By the time King Shou and others realized something was wrong, the queue on the street had grown larger and larger, gathering thousands of people.
They wanted to mobilize the army to suppress the matter quickly, but found that many ministers who had been hiding at home and kept silent also ordered people to open the door and rushed out.
Each of these people had their own disciples and old traditions, and had more brains and means. They followed behind Mr. Gu and Mr. Mu, each one more mournful than the other, and each one crying louder than the other.
They wore homemade mourning clothes and were proficient in singing, chanting and making patterns. With their joining, the team grew stronger.
Master Mu Er's voice was hoarse from crying. He looked at the white sun with some confusion, then looked at Master Gu and asked silently, what should they do next?
Mr. Gu is very knowledgeable. Although he did not stand up to deal with this matter at the first time, he knows what to do.
Relying on them alone is not enough prestige. Now he needs someone to help him fight against King Shou, and that is King Lijun.
He looked at the long queue behind him and the panicked forest guards, and walked towards Prince Li's Mansion.
A minister pulled his sleeve. He looked back at the minister and nodded slightly.
The minister had a tacit understanding with him and followed him closely as he continued to move forward.
A deputy general of the Royal Forest Army noticed something was wrong and rushed forward to block the way: "What do you want to do? Where are you going? I order you to put down your spiritual throne immediately and be captured without mercy! Otherwise..."
"What else?" Mr. Gu sneered, "Only His Majesty can order me to wait, not a little lieutenant like you!"
He jumped up violently, raised the spiritual tablet in his hand high, and smashed it against the forehead of the deputy general of the Royal Forest Army.
He is a master of martial arts, and this attack focused on nine out of ten of his strength, aiming to hit the target with one blow and destroy the opponent's morale.
With a scream, the unlucky deputy general of the Royal Forest Army fell off his horse and suffered a bloody head. However, he did not dare to cause trouble to Mr. Gu and others. Instead, he took advantage of this opportunity and quickly climbed to the side of the road with the help of his subordinates to pretend.
To faint.
Look, it's not that he didn't do his duty, but that he was injured and fainted.
Mr. Gu was very proud. He proudly held up the emperor's memorial tablet stained with human blood and gestured to the crowd. He led the long procession through the long street, leaving the imperial guards behind and walked away.
They soon arrived outside the Lijun Prince's Mansion.
The perimeter of the county prince's palace was full of imperial guards. The imperial guards held weapons and looked stern, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Mr. Gu sat cross-legged in the open space outside the Prince's Mansion, put the memorial tablet on his head, and shouted loudly: "Prince Li! His Majesty was stabbed and died unexpectedly. You just hide at home and do nothing."
Does the country no longer care about the clan? How can you live up to the late emperor’s favor?”
Master Mu Er waited for him to finish speaking, then he pursed his lips and struck the gong vigorously.
After the sound of the gong, there was a uniform roar from the crowd.
"Get back, get back!" the imperial guards roared, raising their spears and forcing them closer.
Mr. Gu laughed loudly and said: "To die for the country and to die loyal to the monarch is the duty of a minister. Come on! Stab here!"
"Who dares?" a minister roared and stood up suddenly.
The door of the Prince's Mansion was suddenly opened from the inside. Prince Li, dressed in plain clothes, stood proudly at the door, looking at everyone solemnly. Finally, his eyes fell on Zhao Xing's spiritual throne and shouted: "Your Majesty!"