The first thousand seven hundred and fifty-five chapters are too numerous to read
"It's him!"
"Wu Ming!"
"How dare he?"
There was deathly silence in the hall, and you could hear a pin drop. Only Zhao Yukun's hoarse roar of despair echoed, but the hearts of all the distinguished ministers and ministers in the hall were boiling like a river.
Someone boldly followed the sound and saw that the figure in the darkness was somewhat familiar. Their hearts trembled and they recognized Wu Ming at a glance.
Even compared with more than ten years ago, Wu Ming's appearance has changed drastically today. What has changed is more his temperament, and he still has a steady, mature and unruly demeanor.
Once upon a time, this proton who had returned from Beijin was still so weak that everyone present could easily crush an ant.
Looking back on everything that has happened in the past ten years or so, people can't help but feel sad and feel that things are impermanent and the way of heaven is changing.
Who would have thought that in just a few years, Wu Ming could grow up to fight against the royal family, maneuver among many forces, and save himself from danger time and time again.
Until, a few years ago, he emerged from the bottom of Tianlao and shocked the capital.
A few short years later, when he came to Bianliang again, he actually knocked the Zhao Song royal family into dust, and then suppressed the golden-scaled demon saint who had been canonized as the 'national guardian beast'!
Life is only a hundred years, not many years, but looking at their lives, they have seen so many ups and downs that they are dazzled and dizzying, and it is still unbelievable at this time.
How dare he?
But no matter what the people present thought or whether they could figure it out, Wu Ming had already done it. There was no question of whether he dared or not, but what he would do next.
"You traitor, what do you want to do?"
Several ceremonial supervisors or star observatory officials who came from Jixia Academy boldly scolded.
"Oh, you all say that I am a traitor and a traitor, so what else can I do?"
Wu Ming sneered and looked at the kneeling noble minister of the Song Dynasty, but his eyes never left Zhao Yukun, as if he was admiring the prey struggling in the cage.
"You want to usurp the throne, what a dream!"
"Even if you rebel against the emperor today and harm the emperor, your lords will not agree!"
"Ignorant man, I really think you can do such evil things as assassinating the king and killing the driver, and you can still..."
Several officials rebuked him one after another, as if Wu Ming was the most cruel, heinous, and incurable murderer in the world.
"Noisy!"
Wu Ming looked impatient.
Puff!
The four officials, regardless of their level of cultivation, all turned into blood mist without any warning during this drink.
For a moment, there was a dead silence in the main hall, and you could hear a needle drop. The nobles and nobles in the hall were as silent as a cicada. No one dared to say a word. They could only pray secretly that the strong men from Jixia Academy could come quickly, or that they would not be killed.
Wu Ming noticed.
Several of them were knowledgeable and somewhat discerning, and they couldn't help but be secretly shocked when they noticed this magical power of the holy way, which was similar to the words and dharma.
This is a power that, according to legend, can only be mastered by those in the holy realm, or by a very small number of special beings!
Moreover, looking at Wu Ming's understatement, he obviously has extra energy and is very relaxed and happy!
"Where is Taishi Ling?"
Wu Ming tilted his body slightly, supporting his cheek with his right hand, and said comfortably and indifferently.
"Taishi Ling Sima Rui has met King Xiaoyao!"
On one side of the hall, in an inconspicuous corner, a slender figure holding a scroll came slowly, slightly arched his hand towards Wu Ming and bowed in salute. It was Sima Rui, the contemporary successor of Taishi Gong.
"I said, remember!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I, the historian..."
Sima Rui frowned slightly, a look of worry appeared on Yingwei's face, and he was not ready to give in due to Wu Ming's tyrannical appearance.
"This king is not here to discuss it with you!"
Wu Ming glanced sideways at the other party, his tone was calm and indifferent, and there was a chill that made the whole body tremble, "Although the long history of the historian is amazing, for me, it may not have much deterrence. Don't think that,
After stealing a little bit of the power of the river of time, you can sit back and relax!"
"Is the prince threatening me?"
Sima Rui's pupils shrank, his face became solemn, and an ethereal semi-holy aura surged out of his body.
"Yes, I am threatening you!"
Wu Ming admitted frankly, responded with indifference, and said without mercy, "Historians have deviated from the way of Tai Shigong back then. If you want to achieve something in the present and ancient times, then show some courage. If you don't, then just
Obediently follow my king's instructions.
Otherwise, I don’t mind asking the historians to see if there are any miracles like those in the legends!”
"you……"
The corners of Sima Rui's eyes twitched fiercely, and his face changed from green to red. After all, there was no attack. He suppressed the surging breath and said in a deep voice, "Although the way of historians is biased now, it will never distort the facts or arbitrarily alter it.
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If the prince wants the official to write randomly, even if the official dies here, he will never compromise!"
"hehe!"
Wu Ming chuckled lightly, pointed at Zhao Yukun casually, and said coldly, "Tell me, over the years, how have you murdered heroes, colluded with the demon clan, brought trouble to the Song Dynasty, and betrayed the interests of the human race!"
Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what Wu Ming was causing.
No matter how stupid he is, will Zhao Yukun still expose these scandals to the public?
"I...I..."
But what shocked them was that Zhao Yukun stood up in confusion and actually started talking.
From the early years when he took over the throne, he followed his father's instructions, how he colluded with the Golden Scale Demon Emperor to target the two brothers Lu Jiuyuan, how he dealt with the Wu family, and how he later betrayed his intelligence, so that both the old King Wu and his wife died.
After that, they forced Wu Xu and his wife to death, and even used the Wu family's only child as a hostage to be sent to Beijin, in order to suppress the world-famous Mr. Linyuan Lu Jiuyuan.
Most of the people present felt that all of this was a fantasy, and they had no idea that there were so many sinister plots hidden in the past.
What made most of the officials even more furious was that Zhao Yukun said that in order to deal with Lu Jiuyuan and Wu Ming, he did not hesitate to sell the location of the dragon veins for the Golden Scale Demon King to train, and to help him become a saint, etc.
This not only destroyed the national destiny of the Song Dynasty, but also damaged the destiny of the human race. It was truly a national beetle!
"Wu..."
Sima Rui's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly took a step forward, waiting to say something.
"Um?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and glanced coldly.
"puff!"
If Sima Rui was hit hard, his face turned pale, and he took several steps back. Blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were horrified.
As a historian and a semi-sage, he can draw strength from the long history and have the power of time to protect his body.
But this is the case. Just one look can make his mind unsteady. This is too exaggerated!
That glance not only broke through his body-protecting essence, but also directly tore apart the time-power protection, acting directly on his mind.
Sima Rui can be sure that Wu Ming has no murderous intentions, otherwise, he would no longer be able to stand!
When he thought of this, Sima Rui smiled silently and started writing.
Even though it was obvious that Zhao Yukun was controlled by Wu Ming, he shook out all the darkness and filthiness of his past actions.
But are the people present stupid?
Although it was a long time ago, it only happened in the past twenty or thirty years. It can be said that most of these noble ministers have personally experienced what happened back then.
How many of the so-called eight kings with different surnames are there now?
Except for the Wu family, which has been repeatedly suppressed and framed, and almost completely exterminated, leaving only Wu Ming, the only one left, the other seven families, only one Qi family is left!
Except for the Liu family that was destroyed at the hands of Wu Ming, the other six families all gradually declined due to various reasons under Zhao Yukun's arrangements.
Among them, it could be that it involves the resource interests of various towns and villages.
Some are sold to sects, some are transferred to aristocratic families, and more are needed by the demon clan.
This alone is enough to make Zhao Yukun infamy for thousands of years!
The old prince of the Qi family was also in the palace at this time, and sat slumped on the ground, as if he had lost all his strength.
It turns out that the inexplicable suppression my family has suffered over the years is all because of this.
The reason why it hasn’t completely declined is because the Qi family is left to hide from others!
There are also countless reports that Zhao Yukun secretly suppressed since he registered. All of them are to participate in the local spiritual officials and monsters to set up sacrifices at will, poison towns and towns, and ask for offerings. Most of them are to work for boys and girls.
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There are so many things that are too numerous to write down!
As the emperor of the Eastern Song Dynasty, Zhao Yukun knew clearly that evildoers were causing trouble and harming the people, but for his own selfish purposes, he not only ignored them, but also secretly facilitated them.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
The most outrageous thing is that Zhao Yukun came down that year and sent military strategists to Beijin as hostages. He even secretly promised the barbarians countless benefits, only to have to cede territory and pay compensation!
Obviously, there was no winner or loser between the two sides in that war, simply because the military strategist wanted to strengthen the army and move north to defend the enemy from outside, which was contrary to Zhao Yukun's plan.
Also, the secret contact with Ao Tai, the crown prince of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, and the various benefits promised are close to betraying the entire human race.
In the main hall, all officials, whether they still had conscience or not, were horrified by Zhao Yukun's boldness.
This means that Zhao Yukun did not succeed. If he succeeded, wouldn't the entire Song Dynasty never have a chance to see the light of day again?
But when I think of the newly canonized Holy Prince, all the words I want to yell and scold are blocked in my throat, and I can't spit them out!
Bang bang bang!
When Zhao Yukun finished speaking, there was a burst of applause in the hall. It was Wu Ming who clapped his hands lightly, looked at Sima Rui indifferently and said: "Taishi Ling, send it into the history of the historian!"
"this……"
Sima Rui had sweat on his forehead and hesitation on his face, obviously he couldn't make up his mind.
If Wu Ming really acted as he said, once he sent the living notes into the long river of history, not to mention that Zhao Yukun would be infamy for eternity, and even the entire Zhao and Song royal family would be infamy for thousands of years.
It is conceivable that once this matter is confirmed, the Song Dynasty will no longer need a royal family like the Zhao family!
But...can you refuse?
"Why!"
Thinking of the previous changes in the celestial phenomena, Sima Rui knew that things were a foregone conclusion and could not be changed at all. He sighed secretly, stretched out his hands, held the book, and started to use the technique.
"stop!"
At this moment, an old man shouted into the hall, causing everyone to turn and look in shock, only to see a tall old man wearing a golden dragon robe, quite majestic, with gray hair, but walking like a dragon and a tiger.