SFS Chapter 223 Turnaround
Chapter 223 Turnaround
At this time, the Imperial Master came over cautiously, bent over, and said, "Your Majesty, this matter needs to be discussed carefully." Emperor Yuxuan glared at him and kicked him, "You come to make trouble too?" The Imperial Master was so scared that he quickly stepped back and almost fell down, "I dare not."
Concubine Wan looked on coldly from the side. The emperor was an absolute lunatic at this moment. Emperor Yuxuan was upset and waved his hands vigorously, "Shut up! Don't tell me you are innocent. This really makes me angry."
Little Sizhe was like a cheerful little bird, jumping around in the coffin and singing non-stop, "La la la, into the imperial mausoleum, la la la, back to the Golden Court..." His little face was filled with excitement, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked so cheerful, as if he was not going to the gloomy imperial mausoleum, but to a paradise full of joy.
Emperor Yuxuan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears. He didn't expect that Xiao Sizhe would be happy to send them to the imperial mausoleum. No! What if he really returned to Jinting Bulaoxiang, would he come back? He definitely couldn't come back. No! He must not be sent to the imperial mausoleum.
Damn it, seeing you are so happy, I will never let you, a madman, be happy! Humph! Emperor Yuxuan cursed in his heart, and his face became more and more ugly.
"Hey, um um!" Emperor Yuxuan cleared his throat forcefully, and the sound rang out in the Qingxin Cottage like a muffled thunder.
His brows were knitted tightly together, forming a deep “川” character. His eyes were flashing with anger, and he said loudly, “Hey! I’ve changed my mind! It’s not the seventh day yet. I’ll send him to the imperial mausoleum after the seventh day! But by then, you must come up with the secret of longevity for me, okay? Otherwise, he will really be sent to the imperial mausoleum.”
As he spoke, he waved his arms, and his momentum seemed to make the air around him tremble.
When Xiao Sizhe heard this, he immediately refused to give in. He put his hands on his hips, his face flushed red, and shouted, "No, no! I want to enter the imperial mausoleum, I want to enter the imperial mausoleum now, I don't want to stay here! I want to go back, I want to go back to Jinting right away!"
His little feet stomped loudly in the coffin, as if protesting against Emperor Yuxuan's decision.
Emperor Yuxuan's beard was wiggling like dry grass in the wind. His temper, which had finally calmed down, was ignited again by Xiao Sizhe's spark! His face flushed as red as liver, and the veins on his neck bulged out like winding earthworms.
A loud roar was heard: "Am I the emperor or are you the emperor?" The sound was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the Qingxin Hut, making everyone's ears buzz.
Qingxin Hut immediately fell silent, as if time had stopped at this moment. Everyone was so frightened by Emperor Yuxuan's roar that they dared not breathe. They lowered their heads and even breathed carefully.
Sikong Yan, the "dead man", almost jumped out of his coffin because of his roar. He was lying there quietly, but was startled by the sudden roar. His body trembled involuntarily, and he secretly complained in his heart: "What is this? I was shot even when I was lying down."
The ministers looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and helplessness. Some ministers were so scared that their legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground; some ministers kept wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads, praying in their hearts that this storm would pass quickly.
The Imperial Master was observing secretly from the side, secretly calculating his own plans.
Concubine Wan was so frightened that her face turned pale. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, afraid that she would make any sound.
Emperor Yuxuan's eyes were wide open, staring at Xiao Sizhe, as if he wanted to pierce through him with his gaze.
Little Sizhe was not afraid at all. Facing Emperor Yuxuan's gaze, he said stubbornly, "Anyway, I want to enter the imperial mausoleum now, and no one can stop me!"
Emperor Yuxuan was so angry that he stamped his feet, "You ignorant little brat, do you really think I dare not punish you?"
Xiao Sizhe pouted, "Come on, come on, I'm not afraid!"
At this time, a minister stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Xiao Sizhe is young and ignorant. Please don't argue with him."
Emperor Yuxuan snorted coldly, "Young and ignorant? He is going to rebel!"
Xiao Sizhe made a face and said, "I just want to rebel, what do you think?"
Emperor Yuxuan was so angry that he almost passed out. "Someone, bring this little lunatic out and chop him up!"
Xiao Sizhe burst into laughter, the laughter was clear and loud, but also a bit crazy, "It's faster to chop it off! I don't even need to enter the imperial mausoleum, ah ha ha!" He laughed so hard that he fell backwards, as if he really didn't care about life or death.
However, deep in his heart, he secretly blamed himself: "Oh, I really overacted this trick. If the emperor really chops me to death, and Brother Yan doesn't run out of the coffin to save me, then I will be exposed."
His eyes unconsciously glanced at the coffin, and he prayed silently in his heart that Sikong Yan would not let him down.
At this moment, Xiao Lan ran in in ragged clothes. Her hair was messy, her clothes were tattered, and her face was covered with dust and blood. "Wait, I killed him, if you want to kill me, kill me, it has nothing to do with him!" Her voice was hoarse and firm, and her eyes were full of determination.
Xiao Sizhe opened his eyes wide in astonishment, his eyes were so wide open that his eyeballs almost popped out. He couldn't believe his eyes. Wasn't Xiao Lan'er in the prison car? How did she get out? He didn't have time to think about it, but he was so happy in his heart. God will not let me go! Since Xiao Lan'er made such a fuss, I don't have to die, hehe! He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground instantly.
Emperor Yuxuan hummed and glared at Xiaolan. His eyes were like a sharp sword, as if he wanted to pierce Xiaolan.
Isn't this the fake one? Why isn't he dead? Didn't the good concubine say that she had given him a life-threatening poison and killed him? Not good! Emperor Yuxuan's heart skipped a beat, like a huge rock falling into the abyss.
Wouldn't my plan be exposed if he showed up? Very good! Since you want to die, I will grant your wish! His face instantly became gloomy and terrifying, as if a storm was about to come.
"Someone come! Drag this murderer who killed the prince out and chop him up first!" Emperor Yuxuan roared. The sound was deafening and the whole Qingxin Cottage trembled.
His hands were clenched into fists, and the veins on his arms bulged, showing his extreme anger at the moment.