I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

"The destiny? Does Your Majesty believe in the destiny?" Yi Zhaoxian looked deeply at Emperor Yanwu, as if he had never known him before, "Is it His Majesty's true wish to make him the crown prince?"

"Of course not." Emperor Yan Wu flatly denied, "Yi Qing, Brother Yi, don't you understand what I mean? As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Lao Wu. If I don't agree, what will Lao Wu do? Will he kill the king, will he kill his father?"

Yi Zhaoxian guessed it with his heart, and felt that it was not impossible. "So His Majesty is... a plan to delay the attack?"

Emperor Yanwu pointed to the cup on the table, "Drink tea. My country and my heir are guarded by Yi Qing."

Yi Zhaoxian poured a large cup of tea, "Among His Majesty's sons, I like King Feng the most..."

The candidate that Emperor Yanwu preferred was not Lao Jiu. But with his current appearance, Yi Zhaoxian couldn't hold back. He struggled to get out of bed, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty, take a good rest." Yi Zhaoxian stepped forward to support Emperor Yanwu.

Emperor Yan Wu raised his head, his heart was full of sorrow, "You promise me one thing, I, cough cough cough, I will die with peace in my eyes."

Because of the violent movement just now, Emperor Yanwu coughed again, and the veil was stained with blood.

Yi Zhaoxian also knelt down, eyes level with the emperor, "Your Majesty is not only kind to me, but also brotherly. Your Majesty has something to think about, and Zhao Xian's knife mountain and sea of ​​fire will definitely be completed, and the mission will be fulfilled."

"Okay!" Emperor Yanwu struggled to reach for the tea on the table, pulled a lot, and started coughing again.

Seeing this, Yi Zhaoxian poured himself a big cup for Emperor Yanwu to drink.

Emperor Yanwu raised his cup high, "Yi Qing, Zhao Xian, I will toast you with tea instead of wine, protect the son of Concubine Si for me, and protect Ren'er for me."

Yi Zhaoxian leaned back, drank the tea, and then rolled up his sleeves, with a picture of a spear drawn on his arm. "Your Majesty, do you still remember how happy we were when we crossed the rivers and lakes together. We founded Zhumao together, thinking of cultivating dead soldiers for the royal family, but we didn't expect to make a name for ourselves. People from all six countries came to hire Zhumao killers. Let us grasp more secrets of the world. Don't worry, Your Majesty, although the six countries want to infiltrate Zhumao and dig into the wall, their strength should not be underestimated..."

As he spoke, he only felt extremely cramped in his stomach, and then a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Yi Zhaoxian, who had never been injured in front of others, was poisoned.

In another room, through the hidden compartment set up on the wall, "Another Yanwu Emperor" and Baicaoshi heard this scene.

Naturally, he was not the real Emperor Yanwu, but Ying Zhexu pretending to be him.

During the three years of walking the rivers and lakes with a weak body, Ying Zhexu learned the most realistic disguise technique in the world. What's more, what he was imitating was the Emperor Yanwu whom he was familiar with, so naturally it was effortless.

Yi Zhaoxian's words were shocking.

Ying Zhexu had known for a long time that Zhu Mao was Yi Zhaoxian, but hearing him admit it himself was still a big shock. In particular, when he heard that Zhu Mao was actually created by Emperor Yan Wu and Yi Zhaoxian, his heart was completely turbulent.

Baicaoshi was also shocked.

She was completely sure that another great master who tried to kill Xianggong back then.

With a trace of blood spilling out, Yi Zhaoxian vomited another big mouthful of blood. Only then did he realize that what Emperor Yanwu gave him to drink was a soul-destroying poison.

Kicking Emperor Yanwu away, Yi Zhaoxian asked back, "Your Majesty, why? Why did you do this to your brother?"

The great master's kick, even though he was poisoned, or he thought he was facing the king and didn't use all his strength, it was still the great master's kick.

Emperor Yanwu was kicked over, and his whole body was like a dead dog, leaning against the wall of the bed, dazed with bloodshot eyes, losing vitality again.

Yi Zhaoxian didn't give up, he raised his hands and changed his claws, and strangled Emperor Yanwu's throat, "Huh? Are you possessed by someone or have you taken away? Today I will kill you Xiaoxiao!"

Emperor Yanwu's eyeballs were protruding, and the whites of his eyes were bulging. He was kicking his legs, and he was only a thin line away from death.

The palace door was kicked open, and Habayashi Wei broke in, "Yi Zhaoxian kills the king! Yi Zhaoxian kills the king!"

Habayashi Weiwei will come over and attack Yi Zhaoxian together.

Yi Zhaoxian is at a loss for words now, how can he prove that this Emperor Yanwu is a fake, he just turned his back on Tuo Gu and wanted to poison him. He himself would not believe such a dramatic change.

At this point, he had no choice but to kill.

Kill a path of blood, fight to the front of Ying Zhefeng, and kill the tomorrow of the new emperor.

The first batch of Habayashi guards were dead, Yi Zhaoxian pulled out a dead man's sword, held the hilt upside down, and headed towards Ying Zhefeng's bedroom.

However, more Habayashi guards rushed over.

Yi Zhaoxian's eyes were red from killing, and the bloodthirsty wild elements in his heart were restless. With the strength of the great master, he could kill ten people with one punch, and he would not hold back ten steps.

Soon, he met a formidable enemy.

Although those people were still wearing Habayashiwei's costumes, they were posing formations. Yi Zhaoxian spent time studying those formations, and they were used to restrain the grand master. Therefore, these people are all the people of the Fifth Prince Ying Zhexu.

Presumably, with the fifth prince's intelligence, how could he fail to guess Yi Zhaoxian's meaning. He became a stumbling block on the way of the fifth prince's unification, and the fifth prince must get rid of him quickly.

However, if you want to kill the grand master, you have to pay the price in blood.

Yi Zhaoxian turned into a blood man.

At first, the blood belonged to other people, but the faster he kills, the stronger the onset of toxicity, and if he doesn't treat it, it will inevitably leave sequelae. In this wave of Habayashi guards, the most powerful one is the one in front. Yi Zhaoxian recognized it, this is the one who gave the Nine Kings a blow in Wanzhou - Zhenyilou.

He learned more about Zhenyilou, Mo Feizhan's disciple, known as invincible below the Grand Master. He took almost half of Yi Zhaoxian's force attack.

"You can be proud of being able to force me to use the domain. But that's it."

As soon as the Grand Master's domain came out, even Shinichi's movements were sluggish, and it was very difficult for him to raise his arms.

The palace is in chaos. With the sound of knives and shouts accompanied by fire, it seemed that those who were trying to get their hands on the throne had begun to act.

At this moment, a person ran out of the palace, wearing a white tunic and silk trousers, accompanied by staggering footsteps and coughing. "Yi Qing, Yi Qing, my...cough cough"

Yi Zhaoxian recognized the person who came - Emperor Yanwu.

Emperor Yanwu was killed half to death by him in the bedroom, so it was impossible for him to escape.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Zhaoxian thought of many possibilities. This Emperor Yanwu is real, but the one in the bedroom just now is fake. The fake Emperor Yanwu existed only to induce him to drink the poisoned tea, but now the real Emperor Yanwu probably broke through the guard's defense and rushed out to ask him for help.

With a thought, Yi Zhaoxian teleported more than ten meters away, and he fell to his knees when he reached Emperor Yanwu. "Your Majesty, I am late to save you." At the same time, he stretched out his hand to help Emperor Yanwu.

At this time, the empty door was exposed in his chest, and a knife stabbed into Yi Zhaoxian's chest without anyone noticing.

Yi Zhaoxian looked at Emperor Yanwu in disbelief, and put his hand on the handle of the knife, "Your Majesty?"

Then, there was another knife behind him, piercing the chest.

Emperor Yanwu pulled out his knife and pointed at the original wound, poking it in! He used a voice transmission that only two people could hear: "Yi Zhaoxian, the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high, and the Grand Master can also be killed. In the past two years, I have evolved countless times. You raised my hand to me back then. When you picked up the butcher knife, did you think of today? The heavens are reincarnated, and the heavens have never spared anyone."

This is not Emperor Yanwu, it is clearly Ying Zhexu.