First, Xuchang, the Minister of Punishment, had his head cut off while sleeping, and then Mo Li, the most promising student in Taixue, was condemned as a heretic and executed by the temple... Hearing the news that His Highness the Crown Prince had been roasted into cooked food, Ming Yihui, the king of Ming Dynasty,
Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell ill.
Although the palace tried its best to suppress the news.
However, there was no guarantee that the news would come true, and the various glances still brought this news to the ears of many people.
Among them was Zhenbei Wang Mingwei.
When Zhou Di carefully told the news that his father was seriously ill and bedridden, not only did he not look sad, but he could not hide his excitement.
Ming Lie is dead, and Mo Li is also dead. Now, who else can stop him from ascending to the throne?!
"Zhou Di!" Mingwei stood up and said, "Instruct the people to prepare food and drinks. Let's have a good drink!"
"Yes!" Zhou Di agreed and immediately went to deliver the order.
After a while, the food and wine were served.
Mingwei filled their glasses with his own hands, "Mr. Zhou, this time, it's all thanks to your clever idea!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhou Di leaned over and took the wine glass he handed over, "I can only say that this is God's will. Your Majesty is destined to sit on the dragon throne, so naturally he has the help of God!"
Mingwei finished his glass of wine, "Speaking of which, it's a pity that Mo Li is dead!"
"Yes!" Zhou Di sighed softly, "This person is indeed a genius, but it's a pity that her ambition is too great. If the prince keeps her, I'm afraid it will be a disaster!"
"Yes!" Mingwei's eyes showed a sharp look, "When I saw her for the first time that night in Peony Pavilion, I knew that this person could not be kept!"
Bang!
The door suddenly opened.
The two were startled and turned to look in the direction of the door at the same time.
Outside the door, Mingyue is wearing a black robe and silver hair, with a deep gaze.
After seeing the person standing outside the door clearly, the shock in Mingwei's eyes faded and turned calm again, "Why are you here?!"
The person protecting him was about to die, so Mingwei naturally had no patience to pretend to be close to him anymore.
"Sixth Prince!" Zhou Di, who had a low status after all, saluted Mingyue, but there was not much respect in his tone.
Mingyue looked sideways at Mingwei, "It was you who helped the temple and captured Xu Zixiao, Lin Niuer and others!"
There was a strong coercion on his body, and that power sent chills down Mingwei's back.
"Sixth brother, I don't understand, what are you talking about?!" He forced out a smile, but the smile was uglier than crying.
"You just need to understand one thing!" Mingyue's eyes turned cold, but her voice was colder than her eyes, "Anyone who has hurt her will die!"
In front of him, in mid-air, two ice arrows condensed silently.
As he moved his eyes slightly, two ice arrows shot towards the chests of Ming Wei and Zhou Di.
Seeing the ice arrows flying towards him, Mingwei wanted to dodge, but found that his whole body seemed to be frozen, so cold that he had no temperature, and he could not move even half a minute.
He could only watch helplessly as the ice arrow wrapped in white light pierced his chest silently.
At the last moment of his life, Ming Lie still looked at Ming Yue with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Is the person in front of me really his good-for-nothing sixth brother who is incompetent in martial arts and incompetent in mystical skills?!
Turning around and leaving, Mingyue didn't even look at the two fallen corpses. Even if he killed them with his own hands, he didn't feel that the anger in his heart was alleviated by half. Bad news was passed into the palace one after another.
First, Xuchang, the Minister of Punishment, had his head cut off while sleeping, and then Mo Li, the most promising student in Taixue, was condemned as a heretic and executed by the temple... Hearing the news that His Highness the Crown Prince had been roasted into cooked food, Ming Yihui, the king of Ming Dynasty,
Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell ill.
Although the palace tried its best to suppress the news.
However, there was no guarantee that the news would come true, and the various glances still brought this news to the ears of many people.
Among them was Zhenbei Wang Mingwei.
When Zhou Di carefully told the news that his father was seriously ill and bedridden, not only did he not look sad, but he could not hide his excitement.
Ming Lie is dead, and Mo Li is also dead. Now, who else can stop him from ascending to the throne?!
"Zhou Di!" Mingwei stood up and said, "Instruct the people to prepare food and drinks. Let's have a good drink!"
"Yes!" Zhou Di agreed and immediately went to deliver the order.
After a while, the food and wine were served.
Mingwei filled their glasses with his own hands, "Mr. Zhou, this time, it's all thanks to your clever idea!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhou Di leaned over and took the wine glass he handed over, "I can only say that this is God's will. Your Majesty is destined to sit on the dragon throne, so naturally he has the help of God!"
Mingwei finished his glass of wine, "Speaking of which, it's a pity that Mo Li is dead!"
"Yes!" Zhou Di sighed softly, "This person is indeed a genius, but it's a pity that her ambition is too great. If the prince keeps her, I'm afraid it will be a disaster!"
"Yes!" Mingwei's eyes showed a sharp look, "When I saw her for the first time that night in Peony Pavilion, I knew that this person could not be kept!"
Bang!
The door suddenly opened.
The two were startled and turned to look in the direction of the door at the same time.
Outside the door, Mingyue is wearing a black robe and silver hair, with a deep gaze.
After seeing the person standing outside the door clearly, the shock in Mingwei's eyes faded and turned calm again, "Why are you here?!"
The person protecting him was about to die, so Mingwei naturally had no patience to pretend to be close to him anymore.
"Sixth Prince!" Zhou Di, who had a low status after all, saluted Mingyue, but there was not much respect in his tone.
Mingyue looked sideways at Mingwei, "It was you who helped the temple and captured Xu Zixiao, Lin Niuer and others!"
There was a strong coercion on his body, and that power sent chills down Mingwei's back.
"Sixth brother, I don't understand, what are you talking about?!" He forced out a smile, but the smile was uglier than crying.
"You just need to understand one thing!" Mingyue's eyes turned cold, but her voice was colder than her eyes, "Anyone who has hurt her will die!"
In front of him, in mid-air, two ice arrows condensed silently.
As he moved his eyes slightly, two ice arrows shot towards the chests of Ming Wei and Zhou Di.
Seeing the ice arrows flying towards him, Mingwei wanted to dodge, but found that his whole body seemed to be frozen, so cold that he had no temperature, and he could not move even half a minute.
He could only watch helplessly as the ice arrow wrapped in white light pierced his chest silently.
At the last moment of his life, Ming Lie still looked at Ming Yue with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Is the person in front of me really his useless sixth brother who is incompetent in martial arts and incompetent in mystical skills?!
Turning around and leaving, Mingyue didn't even look at the two fallen corpses. Even if he killed them with his own hands, he didn't feel that the anger in his heart was alleviated by half.