The ministers' footsteps were suddenly stopped by the emperor, and they all stopped in place.

The emperor did not brush off Zhu Siming's kindness, he reached out and pressed the handkerchief on his wrist, turned his head and looked around at the shocked ministers, and the indifferent voice spread in the wind and whistled in every corner of the hall:

"Anyone who disturbs the spirit will be killed!"

Liang Guogong, who was standing at the front of the nobles, exchanged a look with Wei Beihou and understood each other.

Wei Beihou's heart was already frozen, to this point, not to mention that the emperor had cut a cut on his own wrist, even if the emperor couldn't think of committing suicide in front of them at this time, they would definitely not stop him.

You are the respect of the Ninety-Five, but you don't know how to respect yourself, who can do it.

Most of the remaining officials are also planning to stand by and advise the emperor a few words without pain, all of which are "take care of the dragon's body", and so on, anyway, whether they are worried about the people and the country, whether they are loyal to the emperor or not, the emperor is not visible at all, in this case, what else can be said?

But in this world, there are always people who retreat and some people move forward, and some people's blood is getting colder, but some people's hearts remain the same, just as they did at the beginning.

Just when the emperor had already turned around and signaled Zhan Shichun to continue the next ritual, at the end of the hundred officials, there was a sudden commotion, and a high-pitched and pathetic voice burst out, like a gust of wind, blowing away the bloody breath on the nose of the hundred officials:

"The emperor thinks twice! Empress Xiaoyuan has passed away, how can she come back from the dead? Even if she is resurrected, the soul conjuring platform has taken tens of thousands of lives, and now the emperor is using the blood and blood of the real dragon to sacrifice, so many white bones, waves of blood, is it a lonely soul or a powerful ghost?

Such a desperate shout passed through the ears of the courtiers and officials, ruthlessly tearing apart the true faces of all of them, making them feel extremely embarrassed at the same time - all this today, more than the pomp and circumstance of the Taimiao ancestor worship, is actually a complete farce!

The emperor looked back at the corner of the main hall, and the corners of the courtiers' vermilion and red robes parted to both sides like waves at low tide.

Everyone also looked back together, and what appeared in their sight was a young man with angry eyebrows, his face was angular, his thick eyebrows were raised, he was kneeling on the ground looking at the emperor with a red face, his chest was still rising and falling violently, the blue on his chest were rising and falling angrily on the cyan official uniform, and his black eyes were like that young man, exuding a stubborn and unyielding look.

Someone soon recognized it, it was just a new seven-grade minister from the Ministry of Industry, neither a minister nor an official.

In the face of such an impassioned and indignant courtier, the emperor did not frown, turned around, and coldly ordered:

"Drag it off. ”

Immediately, the Guards stepped forward and dragged the man down like a dead dog, and the sound of flesh and blood colliding on the stairs came along with the man's hoarse shout:

"It's not a pity for me Zhang Huaijin to die, I just hope that the emperor will think twice!

The platform is high, the stairs are heavy, and the deafening voice gradually disappears, but it still seems to linger in everyone's heart.

Zhang Huaijin, it turns out that this person's name is Zhang Huaijin, and everyone present today silently remembered this name in their hearts.

This is a young man who is not afraid of life and death, and is full of enthusiasm, but he will soon die.

Zhu Siming turned around with the emperor, his nose ached, but he couldn't show more sympathy for this person at this time.

Who hasn't had such a bloody time?

However, who can be like the person who shouted at this time, keep his original intention - knowing that speaking out at this time will be more than auspicious, but he can still be upright, thinking about the society and the country, and using his life to practice the dream of supporting the dynasty when he was young?

The increasingly mediocre emperor, the dark and chaotic dynasty, they can no longer have such courage.

Zhan Shichun calmly glanced at these ministers who had no heart, coldly took the dagger from the emperor's hand, and slashed it on his wrist, and a series of blood flowers also bloomed in the smoke of the purple gold incense burner.

"Your Majesty, it's time for the two mothers. Zhan Shichun bowed his head respectfully, and respectfully presented the dagger in the direction of the high platform.

The emperor looked at Wei Wan and An Zhulin standing in front of the high platform, and his expression became gentle:

"Don't be afraid, come on. ”

Wei Wan stepped forward calmly and took the dagger, and slashed it down without hesitation, but An Zhulin, who was standing behind her, trembled - the spirit conjuring, it was actually real, if Xu Chenghuan came back, what should she do?

What should she do!

Bai Chenghuan had already gotten out of the carriage, although she knew that the emperor led hundreds of officials up to the highest place, and it was impossible to come down for a while, but she still covered her face with a curtain fence and walked over slowly.

There are heavy guards under the conjuring platform, and although the people watching the excitement are crowded, they are all driven away from a hundred zhang, even if they are close, they are limited.

Before Bai Chenghuan walked into the crowd, suddenly there was a commotion from the crowd in front of him, and on the road that was isolated, a team of royal forest soldiers dragged a person through the dust quickly.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

"Look, the man is still an official...... Oh my God, it's the emperor who brought it up!"

"W-what the hell is this for?"

In the noisy voices, Bai Chenghuan only heard such a few low words.

Bai Chenghuan only glanced at the man, and immediately ordered to Qiu Yue behind him in a low voice:

"Go and tell Mr. Yuan, no matter what means you use, you must save the person just now and bring it back quietly!"

Qiu Yue went quickly, and Shao Hui asked quietly:

"What kind of person is that, why should the princess ......?"

"I don't know who it is. Bai Chenghuan looked up at the high platform far away in the clouds, and smiled coldly: "But I know that it is a person who is rejected by the emperor and wants to die, as long as it is such a person, then it is a usable person." ”

Shao Hui stopped making a sound - in fact, the idea of the princess, she usually had to be half a beat slower to understand, but she immediately understood this, the enemy of the enemy, isn't it a friend?

There was a lot of excitement under the conjuring platform, sometimes mixed with the scolding of the Imperial Forest Army, listening to it, it was just a boring bustle, and on the outer wall of the conjuring platform that was as white as jade, Bai Chenghuan swept it at a glance, as if he could see the thick blood.

Xiao Shaoyun...... He never understood that if her soul really wandered the world, and saw so many innocent deaths, she would not have the courage to be reborn.

An Zhulin trembled to the end, but he still dripped his own blood into the furnace, and at this point, the blood of the four people merged into one in the furnace.

Wei Wan and An Zhulin turned around and walked onto the high platform, sitting on the gorgeous golden throne respectively, the skirt of the palace dress was on the ground, and the gorgeous and noble atmosphere was permeated, the two of them were like phoenixes about to take off, but there must always be one person who is real and one person who is fake.