Beijing.

The new emperor died suddenly, and the imperial concubine did not mourn in secret. All the palace maids and eunuchs who knew the inside story of that night were handed over to the Jin Yiwei secret judge.

The culprit behind the sudden death of the new emperor, the witch sent to the palace by Yuhuatian, was thrown into a well and drowned by her.

Then, she handed the Emperor's Sword to her confidant Zhu Xixiao and ordered him to mobilize the three major battalions in the capital to go to the capital to defend the imperial city.

Before anyone could react, she once again pretended to pass on the imperial edict and sent the position of Chief of Ceremony, which everyone in the East and West factories was watching closely, to Yuhuatian.

In this way, Dongchang Liu Xi's eyes naturally shifted from the inner courtyard of the palace to Yuhuatian.

And she can spare time to discuss the matter of appointing a new king with some trusted veterans in the cabinet!

Once a new king succeeds to the throne, at least the turbulent political situation can be stabilized a little first.

It has to be said that this woman is not only thoughtful, but also has thunderous means.

But she has forgotten that in the current Daqian court, whether it is the factory guard or the ceremonial supervisor, where are the trustworthy people?

…

"Your Majesty is young, I'm afraid..."

The side hall next to the Fengtian Hall was the place where the emperor and his close ministers held small court meetings in the past.

At this moment, the imperial concubine was sitting, surrounded by several seemingly loyal cabinet veterans.

What they are discussing is the important matter of appointing a new king.

And everyone has always recommended that the prince born to the imperial concubine should succeed to the throne.

Although the imperial concubine was secretly happy, she also understood that the emperor elected at this time would be roasted on the fire several times!

"master!!!"

At this critical moment, the door to the side hall was suddenly pushed open, and a staggering figure walked in.

"Bold!!"

The imperial concubine was startled, and then she glared angrily at the little eunuch who was lying on the ground.

But the veterans around her looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Reporting to the master, then, then..."

Although the little eunuch was prostrate on the ground, he pointed at the door of the hall with one hand and trembled slightly as he spoke.

"explain!"

The imperial concubine's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came over her.

The little eunuch swallowed hard, and then said tremblingly: "The Iron Lord God is wearing armor and holding a sword, and has arrived outside Chengtian Gate with thousands of soldiers..."

When the imperial concubine heard this, her head buzzed, her vision went dark and she almost fainted on the spot.

But, this woman is really powerful.

At this moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, forced himself to calm down, and said with a sneer: "There are tens of thousands of soldiers outside Chengtian Gate, and there are also commanders of Jin Yiwei holding the Emperor's Sword. There are only thousands of people here..."

Before the imperial concubine could give reassurance to the ministers who were actually pregnant with the fetus, the little eunuch cried sadly and spoke again.

"Master, Zhu Xixiao, who is guarding the Chengtian Gate, has handed over the Emperor's Sword and has come to the Fengtian Palace with the Iron Dan Lord!!"

As the young eunuch finished speaking, the imperial concubine seemed to have had all her energy drained away, and she fell directly onto the chair.

But those veteran cabinet ministers who originally stood on a united front with the imperial concubine, had their mouth corners slightly raised unconsciously.

…

On the dragon path inside Chen Tianmen, Zhu Wuwu was wearing armor and holding the Emperor's Sword, striding at the front.

Looking at the majestic palace not far away that he had visited countless times, even though he was as ups and downs as he was, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face at this moment.

In fact, the position on the Kowloon steps in Fengtian Hall should have belonged to him, Zhu Wuwu, long ago!!

The bright-faced Zhu Wuwu walked at the front, but beside him stood a man with muscles all over his body and a fierce look on his face.

Behind this man were thousands of men in black robes and Rakshasa masks.

This man with a fierce look is the same Jue Wushen who escaped from Zhao Yu at Foren Temple!

Behind the group of ghost chaluo were the soldiers from the three battalions who were guarding the imperial city just a moment ago.

The right time, the right place, the right people...

Now he, Zhu Wuwu, has picked them all in his hands!

Soon, a large group of people arrived outside the Fengtian Palace, and the old ministers who had been studying with the imperial concubine on how to appoint a new king were all waiting outside the palace.

"Thanks for your hard work, fellow veterans, where is the demon concubine now?"

Seeing the veteran cabinet ministers on the steps, Zhu Wuwu stepped forward, looked down at everyone, and asked with a chuckle.

"If you return to Shenhou..."

An old minister came forward with a humble expression and held up his hands as he was about to reply.

"Um?"

Unexpectedly, when Zhu Wuwu heard the old minister's name, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The old minister was also a man who had become a spirit. He reacted immediately after being stunned. After kneeling down, he called "Your Majesty".

"Went to the Ancestral Temple?"

Zhu Wulan smiled coldly, but didn't ask any more questions, then turned around and looked at the gate of Fengtian Hall.

Yu Huatian, who was following behind, immediately stepped forward, pushed open the door of Fengtian Hall with his own hands, and knelt on the side of the open middle door.

"Hahaha……"

Zhu Wuwu, who finally saw the scenery inside Fengtian Temple clearly again, couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

The long-cherished wish that I had dreamed of for decades finally came true today. Anyone else would be unable to restrain their inner ecstasy.

Zhu Wuwu slowly stretched out his hand and took off his armor.

Under the armor is a bright yellow dragon robe!

Except for Juewu Shen and the thousands of ghosts and ghosts, everyone knelt down at this moment and shouted "Long live".

Zhu Wulan suppressed his smile, raised his feet and walked straight towards the chair on the nine dragon steps of Fengtian Hall.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Originally, everything seemed to have settled.

Whoosh!

But just when Jue Wushen, who was following Zhu Wuwu, raised his steps and was about to enter the Fengtian Hall, a sudden change occurred.

A sharp sword light appeared out of thin air and passed by Jue Wushen's side in an instant.

If Jue Wushen hadn't retracted his legs quickly, this sword energy would have been enough to remove the leg he stepped out of!

Everyone was shocked, especially the Gui Cha Luo behind Jue Wu Shen. They instantly unsheathed their swords and looked around with ferocious expressions.

"who?!"

Zhu Wuwu, who had already entered the Fengtian Palace, also changed his expression.

Others didn't know clearly, but he was sweating profusely now.

He naturally sensed the sword energy that just hit Jue Wushen.

Even if he has hundreds of years of inner strength, he will never be able to stop him!

There are countless masters in the palace.

However, Zhu Wuli claimed that except for the four members of the Baolong clan, no one was his opponent.

And now three of the four members of the Baolong clan are dead, and one waste is still missing.

It stands to reason that there can no longer be such a powerful martial arts master in this imperial city...

Just when everyone was in shock and confusion, Jue Wushen, who was the first to bear the brunt, turned around and looked at Long Dao behind everyone.

On the wide dragon road, a middle-aged man wearing a long gown who looked like a Confucian scholar walked towards the crowd slowly with his hands behind his back.
Chapter completed!