Chapter 1110

Ling Shian's eyes wandered on a group of ministers, and finally fell on Zhen Yongtang. Zhen Yongtang did not kneel as close to his face as other ministers, but knelt straightly. A thin and old face was facing this way, too far away. There was still rain in the middle. Ling Shian could not see Zhen Yongtang's expression, but he could obviously feel that Zhen Yongtang's provocation and ridicule suddenly occurred to him that July 7 was the auspicious day chosen by Zhen Yongtang!

Ling Shian is furious, so he wants to go down to Zhen Yongtang, but he must be the grand ceremony. He has already died. If there is any more blood, it is afraid that the grand ceremony will be difficult to go on. At present, Ling Shian has to bite his teeth and hold back. He takes a deep breath and slowly spits it out, inserts the sword back into the scabbard, and turns around Body, walk quickly to Zhong Mingzheng, then deep voice way: "long live! All the civil and military officials have gathered, and the ceremony can start immediately! "

Zhong Mingzheng's face was already dark, as if he didn't hear Ling Shian's voice. He looked straight at the pouring rain outside, his chest heaved violently, obviously what he was enduring.

"Right phase..." Seeing that Zhong Mingzheng didn't respond, Ling Shian turned to Zhao Changrong, who knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move, and winked at him to let him out.

Zhao Changrong was just shocked by the sudden rainstorm and the bloody scene. At this time, he had already reflected. He looked at the holy edict which fell on the ground and was still stained with blood and water, but he could not help it. Now he was too busy to climb on his knees, reached out and picked up the holy edict, held it in both hands, and then said to the civil and military officials under him: "at the beginning of July 34, Jiasheng 7、 The emperor's minister, dare to use Xuan Mu to announce the heaven and the earth God...... "

"Long live!" Ling Shian looks at Zhong Mingzheng and walks out without saying a word, holding the sharp sword just pulled out of his waist. Ling Shian says in a low voice, "long live, don't......"

Ling Shian didn't say any more. He knew that he couldn't persuade Zhong Mingzheng, so he had to bow to Zhong Mingzheng and step into the heavy rain again.

“…… If you are not close to Thailand, you will not be able to use it again and again. If you are not close to the Tao, you will be able to transport it to Si Fu... " Zhao Changrong is still reading according to the imperial edict. Just reading, he looks at a figure passing by. He is shocked and looks up. He sees Zhong Mingzheng walking down step by step with a sharp sword in his hand. Zhao Changrong can't see the sharp sword flowing towards the ground. He also looks at the face like Zhong Mingzheng's axe and chisel, washed by the rain. Suddenly, his heart is a sound of "clucking", both hands With a shake, the edict fell to the ground again.

Zhong Mingzheng seems to have heard the movement behind him. He stops, turns slowly, looks at the holy edict which is almost indistinguishable from the handwriting soaked in the rain. After a pause, his eyes move to Zhao Changrong's trembling and white face. He looks at Zhao Changrong and says lightly: "keep reading."

"Yes! I will do it! " Zhao Changrong is busy knocking on his head. His whole face is soaked in the cold rain. Zhao Changrong feels suffocated. He thinks about the eyes Zhong Mingzheng just saw. He only thinks that one heart is going to break and come out. He has spent most of his life in the officialdom. He has never experienced such a frightening experience before. Ming That's his nephew. That's his uncle.