Chapter 392

The ministers were in an uproar.

The old courtier carefully looked at Wen Yanqing's eyebrows and eyes. In a trance, it seemed that his figure coincided with the King Mu of that year.

"Yes, you killed me twice in a row, but I didn't die. Are you disappointed?"

Wen Yanqing chuckled, "in fact, I can't remember so many things at all, and the mother imperial concubine never wanted me to avenge my father. But you press hard step by step and kill us everywhere!" he suddenly burst into violence in his eyes and grabbed emperor Cheng De's neck, "I just want to live peacefully with my mother. In that small town, I will have a strict but loving mother and a wife who will live with me forever! It's you who ruined everything for me!"

For the first time, Emperor Chengde felt that death was so close to him, the air was getting thinner and thinner, and his eyeballs protruded.

"When I was young, I saw my father's head cut off alive in front of me. When I was 17, I watched my mother die under the chaotic sword! I was afraid that my identity would bring misfortune to my beloved woman. Over the past three years, I have been carrying hatred and fear day by day. Do you think you deserve to be my elder?"

Wen Yanqing smiled desolately, and a layer of blood filled the fundus of his eyes.

He didn't feel very happy when he saw that Chengde emperor was unable to struggle under his hands. He had never been a greedy man. He could only ask for food and clothing. His life would be enough if he had family and loved ones to accompany him.

But these people wanted to force him to put down his pen and raise his butcher's knife.

There is only one word left in my heart: kill——

He became the kind of person he hated most.

"I won't kill you."

Wen Yanqing suddenly let go. He shook his sleeves and turned around. The words in his clear voice were like charity.

"I'll keep you, keep you trapped in an inch of land all your life, and save the rest of your life! Make a good atonement for the killing you committed - oh no," Wen Yanqing turned his head, smiled, and his eyes were full of cold. "I don't think my father and mother need your charity. You must live well and don't dirty their reincarnation road again!"

He walked slowly down the steps and went straight to the second prince, who was also King Heng.

In the nervous expression of the middle-aged man, he whispered.

"The sixth Prince led troops to the palace with the intention of rebellion. He was beheaded in the Jinluan Palace by his highness King Heng. In the 21st year of Chengde, Emperor Chengde was killed by the sixth Prince and died -"

Fortunately, Emperor Chengde, who was sitting on the Dragon chair, stared, "rebel! Rebel! I'm not dead!"

"I don't mind killing you now to make it happen." Wen Yanqing looked at him with a smile.

In a word, success silenced Chengde emperor.

In the Jinluan hall, the quiet needle dropping can be heard. Outside, the sky is dense with dark clouds and heavy snow.

Wen Yanqing bowed his head and stroked the purse around his waist. "Cheng De, the favorite imperial concubine of the emperor, and Mu Guifei, the mother of the six princes, felt ashamed of the emperor and died voluntarily because of self blame."

The ministers were in an uproar, but none of them dared to refute Wen Yanqing's words.

He can directly kill the six princes in front of so many people. It can be seen that the power in his hand has long been unshakable.

Everyone could only listen quietly and could not figure out what Wen Yanqing was going to do. In fact, he had always been loyal to the emperor and had never accepted the olive branches handed over by the other princes.

So no one knows which one he is going to play now.

Wen Yanqing looked at the sky outside and had no patience.

"That's it. His highness Heng has made great contributions to killing the rebels. He is also the Queen's legitimate son. He is kind-hearted. With the support of his courtiers, he is regarded as the new emperor and ascends the throne today."