Outside the palace,

The shouts of Chinese soldiers and cheers were constantly heard.

In the palace, above the court.

All the Holy Martial Masters held their breath and stared at the lampstand rolling to Li Jinghong's feet.

While cheering and shouting, he landed on the ground and listened to the needle.

The comparison between the two sides makes the atmosphere of the Shengwu Court more subtle.

"The Holy Master... is really careless." Li Jinghong, who had not moved for a long time, reached out and helped the lampstand up, handed him to the guards, and let him put him in a good manner.

After doing all this, Li Jinghong returned to his seat and sat down again, continuing to look at his nose, his nose, and his heart... he didn't look squint.

Shi Siming, who had never spoken much beside An Lushan, looked at Li Jinghong deeply.

He didn't expect that An Lushan was so rebellious just now, but he could be so patient.

"I underestimated you before."

Shi Siming withdrew his gaze and frowned and pondered. He thought maybe he was too kind to Li Jinghong before.

An Lushan, who retreated from the apex of his anger, also realized that he had just opened his mouth and poked the window paper that had been around.

But now all over Shengwu are warlords he trained, and the demon clan he contacted has also invaded.

There is no need to be as careful as before.

"Hmph!" He waved his sleeves and let out a cold snorkeling from his nose. "No wonder he can't defend the country."

The matter was over, but Li Jinghong endured it.

But An Lushan's words of venting anger were so harsh when it fell among the hundreds of ministers in the court.

He was the master who insulted them just now, but now he directly slapped all the officials in the face.

Pong--

A tablet hit the ground hard.

"Demon minister, don't be too greedy. Do you really think that people in this world are afraid of you?"

A goatee Wenchen threw the purple-black black gauze hat on his head to the ground.

He pointed at An Lushan angrily.

"You two demon ministers are in chaos in our country. Our descendants of the Tang Dynasty are willing tolerate each other, but they are gaining more and more ambitions!"

"Today, even if I live or die, I will splatter with blood!"

The civil servant was fierce and his words were fierce.

An Lushan, who was already in anger, pulled out the sharp sword of the guard beside him.

Holding the sword, he stood up and pointed at Wenchen, widened his eyes and shouted:

"My husband, today I will fulfill you! After you die, your descendants will go down with you together."

The civil servant was even more aggressive, so he stepped forward with his neck stammering.

"Mysterious minister! My parents are all dead and have no children. If you are alone, how can you be threatened by you?"

"Okay! OK! OK!" An Lushan was scolded like this, gritted his teeth and walked down the steps, putting his sword on the neck of Wenchen.

"Demon minister, today I will set an example as my descendant of the Tang Dynasty! Come on!" The civil minister glared angrily.

drink--

An Lushan chopped off the head of the civil minister without saying a word.

The blood spurted out splattered all around the officials.

But they dared not make any movement, but their bodies were trembling instinctively.

An Lushan kicked the head on the ground away.

Holding the blood sword, he looked around the officials around him and said word by word:

"In this matter in the court, those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

"Otherwise, this is the end!"

After saying that, An Lushan smashed the sharp sword in his hand to the ground.

"The saint master is wise!" Among all the officials, An Lushan's confidant took the lead in speaking.

"The holy teacher is wise!"

"The holy teacher is wise!"

......

All officials immediately bent down and knelt down, celebrating their merits.

An Lushan walked back to the stage, looked down, and smiled with his chest.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Li Jinghong, who was still squinting from the audience, did not find that his nails were still stuck into his flesh.

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Somewhere in the palace, the lights are dim.

Li Jinghong has disheveled hair and looks like a ghost.

The table in front of him was in a mess, and Gao Lishi served him carefully.

"The dynasty insulted me and killed my retainers!

Immortal! Immortal!"

After yelling, he covered his face and cried again.

"Shangshu Chen Wen, the only son of the eighth generation of the Chen family, was an important official of the Li family for generations, but today he was beheaded in the court by that demon minister.

How can you bear it in your heart? How can you bear it in your heart?”

Gao Lishi sighed.

Getting closer to Li Jinghong, reaching out to caress his back.

"The King...thing will always get better. It will be good for us to be An Lushan's defeat this time."

Li Jinghong gradually stopped sobbing.

"Yuan Yi, it is naturally a good thing for the demon minister to be frustrated, but I don't have the strength either.

Today, the thief dares to kill my officials in the court, and make unreasonable remarks. Maybe he will abolish my throne tomorrow!"

Gao Lishi's face was firm.

"If that moment, the empress will definitely die before the king!"

Li Jinghong covered his face.

After a moment he looked up and said:

"Yuan Yi, have you ever got the Qishengcao?"

Gao Lishi was alert to the left and right and took out a black box from his arms.

"King, taking advantage of the chaos in Chang'an, I sent the remaining dead soldiers to collect them."

When Li Jinghong saw what he was thinking about, he didn't care about the sadness he had just created.

Take the long box directly.

Can't wait to open it.

A seven-color plant is placed in it, and the seven-color light is shining, and the fairy spirit is filled with white mist.

"It's so good. I haven't been ruined by those two old thieves for thousands of years of cultivation in my Li family."

Li Jinghong was extremely happy and gently touched Qishengcao like he was stroking a beauty.

"With this thing, I will have confidence and hope to repeat the scenery of the Tang Dynasty."

Gao Lishi asked curiously:

"What is the trick of the king?"

Li Jinghong shook his hand, wondering where to harvest the Qisheng grass.

There was a trace of ghost hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone says that my Li family relies on their ancestors to embrace their ancestors, so let the world see the majesty of the Li family's ancestors!"

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To be continued...