The sword tip swept across the white and tender neck, and a bloodline was shocking!

Force the crown prince to death!

This crime hit the hearts of all civil and military ministers like lightning!

When this incident was recorded in history, every official present could not escape the curse of eternal times.

No, if they can't wait to be recorded in history, maybe they and their nine clans will be buried with King Zhong!

"Silang! Don't!" Zhao Yun exclaimed again, more shrill and panic than before!

The ministers also reacted, "Your Highness! No!"

"I am guilty!" Zhou Tan, the Minister of Justice, knelt down, "Your Highness, don't be impulsive, it's me who is guilty!"

The trembling voice was filled with teeth colliding.

"I am guilty of you!"

Just as the strong wind pressed down on the wheat field, the ministers fell one by one and prostrated themselves.

After all the ministers knelt down, the imperial guards holding weapons in their hands also knelt down on one knee under the leadership of the generals, and a sound of metal and stone fighting sounded!

"The student is guilty!"

The students of the three schools couldn't bear it, so they all knelt down!

Then, the people fell to the ground one after another, shouting in panic, "The grass-roots are guilty!"

Feeling the coldness under his throat, Zhao Mengqi looked at his butts with cold eyes, and his heart was filled with sensation.

Haha, it's more cruel!?

Everything seemed to be deadlocked again, and there was nothing else on the imperial street in front of Hening Gate except the sound of the wind.

Tick!

Blood beads dripped from the tip of the sword and fell on the stone slab.

The sound was very small, and it came into the ears of the ministers, but it shattered their last defense!

"Zhao Mengqi! Put down the sword!"

Zhao Yun's heart-wrenching voice was deafening.

Zhao Mengqi shrugged, moved the blade away, and inserted it to the ground, "It's really difficult, can't you even die?"

Seeing his suicidal suicide, many officials breathed a sigh of relief. When they heard his words, they couldn't help but complain, "It's okay for you to die, but you can't take everyone to bury you!"

"Imperial Doctor! Imperial Doctor! Heal the wounds of King Zhong!"

Zhao Yun, who was still in shock, shouted, ran down the imperial high platform, came to Zhao Mengqi, and looked at the wound on his neck, his eyelids twitched.

Regardless of whether Zhao Mengqi wanted or not, Zhao Yun pulled him to the imperial throne. At this time, Chongrong was already running over with the clinic box.

Seeing that Zhao Mengqi was standing and curing his injuries was inconvenient, Zhao Yun didn't care about so much at this time and directly pressed him on the imperial throne, "Sit down to treat!"

Zhao Mengqi could not have imagined that he would sit on the throne of the emperor under such circumstances. Unfortunately, it was just literally, just sitting.

Chongrong's medical skills are still very good. He cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it all in less than half an hour. "Your Majesty, your highness's injury is not at the moment."

This is Zhao Mengqi. Apart from his pale face and a circle of fine linen on his neck and left hand, he looks pretty good.

The wound just now looked scary, but in fact, whether it was robbing the sword or committing suicide, Zhao Mengqi himself was at ease, and it was not very serious. Of course, Chongrong would definitely not say it out.

Speaking of which, whether it is Uncle Xie Fang who commits suicide by robbing the sword or Zhao Mengqi commits suicide by robbing the sword, it is just a temporary idea. At most, Zhao Mengqi was inspired by Uncle Xie Fang.

An old actor and a little slip-on, the two of them are competing with each other’s acting skills!

Zhao Yun looked carefully and confirmed that Zhao Mengqi was indeed fine. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and found that everyone was still kneeling, "Okay, get up, King Zhong is fine."

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"Thank you, Lord, Long."

The ministers began to get up, and many people were shaking, not knowing whether they were kneeling down or being frightened.

Zhao Mengqi shook his neck and glanced at the ministers. Seeing that they were all happy and glad that they were all happy, they hummed secretly.

Haha, do you think it's over? It's over? I'm thinking too much, it's time for me to take action!

He stood up and bowed slightly to Zhao Yun, "Father, please sit down, my son can't be arrogant anymore."

Zhao Yun nodded, sat back on his throne, and continued to hear Zhao Mengqi say, "Father, although the son minister has not died, I still have to give the explanation to the people of the world. If the father can trust the son minister, please accept it.

Leave the court meeting to my sons."

When Zhao Mengqi said this, Zhao Yun felt something was wrong. Since this son woke up from a coma, he has become very wild. He didn't succeed in trying to purge the court last time, but he must still be thinking about it.

But the appearance of Zhao Mengqiheng's sword was still vivid in my mind, which was shocking. So Zhao Yun weighed it for a while and sighed, "Okay, it's up to you to do it, just be careful..."

Zhao Mengqi bowed again, "Don't worry, Father."

Then he turned around and stood upright in front of the imperial seat. From looking down at the important officials in front of him, his eyes gradually moved forward. He saw the officials returning to the train, and looked into the distance, looking at the people and the people, and that seemed to turn the whole thing.

The world is in my eyes.

A crisp voice like a phoenix resounded throughout the streets, "Before, Gu said that he would give you an explanation, then, now Gu will give it to you! The truth! Justice! You will all see it! Let's start!"

In line with his voice, a bell rang out from the city behind him!

Then, in everyone's puzzled eyes, the gate of the Wai Luyuan on the east side of Yu Street was pushed open and an official walked out.

The official walked to the imperial throne with difficulty, knelt down and kowtowed three times, "I am the master of Shaoxing Prefecture, Qian Guozhong, pay homage to Your Majesty, and pay homage to Your Highness."

Zhao Yun just raised his hand and didn't say anything. Next, he asked Zhao Mengqi to deal with it.

Zhao Mengqi said loudly, "Get up and talk."

But Qian Guozhong did not get up, but knelt straight, "I am guilty and dare not get up."

"What are you guilty?" Zhao Mengqi's voice was very calm.

But the ministers already felt that the storm was coming.

"The criminal provoked himself, and the criminal conspired with others. On the birthday of Princess Rong last month, when Prince Zhong went to Shaoxing City, he refused to leave the city gate and ordered Prince Zhong to sleep in the wilderness. This is a crime of disrespect. The person who accomplices the plot for him.

Li Lu, the pacification envoy of Jiangsu and Zhejiang East Road, Feng Yuanqing, the transshipment envoy, Wang Heguang, the official in charge of the criminal prison, and Xu Wen, the actual executor was the commander of the city guarding Cai An."

As soon as these words were said, the ministers were a little disturbed, which means that it was reasonable for King Zhong to kill Cai An, but it was still illegal. However, King Zhong had already recognized this before, and it seemed that there was nothing to say.

But the people, how old they are, they don’t know the things in the court. They only understand that Cai An committed a great crime of disrespect. As for who was sentenced, what does it matter, so they began to retreat from their sympathy for Cai An and their abuse of loyal kings.
Chapter completed!