"Damn!"
"This bastard is too ruthless!"
Li Shimin looked at Zhao Guangyi writhing on the ground, and felt a chill down his groin.
Li Xiuning and the other female generals turned their faces away. It was too tragic!
Ge Luoyang, who had uttered the words "kick the eggs first in a fight," was also dumbfounded. Had he inadvertently become a clueless teammate?
He rushed over to Zhao Guangyi and asked with great concern, "Emperor Song, how are you? How many are broken?"
Zhao Guangyi: !!!
The pain in his groin left him utterly heartbroken. The thought of his future happiness being gone was worse than killing him.
After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "Quick, quickly send for the imperial physician!"
Seeing that he could still speak, Ge Luoyang's anxious heart was put at ease.
As long as he didn't die, that was fine.
He walked over to Zhao Xu and looked at him with admiration: "My master said that your posthumous temple name is Shenzong. I'll call you Emperor Shenzong then."
Zhao Xu was stunned. Temple name? Shenzong? Himself?
The characters used in laudatory temple names were usually words like Shi, Tai, Gao, Xian, Ren, Xiao, and so on.
But what did this "Shen" mean?
He was momentarily lost, racking his brains but unable to recall any emperor in history who received the temple name Shenzong.
This was because he, like his grandfather, was the first user of his respective temple name.
His grandfather was the first Renzong.
He was the first Shenzong!
Shenzong, in later terms, meant "lunatic." During his reign, he caused a lot of trouble, but his achievements were meager. What else could he be but a lunatic?
Of course, he couldn't possibly know this.
"Presumptuous! How dare you curse the reigning emperor! You truly wish to die!" Sima Guang, holding his jaw, reprimanded them sternly from the side.
Ge Luoyang turned to him with a look of disdain. "Presumptuous, presumptuous, presumptuous! You old man, can't you say anything other than 'presumptuous'?"
"Outrageous! You~~"
"Oh, you actually know other words? Then can you try saying another one?"
"Bold! You, you~~"
"Oh, is there anything else? Say something new to let me hear!"
Ge Luoyang interrupted Sima Guang twice, looking at him with a sneer.
"You, you, you, pfft~~~~~"
Truly, when a scholar meets a soldier, reason is of no avail.
Sima Guang was so angered that he spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it onto Wang Anshi beside him, and then fell straight down.
Wang Anshi not only did not agree but also complained with a look of disgust: "Tsk tsk tsk, I only wore this outfit for three months. With this splattering, I have no choice but to change it!"
Ouyang Xiu heard this and shook his head helplessly. He walked over and felt Zhao Guangyi's nose. Fortunately, he was not dead.
He quickly shouted to the imperial guards, "What are you standing there for? Hurry and invite the imperial physician!"
Then, someone turned and ran towards the palace.
Zhang Dun sighed a few times and took out a small notebook and a brush from hisζ.
He looked at Zhao Guangyi and indeed saw blood flowing from between his legs.
Dipping the brush in the blood, he recorded something in the notebook.
Seeing his actions, Zhao Xu's face instantly darkened.
"Minister Zhang, this matter does not need to be recorded, does it?"
He regretted kicking that leg. As the monarch, if such a low-class move were to spread, wouldn't he be laughed to death?
Zhang Dun's official position was Director of the Three Divisions' Regulations, concurrently a Scholar of the Jixian Hall and a Reviser of the Zhongshu. He participated in the formulation of new laws, supervised national history, and compiled the Veritable Records.
Now that what he was writing down was to be included in the Veritable Records, wouldn't his kick to the groin be passed down through the ages?
"Your Majesty, it is my duty. Please forgive me!"
Zhang Dun replied without lifting his head, continuing to write.
Zhao Xu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, darker than the deceased Bao Zheng. Damn it, he was careless!
Footsteps approached them from a distance. Ge Luoyang looked towards the sound and saw the imperial guards bringing the imperial physician.
He said to his team members, "Go, bring those guys carrying the medicine boxes over. Let them take a look at Emperor Song first. Our master took his money, so we can't let him die here."
"Yes, boss."
Four special forces soldiers, holding AKs, walked towards them.
"Someone, arrest them!"
The leader of the guards, though knowing they were no match, could not allow the imperial physician to be snatched away. Where would the royal dignity be then?
"Tutu tut tut~~"
The guards behind him had just moved when they were forced back by a burst of bullets.
The leader gnashed his teeth in hatred but was helpless.
Ge Luoyang did not know who the "Guard Zhan" he mentioned was. Seeing the imperial physician being brought back, he pointed to Zhao Guangyi on the ground and said, "Hurry up and check on him!"
Their arrogant attitude made Zhao Xu feel like a clown, utterly humiliated!
"The Royal Cat is here! Who dares to be presumptuous outside the palace!"
Just then, a loud shout came from afar, followed by a large group of imperial guards rushing over from the left turret of Xuande Gate.
One person, with his right hand on his sword hilt and his left arm swinging, moved like a swallow. With a leap, he covered two to three meters.
In just a moment, he had rushed before Zhao Xu.
He did not bow to pay his respects but glared fiercely at Zhao Guangyi, Ge Luoyang, and Li Shimin and his group in the distance.
"Guard Zhan, you've come at the right time! Quickly, arrest these villains for me, and be careful of hidden weapons!"
Zhao Xu's heart was filled with confidence upon seeing the arrival, and his expression became much more assured.
The person was none other than Zhan Zhao. When Bao Zheng was alive, he was granted the title of a fourth-rank bodyguard with a sword by Emperor Yingzong Zhao Shu, and he was assigned to the Kaifeng Prefecture.
After Bao Zheng's death eight years ago, he was recruited into the palace to lead a contingent of guards to protect the imperial court.
Zhan Zhao merely nodded in response. When the imperial guards who followed him surged forward, he waved his hand.
"Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, follow me to capture these rebels!"
"Yes!"
His contingent of guards was different from the others. They were all martial arts experts from the jianghu who had willingly surrendered out of admiration for Bao Zheng's integrity.
After Bao Zheng's death, they had grown accustomed to serving and did not wish to return to wandering the world. Thus, they gathered under Zhan Zhao and became imperial guards.
When these people made their move, their momentum was several times stronger than the previous imperial guards.
Some wielded sabers, some swords, some whips, some maces β they used all sorts of weapons.
Zhan Zhao took the lead, drew the long saber at his waist, leaped forward, and charged towards Ge Luoyang.
ps: There is one more chapter, which will be released in about fifteen minutes.