The crowd that had just calmed down suddenly became commotion again.
Someone shouted loudly: "This is a divine punishment! The Kingdom of Zhao is about to perish!"
The crowd became even more chaotic.
Mu Yunhan winked at Da Mi and motioned her to find the person who made the noise.
Anyone who can shout such words must know the inside story and has bad intentions.
Before Rice could take action, he saw the crowd parting like a tide, and a tall horse wearing heavy armor galloping towards him.
Immediately, a man stood tall, covered in heavy armor, with a long knife in his hand, the edge of which shone coldly in the light.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel the domineering and heroic aura coming towards him.
In an instant, one person and one horse rushed into the crowd.
He doesn't care whether he hurts anyone or whether the person in front of him is innocent.
Move forward courageously without hesitation.
It's Wu Yanzhuang.
The light of the sword flashed, a burst of hot blood splashed up with a "chi" sound, and a human head flew away from the neck and rolled to the ground.
"Anyone who dares to spread rumors and cause trouble again will be killed without mercy if he keeps dispatching commanders and running around randomly!"
Wu Yanzhuang's tongue bursts with spring thunder, and his long sword shines brightly.
With an understatement, he swung down again, a streak of blood rose into the sky again, and another human head fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he killed two people and was ruthless.
The screams of the people around him jumped out of his throat, only to be swallowed back.
They stared blankly at Wu Yanzhuang and his knife, and retreated helplessly.
A piece of land suddenly became vacant in front of Wu Yanzhuang.
But he didn't care. He glanced at the people in front of him coldly, picked up the long knife, and pointed at the tip of the knife.
"Stop and stand silently!"
He almost roared.
So the retreating crowd stopped again, not daring to move, looking at him in fear, fearing that the shining red knife would fall on their heads.
The scene suddenly stabilized.
Wu Yanzhuang raised his head and looked at the high platform.
The beauty on the high platform has disappeared, and the burnt flower basket and pagoda stand darkly.
A man in a white cloak stood on the pavilion, looking elated.
He opened his arms, looked at everyone, and said loudly: "People of Zhao State, residents of the capital, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster!
Some people don’t want the Zhao people to live comfortably, and some want us to fall into the abyss!
Some people want to destroy our country and destroy our family, while others want to separate our wives and children!
Some people want to turn our wives and children into slaves who are living on their last legs and are worse than pigs and dogs!
They want to frighten us so that we don't dare to fight back!
But this is Lanjing, this is at the feet of the emperor, and their conspiracy will not succeed!
Because we won't let them succeed!
Look around you, how many people have been hurt by this?
Not much, everything is within our control!
We have your Majesty, we have the prince, we have General Wu Yanzhuang, we have Prime Minister Meng, and we have the heroic and capable Zhao Erlang!"
"You have the Gu family, you have the Mu family, you have the Priest Palace, you have the Lingxiao Temple, and you have me!
I, Gu Fenglin! I am here!"
Gu Fenglin paused and raised his voice: "This commotion was already under the control of the Priest Palace and the imperial court. If you don't believe me, just look at it!"
A group of people were strung together with ropes and pushed onto the stage by the ferocious guards. They were kicked and punched before they knelt down in front of everyone.
Gu Fenglin jumped down from the pavilion, firmly and accurately grabbed the hair of one of them, forcing him to raise his head and face everyone.
"What country are you from?" he asked. (To be continued)