After saying one sentence, the emperor seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, while Taishi Xiao was just the opposite. Although his face was still as heavy as water, his eyes were already shining, as if he had become more than ten years younger. Zen position, how wonderful it is.
After waiting for so many years, the two words finally arrived. Master Xiao dared to seize the world, but he was also afraid of what people in the world would say. There is only one word difference between usurping the throne and Zen, but the meanings are very different.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites were already busy preparing the tools for the Zen ceremony. No one knew how to prepare or what to use, but time was in a hurry, so they had to mess around with their imaginations. Chongzong was taken aside to wait.
Grand Master Xiao proudly entered Chengtian Palace to wait. The Li family members who were detained in one place were silent, and all the officials were also as silent as cicadas. Everyone had different expressions, either fearful, angry, or expectant.
Hope.
Chongzong has already bowed his head and compromised. The sky in Daxia is about to change.
Several envoys stood aside quietly and watched, and no one said a word. Only Wan Yanang, the young prince of the Kingdom of Jin, was secretly observing Xu Zizhen. He was bold and unconventional in nature, but he was delicate in mind and very accurate in judging people.
, Although Xu Zizhen ostensibly helped the Xiao family seize imperial power, he always had a feeling that this Song man had some unknown secrets.
After more than half an hour, the Ministry of Rites finally finished hastily arranging the Zen ceremony. Xiao Yan, the son of Master Xiao, personally led a team of horse guards to stand on both sides of the ceremony stage. Except for the officials who were escorted, the others were ready.
They were all ready and stood upright according to their official ranks, waiting for the new emperor's enthronement and coronation.
The chamberlain invited Taishi Xiao out of Chengtian Palace, Chongzong also arranged his robes and was sent back to the stage. The chief of ceremonies sang a song, and the Zen ceremony began.
Xu Zizhen watched the excitement indifferently in the audience, but his eyes were focused on the southwest, which was the legendary secret stronghold of the Yun family.
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The sky has turned completely dark, and the cold wind is biting in the open space outside the city. Xiao Yi is wrapped in a thick leather robe, but his toes are still numb from the cold. It is still very cold in Xixia in early spring.
Being on the edge of a field is never a pleasant experience.
A day has passed, and no one has come out of the house in front of me, and there are nearly a hundred people entering from the outside. Looking from this angle, you can see that the lights in the yard are very bright, and the window paper reflects the shadows, but it is quite small.
It's quiet and you can't hear any sound from a distance.
Next to Xiao Yi is a middle-aged man. He is Xiao Yi's cousin in terms of seniority. He has been training and leading the dead soldiers of the Xiao family. Today, he will lead the team to annihilate the Yun family.
Just when Xiao Yi was so cold that he was about to scold his mother, his uncle spoke up: "Second Young Master, it has been half an hour since one person entered the room alone. The remaining members of the Yun family should have arrived."
Xiao Yi cheered up: "How about we go up? We can finish it as soon as possible so that we can catch up with my uncle's enthronement."
"Yes!" The uncle nodded and waved his hand in the distance. More than two hundred figures appeared from the night in all directions, heading quickly towards the manor. A handful of bright steel knives flashed in the moonlight.
The light of the human soul is overflowing with murderous aura.
Xiao Yi followed him excitedly: "Let's go, let's join in the fun."
The lonely manor was quickly surrounded. The high walls were completely ineffective in front of these well-trained masters. The dead soldiers were divided into two parts. One half leaned against the wall and squatted down, and the other half stepped on it.
The companion's shoulders jumped hard and he touched the edge of the wall, and flew into the courtyard in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yi and his uncle are at the front door. This will be a one-sided killing, with prepared versus unprepared. The steel knives and powerful crossbows of the dead soldiers will not let go of a single Yun family member. Half of the people are still lying in wait outside the wall.
In the darkness, even if someone escaped, they would be killed immediately. Xiao Yi's blood boiled, as if he had heard the endless screams.
With a bang, the door of the courtyard was kicked open. The expected screams and screams did not sound, but there was a faint crisp sound, as if some iron object fell to the ground. Xiao Yi's hearing was good, but there was no sound.
He didn't take it seriously, but at this moment, an earth-shaking loud noise erupted in the courtyard.
boom!
Xiao Yi suddenly found that the door not far in front of him had broken away from the wooden tenon and flew over. He was so shocked that he completely forgot to avoid it. By the time he came to his senses, it was too late. The door board, which was more than half a foot thick, was strong.
It hit the ground, and the moment he lost consciousness, he clearly saw that the courtyard had turned into a huge fireball, and the tall wall collapsed at this moment.
Uncle Tang was very skilled and managed to dodge the door panel by a hair's breadth. The explosion shook his head and made him dizzy. His ears were filled with a buzzing sound. Everything in front of him was fiery red, as if the world was being destroyed.
The soaring flames surrounded him, and he watched helplessly as Xiao Yi was thrown out by the heavy door panel, his blood and flesh were bruised. The dead soldier he had worked hard to train for more than ten years disappeared in the sea of fire in an instant, and the person left outside the wall
Half of the people's hands were instantly buried by the collapsed wall bricks.
What's going on?
The uncle was shocked to the point of bleeding from all his orifices, and his mind went blank. Then he saw a group of people suddenly appear in the darkness around him, like ghosts appearing out of thin air. They rushed towards them with steel knives in hand. The first one was a middle-aged man, majestic.
Don't be angry and be proud. My cousin knows him. He is the current patriarch of the Yun family - Yun Hu.
The group of people who came rushed towards the ruins and killed all the dead soldiers of the Xiao family who were not yet dead with their swords. Uncle Tang looked on blankly until Yunhu walked up to him and stabbed his heart with a simple and direct knife.
, until the time of his death, he did not understand where the people who entered the manor during the day had gone, and what the explosion was about.
In just a moment, there was no one alive in the ruins, and the air was filled with a pungent smell, including the smell of kerosene, blood, and burnt human flesh.
Yun Hu glanced at the burning manor with complicated eyes, the tunnel in the courtyard, the oil lamp on the door, and the barrels of explosives buried under the house, which ultimately formed this shocking scene of explosions.
The opponent's entire army was wiped out at the cost of zero casualties, and these were all done by one person, a person revered as an immortal by the Xiao family.
"Let's go and take down the Xiao Mansion."
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The Zen ceremony has begun. There are no long speeches or repeated rituals. Xiao Buta can't wait to put on the dragon robe. Xiao Buta is Grand Master Xiao. His status is too noble. He has not been here for many years.
He has been called by his name, and fewer people will call him by his name in the future, because he will be the new monarch of Daxia.
Chongzong sat listlessly, the Li family's relatives and royalist officials were held aside with ashen faces, the Xiao family's minions prostrated themselves in the audience with excitement, and the imperial guards also put down their weapons and knelt down on one knee.
Except for Xiao Buta and the Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Etiquette, who was the master of ceremonies, only Xu Zizhen was still standing leisurely.
The night sky in the southwest suddenly lit up, and the corners of Xu Zizhen's mouth raised slightly. He suddenly coughed lightly and smiled at Chongzong: "You can start now."
The voice of Tianguan presiding over the Zen position suddenly stopped. Xiao Butao's heart beat violently and he screamed something bad. He subconsciously looked at Chongzong, only to see that the originally depressed Chongzong had slowly stood up straight.
His body, his eyes shining, his back as straight as a gun, his lips touched and he uttered one word coldly: "Kill!"