Hand Medicine Fragrance

Chapter 208 Contest
The embroidered clothes envoy made Liang Sishua pull out the long sword at his waist, with a bloodthirsty look on his face.

Yu Zhende snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on Prime Minister Wen, "Prime Minister Wen, I heard that when I first came to the throne, you wanted to retire and return home, didn't you?"

Prime Minister Wen was startled, and his back was covered with cold sweat, "The old minister is getting old..."

Yu Zhende didn't allow him to return to his hometown on his old age, and left him the position of prime minister, which had already emptied him of power.

Even the junior colleagues who used to respect him as a teacher and always called "Sir" when they met each other, now avoid him.

"Are you old? You are not here at this time, but you don't want to serve me. You still miss Chai Xian in your heart. At this moment, you hope that Chai Xian will defeat me so that you can ascend to the throne, right?" Yu Zhende asked with a sneer.

Prime Minister Wen frowned and didn't speak.

The colleague beside him nudged him lightly, "Say a good word, and save your life..."

Beads of sweat on Prime Minister Wen's forehead slid down his cheeks, but he still didn't speak.

"Yes or no?" Yu Zhende asked again.

Prime Minister Wen suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly stood up from the ground, "That's right! The old minister wants the crown prince to defeat you, a traitor! If you hadn't been enthroned with the emperor's edict, the old minister would never have stayed here. In the court! I wanted to protect this great cause for the former emperor, but you...you are a traitor and a traitor, but you are doing great harm! The crown prince! "

The voice did not fall.

Prime Minister Wen's head gurgled and rolled down.

Hot blood splashed on the temple.

It even splashed on the faces of the kneeling colleagues around them, and immediately aroused screams.

Yu Zhende was taken aback for a moment, then turned his gaze to Commander Embroidered Clothes, "What are you doing?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Wen Cheng is disrespectful to His Majesty, and should be executed!" Seeing the bright red blood and smelling the blood, Liang Si seemed more excited and his face glowed.

Yu Zhende took a deep breath, "Didn't I tell you to kill him?! Is it time to kill him now? Let me hear what this old man can say, you..."

Liang Si hurriedly handed over his hands and pleaded guilty.

"Forget it, if you kill it, kill it. The news is not allowed to spread for the time being. You go and bring his grandson Wen Jing into the palace. After capturing Wen Jing, give the head of Prime Minister Wen to the prince!" Yu Zhende said coldly Smile.

It seems that they are not talking about a human life, not the life of a prime minister.

It's just like pigs, horses, cattle and sheep...

The hall was even more solemn and stagnant, and the faces of the kneeling ministers were pale and ugly.

The prime minister's family did not know that the prime minister was dead.When the embroidered messenger came to the house and said that the prime minister wanted to see his grandson and bring Wen Jing into the palace, the Wen family also felt that something was wrong and refused to hand over Wen Jing.

The embroidered clothes emissary couldn't help but mobilized force to snatch it, and threatened Prime Minister Wen's safety in the palace.

The prime minister's family was helpless and watched Wen Jing helplessly. The child whom the prime minister valued and liked the most was snatched away by the embroidered clothes messenger.

Prime Minister Wen's head was sent out of the city gate to Zhao Yuanzhen and Chai Xian.

Chai Xian's complexion changed drastically immediately, and he threw himself on the horse's back and cried loudly, sobbing uncontrollably.

The envoy who came to pass the message said: "The sage said that there are naturally many people in the palace who should cooperate with the former prince. If you don't care about their lives and refuse to retreat, the sage will kill a minister every hour. Send his head to you, the first prince."

Chai Xian was furious and swung his knife to kill the messenger.

Zhao Yuanzhen and brother Xuan took his knife and stopped him.

Chai Xian's eyes were about to burst, "How dare... How dare he force me with this? Such a tyrannical person, how long does he think he can sit on the throne? Even if I don't cut him down, heaven will not tolerate him! When he said this and did this, his life was already dead! His time of death has come!"

Prime Minister Wen's severed neck was still stained with blood, and his eyes were wide open. Although he was lifeless and lifeless, it could be seen that he must have been in a rage when he was beheaded.

Chai Xian turned his eyes away, didn't look at Prime Minister Wen, stared at the envoy and roared: "I won't kill you, you go! Tell Yu Zhende exactly what I said! Tell him! His death time has come, come and die!"

It was said that the envoy was sent out of Chai Xian's camp and returned to the city on horseback.

Zhao Yuanzhen stood in front of the formation, looking up into the distance.

The manpower gathered by these rivers and lakes gangs, as well as the people who were dissatisfied with the court's willingness to join, although they had not received formal training, but with the righteousness in their hearts, they were able to suppress the arrogance of Yu Zhende's army.

In addition, his old department mobilized troops to participate, although it was inferior to Yu Zhende in terms of regulation and equipment, it was able to suppress him in terms of momentum.

The capital is in danger, no wonder he is such a menacing threat.

It seemed that he was pushed into a hurry.

"Your Majesty, let Rong Chen command the troops to retreat for ten miles?" Zhao Yuanzhen said to Chai Xian after seeing the situation.

Prime Minister Wen's head was covered, but Chai Xian's expression was still extremely ugly.

Zhao Yuanzhen spoke to him, but he didn't seem to hear it.

Brother Xuan shook his head at him, then pointed to Prime Minister Wen's covered head.

Zhao Yuanzhen took a step forward, and suddenly hugged Prime Minister Wen's head into his arms.

Chai Xian Chai Xian was shocked and stared at him, "Don't touch him!"

Zhao Yuanzhen looked at him with pursed lips, "Prime Minister Wen is dead, the Holy One guess whose head Yu Zhende will send next?"

"What did you say?" Chai Xian's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"Does His Majesty think that he can't do this kind of thing?" Zhao Yuanzhen asked expressionlessly.

Chai Xian was panting heavily, but his face was pale and bloodless with anger.

"My Majesty begged the emperor to cherish the lives of the ministers who were held in the hands of Yu Zhende, and Rong Chen retreated ten miles." Zhao Yuanzhen said it again.

Chai Xian frowned and looked at him, hesitantly said: "Now our army is in high spirits, retreat ten miles at this time...will it be..."

"Reorganize and arrange the deployment of our army, let them know what Yu Zhende has done to the loyal veterans, and arouse their anger and fighting spirit. Although Prime Minister Wen is the prime minister of the first dynasty, he is very close to the people. In the past I often go back to my hometown to work on farming and donate to the poor, which is highly praised and admired by the people." Zhao Yuanzhen said.

Chai Xian nodded slowly, "Prime Minister Wen is kind and amiable. I remember listening to his lectures when I was young...but now..."

His eyes were slightly red, and he waved his hands at Zhao Yuanzhen, weeping.

"Just do as you say..."

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Yu Zhende wandered around the hall with his hands behind his back, looking at the ministers kneeling all over the hall, his gaze was as cold as a snake.From time to time, a sneer appeared from the corner of his mouth.

The kneeling ministers felt chills in their hearts, trembling for fear that they would be the next to have their heads chopped off.

Prime Minister Wen's blood was still clean, and the smell of blood still permeated the hall.

The embroidered clothes envoy made Liang Siqiao sit beside the hall, his eyes shining brightly, he was playing with the long sword in his hand, and his left index finger was wiping the blood on the sword, like a cold envoy from hell, with a terrifying smile.

"Has it been an hour?" Yu Zhende asked suddenly.

Liang Si got up immediately, holding the long sword in his hand, and stood up straight.

The official bowed and replied: "It's just an hour before the messenger returns!"

Yu Zhende smiled coldly, "Okay, I heard that this war has not stopped? Next, who will you choose?"

Liang Si's long sword held a sword flower in his hand.

The cold light on the sword made all the kneeling officials tremble.

Whether it is a person who is loyal to Yu Zhende and follows him to do evil.He still has the heart to serve the imperial court, is willing to work for Chai Xian, and help orthodox people.

No one wants to die here just like this, suffocated and useless.

Man is the knife and I am the fish.Being in prison, I can only hope that the former prince Chai Xian will care more about their lives than the throne.

"The minister's sword is ready, just waiting for the Holy Majesty to speak." Liang Si said with a smile.

His voice made the ministers even more breathless.

Yu Zhende's eyes swept across the crowd, and suddenly stopped on someone, that person felt like a thorn in his back, and his life was about to die.

"Report to Your Majesty—"

Outside the hall, an eunuch suddenly ran up to him, panting.

"Retreat, retreat! The former prince has already retreated!"

call--

It was almost audible that the ministers in the palace let out a long sigh of relief.

Like the heart in the throat, it fell back into the stomach.

Only then did the officials realize that their heads and bodies were all wet with cold sweat. Looking around, the others were not much better than themselves.

Yu Zhende chuckled, "Retired? He knows the current affairs."

Liang Si snorted softly, bored and disappointed, sat back in his seat, raised his feet to look at the blood on the sword.

"Rectify the soldiers and horses in the city..." Yu Zhende ordered, "Call the embroidered clothes envoys to meet me in the Ganlu Hall!"

Liang Si got up immediately, bowed his hands and took the order to leave.

At this time, Ma Wenzhao, who was thousands of miles away, did not know what earth-shaking events had happened in the capital.

He is planning this big event, which is the most important and crucial thing for him.

Although it cannot be said that success or failure depends on one action, it is related to how long it will take him and how much effort he will take to regain the throne.

He is now waiting with bated breath, waiting for the arrival of the envoy from the Kingdom of Shu.

(End of this chapter)