"I don't dare. I think your majesty was also deceived by others. I am loyal to your majesty and sincere to my friends. I have never done anything to disgrace my friends or the Jin Dynasty. I ask your majesty to find out the reason and give me justice." Lin Junsheng.
He replied quickly.
"What a eloquent person. He really doesn't shed tears until he sees the coffin." The little emperor said with his tongue.
At this time, Yuan Ming, who was standing aside, suddenly showed a smile and walked out.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of King Xian and Lin Junsheng jumped at the same time. The Imperial Master sitting beside him also picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Lin Junsheng, you say you are innocent? King Xian, you say you are unjust? Then please take a look at this." Yuan Ming said, taking out a blue orb from his sleeve.
It is Ma Xingkong's magic weapon that can record light and shadow scenes.
Yuan Ming raised his hand and threw it up, offering up the orb, and a magic formula sank into it.
I saw a bright blue light emitting from the bead body, and after spinning, it turned into a blue water curtain, with sections of light and shadow scenes emerging on it. It was the scene of the meeting between Prince Xian and Lin Junsheng.
The words of the conversation between the two were clear and intelligible, and they all fell into the ears of the courtiers in the hall.
"Don't worry, you are now a disciple of Changchun Temple, and he has no evidence. Yuan Ming survived because of your mistake. Your father has already fulfilled your request, and the Imperial Master has made an exception to accept you as a disciple. You have also entered Changchun Temple.
, but I can’t protect you for a while, Yuan Ming, you have to solve it yourself.”
The results are clear at a glance.
Lin Junsheng's eyes widened. He never expected that the scene of his meeting with the Prince Xian would actually reappear here.
"Lin Junsheng, what do you have to say now?" the little emperor asked with a sneer.
"me……"
No matter how eloquently he argued in front of the evidence, he was ultimately helpless.
"Uncle Eighth Emperor, what do you say?" The little emperor looked at the wise king again.
A look of despair appeared on the latter's pale face, and he suddenly spoke again: "Your Majesty, this is what my treacherous son did under the guise of my name, and I have no knowledge of it."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.
Everyone was shocked by the shamelessness of the wise king. In order to protect himself, he even shied all the blame on his son.
"Your Majesty, I have been fighting all year round for Zuo of the Jin Dynasty. I have served the country all my life and have only one son. However, I never expected to be so hated and assassinated by the wise king. I really don't understand. What is wrong with me?" General Yuan, who had been silent for a long time, finally said
He spoke.
His few words moved everyone in the civil and military circles.
For military generals like him, especially those who are fighting abroad, almost all their family members are in the capital. In fact, they are no different from protons, and they are regarded as a means of checks and balances for the imperial court.
They had never questioned this, but what happened to Yuan Ming made them realize that one day in the future, their children might be harmed for unknown reasons, and they suddenly felt sympathy.
"Your Majesty, please punish the virtuous king severely and bring justice to General Yuan's family." A general came out of the queue and clasped his fists.
Immediately afterwards, seven or eight people came out one after another.
"I request you to severely punish the wise king and kill Lin Junsheng." Civil servants also spoke out one after another.
For a time, the entire court was filled with requests for orders to kill people.
The wise king was completely panicked now, and couldn't help but look at the Imperial Master sitting beside him, his eyes full of prayer.
The trace of calmness in Lin Junsheng's eyes completely disappeared, and he also looked at the Imperial Master for help.
The reason why he agreed to the King Xian to deal with Yuan Ming in the first place was precisely because he could enter the Changchun Monastery to practice and worship under the master Yuhu Taoist Priest.
Because this not only means that he can safely embark on the path of spiritual practice, but also means that the assassination was supported by the National Preceptor, who will be his biggest supporter in the future.
"Your Majesty." Taoist Priest Yuhu put down his tea cup and sighed.
The little emperor looked at him without saying anything, but a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, now that this matter is clear, please make a decision as soon as possible and don't delay the passing ceremony." Taoist Priest Yuhu said.
But before the little emperor could speak, he spoke again:
"The Eighth Prince, the Wise King, is an important minister in the court and a relative of the emperor and the nation. Please consider the blood relationship and his assistance over the years and spare his life. As for Lin Junsheng, since he has already worshiped me
I would like to ask your majesty to leave him to me for my sake."
He said a few words lightly, just to save these two people.
However, when the civil and military officials in the court heard the words, they did not dare to argue, because although the imperial master never participated in secular government affairs, his cultivation was unpredictable at the same time. He was the invisible spokesperson of Changchun Temple in the court. As long as he opened his mouth, anyone could do it.
We need to consider the weight of it. Everyone couldn't help but look at the little emperor's grandfather, and saw that his face remained unmoved as usual.
"Your Majesty..." General Yuan frowned and said.
But before he could say anything, the little emperor reached out and pressed his hand, signaling him to stop talking.
General Yuan's expression was stagnant, his eyes full of disappointment.
The rest of the people sighed secretly, thinking that this was going to be the case and the dust had settled.
"The national preceptor, the wise king and Lin Junsheng conspired to kill the envoy, and the person who was murdered was the son of our general. My companion, how can such a serious crime be forgiven? According to my will, they must be killed. If the justice of heaven cannot be demonstrated,
That means that I, as an emperor, am not qualified for my duties. I still need to be diligent and self-denial and work hard to govern. How can I just retire? How can I be qualified to go to Changchun to practice?" As the little emperor said, he was thunderous.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
They never expected that the little emperor would go so far for Yuan Ming?
This is already threatening the Imperial Master with the matter of abdicating his position to practice.
Prince Qing, who had been shocked from the beginning, now just wanted to kill his eighth uncle as soon as possible. As for Lin Junsheng, it didn't matter if he was cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.
The old emperor, who had been sitting and watching the play, frowned when he heard that the young emperor was giving up his practice.
"Tianming, the matter of passing the throne is related to the unification of the country, how can it be a child's play?"
"Grandpa, if this matter is not handled properly, the national law will become a child's play. Children can withdraw, but can the national law be withdrawn?" the little emperor asked rhetorically.
The old emperor frowned when he heard this, looked at the Imperial Preceptor and said: "Senior Brother Yuhu, although you are the Imperial Preceptor, your duty is to guide the new emperor in his practice, and you should not interfere in secular state affairs. Don't forget, Lin Junsheng is just a worshipper.
I have entered your sect and have not yet been officially entered into the genealogy of Changchun Temple."
What he meant was that Lin Junsheng was not yet an official disciple of Changchun Temple. He should be under the jurisdiction of the Jin Dynasty, and it was not his turn to be such a protective figure.
The old emperor actually didn't care about these worldly matters, who lived and who died. What he cared about was whether his precious grandson, who had excellent spiritual qualifications, could enter Changchun Temple and practice as soon as possible.
Hearing this, the Imperial Master opened his mouth to speak, but finally closed his mouth under the gaze of the old emperor.
This means that no one will plead for Lin Junsheng and Xian Wang anymore, and they will definitely die.
The last spark of hope in Lin Junsheng's eyes was extinguished, and he slumped to the ground.
"Come here, take the King Xian and Lin Junsheng into prison, and they will be executed soon." The little emperor shouted in a low voice, and immediately some soldiers came forward and captured the two of them.
The wise king looked frightened and opened his mouth to speak, but after looking at each other with the Imperial Master, he immediately fell silent.
Lin Junsheng seemed to have lost his soul at this moment, and he fell into a trance. But when his arm was held down again, he suddenly became hysterical.
He waved his arms, struggled to push away the two people who came to control him, and roared with unwillingness on his face:
"Your Majesty, I have been wronged. The reason why I was bewitched by the wise king is because someone else was instigating this matter, and the instigating person was the country..."
Seeing the word "National Master" coming out, everyone was shocked.
Xian Wang looked at Lin Junsheng with an expression as if he was looking at a madman. On the contrary, Yuan Ming, the person involved, was the most calm and composed.
At this moment, everyone felt a wave of hot air rising in the hall.
"Huhu..."
A ball of blazing fire roared out and hit Junsheng Lin in the chest before he could say something crazy.
The next moment, the fire suddenly exploded with a loud bang.
Lin Junsheng's body immediately exploded in the flames and turned into ashes.
The impact of the powerful air wave instantly overturned the surrounding civil servants and generals. The palace was in chaos for a while, and the soldiers stationed outside also rushed in with swords in hand.
"Kill and silence?" This was the first thought that came to everyone's mind in the palace.
They all turned their attention to the Imperial Master, only to find that he was drinking tea calmly from a tea cup without making any aggressive moves.
At this time, everyone was surprised to find that the person who cast the explosive spell was the young emperor Liu Tianming.
"I have already made it clear to you that you are a bold thief. He actually dares to bite you. He really deserves death." The little emperor shouted angrily.
While speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Yuan Ming beside him. Seeing that Yuan Ming still maintained a calm expression and didn't seem to have any special reaction to this, the little emperor felt relieved.
Yuan Ming actually understood the little emperor's dilemma. The two of them had already agreed to deal with Lin Junsheng and the Eighth Prince in today's throne passing ceremony, but that was limited to this. No matter how you look at it, Yuan Ming's power is now
It was not enough to make the Imperial Preceptor pay the price. The Imperial Preceptor's reputation, cultivation, Changchun Temple's background, and even his power in the court far exceeded Yuan Ming.
"This matter is over, the throne transfer ceremony will continue." The little emperor's words were the final word for this farce. Immediately, attendants came up to clean up the stains in the hall.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the storm was finally over.
"Your Majesty, I have something else to say." At this moment, Yuan Ming's voice suddenly sounded.
At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that during the entire conflict, Yuan Ming, who was the party involved, had actually not spoken much from beginning to end. His presence was so low that people almost forgot that he was the unlucky victim.
So when he opened his mouth, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.
The little emperor's expression changed slightly, and General Yuan also frowned nervously.
The two of them were the people who knew Yuan Ming best in the entire hall, so they immediately guessed what Yuan Ming wanted to do.