After hearing this, Nie Zheng went down to search for the guards, but after a moment, he shook his head at Feng Wuyou.

These people would rather die than reveal what was behind them, so naturally they would leave no clues on their bodies.

He Lanqi looked at Feng Wuyou coldly, with a look of disdain, as if he was waiting for Feng Wuyou to negotiate with him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuyou didn't look at him at all, and just said to Nie Zheng: "Since we can't find him, we can only wrong Mr. Chang Shi."

Raising his hand: "Take it down."

Nie Zheng and others were already angry with He Lanqi. After hearing this, someone immediately went over to hold his arms and pull him down.

"Feng Wuyou..." He Lanqi was shocked. He never expected that Feng Wuyou would be so straightforward and not even give him a chance: "Don't you want to know who these people are and why they came to help me?"

"Want to know."

Feng Wuyou nodded.

"Then you..." "I believe that after Mr. Chang Shi has experienced the punishment of South Vietnam, he will still tell me what I want to know."

Feng Wuyou said quietly and waved his hand again: "Pull it down!"

A little long history thought that he could negotiate with her with a little secret. Then what rules would there be in South Vietnam in the future?

All officials here should keep their eyes open and consider whether they are qualified to negotiate with her.

"Feng Wuyou...Princess...Her Highness the Princess!"

He Lanqi's voice kept screaming, but Feng Wuyou didn't even look at it.

He Lanrong stood alone in the temple. Although there were more than a dozen loyal guards guarding him, anyone with any brain would know that it was the end of the road.

He looked around Gu Chang, and when he saw that all the officials were silent, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Feng Wuyou, this general is here for the throne. Even if you have the upper hand, I will give it a try!"

After speaking, he raised the sword at his waist and roared: "Charge forward and kill Feng Wuyou!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the guards around him could take action, he rushed forward and slashed at Feng Wuyou with his long sword.

Feng Wuyou's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his body stood still where he was.

Naturally, there was a cloud guard standing in front of her. He Lanrong was still several steps away from her when he was stabbed into the chest by the cloud guard in front of him.

He Lanrong immediately knelt down, but held his body up with his sword and refused to fall.

"Feng Wuyou, the rebellion was all my idea, and my family doesn't know anything about it. You..." Feng Wuyou sighed slightly and said, "It won't harm your family, so go ahead."

Hearing this, He Lanrong, as if the last thing on his mind had been settled, finally tilted and fell down.

At this time, the guards around him didn't even have time to take action.

On that day of the fire, He Lanrong rushed forward the fiercest and screamed the most ferociously. Xiao Jinglan was already resentful and even said that he would kill him.

He Lanrong knew that he would definitely not survive if he did such a thing. Therefore, when he knew that the situation was over, he came to kill Feng Wuyou without overestimating his abilities. He did not really think that he could still make a comeback, but that he wanted to give Feng Wuyou a chance.

An opportunity to kill him justifiably, in exchange for the safety of his family.

When a person is about to die, he speaks well. Feng Wuyou is not a person who kills indiscriminately. Now that He Lanrong is dead, although his family members will not escape the consequences, at least one life will definitely be saved.

All over the hall, one could hear a needle drop.

"Take them down."

Feng Wuyou saw Xiao Jinglan frowning from the corner of his eyes and immediately gave orders.

? Xiao Jinglan is naturally not afraid of blood. How could the talented young marshal back then be afraid of blood?

However, after rolling through thousands of corpses and surviving under the hooves of thousands of horses, I instinctively reject these things.

Feng Wuyou is here, so he won't feel uncomfortable watching him.

Xiao Jinglan glanced at Feng Wuyou and lowered his eyes slightly.

He likes his little phoenix very much.

Xiao Jiayun and Lian Fei's men immediately came forward to clean up the battlefield.

It is indeed outrageous that the most important palace in South Vietnam, the seat of authority, should be so bloody.

Feng Wuyou ignored the people who were cleaning, just looked at Da Situ, smiled and said, "Da Situ seems to be a little unwell?"

Da Situ is a civil servant. After so many years in the officialdom, how can there be anyone who has never seen blood?

Wasn't the battle between Jin and Yu back then also a river of blood?

But he was old and had been at peace for a long time. When he saw the blood in the palace, his face turned pale unconsciously.

Now he saw Feng Wuyou asking him again. He was startled and suddenly reacted. He shook his head a few times and said with a weak look: "Your Highness, I am old and my body is no longer useful. Although I still want to do my best to assist the little one,

The emperor's grandson, but his health really cannot allow it, so I would like to ask Her Royal Highness the Princess to allow me to take up my official post."

As expected of an old official, Feng Wuyou only said one sentence and he immediately understood the meaning of his words.

Feng Wuyou had already forced him to retire when he was in the imperial mausoleum, but he was unwilling to do so, so he still stood here shamelessly.

But now that everything has settled, how can he still want to stay in this position?

If he had raised the issue on his own without understanding, who knows what would have happened when Feng Wuyou took action?

Feng Wuyou was very satisfied with Da Situ's knowledge.

The position of Da Situ is important, and we must not put such a two-pronged person in this position.

She nodded: "Yes."

Da Situ's forehead was covered with sweat. Hearing this accurate word, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, if Feng Wuyou said an accurate word, his life would be spared. If Feng Wuyou was inaccurate, then his life would be spared.

However, before he could let go of his breath, Feng Wuyou said again: "The Great Situ has worked hard for many years and has not returned to his hometown for a long time. I cannot bear to let the Great Situ continue to leave his hometown. To convey the decree of this Palace, I will grant the title of Grand Duke of the Great Situ."

, starting from now on, I will return home in fine clothes."

Da Situ suddenly raised his head.

He is not from Linhuang, but after living in Linhuang for so many years, his family has moved here long ago, but there are no people in his so-called hometown.

Now Feng Wuyou wants to not only terminate his position, but also drive him away.

But when he thought about it again, he understood that he had been in Linhuang for too many years and had done too much as an official. More than half of the officials in the court were his disciples. If not for this, he would not have been able to lead the hundreds of people in South Vietnam.

officials and become a third party force.

Feng Wuyou wants to root out all his influence from the root.

"Old minister, I would like to thank Her Royal Highness the Princess for your kindness."

Without soldiers in his hands, he could only obey.

"What I said is, today."

Feng Wuyou put the emphasis on the last two words and asked, "Did the Duke understand?"

This is, without even making any preparation for him, we will drive him away today.

Da Situ's mouth was filled with bitterness.

He made one mistake that will lead to eternal regret.

Just because he underestimated Feng Wuyou and stood on the wrong team, so many years of hard work and struggle were all in vain.

"Old minister... I obey the order."

"Then I wish the Duke a happy journey."

Feng Wuyou smiled slightly and said, "Come here, accompany the Duke to his home to pick up some things and send the Duke on his way."

Lian Fei immediately ordered a few people to come out, and they stood on both sides of Da Situ like Vajra Gate Gods.

Feng Wuyou said quietly: "Da Situ, there is no need to worry about his family. They will catch up with Da Situ in three days at the latest."

Feng Wuyou wants to clean up Linhuang and is not afraid of being known.

She just wants to let all the officials in the palace know that the world in South Vietnam has completely changed, and they can only follow their own wishes.

Whoever she supports as the emperor of South Vietnam must be supported by those below her.

And what she supports is that child, Ajiu's child.

After the Great Situ left, Feng Wuyou looked at His Highness and the officials and asked, "Who else has doubts about the identity of the little grandson?"

Under Feng Wuyou's actions, no one dared to have any doubts. They all admitted that the little grandson was after He Lanjiu and the legitimate heir to the throne of South Vietnam.

Feng Wuyou took the child from Qian Yue's arms, held it in her arms, and said solemnly: "Since none of you have any objections, I would like to announce that from now on, the Crown Prince will ascend the throne as the Emperor of South Vietnam, and Concubine Jin will serve as the regent.

, Lian Fei is the Imperial President, and..." Feng Wuyou looked at Xuan Lin and said: "I would like to invite Xuan Lin's divine envoy to serve as the Great Situ. I wonder if the envoy can take into account His Majesty's young age.

, let’s make an exception for the time being.”

People from the temple do not hold official positions in South Vietnam, but in today's South Vietnam, Feng Wuyou really can't find anyone he can trust.

Xuan Lin has been working with her for more than half a month, and he is a reliable person that she knows well. And more importantly, as He Lanjiu is the son of a god, his son must not be low in talent for secret arts, so Feng Wuyou hopes

This child, like He Lanjiu, has been influenced by the temple since he was a child.
To be continued...