The other Taiwei, Dongyang King and others were instantly petrified.
In a hurry, everyone's expression was very strange. In contrast, they did not attract anyone's attention. Instead, Tuoba Hong stood up and quickly calmed down from his rage, his voice was extremely tired. "Dear friends,
You said, how to deal with this matter?"
There is a silence all around, and no one dares to respond hastily. The deposed prince is obviously a rebellion. How should we punish the rebellion be punished? In the history of this dynasty, there are countless examples of son killing his father. The former emperor Luo Jia died in the third prince of the rebellion.
In his hands, the emperors of all generations had a natural fear and concern for their son's rebellion. Once discovered, they were executed immediately without any trouble or kindness.
Gao Lu first broke the silence, and his voice was full of pain: "The deposed prince does not remember the kindness of Your Majesty, and was instigated to rebel. Although the crime is unforgivable, he remembers that he is still young and does not know the sins of the world. It must be
It was sought by the traitorous villain, so the most urgent task is to immediately find out the black hand behind it, bring it to justice, and serve as a warning to others..."
Tuoba Hong suddenly raised his voice: "Okay, King Xianyang, I will order you to handle this matter. Within three days, I must get a reasonable result."
The King of Xianyang knelt down.
"If the plot is true, all the traitors will be executed, including Xun'er!"
This "Xun'er" was said after a pause. It was his first son. No matter whether he loves him or not, or what his attitude towards him now, he is his biological son.
Now, His Majesty said, "Including Xun'er, he will be executed."
Everyone was frightened, including the King of Xianyang.
He was dazed and thought he had heard that he had "beheaded the King of Xianyang."
Even sons can be killed, why can't brothers be killed? What's more, he and him are just half-brothers, not brothers from the womb.
The voices in Xianyang were trembling.
"My brother must do his best."
The surroundings were completely quiet. Tuoba Hong walked out and looked at the square mountain under the light snow. Unlike the solemn aura in the north, everything was depressed. Even in winter, the pines and cypresses were green and the green bamboos were green.
Especially the large area of red plum blossoms blooming in the inappropriate season, which makes the country particularly charming.