Duan Qilin's eyes were slightly red, and he slowly knelt down, but he never wept.

For Duan Xingzhi, his feelings are quite complicated.

is obviously his own father, but because the two rarely get along, the grief and anger in his heart have never reached the point where he can cry.

The palace maids in the dormitory all knelt down in panic.

Of the people still standing, only the old man in the gray robe with the sword remains.

He is the deputy palace master of the Breaking Army Academy, and his sword cultivation is the second only palace master of the Breaking Army, and the sword technique of breaking the army has long been cultivated to the peak of perfection. Martial arts cultivation has also reached the late stage of true martial arts.

Although Duan Qilin's martial arts cultivation is not weak, his age is here, and there are still many people in the rivers and lakes who can kill him after all. He is reasoned by Shu, and there is no reason why the Broken Military Academy Palace should not send a strong person to protect him.

Duan Qilin is too important to Shuzhong and Dali. He carries too many expectations on him.

If it weren't for the fact that the palace master of the Broken Army would still stay in Shu to deter Xie Lisan, maybe he would personally escort Duan Qilin into the matter.

Dali and these people didn't dare to compete with Duan Qilin for the throne on the surface, but if Duan Qilin dared to go into the matter alone, there was a chance that he would not be able to escape the result of being assassinated.

Only peerless powerhouses like the late stage of Zhenwu can cut off those people's minds.

"Preparing for a State Funeral ......"

After being silent for a long time, Duan Qilin suddenly spoke. Then he got up and walked outside.

The concubines could hear the crying in the house, and they knelt outside the house trembling and frightened.

Seeing Duan Qilin's pair of cyan boots inlaid with gold silk auspicious clouds, they didn't dare to look up.

didn't think about it, but Duan Qilin said coldly, "Father and Emperor are weak, you are all at fault." Let's give my father a funeral! ”

Several concubines were all turned pale in an instant.

They knew that they didn't have any foundation to covet Dali's power, and they also felt that they were very honest, but they never thought that Duan Qilin would still want to kill them.

Could it be that a few of them are weak women, so in the eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, whom he has never met?

However, at this time, no one dared to question Duan Qilin directly.

These concubines just cried and begged Duan Qilin to spare their lives. If you dare to question, there is really no possibility of survival.

Even, there is a concubine who looks up, the pear blossoms bring rain, and the red lips bite lightly.

There is no need to speculate on the meaning in that look.

In these years, it is not strange to inherit the position of father and brother and leave the concubine of father or brother in the palace to continue to be concubines.

Although they are serving Duan Xingzhi, there are two of them who are not as old as Duan Qilin, and they only entered the palace in these two years, and they are favored by Duan Xingzhi because of their natural beauty, and they have great confidence in their appearance. If they are willing to take the bed to Chenghuan, maybe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will continue to keep them.

But unfortunately, Duan Qilin's expression did not move at all, but instead showed a more gloomy light in his eyes.

He snorted softly, and stepped out of the threshold.

The gray-robed deputy palace master of the broken army, who had always followed him silently, quietly drew his sword, and with a sword streamer, several noble concubines had bloodshot throats, and their expressions suddenly stopped, and then fell to the ground.

Duan Qilin didn't look back, but he seemed to know what was going on behind him, and just said to the eunuchs who knelt down in the courtyard outside: "Several noble concubines followed the emperor and buried them in the imperial mausoleum with the emperor. ”

Then he walked to the courtyard under the tree and stood still, and said no more.

Even if Yu Linglong is as stunning, he can still give it to Zhao? M, what are these concubines?

Of course, the main reason why Duan Qilin killed them was naturally not because he didn't look down on them.

These concubines may all be powerless women, childless, and hopeless for imperial power. However, the families behind them may not be truly honest.

Duan Qilin, this is the family of those relatives who killed them to suppress them.

He's showing off his confidence.

If you dare to have any different intentions, try it. I, Duan Qilin, can kill the noble concubines of your clan, and in the same way, I can also wipe out your entire clan.

On this day, the capital of Dali seems to be calm, but secretly I am afraid that it is the clouds and tides that do not know how.

Those relatives and bigwigs were afraid in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to tear Duan Qilin apart directly.

But in the end, no one dared to touch Duan Qilin's brows.

The forbidden troops in the national capital and the palace are not decorations. Whoever dares to make a move, these forbidden troops will inevitably be able to run to their mansion immediately and go on a killing spree.

The news of Duan Xingzhi's death spread, which made the already gloomy Dali capital even more sad.

Duan Xingzhi has been in power for many years, although he has not been able to expand the territory, but there is no big mistake. The people in China are still living quite safely, and they are really sad about his death.

Not long after the news of his death spread, rumors spread among the people. The former emperor originally had an heir, but now he has rushed back from other places to the palace, ready to ascend the throne.

These rumors were naturally deliberately spread by Duan Qilin.

The people in the court knew about his existence, but the people did not. Only in this way will he not appear abrupt when he ascends the throne.

This is probably why he did not ascend the throne immediately.

If the people knew about his existence, he could have summoned all the ministers at the moment of Duan Xingzhi's death to discuss the matter of ascending the throne.

It can't be said to be a discussion, and probably no one dares to have any objections. Duan Qilin still has this confidence.

Not long afterward, Duan Qilin really appeared in front of the civil and military officials as the prince of Dali. He personally organized Duan Xingzhi's funeral.

Duan Xingzhi was called the Emperor of Pingzong Sacred Filial Piety.

When Duan Xingzhi's name was read, Duan Qilin also officially received the jade seal symbolizing imperial power from the father-in-law of the chief administrator of Ouchi.

On the square in front, all the civil and military forces of the Dali Dynasty knelt down.

The military power is in hand, and Duan Qilin's ascension to the throne is a foregone conclusion. At this moment, they are afraid that just thinking about how to continue to maintain their status is enough to give them a headache, and it is impossible to seize power.

Only a few days passed.

The territory of the capital of Dali is covered with snow, just like the scene when Li Wangyuan was buried in the Western Xia.

Duan Xingzhi put on a blank coat and led hundreds of civil and military officials to send Duan Xingzhi's coffin into the imperial mausoleum. The few noble concubines who were martyred were not cared for.

With their deaths, everyone can see that Duan Qilin is trying to deter his relatives, and if he goes to attack at this time, he will bring about his own destruction.

At this time, the news of Duan Xingzhi's death had naturally spread to the Great Song Dynasty, Western Xia, Yuan Dynasty and other countries.

Such news couldn't be concealed at all, and besides, Duan Qilin didn't have any intention of hiding it at all.

Inside the city of Changsha.

At this time, it has not yet snowed in Changsha, but the coolness is very seeping.

The coldness of the south is different from that of the north, just as the silence of the southern language is infiltrated, and so is the coldness. It can always be soaked directly into the bones.

It's just that Zhao Dongting's imperial study is warm and moving.

When the palace was first established, although the economy was limited, there were still several earth dragons laid under the palace. In this cold season, there are countless charcoal piled up in the earth dragon, although it cannot make the palace everywhere like a warm spring, but the imperial study, the queen mother's bedroom and those important yamen, absolutely do not feel the coolness.

At this moment, Zhao Dongting sat cross-legged on the bed in the imperial study. On the bookcase in front of him, as always, there were stacks of folds and secret letters.

Although he delegated great power to the Ministry of State, these twists and turns would still be sent here for him to see. Whether to see it or not is his own business.

For these twists and turns, Zhao Dongting has seen some of them, and some of them have really not been watched. But those secret letters have never been missed.

He has roughly set the direction of the development of the whole country, and with Lu Xiufu and others to worry about, he doesn't need to worry too much. His main focus now is on fighting foreign enemies.

In this way, these secret letters are more important to him than the recitals.

picked up a secret letter on the table and opened it, Zhao Dongting had just swept it, his expression was slightly stunned, and he whispered to himself, "Duan Xingzhi is dead?" ”

When these words were spoken, Le Chan next to him couldn't help but look towards the secret letter in his hand.

Duan Xingzhi is the monarch of Dali in the end, and his death is by no means a trivial matter for this war-torn world.

The king of a country is enough to influence the direction of a dynasty.

"Duan Qilin ......"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Dongting's face showed an inexplicable look on his face.

The secret letter said that His Royal Highness the Prince of Dali entered the government from Shuzhong, took over the jade seal of the country, and it was a foregone conclusion that he would ascend the throne.

Duan Qilin, Zhao Dongting has never seen or heard of it. But at this moment, his identity can undoubtedly be guessed.

The corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a slight smile, and Zhao Dongting muttered to himself again, "Duan Qilin...... You're finally willing to come to the fore......"