Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 23 What is the surname in the world (Seventh)

The car of Wang Xun and Wang Yi had already arrived at the door of Zhang Chong's mansion.

It is not as light as Wang Mang. Their convoy is naturally filled with dense guards in front and behind.

The car stopped, and after the two got out of the car, they looked at each other.

It was strange that their brother Wang Mang said that they came to Zhang Chong's house to attend the banquet. But after arriving at the place, not only did no one greet him at the door, but no sound of silk and bamboo were heard inside. The door of the house was closed, quietly like a dead house.

It was already dark, but the house was dark and there was no trace of light.

"this……"

There was a sense of uneasiness in both of them. The two men who had been through the battle for a long time instinctively smelled a dead aura from the front.

"Father, uncle, please come in. The teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhang Chong's mansion suddenly opened, but it was not his servant, but Wang Mu.

He held a box in his hand and bowed to his father Wang Yi and his uncle Wang Xun, then turned around and led the way into the house.

Seeing that it was his son here, Wang Yi felt a little relaxed. At least he appeared in front of him for a long time, that should mean that nothing went wrong.

The two hurriedly followed Wang Mu quickly and walked inward. The large number of guards behind them naturally followed closely behind them.

Standing at the door of the banquet hall, Wang Mu stopped, stretched out an arm into the banquet hall, and bowed slightly: "Father, uncle, please."

In the entire house, only this room had lights on. The door was closed and the light leaked out of the crack in the window, hitting the two of them in the faces.

Wang Yi gently pushed open the door.

The scene in front of him was caught off guard, which almost made him scream.

Wang Mang sat high at the top of the banquet hall, holding a wine glass in his hand, and was sipping in his sip.

But in front of him was a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The guards in heavy armor, the northern ranger with a large garment and long sword, and even three Huns with hair and beards were scattered in the center of the banquet hall.

Behind Wang Mang, a black figure stood, lowering his head. The long sword in his hand pointed diagonally downwards. Just as the two of them pushed the door in, a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword to the ground.

The voice was very light, but it seemed to hit a sledgehammer in the hearts of the two of them.

"You... are a little late."

Wang Mang raised the wine glass in his hands to the two of them, with a smile on his face.

"Where is Qimenlang?"

Wang Yi asked in horror. Even though he had experienced many battles, his mouth was still trembling when facing such a scene.

"Is Qimenlang? There is half there."

Wang Mang raised his wine glass and pointed to the front. Only then did the two of them see that there was a headless corpse sitting in front of the table.

"Half still..."

"In the child." Wang Mu's voice suddenly appeared behind the two.

The two turned around in horror and saw the ebony box he held in his hand.

Wang Mu stood steadily, facing the box only with the two of them, stretched out his hand and lifted the lid.

In the box, the muscles on the face at the head were twisted and hideous, and were filled with shock and horror. The incision was smooth and neat, and as smooth as a mirror.

It is Zhang Chong.

"Brother... Why did you want to kill Qimenlang? He is the Empress Dowager..." Wang Yi just spoke, and he stopped immediately.

The corpses in front of them were all fully equipped with soldiers and armor. Especially the armor of more than ten period guards, they naturally would not admit their mistakes.

At the banquet, these fully armed soldiers will appear. There is no need to ask what happened.

"Is it the Empress Dowager the Meaning?"

Wang Xun had never spoken since entering the door. Until this time, he spoke for the first time and asked slowly.

"yes."

Wang Mang nodded, stood up from the table, and walked slowly towards the two of them.

"Wang Yi, Wang Xun. I have told you before that the rift between me and my aunt is irreparable. But you... are stubbornly unwilling to believe it."

Wang Mang walked to the two of them, turned halfway back, stretched out his hand and pointed around the entire banquet hall, and finally pointed at his nose again, with a sharp expression: "If there was no Han Zhuo by my side, there would be only one corpse you were about to see at this moment."

"Brother..."

Wang Yi was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Mang: "Now, I just want to ask you two in one sentence."

Wang Mang's eyes slowly swept across their faces: "The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and you will never be able to stay alone. Tell me, will you stand on my side or your aunt's side!"

Wang Yi took a deep breath. Before he could speak, Wang Xun beside him had already kneeled down unswervingly.

"Long live your Majesty!"

Wang Yi hurriedly followed Wang Xun, knelt in front of Wang Mang, and didn't even dare to raise his head.

Wang Mang looked at the two people kneeling in front of him and let out a long sigh of relief from his chest.
Chapter completed!