Everyone in the world knows that the former emperor and prime minister wanted to blackmail the young master, control the government, and try to usurp the throne, which is a traitor.

If a meteorite is rained down today, the sentence "The emperor does not pass on the first, the emperor replaces him" is still left on the meteorite, what does this imply?

This is implying that the emperor is unwilling, and now he is making a comeback to take revenge on all beings.

It's just that, but Wei Ci's birthday is exactly the same as the late prime minister, not the slightest.

Such a coincidence, who can not doubt it?

Ancient people were superstitious, and they liked to use myths to explain things they couldn't understand.

They don't know what the world is like outside the earth, so they imagine the "heavenly palace" and the omnipotent "immortals".

The meteorite is the treasure that the gods dropped from the Heavenly Palace, and the words on it are naturally left by the gods.

Heaven warns, suggesting that Wei Ci is the reincarnation of the traitorous prime minister of the previous dynasty.

In the future, this person will lean into power, seek to usurp the throne, and threaten the country!

If there is a different emperor, Wei Ci will definitely die, and his family will have to shed blood to be buried. For the emperor, whoever dares to covet the fate of the dragon chair, let alone a courtier who is on the rise, even if it is his father, mother, wife and children, whoever dares to reach out will kill whom.

Emperors since ancient times, whether they are wise, ordinary or mediocre, they are full of common characteristics in their bones -

Suspicious!

No emperor can tolerate others coveting his or her throne and power.

At that time, there were snowflakes pouring into the palace every day, piling up His Majesty's dragon cases.

Up and down the government and the opposition, the shock was restless.

The tremendous pressure overwhelmed Wei Ci, and he even thought about self-determination to protect his innocence.

However, what made Wei Ci laugh miserably was that his mansion was full of henchmen and guards sent by His Majesty. His every move was under the noses of these people, and even when he went to the toilet, there were several people guarding outside. Call every once in a while, and if you don't answer, you will break in.

[The government and the opposition are full of opposition, and Your Majesty should not insist on going his own way...... Please also Your Majesty...... Freedom ...... Return]

Wei Ci didn't think about plotting to usurp the throne, but everyone unanimously agreed that he would do it in the future, so he wanted to nip the hidden danger in the bud.

He couldn't stand the pressure exerted by the outside world.

Rather than let His Majesty order him to commit suicide, it is better to let his own mind decide his own life and death.

Wei Ci couldn't decide when he was born, so he could decide when he died.

The little request was ruthlessly denied -

His Majesty looked at him coldly, and only said two words after a while.

[Waiting-]

After waiting for a while, Wei Ci avoided several assassinations, and Jiang Chao ushered in the first purge.

The meteorite from the sky is fake, and the words on it are also fake, and this incident is simply a plot by someone with a heart to murder Zhongliang.

Murdering Zhongliang may not lead to death, but under the pretense of heaven's order, the sin is unforgivable and implicates the whole family.

His Majesty found out a few involved forces, confiscated the family property, and demoted them to commoners.

Whether it is Wei Ci or His Majesty, it is very clear that the few families she confiscated are just abandoned children thrown by others and used to vent her anger.

Since the meteorite falling from the sky is fake, then the instructions above are naturally also fake.

Wei Ci washed away the stigma on his body, and the death penalty could be avoided, the living crime could not be escaped, and he was punished and demoted.

After this time, Wei Ci slowly faded out of the center of power, and took the initiative to ask for a position similar to pension, no longer touching real power.

Although it was a game, the meteorite incident from the sky still left a deep psychological shadow on him.

It had been forgotten slowly, but the curses of the Ulliba reminded him of the past.

Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the top, pursed her lips and said disdainfully, "If the curse is so effective, will you still become a prisoner?"

She mocked unceremoniously, and the expression of the vullibal was no longer readable.

Jiang Pengji mended the knife, "Where do you still need to lead the troops to fight, and build an altar in front of the two armies, isn't it more vicious than who speaks?"

Everyone in the tent couldn't help but laugh, but a few people swept their eyes over Wei Ci and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the lord is suspicious, the first person to suffer is Wei Ci.

Now that I see it, the lord is open-minded and not afraid of pulling out his efforts to sow discord.

"Although you and I are enemies, I also respect you as a man, so I will not humiliate you. Jiang Pengji sighed rather boredly, got up from the seat, casually pulled out a gorgeously shaped scimitar from his waist, and threw it in front of Wu Liba, "You can finish it yourself." ”

How can it be glorious to die at the hands of the enemy?

Preserve the last vestiges of dignity.

Wu Liba was overwhelmed by Jiang Pengji's reaction, and stared at her with complicated eyes.

"Really?"

"Nature is true. Jiang Pengji said, "But your corpse, I can't promise not to do anything." ”

Wu Liba's eyes changed, and his eyes showed a bit of desolation and helplessness.

"The sky is going to die in my northern frontier - but Liu Xi - don't be too complacent, sooner or later you will follow in the footsteps of the old man. ”

Wu Li pulled out the words and said one word at a time, shook his shoulders, broke free from the shackles of the soldiers on the left and right, and picked up the scimitar on the ground.

"The king—the old minister will go first—"

With that, Wu Liba grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand, which could still move, and pulled it out tremblingly, his eyes already full of tears.

Out of nowhere, he stabbed the blade of the scimitar into his left ribcage and plunged straight into the leaping atrium.

His eyes were bulging, and his frozen expression was hideous and fierce, as if a thousand words had not yet been spoken.

After a while, he reluctantly swallowed his last breath, and his strong body slammed forward, making a dull movement.

"Drag it down, wait for the weather to clear, and hang it in front of the camp. Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes coldly, looking at the corpse at her feet, without a trace of emotion, "Wait for the flood to recede, integrate the three armies, clear the northern tribes along the river, and pursue the remnants of the northern Xinjiang——"

"Yes. ”

Everyone retreated, and the expressions of Feng Zhen and the others looked a little solemn.

It's a good thing that he is dead, but it's also irritating that he doesn't hold back his mouth.

Seeing that the corpse of Vulabal was hanging outside the camp, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Toyojin complained, "...... Death is death, death will cause chaos for people......"

The official said, "The lord is not very human, she knows it very well in her heart. As long as you don't overdo it, you'll be fine. ”

Although Wu Liba is annoying, he pierced the layer of window paper in advance, and the lord will think more and do it more thoroughly.

Rather than being caught off guard later, it's better to think about it now.

Toyojin said, "I hope so—"

The terrible flood slowly receded, revealing a hellish scene on earth, and the corpses shuddered to watch.

Jiang Pengji ordered the soldiers to dispose of the corpses, and all the other living people were captured as prisoners, and the belongings of the various tribes were cleaned up by the way.

The scope of this flood was too wide, and the number of casualties was even more shocking, directly crippling all the large and small tribes along the river.

Of course, all this is far less devastating than the corpse being hung in the enemy camp by Wu Li.