But the two hundred guards headed by Lin Biao remained unmoved. Suddenly Lin Biao said: "Yes, yes, sir, we will protect your retreat here."
The weapons were unsheathed, and 'Lin Biao' and others drew out their swords and charged towards Fu Chang and Prince Gong.
"Not good!" Prince Gong had already noticed that something was wrong. "It's all the emperor asking you to enter the urn!"
Fu Chang's face turned pale, and the hairs all over his body stood up. He twisted his toes, dropped the old mother in his hand, stood upright suddenly, and looked back at the emperor on the dragon throne in astonishment. His eyes suddenly filled with despair. That man was no longer the same person.
Back then, Leng Gong allowed him to bully his skinny seventh brother. When did he... lose? Has he lost since he was born?
"Protect the vassal king!" Lin Biao waved his hand and called two hundred guards to come forward. He pulled Fu Chang, Lou Shujing and Prince Gong down to the ground like dogs.
"Ah! Lin Biao, are you crazy! What do you mean! Why do you treat your lord like this!" Fu Chang struggled fiercely, but still had a glimmer of hope. Lin Biao, who was unable to discuss big plans on his own, was no longer his own.
, this is tantamount to the fact that every move he makes is under the control of the emperor!
Seeing that the matter was almost over, Fu Jingheng asked, "Are all the two thousand people safe?"
The emperor did not mention a surname, and no one knew who he was asking, so Fu Chang naturally would not answer the emperor.
However, Lin Biao took off the human skin mask from his face and lurked in the Cining Palace for two years. Wuying finally showed his true face to others. His little face was whitened by the mask. He clasped his hands to the emperor and said: "Your Majesty,
Fu Chang ordered his subordinates to capture 2,000 people, and he arranged for 2,000 shadow guards to pretend to be common people. They are currently waiting in his underground palace. The lives of the people are not worried. Your Majesty does not need to worry."
Fu Chang's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Lin Biao, who had been involved in his major secrets for the past two years, had been replaced by the emperor's secret guard Wu Ying. Fu Chang lost completely. He could not accept that he had been defeated so completely.
He screamed, "Seventh brother! You are so despicable!"
Fu Jingheng raised his sword and walked slowly to Fu Chang. Every step was like a life-threatening Pluto approaching. He leaned over and said in Fu Chang's ear: "My sword is coated with the poison you developed. I named it Jing."
Nandao. What do I ask you to say? Otherwise, the sword will penetrate from the top of your neck and come out from your chest. Do you understand me?"
Fu Chang has reached a dead end. For the first time, he is so afraid of the seventh brother who was bullied by him when he was young. At that time, he looked down on him, but now he cannot compare with him. He said in a trembling voice: "Seventh brother, I heard
I understand. I didn’t bully you on purpose when I was a kid. Can you please forgive me for once for the sake of the fact that we have the same father? My eldest brother was not sensible when I was young, so fights are inevitable among children."
"Have you ever been merciful to me because we have the same father? You are eight years older than me. When I was eight years old, you were sixteen. Were you still not sensible at sixteen? Fu Chang." I was poisoned so much that I was about to die.
Having passed away soon, have you ever worried about me being your brother who was born and raised by a father?
"Seventh brother, if you ask, I will answer honestly. You don't care about the villain's fault. Let me live. I will give you all the soldiers and horses from Nanfan. I will also hand over the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the capital. I will give it to you in the future.
Can you just be an idle prince and stop asking about court affairs?" Fu Chang begged very humbly, "Seventh brother, I bullied you when you were a child. I was wrong, seventh brother. Please forgive me, seventh brother. Please.
The seventh brother..."
The feudal king is no longer arrogant. He has become as humble as an ant in the dust.
"I ask you..." Fu Jingheng was impatient and interrupted his plea for mercy.
"Seventh brother..."
"Did you...touch my Su Wenjin?" Fu Jingheng asked softly in Fu Chang's ear with a voice without warmth.
Every word hit Fu Chang's heart, every word made Fu Chang's heart beat wildly, and he felt like he was on the verge of death.
Fu Chang said immediately: "No. Although I have intention, my sister-in-law doesn't look at me at all. I have no chance to treat her lightly."
"Well." After Fu Jingheng asked, he said, "Your wife, daughter and mother will accompany you on your journey later. I will send you off with my own hands first. Go see your father and continue to be a loving father and a filial son in hell, and your family will be reunited."
!”
"No... no, seventh brother, I beg you, seventh brother, don't kill me!" Fu Chang lost all dignity and begged the emperor for mercy like a dying animal, with tears streaming down his face.
Fu Jingheng was not moved at all. He raised the long sword, put the tip of the sword on the top of Fu Chang's neck, and slowly pressed it down. There was a scene where Wen Jin was kicked by an assassin in her pregnant belly, and Chang Lin used acupuncture on his left knee again and again.
All the scenes came into his mind, and he showed no mercy to the man at the end of the sword.
"Ah..." Jingnan Dao passed through the tip of the sword and penetrated directly into his brain. Fu Chang hissed in pain.
The emperor half-squinted his deep amber eyes and slowly pressed down on the hilt of the sword. The tip of the sword completely penetrated Fu Chang's head. Fu Chang's screams suddenly stopped. He was killed on the spot. Fu Jingheng passed the tip of the sword through his neck and penetrated his chest.
When he came out, all the officials present saw it and were wary of the emperor's style and skills. This man's palace and the strict arrangements in advance made everyone dare not have any objections to him. At this point, the emperor was firmly seated in the court.
Lou Shujing shouted like crazy: "My son! Chang'er! No, my Chang'er! Emperor, please let go of my Chang'er!"
After shouting for a while, his eyes widened suddenly. Looking back on his life, it was like a big dream. It used to be so beautiful, but now it is so miserable.
Fu Jingheng took out his long sword and handed it to Lao Mo, "Wipe off the dirt on it and hang it on the pillar of Luan Palace. From now on, this will be the sword that kills the traitors. Anyone who collaborates with the enemy and treason will be like Fu Chang."
Lao Mo took the sword, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and hung it on the pillar of Luan Palace. From then on, the sword of killing the sinner guarded Guangli Luan Palace.
Fu Chang suddenly fell to the ground and turned into a dead body. Lou Shujing frantically broke away from the guard's hand and held her son in her arms. The Cining Palace gang headed by Empress Dowager Lou was completely collapsed.
The Eighty-six corrupt officials of the Southern Fan Association and the two kings of Gonghuai instigated the palace, plotted to usurp and cause chaos, and sent troops to Prime Minister Xue. The queen of the middle palace sent troops to invite the Xue family and the Su family for support.
With the full cooperation of the vassals, the civil strife was stopped, and the ladies of various official families in the harem were implicated and imprisoned to await trial. After a few words whispered to the emperor, Qing Ruo disappeared.
The moment Fu Chang's body was hung on the tower, the feudal soldiers abandoned their armor and surrendered one after another. The emperor repeated his old tricks. He first collected the troops with good words and placed them in various barracks. After a while, he relaxed them, just like how he treated Lao Wen's soldiers and horses before.
The same is true for killing in batches, without using suspects. He is used to training his own people from soldiers. He is thoroughly brainwashed and loyal. He is very suspicious and ill, and he has some obsessions.
The fact that Empress Dowager Xia tampered with the imperial edict has become a secret that will never be exposed. But it is not important anymore, because the man in the dragon robe has used his wrist to completely control the court and exchange blood for the court.
Some people have some doubts, but they can't stir up trouble.
Everyone dispersed, leaving only the emperor and his close entourage.
Qingliu asked the palace people to clean up the "garbage" on the palace hall, and then used water to clean the floor again and again. It was as if the palace incident had never happened. Except for the sword that cut off the evil spirits, there was no trace of blood.
Fu Jingheng's tall body suddenly fell down on the dragon chair. His heart ached for a while, and a large amount of black blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. He coughed violently and looked towards the direction of the central palace. The smoke was curling up from the kitchen, and his wife often came up to look at the scenery.
On the roof, his vision became unclear, "Old Mo... Su Wenjin is waiting for me in the middle palace... Daying is still raging on my border, I can't... can't die... I can't leave her alone.
..."
As he spoke, he fell to the ground. The oil ran out, the lamp dried up, and he died.
"Your Majesty! What's wrong with you? How come you suddenly vomited so much blood, Your Majesty!" Lao Mo shouted urgently, lifted the emperor's body up, and used his hand to check his breathing. He was immediately filled with grief, his eyes were blood red and he said: "Qingliu,
Go call Zhang Tingxi and call all the Taiyuan Hospital to come over! Hurry! Go quickly!!"
"Yes!" Qingliu hurriedly went to the apse to invite the imperial hospital from the apse who was accompanying him, and entered the Shiluan Palace into a dead silence.
After Zhang Tingxin felt his pulse, he knocked his head on the ground and became silent. As soon as he did this, everyone knocked their heads down.
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Middle palace.
Wen Jin cooked some light side dishes, cashew nuts, shrimps, and okra, which the emperor liked very much.
He left at noon, and now it was evening. She said she would wait for him to come back together for dinner.
Wen Jin did not leave the palace, but from time to time someone reported to her. One said that Fu Chang's side was defeated, and the other said that the emperor treated people obediently and that the emperor was particularly masculine.
Wen Jin and the Queen Mother were very pleased.
The Queen Mother took Wen Jin's hand and said, "My son, thanks to you being with him since he was a child and supervising him in reading and writing, he has not lost his original intention and has flourished so well."
"Your Majesty, you are ridiculous. He himself is an ambitious person. If he is an ignorant person, it is of no use how Jin'er supervises him." Wen Jin and the Queen Mother laughed.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.
Wen Jin was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on the Queen Mother's face. Wen Jin said: "He must be back. He said that we can only leave the palace when he comes home and knocks on the door. Look, he only uses seven or eight clouds a day."
Swallow, you must be greedy and multitasking for dinner."
"He came just in time, and the food is warm and delicious. Tomorrow we will bring grandma and a few children back to reunite the family. The three of us seem deserted after all. Go and open the door to him," the Queen Mother ordered.
Wen Jin smiled warmly and went to the palace door to greet her. She thought that if he came in, he would be asked to test her on the Yuzhou official corruption case. It was annoying to her to explain the funeral arrangements. She was not prepared at all. He would be responsible for his own affairs.
Go and do it, don't even think about laboring her, she was looking forward to it. She didn't have time to put down the plate of cashew nuts in her hand, so she came to the door and opened it. She didn't see the emperor, but she saw the eunuch, "Old Mo
, where is the king? He hasn’t finished his work yet, has he?”
Lao Mo's eyes were blood red, "Mother..."
Wen Jin's heart sank, "Why are you crying, Old Mo?"
"Empress..." Lao Mo suddenly knelt down, holding a blood-stained handkerchief in his hands, and handed it to Wenjin with trembling hands. Wenjin recognized it as the handkerchief that the emperor used to cover his mouth and nose when he coughed, "Your Majesty.
He...died..."
Wen Jin felt like the world was spinning. A plate of cashew nuts fell to the ground and spread all over the floor. She took the blood-stained handkerchief. Muran looked in the direction of the Jinluan Palace, her eyes full of sadness, "Brother Heng..."