"Take!" Jun Moxi closed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "If you can win the technique of the mechanism, all the crises in my Hanyang will be solved, even if you can't get it...... The people of this ink pavilion cannot be left, and it will be a great disaster for us to be taken away by any country. ”

"Yes, the existence of the ink pavilion is an outlier, does the master want his subordinates to fight for it?" Ying Yi raised his head slightly and looked at Jun Moxi and asked.

"Nope." Jun Mo didn't hesitate to raise his hand to stop it, looked at Ying Yi fixedly, and said, "The Lonely King wants to go in person." ”

"What?" Ying Yi was slightly shocked in his heart, frowned and looked at Jun Moxi and said, "Master, if you go in person, who will take care of this Hanyang matter, and how can the ministers of the court and the central government agree?" ”

"It will be taken care of by His Royal Highness, assisted by the Grand Master and Gongsun Xiangye, which is enough." Jun Mo didn't hesitate to bend his lips and looked at Ying Yi with a smile and said, "But again, I have to bother the shadow guard to go out and stage an earth-shattering assassination, so that the lonely king is bedridden and unable to go to court." ”

The corners of ...... Yingyi's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know how to answer for an instant.

"As for the time of this assassination...... Jun Mo leaned back lazily, and said lightly: "Let's do it three days later when King Gu sends the imperial uncle to the imperial tomb." ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Ying Yi's heart moved slightly, and his eyes lowered.

On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, Jun Qiannan was finally sent to the imperial mausoleum, bearing the infamy of a lifetime, Jun Qiannan will spurn his murder of relatives and seize the throne in the future, and scold his demon star for the world, no one will remember the little contribution he has made to Hanyang.

Jun Mo Xi personally sent Jun Qiannan to the imperial tomb to be buried alive, in order to express his heart-wrenching feelings, his own uncle, but he did not expect to hold such a mind with Hanyang, the people of Hanyang all sighed that Jun did not regret the mercy in his heart, and such a person was allowed to die with the surname Jun.

At such a moment, everyone forgot how ruthless Jun Moxi was when dealing with Jun Xiruo, and the truth that things must be reversed Jun Moxi couldn't understand what he already understood, not because she was soft-hearted, but because she wanted to establish a reputation for herself, she couldn't be willful.

On the way to the imperial tomb, Jun Moxi sat calmly in the sedan chair, slightly closed his eyes and looked stable, behind Jun Moxi, a prisoner car far away, on the prisoner car Jun Qiannan stood in the prisoner car with an unkempt face and covered in mud, showing that his cheeks were emaciated.

That dull gaze, where is there still a little bit of the majesty of the imperial uncle as a courtier, the onlookers in the past carried baskets and smashed the rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs behind Jun Qiannan, and the sound of insults in the sky almost drowned him.

When he arrived at the Imperial Tomb, it was already in the afternoon, Jun Qiannan was dragged into the Imperial Tomb with heavy iron chains, the deep pit, the huge ravine made people look frightened.

There is a deep pit where the king is buried, and Jun Qiannan is abolished because of his different identities, but the blood on his body is the Jun family, and his burial place is in an independent mausoleum.

Jun Qiannan looked at the two-meter-long hole, and trembled fiercely in his heart, these few months have been like years for Jun Qiannan, he never thought that he could fall to such a point, and he thought that this time it would be the same as before, even if he was in prison, he could still be released.

But this is just Jun Qiannan's imagination, until the arrival of the death penalty today, looking at the deep pit that is about to bury himself, Jun Qiannan felt his fear of death, and slightly turned his head to look at the woman who stood on the high platform and looked at him sarcastically.

Jun Qiannan felt the biting coldness in his back for the first time, he was such a woman who was less than an adult, but he ruined his life's hard work, and in an instant, he fell from a high-ranking minister to a traitor who everyone shouted and beaten.

Now that I think about it, in fact, from the beginning, Jun Moxi once grasped all his weaknesses and habits, and he himself was full of thinking that Jun Moxi couldn't pose a threat to himself with a wool doll, so he retreated again and again, and when he reacted, he found that his claws had been smoothed out.

And the man he thought was a stuffy doll, but he suddenly turned into a giant, so that he was slapped into hell without even a little room for resistance, what a good calculation, there is nothing wrong with the calculation.

From Jun Xinyu to Qin Muyu to Jun Xiruo to himself, who person was not completely defeated from the beginning?

"Haha......" Jun Qiannan stared at Jun Mo and laughed, the piercing laughter echoed in this imperial mausoleum.

Jun Qiannan was tied by the guards and pushed into the pit, Jun Qiannan did not struggle, the gaze that stared at Jun Mo Xi did not move for half a minute, Jun Mo Xi was not afraid of Jun Qiannan at all, smiled at him, and finally moved his lips slightly and spit out a few words.

Jun Qiannan, he recognized Jun Moxi's mouth shape.

Uncle Huang, let's go.

Jun Qiannan's heart suddenly froze, and an indescribable unwillingness poured out of his heart, and suddenly Jun Qiannan began to struggle violently, just died, he was so unwilling!

More and more dirt covered his body, and finally buried his mouth and nose, his eyes, his head, and all the sounds in his ears were blocked, Jun Qiannan felt the weakness of his breathing, the feeling of dizziness came, and the world returned to darkness.

"Your Majesty, all right." Jun Mo Xi looked up at the buried Jun Qiannan, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

didn't see Jun Qian being buried with her own eyes, she was not at ease.

"Go back to the palace." Jun Mo Xi turned around indifferently and walked towards the outside of the imperial mausoleum, on the way back to the palace, Jun Mo Xi Xi still sat with his eyes closed, Shang Zi drove a horse with Jun Mo Xi by the side of the frame, frowning slightly and looking at the darker and darker sky, feeling a little uneasy.

Shang Zi's thought had just turned around in his head, and suddenly he heard a sound of breaking the air in his ears, Shang Zi's expression suddenly turned cold, and the long sword in his hand swung out quickly, blocking a dart that shot at Jun Moxi.

"Protect Your Majesty! There are assassins! Shang Zi's expression changed suddenly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, heading towards the black-clothed man who flew over.

Countless black-clothed people emerged from all directions, counting about twenty people, those black-clothed people were strong in martial arts and ruthless, and the guards who came out of the palace to accompany them could hardly withstand their siege and killing, and the bright red blood stained the land red.

Jun Moxi seemed to be shocked, and was stunned for a long time before he suddenly pulled out the long sword hanging on the frame and stood vigilantly in place.