The sun's rays poured down from the sky, reflecting into the palaces and buildings of the palace. The carved beams and painted buildings are magnificent. It was as if the rebellion last night was just a dream, and as soon as I woke up at dawn, the dream turned into nothing and disappeared with the wind.

In the Jinluan Palace.

The tiger is not at home, and the monkey is the king.

The ministers who rarely have the opportunity to go to the Golden Palace this time caught the fat sheep and killed them.

They were spitting and making clever arguments, telling King Xiaoyao all kinds of wrongdoings, even if they did things more than ten years ago, they would be whipped again.

Otherwise, this is political correctness.

The King of Xiaoyao is like a hozen when a tree falls, and anyone who does not add insult to injury may be regarded as an accomplice. For the sake of the lives of the whole family and their own future, the ministers naturally demoted King Xiaoyao to the point of being worthless. They wanted to cut him into pieces, eat his flesh, and drink his blood. Only in this way can they relieve their hatred.

On the throne, His Highness King Qin, who had already changed his soul, suddenly felt a headache.

The court hall turned into a vegetable market, and the fierce noises and angry voices were like a hundred thousand flies buzzing in the ears.

King Qin rubbed his eyebrows. In fact, he didn't care whether Li Zaifeng died or not. The only thing he cares about now is whether Jingshun, who is enshrining himself in Mount Tai, has fallen into the trap he set.

He is waiting.

As long as the news reaches Chang'an and reaches the Jinluan Palace, then a big thing will happen!

Refining the human elixir... seizing the body... eternal life...

He had been planning for fifteen years. As long as he ascended the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Plan as the King of Qin again, it would mean that this plan was completely feasible and his fifteen years of hard work had not been wasted.

When King Qin gets old, he will start the plan of refining the human elixir again. Over and over again, he will become a truly immortal emperor!

On the throne.

The king of Qin was wandering in the sky.

In the main hall, the ministers expressed their opinions one after another, hoping to be adopted by King Qin.

Your Highness the King of Qin, the foundation of Li Zaifeng's rebellion lies in the various sects in the Jianghu. If they were not the accomplices, how could Li Zaifeng dare to commit such a treasonous act? I sincerely request Your Highness to issue an order to send an imperial envoy to inspect all states and prefectures to thoroughly investigate all the major sects in the Jianghu. If he doesn’t obey, then he will be killed!”

Your Highness, you must not do this. This statement is completely false! There are many sects in the Jianghu and it cannot be generalized. If we follow what Zhang Yushi said, I am afraid that the world will be in chaos. For the current plan, we must first appease people's hearts.

Your Highness, please listen to what I have to say. What Zhang Yushi and Doctor Lin said are of secondary importance. Now that the rebels have been suppressed, the matter will be settled as long as Li Zaifeng, the mastermind, is brought to justice. The most important thing now is The two demon and barbarian tribes in the north are eyeing me in the Central Plains. Therefore, the old minister thinks that it is better to release the demon tribe’s proton Hu Mubai back to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains as soon as possible. If this happens, the Peng tribe and the fox tribe will not be in harmony, and there will inevitably be internal fighting. This is the demon tribe Hu Xuan The deputy envoy has written the memorial, and I hope His Highness will adopt his words...

Your Royal Highness, the King of Chu was killed by the rebels, and the whole family of King Jin was wiped out. Princess Chu and the concubine of Jin who had escaped were crying and making trouble at the Queen Mother of Kunning Palace. The Queen Mother had no choice. Yes, please pay attention, Your Highness...

A few moments.

A strong wind blew outside the hall, causing everyone to stop arguing and look back at the outside of the hall.

Is this... a demonic disturbance?

A military commander murmured.

Ah, you uneducated guy, this is your style of writing!

Confucian scholars immediately despised it.

Immediately.

A Wenhe flew quickly with fluttering wings and landed directly on the Golden Palace.

General A was dissatisfied and said: Which Confucian scholar dares to put Wenhe in the Golden Palace?

General B, who had long disliked Confucian scholars, immediately echoed: It is disrespectful to the Lord and disrespectful in front of the palace. I will request an order to behead the Confucian scholar who put Wen He in public!

Shut up, everyone! The aura of literary power on Wen He's body... seems to belong to Mr. Chen, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Zhang Yushi smelled the familiar scent on Wen He and shouted immediately.

The hall immediately became silent.

Although Mr. Chen is called Chen Laoshi, they still can't afford to offend the dignified Third Rank Zuo Shilang in the Ministry of Rites.

Du Yan, the Minister of Rites, traveled eastward with Emperor Jingshun, but halfway through the journey, he turned back to Chang'an on the grounds that he was ill. Therefore, the task of presiding over the ceremony of conferring Zen on Mount Tai was given to Mr. Chen, the left minister. Counting the time, he should be on Mount Tai right now singing the Zen ritual for Emperor Jingshun. How could he have time to send Wenhe over?

Could something serious have happened?

The courtiers were also unsure at this moment and looked at each other in confusion.

When King Qin saw this, he felt suddenly happy and his eyes shot out with blazing light.

Is it finally here?

He stood up from the throne, waved his hand, and Wen He immediately burned in front of everyone's eyes, and a line of font that made the ministers collapse immediately appeared——

Taishan was assassinated and His Majesty died!

It is a short horoscope, but it carries a feeling of suffocation that makes people extremely desperate.

The sky in Dayin has collapsed...

Father...died!

Since we have already put aside the courtesy of human relations, it is natural that the acting should be done well. King Qin collapsed to the ground and called his son Lao Tzu.

My condolences, Your Highness! You must take care of yourself!

Yes, Your Highness is the supervisor of the country. Your Majesty will have to take care of your affairs after your death.

There are many loyal and good ministers in the court, but most of them are ministers who protect themselves wisely or act according to the prevailing situation.

They reacted one after another.

Now that His Majesty has passed away, the King of Qin, who is the supervisor of the country, should be in charge, right?

If you don't hug this big thick leg now, when will you wait?

Your Highness, Li Zian is requesting an audience outside the palace...

Outside the door, a summoned young eunuch hurried over.

Li Zian? If he, a doctor from the Ministry of Justice, doesn't try the case properly, why are you here?

Huh, what else can I do? I must have caught a few traitors, so I'm taking credit.

Shh, please keep your voices down. Have you forgotten that Mr. Lu from Honglu Temple is still locked up in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment! He holds Shang Fang's sword, and our heads are not enough for him to chop off!

Everyone suddenly felt a chill on their necks and immediately became as silent as cicadas. You really can't afford to offend a reckless man who won't reason with you at all.

noise.

King Qin was thoughtful.

Xuan Li Zian comes to see you...

Li Nuo was dressed in a civil servant's official robe, but with an [embroidered spring knife] hanging on his waist, striding into the Jinluan Hall.

The ministers did not dare to embarrass him publicly, but they still criticized him in private. After all, Li Nuo, who was neither civilized nor martial, was indeed a bit nondescript.

Of course, Li Nuo also heard the news of Emperor Jingshun's death outside the palace.

Emperor Jingshun, died like this?

Under the protection of tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of civil and military officials, he was assassinated?

After a brief shock, Li Nuo felt a strong atmosphere of conspiracy...

Foreigners absolutely cannot do it.

So it can only be a mole!

And the ghost...

He immediately thought of Wenzong, who secretly communicated with the Wu clan about music!

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