The emperor's big tent is actually called "military camp". It is a wooden structure with semi-permanent specifications and years of staying. It can provide defense support for the guards of the palace that accompany him, and it can also make the emperor live more comfortable.

The emperor has never summoned anyone since he entered here.

There are forbidden areas within fifteen feet of the emperor's tent, and entering without authorization is like the word "death". From a distance, you can see dense guards around you, many of whom are equipped with golden swords on their waists.

Although these golden sword cultivators are assigned to guard the emperor on weekdays, the emperor has guards, so they usually don’t mobilize many people to come over. There are very few cases of calling Yang Xiusheng, the capital of the golden sword cultivator, like this time.

The emperor's tent was very heavy, but it was shrouded by the power of a layer of formation and did not disperse, but just circled around the emperor in the middle of the tent.

The water vapor floated out of a bathtub that the emperor soaked.

The bathtub is brown, metallic, and has magic circle patterns on it. At this time, the temperature in the basin is slowly maintained. At the same time, the water flow is used to wash the medicinal bags in the card slot, and the medicine liquid is constantly pushed into the bathtub to flow, washing and soaking the body of Emperor Yang Jian.

The spider web on the emperor's chest became more and more ferocious, half an inch wide, and the color was scarlet. As the emperor's breathing seemed to tremble slightly. Only by soaking in this potion or the warm soup behind Fu'an Palace would it be quieter and the emperor would feel more comfortable.

"Your situation is awful, much worse than I thought. I didn't expect you to be so far after not seeing you for only two years."

The person who spoke was an old man sitting on the chair on the left hand of the emperor. The man looked in his sixties, his hair and beard were all white, and his age was inaccurate. He was wearing a gorgeous robe with golden patterns on the background and a noble style in the Taoist bones. He was the "King of Yongsheng" Yang Xiusheng who was discussed by others before.

There were the emperor and Yang Xiusheng in the tent. No one dared to come in without giving instructions. Moreover, there were formations arranged by Yang Xiusheng in the big tent. Under his perception, it was almost impossible to eavesdrop on their words.

The emperor half closed his eyes, leaning his head against the soft pillow by the bathtub, his whole body was slightly red, but his face was filled with comfort. He heard Yang Xiusheng's words and replied with a smile: "Uncle, how old am I? Two years have only been in seclusion and practice in a few times, and it takes a blink of an eye, but for me it is like a sea of ​​swords and fire. Haha, the days pass by day, and my body is also dulling. Now the Tangchi is left with only this medicine bath, otherwise it will be painful.

Haha, I’m not afraid of you, uncle, I feel tormented every day when I go to court, and the time I persevere is getting shorter and shorter. I don’t know how long I can last.”

Yang Xiusheng picked up a pair of medicine soup next to him and came close to smell it. The medicine soup was brought in by the eunuch before for the emperor to drink. It was cold on the side. He felt that it was wrong to smell it and frowned and said, "Are you drinking this kind of energy-enhancing medicine now? Are you begging for death by yourself?"

Yang Xiusheng did not think that the emperor did not know the harm of this medicine, and the only explanation was that the emperor did it on purpose.

Sure enough, I heard the emperor laugh at himself and said, "What else? Now I rely on this medicine soup to prevent me from being tortured crazy and still being able to handle matters. As for whether I am seeking death, haha, uncle, do you think it's better to live like this or die now?"

The emperor's words made Yang Xiusheng unable to accept it. The scene fell silent.

After a long time, the emperor suddenly said, "Uncle, you said that if I asked my second brother to take over the throne and I would practice with you myself, now I should have a Yuandan realm cultivation, right?"

"Well. You were very talented back then and you were of the middle and upper class. If you worked harder, you would probably be in the Yuandan realm now."

"It's a pity that several of us brothers were kept in the dark. In a row, three of us died and one of them left. I took the throne proudly and realized that I was actually me who lost the worst. Hehe, uncle, I remember that you advised me to give up this position. You were misunderstood by me as my second brother's lobbyist and hated you for a long time."

Yang Xiusheng also thought about the past, and the scenes from many years ago made him raise the corners of his mouth, but after a moment, his face fell down again.

"I reminded you back then that it was considered a violation of the ancestral teachings, but if you don't listen, I will do nothing. However, the royal family's replacement is already turbulent, and whether to kill or not depends on luck. Your father was quite skilled back then and forced us brothers to obey. Finally, I surpassed me, the eldest son, and successfully took the throne. As a result, things in the world are unpredictable and I can't tell who wins or loses. If I hadn't entered Fenghong Villa later and had a special identity, I wouldn't have known that there would be such a obscure reversal under the throne.

Why......"

The emperor was still free and easy when he arrived, and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't sigh for me. Being able to live to this day is already a blessing from my ancestors. Among the emperors of our royal family, I can be ranked in the top three even if I die now, right?

It was just that the matter was messy and messed up a little, which disrupted my previous arrangements. I don’t know if I could arrange my funeral before death.”

"If you need any help from me, just say it." Yang Xiusheng, as the leader of the Golden Sword Cultivator, already has the important task of defending the royal family. He is also Yang Jian's uncle, and he has the responsibility to both public and private.

"Help me suppress Yang Yansi."

"Yang Yansi? I just said why did you suddenly pull me out of the mountain? It turned out to be to guard against him? However, Yang Yansi has always been loyal and has made great contributions in the country. Are you sure you want to move him? And now the south is starting another army? Are you not afraid of the soldiers on the front line being too careful?"

"The current general manager of the border army in the south is Zuo Yuliang. He is my own person. He can stabilize the border army. As long as the border army is not in chaos, it will not cause fire in the army. At most, some dogs bark, and killing them is not a big deal.

The key is Yang Yansi. This man has a great reputation in the country. In order to promote the "God of War" of a country to stabilize the hearts of the people, he had to delegate power to manage military affairs. Now he is too big to do anything, and he can't be easily moved.

But as long as you are willing to take action, suppress him and prevent him from causing trouble, that is. Only you in the state can suppress him." The emperor sat upright from the bathtub, his expression no longer felt as relaxed as before, looking at Yang Xiusheng on the left waiting for an answer.

"Yang Yansi is also considered a branch of our royal family. He has a very talented talent. Now he also has the first level of Xuanhai Realm and has the possibility of improving. But he can't make trouble in front of me, so you can rest assured." Yang Xiusheng nodded cautiously to the emperor and directly agreed to this job.

However, Yang Xiusheng still wondered: "What did he do? Just listen to your tone and just suppress him?"

"Hmph, collude with foreign enemies and secretly invest in enemies."
Chapter completed!