Chapter 209: Pilgrimage (5)
"Nope! No! No! The Hanlin medical officer lay on the ground with his hands, leaned down and bowed, kowtowing to Murong Qian again and again, "The lower officials are soft-spoken, they really can't bear such a heavy responsibility, Feng, Feng...... There must be a suitable candidate, please consider it! ”
"Consider? It's really a good time to think about it! Murong snorted coldly, "You said that Lone imprisoned you in Dali Temple?" Still is...... What about summary executions? ”
The Hanlin medical officer trembled his body, and begged for mercy with a crying voice: "Lord of the country, Wei Chen does not dare to resist the will and disrespect, Wei Chen does not intend to contradict the lord of the country, nor does he intend to ......" His gaze swept to the face of the light dust, and a dense cold sweat unconsciously appeared on his back. He knew that there would be such a day, since he promised Feng Yansi to let Hun Qingchen die twice, he knew that Murong Qian would kill him sooner or later. However, he had a glimmer of hope, after all, his medical skills were the best in the Southern Tang Dynasty, after all, it was he who saved Xun Qingchen and Li Zhongyu, he has been lucky, he has been lucky for so many years, and he still can't escape after all!
"There is really an old and young Weichen who has no choice, this qiē is not about Weichen, not about Weichen! It's the master, it's the master, he ......" The voice of the Hanlin medical officer became weaker and weaker, and he didn't dare to raise his head, but only knocked on the ground vigorously, "Please be merciful!" Ask the Lord of the Kingdom to be gracious! ”
"Nonsense!" Feng Yansi realized that something was wrong, got up and staggered a few steps, stopped crying, and bowed down in front of Murong Qian, "Lord of the country, the Hanlin medical officer has made the rebellion disrespectful, his words and deeds are immoral, and he disturbs the holy hearing, such a traitorous villain should be executed on the spot!" ”
"Lord Feng, you can't do this to me, you, you ......"
"Enough!" Murong Qian shouted angrily, looking at the two masters and apprentices on the skirt, but the afterglow was pierced in the face of the hundred officials, "You are full of people in the country, society, and the people, but you are given a chance but you can't postpone it one by one, no matter what kind of hardships you have, the lonely Southern Tang will never tolerate disloyal ministers!" ”
Murong Qian's pupils focused on his light, accentuated his tone, and said word by word: "Disloyal ministers, kill, no forgiveness!" ”
"Wechen is guilty! Wechen is guilty! ”
Xun Qingchen looked at the two crying people, and finally couldn't bear it, with a touch of decency on his lips, he comforted softly: "Lord of the country, after all, today is the full moon of the prince, avoid seeing blood, it is better to detain it to Dali Temple first......"
"Thank you Niangniang! Thank you for your kindness! ”
"Oh, yes! You can't let the blood of traitors stain this new life. Murong Qian looked around Chengxin Hall, staring at the white silk-like color, and his thin lips hooked up a sneer, "This curtain is very good, how about giving it to you?" ”
Hun Qingchen's ten fingers tightened, Li Yu, he wants to kill chickens and monkeys after all!
Feng Yansi's forehead hit the hard gold brick, and it echoed with a bang, oozing blood: "The lord of the country spares his life!" The lord of the kingdom spares his life! ”
Murong raised his hand, and the guards dragged the two out of their minds. Murong Qian ignored the whimpering sound that tugged in the night, and step by step, he ascended to the throne; Step by step, firmly tell the world that solitude is the master of a country!
The body of the hundred officials overturned with the golden color, and he respectfully congratulated: "Long live the lord of the country, long live, long live!" ”
Looking at the blood stains remaining on the dazzling gold bricks from afar, it was dull and gloomy, it was a poppy that had failed.
Under the dragon robe, Murong Qian's hand quietly came over, it was no longer as warm as before, only the biting cold, a little trembling, trembling, and maybe yes, he couldn't help but be excited.
Hu Qingchen held him instead, half warmed, and passed the evil obstacles of his royal power