In Anfeng County, there was a turmoil. There was gunfire from the outside, and countless loud noises seemed to be close to the ears. The soldiers on the wall were injured. Han Liner in the palace became an ant on the hot pot. It was not just him, the servant in the palace. The same with officials.
All the males in Anfeng City were on the wall, and there was no one to call.
Han Lin'er looked at Liu Futong with a look of horror: "Uncle, what can I do now?"
Liu Futong furrowed his brows, and his lips pressed tightly: "Don't worry, I have called someone out to inquire, but I can't ask someone to **** you away."
Han Lin'er believed Liu Futong's loyalty to him at this moment, but he knew it too late.
"Report-the emperor! The city wall has been broken, the enemy...has entered the city gate..." The soldier was covered in dust and blood stained on his face. He knelt on the ground, his hands still shaking slightly.
Where are the enemies, they are simply evil spirits, one by one, as if they want to eat human flesh and blood.
Han Lin'er was in a trance, and she could not stand firmly, and fell to the ground.
But Liu Futong was still stable. He gritted his teeth and said, "I still have three hundred elite soldiers, let them **** you away!"
Han Lin'er's eyes widened: "Uncle go with me."
Liu Futong sighed, "I am here, so you can leave."
Liu Futong also delayed Han Lin'er, and only if he was caught could Han Lin'er leave.
But where to escape? Except for Haozhou, all places are now under Lin Yuan's rule, and there are troops everywhere.
Moreover, Sun Deya had already become emperor, and even if Han Lin'er fled to Haozhou, he would not be immune to death.
Liu Futong was not reconciled.
He has done everything he can, why did he end up with such a result?
Did God not give him it?
"Uncle." Han Lin'er, "Let's go together."
Liu Futong shook his head and said to the guards beside him: "Escort the emperor to leave, and one day he will be able to make a comeback!"
The guard promised and walked to Han Lin'er: "The emperor, let's go."
Han Lin'er had tears in her eyes: "Uncle, take care. I'll wait for you outside."
His claim has changed from me to me.
Han Lin'er was taken away by the guards. Liu Futong sat in the hall alone. Outside was the cry of the maids and the servants, and there were dense footsteps. Everyone was running for their lives and wanted to live.
Liu Futong gave a wry smile, picked up the tea at hand, quietly waiting for his destiny.
When he followed Han Shantong back then, he was very high-spirited. They made up their minds to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty. At that time, it was the most ambitious time in his life. As long as the leader of Han was present, he was not afraid of anything.
Later...Han Shantong died, and he took Han Lin'er to set up another hill, letting Han Lin'er proclaim the emperor.
The world seems to be within reach.
He didn't know why the sky suddenly changed, and the South Bodhisattva turned out to be as fierce as a tiger descending and roaring in the mountains.
At the very beginning, he didn't want to worry about it. After all, the Yuan Dynasty hadn't fallen. The greater the power of the South Bodhisattva, the more it could attract the attention of all the forces. He waited for the South Bodhisattva to destroy himself.
But Nanan Bodhisattva did not perish. On the contrary, he grew bigger and bigger, and the city he held in his hand became more and more.
Where did he lose?
Liu Futong was not reconciled. He had doubts and wanted to ask the Nan Bodhisattva, but he also knew that he couldn't ask the question.
The servant stumbled into the hall: "Prime Minister, the palace gate is broken..."
Liu Futong nodded, indicating that he knew it.
The servant knelt in front of Liu Futong, raised his head, his eyes filled with despair: "Prime Minister, you run away!"
He hoped that Liu Futong could take him with him when he escaped.
Liu Futong laughed, "Where do I escape? Escape and become a farmhouse? Then I might have died at this time."
The maid walked a few steps, tears streaming down his face: "Prime Minister, keep the green hills to worry about no firewood, Prime Minister..."
Liu Futong: "Afraid of death?"
The servant didn't answer, but he looked terrified. Who is not afraid of death? It's better to die than to live. He would cut a guy into the palace back then because he couldn't live anymore.
Liu Futong smiled, but said nothing.
The waiter lay on the ground and cried.
He just wanted to live a good life and live a day when he could be dressed warmly and eaten. His father and mother sent him in by himself, and said to him before entering the palace, "My son, father and mother are sorry for you, but you can only Starve to death, don't hate your parents, reborn in your next life and go to a good house..."
He didn't hate his parents, his parents died shortly after he entered the palace, not starved to death, but beaten to death by the nobles.
Why is it so difficult to live a good life?
He also did the most sordid work in the palace, and other servants bullied him. The monthly money he earned had to honor the servant above. He didn't starve to death in the palace, so he could only climb up and die. There are no one thousand people in his hands but eight hundred.
But not long after he climbed up, and before he had a few meals of meat, Anfeng was over, and the emperor was over.
The servant looked at Liu Futong with teary eyes: "Prime Minister, are you not afraid of death?"
Is there really anyone in this world who is not afraid of death?
At this moment, Liu Futong still had the mind to talk to a small servant. He looked at the direction of the palace gate, and heard the shouts of killing getting closer and closer, and smiled: "I am different from you. You have enough food and clothes to wear. No matter how many, I just want to recognize a few godsons and daughters, and they will be supported when they are old and go out of the palace."
"I can't." Liu Futong, "I might as well die instead of living like that."
He has tasted the taste of power, tasted the taste of one person below the ten thousand people, tasted the taste of his eyes, everyone is afraid of it, as long as they have tasted these tastes, no one wants to be more ordinary.
Once the prime minister, let him be an ordinary citizen, he couldn't bear it.
You can't live like that.
Liu Futong closed his eyes.
Han Lin'er was taken by the guards out of the side door. He suddenly thought of something, and said to the guards: "I...I want to take someone away!"
The guards were ruthless: "Your Majesty, the top priority is to send you away."
Han Lin'er gritted his teeth: "No, no, I can't keep her!"
The guards on both sides looked at each other and grabbed Han Lin'er by the arm: "Your Majesty, you are offended."
Han Lin'er's eyes widened. He knew the crisis at the moment, but he couldn't worry about An Xiu.
He is gone, what should An Suo do? Will the enemy let her go?
She must be ruined, right?
She would definitely wonder why he didn't save her, so he only managed to escape.
Han Lin'er gritted his teeth and glanced in the direction of the harem, his eyes flushed, but he was unable to resist the struggle.
Xiu'er, don't blame me, I can't help myself. In the future... I will definitely give you money to burn paper money, and ask you to have money in the Yin Cao dynasty, reincarnate in the next life, and be my woman.
In Anfeng County, there was a turmoil. There was gunfire from the outside, and countless loud noises seemed to be close to the ears. The soldiers on the wall were injured. Han Liner in the palace became an ant on the hot pot. It was not just him, the servant in the palace. The same with officials.
All the males in Anfeng City were on the wall, and there was no one to call.
Han Lin'er looked at Liu Futong with a look of horror: "Uncle, what can I do now?"
Liu Futong furrowed his brows, and his lips pressed tightly: "Don't worry, I have called someone out to inquire, but I can't ask someone to **** you away."
Han Lin'er believed Liu Futong's loyalty to him at this moment, but he knew it too late.
"Report-the emperor! The city wall has been broken, the enemy...has entered the city gate..." The soldier was covered in dust and blood stained on his face. He knelt on the ground, his hands still shaking slightly.
Where are the enemies, they are simply evil spirits, one by one, as if they want to eat human flesh and blood.
Han Lin'er was in a trance, and she could not stand firmly, and fell to the ground.
But Liu Futong was still stable. He gritted his teeth and said, "I still have three hundred elite soldiers, let them **** you away!"
Han Lin'er's eyes widened: "Uncle go with me."
Liu Futong sighed, "I am here, so you can leave."
Liu Futong also delayed Han Lin'er, and only if he was caught could Han Lin'er leave.
But where to escape? Except for Haozhou, all places are now under Lin Yuan's rule, and there are troops everywhere.
Moreover, Sun Deya had already become emperor, and even if Han Lin'er fled to Haozhou, he would not be immune to death.
Liu Futong was not reconciled.
He has done everything he can, why did he end up with such a result?
Did God not give him it?
"Uncle." Han Lin'er, "Let's go together."
Liu Futong shook his head and said to the guards beside him: "Escort the emperor to leave, and one day he will be able to make a comeback!"
The guard promised and walked to Han Lin'er: "The emperor, let's go."
Han Lin'er had tears in her eyes: "Uncle, take care. I'll wait for you outside."
His claim has changed from me to me.
Han Lin'er was taken away by the guards. Liu Futong sat in the hall alone. Outside was the cry of the maids and the servants, and there were dense footsteps. Everyone was running for their lives and wanted to live.
Liu Futong gave a wry smile, picked up the tea at hand, quietly waiting for his destiny.
When he followed Han Shantong back then, he was very high-spirited. They made up their minds to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty. At that time, it was the most ambitious time in his life. As long as the leader of Han was present, he was not afraid of anything.
Later...Han Shantong died, and he took Han Lin'er to set up another hill, letting Han Lin'er proclaim the emperor.
The world seems to be within reach.
He didn't know why the sky suddenly changed, and the South Bodhisattva turned out to be as fierce as a tiger descending and roaring in the mountains.
At the very beginning, he didn't want to worry about it. After all, the Yuan Dynasty hadn't fallen. The greater the power of the South Bodhisattva, the more it could attract the attention of all the forces. He waited for the South Bodhisattva to destroy himself.
But Nanan Bodhisattva did not perish. On the contrary, he grew bigger and bigger, and the city he held in his hand became more and more.
Where did he lose?
Liu Futong was not reconciled. He had doubts and wanted to ask the Nan Bodhisattva, but he also knew that he couldn't ask the question.
The servant stumbled into the hall: "Prime Minister, the palace gate is broken..."
Liu Futong nodded, indicating that he knew it.
The servant knelt in front of Liu Futong, raised his head, his eyes filled with despair: "Prime Minister, you run away!"
He hoped that Liu Futong could take him with him when he escaped.
Liu Futong laughed, "Where do I escape? Escape and become a farmhouse? Then I might have died at this time."
The maid walked a few steps, tears streaming down his face: "Prime Minister, keep the green hills to worry about no firewood, Prime Minister..."
Liu Futong: "Afraid of death?"
The servant didn't answer, but he looked terrified. Who is not afraid of death? It's better to die than to live. He would cut a guy into the palace back then because he couldn't live anymore.
Liu Futong smiled, but said nothing.
The waiter lay on the ground and cried.
He just wanted to live a good life and live a day when he could be dressed warmly and eaten. His father and mother sent him in by himself, and said to him before entering the palace, "My son, father and mother are sorry for you, but you can only Starve to death, don't hate your parents, reborn in your next life and go to a good house..."
He didn't hate his parents, his parents died shortly after he entered the palace, not starved to death, but beaten to death by the nobles.
Why is it so difficult to live a good life?
He also did the most sordid work in the palace, and other servants bullied him. The monthly money he earned had to honor the servant above. He didn't starve to death in the palace, so he could only climb up and die. There are no one thousand people in his hands but eight hundred.
But not long after he climbed up, and before he had a few meals of meat, Anfeng was over, and the emperor was over.
The servant looked at Liu Futong with teary eyes: "Prime Minister, are you not afraid of death?"
Is there really anyone in this world who is not afraid of death?
At this moment, Liu Futong still had the mind to talk to a small servant. He looked at the direction of the palace gate, and heard the shouts of killing getting closer and closer, and smiled: "I am different from you. You have enough food and clothes to wear. No matter how many, I just want to recognize a few godsons and daughters, and they will be supported when they are old and go out of the palace."
"I can't." Liu Futong, "I might as well die instead of living like that."
He has tasted the taste of power, tasted the taste of one person below the ten thousand people, tasted the taste of his eyes, everyone is afraid of it, as long as they have tasted these tastes, no one wants to be more ordinary.
Once the prime minister, let him be an ordinary citizen, he couldn't bear it.
You can't live like that.
Liu Futong closed his eyes.
Han Lin'er was taken by the guards out of the side door. He suddenly thought of something, and said to the guards: "I...I want to take someone away!"
The guards were ruthless: "Your Majesty, the top priority is to send you away."
Han Lin'er gritted his teeth: "No, no, I can't keep her!"
The guards on both sides looked at each other and grabbed Han Lin'er by the arm: "Your Majesty, you are offended."
Han Lin'er's eyes widened. He knew the crisis at the moment, but he couldn't worry about An Xiu.
He is gone, what should An Suo do? Will the enemy let her go?
She must be ruined, right?
She would definitely wonder why he didn't save her, so he only managed to escape.
Han Lin'er gritted his teeth and glanced in the direction of the harem, his eyes flushed, but he was unable to resist the struggle.
Xiu'er, don't blame me, I can't help myself. In the future... I will definitely give you money to burn paper money, and ask you to have money in the Yin Cao dynasty, reincarnate in the next life, and be my woman.
