"Is this the king's crime to murder the emperor and deal with the prince?"
Ximen Jingxuan stood at the door of Showa Hall, wearing a blue robe like pine and cypress standing upright in the wind and snow, tough and vigorous.
After crossing Ximen Jingxuan's side and passing through the open gate of Showa Hall, Ximen Yin saw the high-level part in the hall at a glance. It was originally the position where he was about to sit, there was already a bright yellow dragon robe in the bright yellow dragon robe.
The man sat there.
Everyone was shocked by that person and silently.
That is Ximen Jinglie who was resurrected from the dead!
A dead and buried person suddenly appeared in front of everyone and sat in his original position. The terrifying force was definitely stronger than that of a criminal.
"Haha, it turns out that you have disappeared for so long to find an actor." Ximen Yinzhao said suddenly.
Ximen Jinglie, who was sitting in the dragon throne, brows moved, and his pair of fire eyes spurted out of the hall.
After hearing from Ximen Yin that the emperor was an actor, some people felt a little relieved. The emperor was indeed dead, and the person who appeared again could only pretend to be impersonators.
"You are not surprised when you are in chaos, you are indeed stable enough." Ximen Jingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at Ximen Yin from his heel, and finally raised his eyelids and fell on his face, "What a wise man loves the people."
Third Prince, for your plan, I don’t know how many lives he has been controlled or killed by extraordinary means in private? Is your father counting as one of them?”
There were finally whispers around him, and it was obvious that they were all brought back to their senses by King Xuan's words.
"You know more than anyone else how my father died!" Ximen Yin raised his head proudly, and the intention of Xiao Han was shot out from his eyes that had always been indifferent.
"I don't know, because he is not dead yet, but I know that his recent experience is thanks to you." Ximen Jingxuan said coldly, "Can you really want to open a coffin and examine the autopsy before you can admit it."
?Well!"
Ximen Jingxuan turned his head slightly and looked to one side. Someone was carrying a coffin and rushing towards the Showa Palace on the snow.
"It's the coffin of the late emperor!" Some people recognized that it was the coffin that had just been sent to the imperial tomb for burial, symbolizing the emperor's noble identity and painted with golden lacquer.
Ximen Yin looked at the coffin, and a shallow wave flashed through his eyes.
When he saw Ximen Jinglie sitting intact on the dragon throne, he knew that his secret had been discovered. Ximen Jingxuan could actually find Ximen Jinglie quietly. Not only did he not notice it, but he also
There is no trace of Ximen Jingxuan.
The hidden arts in the southeast are superb, and Ximen Jingxuan's "hidden arts" are even higher. He is not only hiding himself, but also the people he wants to find!
How did Ximen Jingxuan do it?
It was faintly clear that Ximen Yin was so afraid of Ximen Jingxuan for the first time. He thought that the hidden things he did were foolproof. He thought that Ximen Jingxuan could not understand his bottom at all. As a result, Ximen Jingxuan was everywhere in him.
When he was in search of the search, he had turned the things in his hands upside down, but he had no idea at all. Was he become a waste, or was his people a bunch of waste?!
The coffin was carried to the Showa Palace. Ximen Jingxuan raised his hand to carry out his power. The lid of the coffin was opened by the hidden air, and it slid and crashed into the pavilion pillar beside it, breaking into pieces.
Everyone was stunned. The imperial tomb was dug, the stone tablets were destroyed, and the buried people were carried back to the palace, and the coffin was opened for examination. This was probably the first time that has happened in history.
"Mr. Hu, I think you have always been loyal to the emperor. You have been through life and death with the emperor. You know the emperor very well. Why don't you carefully confirm whether the person in the coffin is the emperor?" Ximen Jingxuan said.
Lord Hu was the minister who followed Ximen Yin all the way to Showa Palace, and was also the person who supported Ximen Yin ascended the throne and became emperor.
He did know Ximen Jinglie very well, but when Ximen Jinglie was buried, he did not think about taking a autopsy. Everyone seemed to be the emperor who died in Jinyang Palace, but at this time, the dragon chair in the Showa Palace was the one who died in the dragon chair.
There was a living emperor sitting on the top...
After hearing Ximen Jingxuan's instructing Lord Hu, Ximen Yin's heart became even tighter.
Ximen Jingxuan first unexpectedly showed up with a living emperor, and then asked Lord Hu, who was strongly surrounded by him, to distinguish the true or false. If it turned out, it would almost be a victory without fighting, and it would be reversed without any force.
, and he was about to fall into the abyss from the peak...
He was so conceited that he should have let the old guy die. He originally wanted the old guy to see with his own eyes how his dragon throne was taken away until the world changed to relieve his hatred, but he had the opportunity to come back and sit back again
Go to the dragon throne.
Fortunately, the old guy couldn't tolerate Ximen Jingxuan, so he was rescued by Ximen Jingxuan again this time.
Ximen Yin calmly watched the Lord Hu walking towards the coffin, and couldn't help but think that if the throne was really taken back by Ximen Jingxuan, he would sit by himself. It would be interesting and important to fight like this.
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"This emperor is true and fake." Lord Hu checked the corpse that had been buried once and said tremblingly.
"Mr. Hu, are you sure?" someone asked carefully.
"That's right, the emperor has a black mole the size of a bean under his right armpit. Although this person has it, it's fake and I've snatched it off." Lord Hu was holding a black bean-shaped thing in his hand to show it to the people around him.
Ximen Yin's eyes narrowed. When this dead guy lived in Showa Hall instead, he had never been checked like this. He trained this fake guy for many years, which was enough to make the real one, even like Ximen Jinglie.
The disease was also carefully examined and dealing with it. It was no different. Ximen Jingxuan had no reason to tell his true or false at a glance, but his reaction strategy was obviously that he had already known that the people in Showa Palace were fake.
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"Hu Aiqing."
Ximen Jinglie had walked off the dragon position at some point, walked out of the Showa Palace, and walked into the wind and snow.
His face was obviously much thinner and his expression was unconcealed. It seemed that these days of being replaced were really bad.
"Hu Aiqing, can we make rice cakes together if we have the chance?" Ximen Jinglie stood in front of Lord Hu and said in a trembling voice.
"Your Majesty!" Lord Hu's voice also shook.
This sentence was the simplest dream held by the monarch and ministers, and it was also a small secret between them. Later, because of the Ximen, the Ximen, the Ximen, and the Ximen, and later the
With the help of Ximen Jingxuan, Jinglie turned around and became more and more like the emperor, so he never said anything about making rice cakes with his ministers.
Lord Hu thought Ximen Jinglie had forgotten it a long time ago, and he didn't want to say it out at this time, but it became the basis for proof of his identity.
Seeing Lord Hu kneeling down at the living emperor, the person who was relieved was shocked again because of Ximen Yin's words. The slogan of Long Live My Emperor was stuck in his throat and could not be spit out.