more restlessness and guilt.

"Sir, you finally woke up!"

Wang Chong's is still very poor, and his body looks weak, but he is finally awake from a coma. This is undoubtedly the best news of this time, and everyone is happy.

"You are all here."

Wang Chong looked at the crowd and nodded.

"Lord King, I'm sorry!"

Looking at Wang Chong's weakness, everyone felt guilty:

"If it weren't for us, it wouldn't be like this!"

"Oh, what does it have to do with you, it's me all along."

Wang Chong shook his head, but his look was unexpectedly calm.

However, seeing the calm look of Wang Chong, whether it is Wang Chong's mother, Big Uncle Wang Gen, or Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan, Xue Qianjun, etc., their hearts are becoming increasingly worried. Wang Chong behaved too calmly, this is not what everyone imagined.

However, Wang Chong does not give everyone the opportunity to ask questions.

"Mother, has anyone been here during my coma?"

"King Song, adults Zhangchou, and Elderly Ye, Elderly Zhao they all come."

Wang Chong's mother said, with a smile on her lips.

Wang Chong froze for a while, but quickly reacted. Looking at the mother beside him, a smile appeared on his face soon.

"Mother, I know what you are worried about, rest assured, I'm fine."

Boom!

While talking, a sudden burst of human voice came from far away from the Wang Clan's mansion. Hearing this voice, everyone in the room looked very tight, only Wang Chong just blinked his eyes and looked as usual.

"Kee, Chong'er, you have just woke up and your bones are still weak. Take a good rest for the time being. Brother and sister, let's go out and let Chong'er be quiet."

Wang Gen coughed twice, and said to the mother of Wang Chong's on one side, while she said, while winking at Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan and others.

Wang Chong was in a coma at the outset, and was completely lost in heart. If Wang Chong were to hear the protest from the outside crowd, no one would know what would happen.

"Lord King, let's go now!"

Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and others were panicking, their faces were full of anxiety, and they hurried out.

"Hmm!"

Wang Chong just nodded slightly and said nothing.

In a flash, the figures in the room were all clean and clear, very quickly, it was only a moment, and the sound of boiling people outside soon became quiet.

In the room, Wang Chong 怔怔 was sitting on the bed. I did n’t know how long it took. The Wang Chong moved to the bed and finally stood up.

Out of the window, the sky is overcast with dark clouds.

Wang Chong stared at the sky for a long time, not moving.

However, even Wang Chong didn't notice. In the distance, a pair of eyes looked through the Wang Clan's window from the ridge of a Wang Clan courtyard wall, watching him silently.

Oh!

In just a blink of an eye, the sound shrank from the roof, a few flashes and disappeared.

All the way through the streets and alleys, and around, until it was confirmed that no one was being followed, the Black-Clothed Man shadow came to a magnificent mansion. A flash, he immediately turned over the courtyard wall and got in through an obscure back door.

Into a dark passage, there is darkness in the hall, and there is a figure standing sideways, waiting silently. The main hall was dim and could not see the man's appearance, but he could vaguely see the man's clothing.

The figure was dressed in casual clothes and a hooded hat, but just standing there casually, the whole body revealed a taste of boundless power, obviously of extraordinary status.

"Sir, just exploring checked, the boy of Wang Clan, a moment ago, finally woke up!"

The Black-Clothed Man knelt down on the ground, respectfully.

wēng!

The sound of the Black-Clothed Man movie has just fallen, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changes suddenly, becoming daggers full of danger.

"Is this kid still dead?"

In the dark, the figure with a **** suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a strong murderous power was revealed in his voice:

"But I noticed that although others woke up, they seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, and their looks were not very good. In addition, we tried the doctor who treated him, and the doctor said that he The Astral Qi in the body is disordered, and there are hundreds of types of Astral Qi, and there is a danger of detonation at any time.

Black-Clothed Man kneels down on the ground.

"Oh?"

When I heard Black-Clothed Man, the figure moved slightly, and it seemed that my heart was much better:

"Hundreds? Okay! Let me know to those people, it's their take action!"

That person ’s ice-cold voice is extremely good, that kind of shy Aura is as powerful as a sword:

"Boy, you are really fateful. Little youngster Ji made King of Foreign Territory on already, which caused a chaos in the whole world. Even Zhu'zi was made by you. In time, that's OK. Since you don't know current affairs, That can only take you for a ride! "

The voice is somber, even the Black-Clothed Man kneeling on the ground couldn't help shuddering.

However, only a moment, the figure with the **** in the hall disappeared, and the Black-Clothed Man of His Highness disappeared.

...

The door of Wang Clan is closed. Since Wang Chong was taken away from the official post and rejected by Zhu'zi, the civil and military officials of Royal Court almost all detoured, far away from the scope of Wang Clan's. Outside the Wang Clan's mansion, there were waves of people marching. Even if Su Shixuan and others wanted to use the Urban Defense Department, they tried not to let Wang Chong know, but they still could n’t completely ban it.

While in the mansion, Wang Chong seems to have completely forgotten everything, and lived a peaceful life in the house. Things like Royal Court, things at the side, and things about Confucianism Sect were all put down by him. In Fuzhong, Wang Chong eats, drinks tea, and sleeps very regularly every day, and talks and laughs with people, and everything looks normal.

And in Fuzhong, Wang Chong never talks about anything related to Imperial Court, but everyone sees all of this in their eyes, and they are increasingly worried.

"Doctor, what happened to my son?"

In another room of the Wang Clan mansion, Wang Chong's mother, Big Uncle, as well as Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and others are all present, and there is a hint of anxiety in everyone's eyes.

"Oh! Lord King everything looks normal, and his pulse looks peaceful, but if this matter is not resolved, he will never be better. Depression is deep, with the Astral Qi of Lord King's cultivation body, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous! "

The beard gray doctor sighed.

Imperial Palace Taichi, Expert is like a cloud. As the royal doctor, it is not just ordinary court girls, maids and concubines, but also martial arts deep princes, offerings, Yulin, Yulin, and Great Tang King, The Martial Path insights are equally remarkable.

When the doctor heard the words, everyone in the room frowned deeply, deep worries appeared in the brows. Struggle of Military and Scholar and influence are far-reaching and immensely implicated. Where is there any good solution for everyone?

For a while, everyone was silent.

...

Just when everyone in the room was full of worries, distantly, in the study, Wang Chong was dressed in casual clothes, with a strap around his head, looking casual and natural.

In front of him, a fine paper spread out, Wang Chong held the brush in hand, and wafted on fine paper.

He looked calm and free, and seemed totally unaffected by outside influence.

"To Ruochun and Jingming, the waves are not shocked, the sky is up and down, and the sky is clear; the sand gulls gather, and the Jinlin swims ..."

This is a poem by Wing Chun. Wang Chong also forgets where to read it, and only knows what he wants, and writes whatever he wants.

Perhaps after so many things, Wang Chong slowly settled down in the heart, and the handwriting is no longer the clumsy and naive as in the original Imperial Concubine Taizhen event, but it has an extra flavor that has experienced the weather, the atmosphere, Calm and heavy, a sledge is like a knife and a knife.

Wang Chong is imprisoned in the government. It uses this calligraphy every day to pass the time and relieve the mind.

"Kan Ting Lan, Yu Yu Qing Qing. Or a long smoke, Hao Yue thousands of miles, floating light, gold, static shadow sinking ..."

Wang Chong continues to write down, seems to be completely immersed in the calligraphy under the pen.

"... Which is also anxiety and retreat is anxiety. But when will it be fun? It must say, worry before anyone under the Heaven worries, rejoice after everyone under the Heaven rejoices!"

But after writing the last two sentences, it suddenly seemed to be pierced by something. The writing brush in the hands of kā chā, Wang Chong suddenly broke off. Until this moment, Wang Chong suddenly realized that what he wrote was not a poem of this era, but a chapter written by someone from another world deep in memory.


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