Zhan Shichun took Qin Tianjian and his disciples and grandchildren, bathed in incense, opened the altar, sat on the stargazing platform of Qin Tianjian for a day and a night, and finally calculated the auspicious day for the construction of the Soul Calling Platform: June 6. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

That's right, it's the sixth day of the sixth month of June, the day of Halloween.

Qin Tianjian's people felt the same as eating an unknown bug, in addition to nausea, there was also panic.

June 6 is the day of the festival for the ghosts of the dead, such a day, breaking ground, is it really not afraid of attracting some evil?

Other courtiers can come and say a word without saying a word, but don't they rely on the words of ghosts and gods to eat?

The Manchu Dynasty's civil and military performance flew like snowflakes to Xiao Shaoyun's desk.

"Your Majesty, June 6 is the folk Halloween Festival, which has always been a taboo, no matter what, it is not appropriate to break ground!"

This is a supporter of the conjuring led by the Ministry of Works.

"Your Majesty, Qin Tianjian is confusing the people with his demons, and the Soul Conjuring Platform is a waste of money and labor, so it can't be built!"

This is the opposition led by Song Wenru.

Don't say it's June 6, it's an auspicious day, that's not good!

No matter what the emperor says, this spiritualist platform must not be built!

The court was quickly divided into three camps, on one side was the Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Industry, who wanted to build a soul conjuring platform, on the other hand, the prime minister, plus the military department, and the old nobles headed by the Weibei Houzhen Guogong, who were resolutely opposed, and the rest stood in the middle and waited for the changes.

Xiao Shaoyun sat on the dragon chair, looking at the ministers below who were in a hurry, and seemed to be back to the time when Cheng Huan died in a trance.

It was also like this that the Manchu civil and military forces were forced to each other, but at that time, they were united.

But no matter what, they are all fighting against him, against him, the emperor of the Ninety-Five!

The emperor's heavy gaze swept over the faces that seemed to be full of loyalty and concern for the country and the people, and lightly threw out a sentence: "Whoever opposes it, pull it down, and the rod will be punished with thirty, and those who are neutral will be punished with twenty rods!"

"Your Majesty!"

Song Wenru shouted in disbelief.

"I've said all the good and bad things...... Since you can't recognize who the Son of Heaven is, then I will let you see who this world is!"

In the last sentence, Xiao Shaoyun almost roared, and his fierce gaze swept over every corner of the Taiji Palace!

"If you still don't repent after the rod is reprimanded, you will be killed with the rod!"

The hall that was arguing just now suddenly became busy, and a large number of guards in front of the palace poured in, Song Wenru, Wei Beihou, Zhen Guogong, and all the important ministers of the court who opposed it were all restrained, and all the neutral people ran to the side of the Ministry of Industry, and even among the people who were originally opposed, many of them ran out directly!

The people of the three factions immediately became two factions, and on the side led by Song Wenru, there were obviously more than half of the people.

Song Wenru's official hat and uniform were torn crookedly, her gray hair fell unkemptly, and the most capable prime minister of Daqi instantly withered.

Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die!

He obviously taught a wise and accepting emperor, how could he become such a tyrannical king who used the court staff when he disagreed?

In the hundred years of Great Qi, the emperor used the court staff on his courtiers only a handful of times, and the court staff in the last game was just three months ago!

It's all because of Empress Hyowon, it's all because of that woman!

The heavy wooden staff fell on the flesh, the muffled sounds and screams in front of the Taiji Hall came and went, the flesh and blood flew up, and the blood meandered down the patterns on the white jade steps, and the Taiji Hall was born in a Shura field in the previous life!

Song Wenru lay on the ground, ignoring the blurred pain in his body, grabbed the ground with his head, and cried incessantly.

"Demons descend from the sky, woe me Daqi, woe me Daqi!"

Xiao Shaoyun stood outside the gate of the Taiji Palace, watching the ministers who were crying in pain prostrate at his feet, and the anger in his heart did not decrease but increased.

This is his world, whoever he wants to live, he will live, and whoever he wants to die, he will die!

At this time, there was a royal historian who was receiving the court staff and shouted: "The heavens have descended Daji Yuxi and the like, it is for the emperor to be unkind, the emperor, do you really want to be that Xia Ji Shangxuan?

The demon girl is a disaster for the country, and it is not a pity to die!

These eight words were like a scoop of hot oil poured on Xiao Shaoyun's heart, burning his last sanity, and the tyrannical spirit could no longer be restrained!

Once, this group of people forced Cheng Huan to death under such an excuse, but now that she is dead, she also said that she is a demon girl and a disaster to the country!

"Shoot with a cane, kill with a cane!"

He roared, and his handsome face was like a hellish Shura at this time!

The official smiled sadly: "The old minister is loyal to the country, why not be afraid of death!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for the fast and urgent staff to fall down again, but he suddenly struggled, his head was raised high, and he hit the hard white jade stone heavily, and immediately shattered most of the skull, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and there was no sound in an instant!

"Death, you will all threaten me with death, right?" Xiao Shaoyun's eyes almost turned blood-red, and the bloody river in his previous life was reflected in his eyes again: "Since you all want to die so much, and you are so afraid of death, okay, then give me death!"

"Yushitai Wangdu, curse the king, commit the following crimes, crush the bones and scatter ashes, and punish the nine clans!"

Zhu Jiu Clan!

Song Wenru raised his head with difficulty, looked at the almost crazy emperor, and completely fainted.

"On the sixth day of the sixth month of the fourth year of Xihe, Empress Xiaoyuan died less than 100 days ago, and the spirits were raised. The conjuring platform, ten zhang square, one hundred zhang high, the manpower in the world is difficult to do, the nine clans of Xi and the emperor and the ministers are blood sacrifices, and 100,000 people are recruited, and the chaos begins. ”

In the "Qi Shuzhi", it is recorded.

"It's messy, this world is going to be messy......"

Song Wenru was lying on the soft couch, his eyes were scattered, and he muttered to himself.

Song Changqing stood aside with the medicine bowl and was speechless for a long time.

Throughout the past dynasties, apart from the faint monarch who died in the country, which emperor could punish the nine clans of his courtiers in order to build a high platform?

"How is Wang Du's family......

Song Wenru's voice was hoarse and she could barely speak.

"Zhu Jiu Clan...... Naturally, none of them were spared, and Wang Du's grandson who had just completed the moon was also ......"

Song Changqing couldn't say any more.

At the end of the previous life, the minister's family that was wiped out, which family would not even let go of the newborn baby?

It was simply a bloody catastrophe that wiped out the world, involving a wide range of people, and the powerful people in the capital were ten rooms and nine empty, and the blood was soaring to the sky.

And Wang Du's punishment of the Nine Clans, compared with that catastrophe, it was only a small beginning, so Song Changqing was still relatively calm compared to others.

It's just that I don't know if after Xiao Shaoyun went crazy in the previous life, did Daqi lose the country? All the pillars of the court died, and the five sons and three daughters born to Xiao Shaoyun and Empress Xiaoyuan also died.

He didn't know the ending of his previous life, but the consequences of this life were clearly visible.

The young and strong laborers of Daqi have all come to repair the Soul Conjuring Platform, so once the war breaks out at the border pass, who will go to the battlefield? Regardless of class, the draft, the recruitment of people, and the prosperity accumulated in the past hundred years of Daqi, at what rate will it be consumed?

"Father, that person is already crazy, you can resign now, okay, our Song family can keep the family safe. Song Changqing persuaded.

The prime minister of the dying Great Qi suddenly stood up and rebuked angrily: "Nonsense! )