Prince Zhao Gou was holding Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo, his father, hostage with a golden dagger.
Emperor Hui Zhao Shuo lowered his head and glanced at the shimmering dagger, then looked at his son's face again.
An unfamiliar expression appeared on this familiar face, including tension, fear, and joy after gaining power.
In short, he had never seen this kind-hearted son show such an expression.
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo's heart suddenly sank, and he asked in a low voice.
"Gou'er, what is this?"
Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Gou's forehead, but his hand was steady, and the blade gently touched Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo's neck, piercing the flesh when he was close, but not posing a threat to the opponent when he was far away.
He smiled slightly, and he had maintained this smile for many years, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
However, what he did at this time was irresponsible and could be described as treason.
"Father, I do not want the Song Dynasty to become a vassal of the Western barbarians, nor do I want the people of the Song Dynasty to become the bastards of the foreigners."
The words he spoke can be said to be upright and upright, with words to express.
However, no one knows his son better than his father. As a father, how could Zhao Shuo not know what his son was thinking, and how could he tell how true or false this sentence was?
At that moment, Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo sneered.
"Oh? Why aren't you afraid that after my father achieves immortality, you will no longer be able to get the chance to sit on the dragon chair in Chongde Hall?"
At this point, the father and son had basically fallen out. Zhao Gou's expression did not change when his true feelings were revealed, and he just patted Zhao Shuo's neck with the flat side of his dagger.
"Please rest assured that I will not harm my father. After today's incident, I ask you to be a supreme emperor in peace and contentment."
After speaking, Zhao Gou took Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo hostage and turned around to step down.
This scene was naturally seen by everyone present.
At this time, all the civil and military officials on the stage stood up, all dumbfounded, wondering what the fuss between their Majesty the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince was about.
The people rioted, the monks rioted, and the God-Proclaiming Ceremony was already in chaos. Why was the emperor still being held hostage by his son at this time?
It was premeditated. This was definitely premeditated, otherwise the probability of it happening to my colleagues would have been too small.
A civil servant reacted and immediately shouted to the high platform.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince! This is a great crime of disobedience! Let Your Majesty go quickly!"
Some people also agreed and reprimanded Prince Zhao Gou one after another.
However, Zhao Gou was not chased away by them. He still held Zhao Shuo hostage, raised his head and shouted sternly at everyone.
"No one is allowed to move!"
After speaking, he looked warily at Lu Heng on another high platform and found that the other person was also looking at him.
Lu Heng's half-smiling expression seemed to have remained unchanged for a thousand years. Even after such a sudden change, he didn't lose his composure at all and remained firmly seated in his chair.
However, Zhao Gou was still very uneasy and immediately shouted to him.
"You are not allowed to move either!"
Upon hearing this, National Master Lu Heng raised his hands symbolically to show that he would never move.
The father and son climbed down the tall building in a very disharmonious manner. They estimated the safe distance and Prince Zhao Gou was determined.
The civil servants reprimanded and cursed the surrounding imperial guards for why they didn't come to escort him.
In response to this, Wang Ming, the deputy commander of the Forbidden Army who was responsible for the security of Xuanshentai, stood aside and said nothing.
At this moment, Princess Linyang's figure had appeared on the platform of Xuan Shen Tai. Her face looked a little surprised, or perhaps incredulous.
Obviously, the escape of the monks and the replacement of the portraits of the priests were not within the scope of her plan, but they played a huge role in the rebellion.
This is the collapse of people's hearts. Once the people's hearts of Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo and the Twelve Divine Palaces fall to the bottom, then the replacement of the Song Dynasty will be smoother, and the purge of the imperial court can be carried out smoothly.
Lin Yang didn't know who was planning all this, but a figure flashed subconsciously in his mind.
"Xie Changyuan, is it you?" Lin Yang thought to himself.
After coming back to her senses, Princess Linyang saw that her father and brother had left the high platform, and she immediately cleared her throat.
"Lu Heng! Today is the end of you and the Demon Palace! Take action!"
She deliberately stood in a conspicuous place so that her subordinates could observe her orders in the noisy battlefield with tens of thousands of people.
As soon as a move was made, two sparks quickly flew up from the high platform where Lu Heng and Fukuda Ichiro were.
Everyone was a little confused when they saw this scene.
Why are there sparks? Are fireworks set off in broad daylight?
"call out!"
The two sparks burned at an astonishing speed, like two arrows from the string, reaching the bottom of the two high platforms in an instant.
But at this moment, the direction of the sparks suddenly turned and disappeared into the high platform in the center.
This is the original location of Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo.
A thunder exploded on the high platform, followed by a terrifying shock wave, and a terrifying sea of fire burst out from the high platform, immediately blowing the high platform to pieces.
In an instant, the burning wood was blown up in all directions, falling into the crowd and sweeping across the crowd. Thick smoke rose, accompanied by screams and painful wails.
The high platform collapsed immediately, directly submerging the Zhao family and his son who had just reached the ground.
Everyone present, whether military, civilian, officials or monks, was dumbfounded.