"Prepare the car!"

Changsun Yunchu stared at the captain of the guard and said sternly.

? "Empress..." The guard captain never expected that Changsun Yunchu had a plan, but he was also helpless.

"The Empress has something to say."

He said hurriedly.

"Prepare the car immediately and take me to the ancestral temple..." Changsun Yunchu pushed the knife hard on his neck and said sternly: "Otherwise, I will die here!"

The captain of the guard looked extremely embarrassed, but he had no choice.

Changsun Yunchu was pregnant with the royal heir. Even if he had a hundred heads, he would not dare to joke about the royal heir in her belly.

After all, he gritted his teeth and ordered: "Prepare the car!"

Royal Ancestral Temple.

Feng Wuyou has been in Xiqin for a lot of days, but it is the first time he has been here.

The founding of the Western Qin Kingdom has only been more than fifty years ago. If we talk about the foundation, we may not have much.

This royal ancestral temple was not built by the Western Qin Dynasty, but was rebuilt on the basis of the Great Zhou Dynasty of the previous dynasty.

The ancestral tablets originally worshipped in the Great Zhou Dynasty had already been burned to pieces, but now there are only six tablets on it.

These six tablets are naturally Murong Yi's father, Emperor Wen, grandfather, Emperor Wu, and great-grandfather, and Emperor Gaozu, the founding emperor of Western Qin. The remaining three are the titles of Emperors who were named after Emperor Gaozu ascended the throne for three generations and were posthumously awarded the title of Emperor.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites recited the tedious rituals and guided all civil and military officials to hold one ritual after another according to the steps.

When the emcee recited the enthronement and reported the words to his ancestors, Murong Yi, who had been silent, finally looked up.

He looked at the tablets on it silently for a while, but said nothing in the end. He just took the jade note with Shangguan Youlan's name and identity, and placed his hands in front of the tablets of the ancestors, which was to announce Shangguan Youlan's identity to the ancestors.

Shangguan Youlan also stepped forward and bowed to the tablets.

She didn't care about the ancestors and clans of the Western Qin Dynasty.

But she liked the position of Queen Xiqin very much.

Only in this position can the person she hates the most painful.

After the ceremony of the ritual was over, Murong Yi walked out of the ancestral temple.

All officials are not qualified to enter the Royal Ancestral Temple, and they are all listed under the steps outside the gate.

In the square below, a punishment platform had already been set up. The executioner in red was holding a heavy sword and stood on one side.

Murong Yi looked at it for a moment and slowly spoke: "Take Changsun Mao."

"Wuwuwu..." Yu Zhouwen, who was dressed as Changsun Mao, saw Feng Wuyou and several other guards come to take him, shook his head desperately, trying to break free.

At this time, the acupoints on his body had been untied, and only the mute acupoint was still sealed.

Few of the guards in Yu's mansion have the ability to seal acupoints. If he can't move, it will make people suspicious.

But no one could care if he couldn't speak, and these guards with people were not interested in listening to a death row prisoner.

Moreover, although the acupoints were removed, Qianyue gave him another medicine that could make people weak, which made him unable to struggle.

But when people die, they can always burst out with some potential. Although Yu Zhouwen was given medicine, he still struggled hard, and he held the pillar of the prison car tightly. The guards could not pull him down for a moment.

At this time, Qianyue despised Zhou Wen like this from the bottom of her heart.

Without saying a word, she kicked Yu Zhouwen quietly. Yu Zhouwen's struggle immediately stopped, her body was soft and she lost her strength and could only be dragged away by the guards.

Feng Wuyou came over to take Qianyue and chuckled, "You're so kind."

Qianyue whispered: "You can't let him ruin the reputation of the Duke."

Yu Zhouwen was so greedy and afraid of death at this time, as he looked like he was ashamed of Duke Changsun.

The two were quickly taken to the prison stage of the open space center and pressed hard on the stage.

Yu Zhouwen, dressed as Yun Jiu, reported loudly to Murong Yi: "Report to the emperor, the rebel Chang Sun Mao and his wife are brought here!"

Yu Zhouwen tried desperately to raise his head, but Qianyue leaned over and grabbed one of his arms tightly with great fear, but in fact he knocked his knuckles hard on his spine, making Yu Zhouwen unable to raise his head and could only hang his head towards Qianyue.

Judging from Murong Yi's condescending position, it seems that Changsun Mao disdains to look at him, so he doesn't look up at all.

There is no need for Murong Yi to speak. On one side, an official from the Ministry of Justice came forward to read twenty-six charges such as Changsun Mao co-wrote the enemy and treason, and so on, and finally shouted loudly: "Changsun Mao, do you know the crime?"

Yu Zhouwen couldn't speak, so he naturally didn't answer at all.

Officials from the Ministry of Justice ignored it and reported to Murong Yi: "Changsun was stubborn, but there is a solid evidence for everything. Please make a decision."

The decree for the execution was issued last night, and now it is just a formality.

Feng Wuyou stood among the escort soldiers and secretly looked up at Murong Yi.

She could never believe that Murong Yi would really kill Duke Changsun.

Murong Yi may put national interests above his personal happiness and anger, but this is why he should not have executed Duke Changsun in such a big fight.

A hero who once made great contributions to the Western Qin Dynasty ended like this. Will the others dare to be loyal to him?

Even if he really can't tolerate Duke Changsun, he should find an excuse for death or accident and solve it secretly. This is the most beneficial to him.

Murong Yi did not notice Feng Wuyou's gaze. His face was cold and a trace of extreme disgust flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand impatiently and said in a low voice: "Cut."

The ceremonial officer heard a long voice and shouted loudly: "The emperor has an order, and the traitor, Changsun, and his wife, beheaded!"

"Wuwuwuwuwu..." Yu Zhouwen struggled desperately.

He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die.

Everything was fine yesterday, but why did it suddenly become like this?

But... under Qianyue's restraint, Yu Zhouwen's struggle became ridiculous.

If the movement is small, you can't see it even if you are a little farther away.

There is only one executioner and only one executioner.

Killing one by one can help shock people.

Yu Zhouwen was pulled up first.

"Execution!"

A crisp and bright sound rang out, and the executioner raised his sword and fell... Crack! The bones rolled... A man's head rolled from the punishment platform with blood all over the ground.

Murong Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, as if some intense emotions surged in his heart.

But soon, the emotion subsided.

"Empress..." Nie Zheng suddenly spoke, and his body tensed involuntarily.

Yu Zhou Wen is dead, and the next one is Mrs. Changsun, which is Qianyue.

Feng Wuyou looked at him, and a touch of playfulness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"when?"

"What?"

Nie Zheng was nervous and couldn't hear what Feng Wuyou was asking.

"nothing."

Feng Wuyou smiled and didn't ask any further.

Nie Zheng realized it later and shouted even more nervously: "Empress..." He didn't know what Feng Wuyou was waiting for, but now, the person Feng Wuyou was waiting for obviously did not come.

If you wait any longer, Qianyue will be... Nie Zheng clenched his fists tightly.

He believed in Feng Wuyou, but... this did not mean that he could restrain his nervousness.

It was probably only at this time that he knew what it means to be unable to sit and stand, what it means to be stumble with one's claws, and what it means to be anxious.

No matter how many words there are, they cannot describe his anxious mood at this moment.

"The eldest son of the prisoner, Sun!"

The emcee above started shouting again.

Feng Wuyou's eyes became deeper.

Did she guess wrong?

If she guessed wrongly, she wouldn't wait. She couldn't really let Qianyue die here.

The executioner's big sword was already raised, and Feng Wuyou's body moved slightly. He was about to step forward, but suddenly he heard... "Stop!"

A shrill shout came from behind, and a figure almost rushed towards him, pushing the executioner away before rushing to the execution platform.

The figure was so fast that it was not until she pushed the executioner away that the people around her could see clearly that the man was wearing palace clothes and his abdomen was bulging... But who wasn't Changsun Yunchu?

Shouldn't she be in the palace?

How could it be here?

Even Murong Yi's gaze changed slightly.
To be continued...