Qinghe only felt incredible: "There are not a few such villains in the world: killing the living like a wolf and a tiger, and talking about dead ghosts are as timid as a mouse." m.”

Zhuo Xing was not afraid of heaven and earth, glared at Qinghe angrily, and almost wanted to devour her alive: "Little goblin, open your mouth, and confuse the public with evil words!" Yin Li has been dead for a long time, how can people and ghosts have different paths, how can they appear in Shuyu Palace? ”

Qinghe looked at Zhuo Xing and was even more puzzled: "Such a handsome appearance, such an ugly heart, one person has both, it is incredible." ”

Thinking of this, he was even more disdainful: "With the heart of a small county king, how can you understand the heroes of the world? The traitors have not been eliminated, the people's anger has not disappeared, the gentleman's grace has not been reported, and Yin Shuai's heart has not been resolved, how can the thieves be allowed to go free from the law? ”

Zhuo Xingyin sneered on the side, eager to cut her with a thousand knives: "Since Yin Li thinks of Jun's grace, and the military talisman is related to the fortune of the country, he should personally hand it over to Junshang, how can he entrust you to be a goblin?" ”

Qinghe was speechless when asked, but Zhile laughed loudly on the side: "The masculinity of the king is like the sun." Ghosts are most afraid of yang energy, how dare they get close to them at will? Although the Qinghe girl is a weak woman, she is chivalrous and courageous, and she is naturally favored by Yin Shuai. ”

When Zhuo Xing heard this, he couldn't stop laughing: "King Le! Imagine! It's far-fetched! It's ridiculous! Where are the ghosts? Can you point me to it! ”

Qinghe smiled slightly, and pointed with his little hand: "Little county king, please look!" Yin Shuai's ghost sat in the middle of Xiangchen and Wen Qiang. ”

When Wen Qiang and Xiangchen heard this, they couldn't be calm anymore, they looked around, shocked and frightened, and their faces were full of anger. Zhuo Xing was furious, looked at King Jia, and signaled with his eyes, only hoping for a thunderous attack.

Zhuo Yun knew that the time had come, so he couldn't endure it anymore, and with jealousy and hatred in his eyes, he raced the sword: "Zhuo Xing!" Dust! Wen Qiang! Framing Zhongliang is beyond the outline! Come on, quickly throw yourself into Dayuan Mansion and judge according to the law! ”

Before the words fell, King Jia got up and broke off his drink, like a cracked silk: "Slow!" ”

King Jia finally made a difficulty, Zhuo Yun was expected, and he was not in a hurry: "Uncle Wang! Thou hast committed murder, and thy sin will not be forgiven! Is there anything else to say? ”

King Jia pointed at Qinghe, glared at Zhuo Yun angrily, and said in a fierce voice: "Your Majesty! The Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, who doesn't know, who doesn't know? This is a prostitute who charms the Lord, a spy who fornicates with Soochow! On the same day, for her, the king gave up thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and resolutely went out! Long Fan's speculative campers, those who violated the yin and yang, but because they were able to vote for the king's favor, they privately gave military talismans and brought disaster to the country and the people, and the king all left behind. Such a greedy woman doesn't love the country! Such a pampered traitor who does not distinguish between good and evil! Not worthy of being my Shu Jun at all! ”

The palace was full of ministers, and they were stunned and at a loss for what to do.

Zhuo Yun's face turned pale, and he said: "No one knows that you have coveted the position of Shu Jun for decades, but why don't you ask yourself?" If you are not worthy, are you worthy? ”

King Jia simply tore his face,

His eyes were like lightning: "In the past, in order to seize the throne, the king was even more unscrupulous, regardless of brotherly love, and assassinated His Highness the Fifteenth!" At that time, the old minister only had one son left in the ancestor and a thought of benevolence, so he helped you to the throne against his will. The world is unpredictable, the king ascends the throne, does not think about making achievements, does not know self-discipline, and abandons the government! Don't distinguish between loyalty and treachery, don't distinguish between black and white, and favor traitors! Now, why should the old minister respect you as a god? ”

As soon as this remark came out, it shocked the world and shocked the civil and military.

Zhuo Yun didn't laugh angrily: "Dignified King Jia, how can you be honest?" You said that the widow framed His Highness Fifteenth, what evidence do you have? ”

King Jia sneered: "The human witness is in the palace, and there is no room for the slightest refutation." Yanbi looked at Mantuo: "Your Royal Highness Princess, ten years ago, the king assassinated His Highness the Fifteenth, and the princess was on the spot, so you might as well tell the truth." ”

Mantuo was stunned when he heard this, sat up straight suddenly, and wanted to speak, but suddenly felt that his little hand was grabbed again. In extreme pain, he hurriedly raised his eyes, and saw Zhuo Mu's handsome face, full of determination; A pair of tiger eyes, scorching and pressing.

Mantuo looked at Zhuo Mu, instantly understood, and was in a hurry: "I have been working hard for decades, just hoping to help Zhuo Mu ascend to the throne, but he has no intention of being the king of Shu at all!" I only fought today, either the fish died, or the net broke, but I don't know if it was a big mistake but a special mistake! I have calculated a lot, but I can't calculate such a result: Zhuo Mu's heart is to Zhuo Yun, not to his father! I'd rather die than take the throne! ”

Thinking of the war together, Zhuo Mu will definitely protect each other desperately, Mantuo's heart can't help but be cold: the previous insistence collapsed in an instant; Ambition vanished.

Mantuo herself couldn't believe it, and the voice came from her throat: "Uncle Wang, what did you say?" The death of His Highness Fifteen? Isn't that what you like to see? What does it have to do with you? ”

King Jia never expected that at the last moment, Mantuo turned from a hard rock to a wall grass that fell with the wind, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Her Royal Highness the princess loves her brother very much, and has kept it secret for the king for ten years. Anyway, the matter has come to this, the king is not virtuous, and he repays virtue with resentment, and the old minister is no longer willing to cover up for you, so he can only judge impartially. ”

Zhuo Yun smiled slightly when he heard this, and looked at King Jia with interest: "How does Uncle Wang plan to judge impartially?" ”

King Jia's face was grim: "The king should not be the king, but the old minister recited the virtue of the emperor in the past, so he reluctantly helped the king to the throne." Now, since the king is not the king, only the minister is not the minister. The old minister can only take back the throne and return when the king regains his virtue and is worthy of the heavy responsibility. ”

Zhuo Yun laughed when he heard this: "It's ridiculous! Amusing! When the widow ascended to the throne, did he ever get the favor of Uncle Wang? Uncle Wang has already established himself as a king! What's more, the widow is the king, and Uncle Wang is the minister, why did Uncle Wang take the position of the widow? ”

King Jia smiled awe-inspiringly, took out something from his arms, and even more fiercely lit up: "That's it!" ”

Zhuo Yun fixed his eyes

Look, an exclamation: "Golden Book Iron Coupon? ”

Qinghe looked up and was even more shocked: this coupon is made of dark iron, shaped like a rolling tile, engraved and painted in the column, filled with gold, dazzling eyes.

Qinghe groaned slightly, and thought to himself: "The historical records are clear, the golden book iron coupon is designed to reward meritorious people, and it is often engraved with "Qing forgives nine deaths, children and grandchildren die three times, or commits a regular punishment, and there is no responsibility." Come to think of it, this King Jia must have made great achievements in war, and he was very loved by the ancestors. ”

King Jia sneered, and he was bound to win: "The coupon of the old minister, the first king gave it on his deathbed!" The lower can avoid death, and the upper can abolish the king! ”

Zhuo Yun was not in a hurry, not in a hurry: "The widow is lonely and unheard, I only know that I have a golden book and iron coupon, and I have always used the imperial treasure as a combination, half to the hero, and half to stay in the palace." But for Uncle Wang's coupons, he only heard his name and never saw him, so Uncle Wang can allow the widow to test it? ”

King Jia only felt that it was foolproof, his face was calm, and he immediately presented it: "The iron coupon is here, the king wants to test it, just take it." After the test, the king must do what he says, retreat to the ancestral mausoleum, and think about it behind closed doors. ”

Zhuo Yun came even more prepared, smiled indifferently, and asked a senior palace person to take the other half of the iron coupon. The palace people returned immediately and presented it to the king.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yun put the two halves of the iron coupon back and forth, the left side could not be buttoned, and the right side could not be closed, and he couldn't help but be full of surprise: "Uncle Wang, your Danshu iron coupon is clearly fake, and it can't be investigated at all!" Tilting his head and smiling, he smiled slightly: "It must have been when my father was dying that he saw Uncle Wang's ambition and intention to plot against him, so he took it back in time." ”

In this situation, King Jia was very unexpected, and he was furious: "Why did the king say this? How can iron coupons be fake? When he landed, a heart was turbulent, and he didn't know the ups and downs: "Who has the audacity to steal the sky and change the day?" ”

King Jia didn't know that his real body of the golden book and iron coupon was in the arms of the camp in the west of the city and Chuanzong.

In the valley of a ditch between the two mountains of Tianjian and Jinyun in the west of Yuancheng, the flag is unfurled, the trumpet is fluttering, one by one, row by row, dense layers, there are company camps everywhere, cavalry foot soldiers and archers, thousands and thousands, strict and orderly, and the formation is well arranged.

Look at the commander's Chinese army treasure tent again, made of cowhide, flying colorful gold, there is a colorful carpet in the middle of the hall, the two sit opposite each other on the brocade mat, there is a few cases in the middle, and all kinds of wine feasts are placed on it.

Sichuan Zong's wine is a thousand cups less than a confidant, and he does not refuse, and the wine is dry when it is full, and he doesn't know how many bowls he has drunk, but he still looks calm, and the guards on both sides are all shocked.

Chuan Zong looked at his old friends of life and death, and laughed loudly: "My brother has traveled thousands of miles, and it is not easy to go to Yuancheng from Hengduan, and Chuan Zong is respectful of doing it first." ”

On the opposite side of Chuanzong, he was a majestic and murderous middle-aged Tibetan, wearing a heroic fox fur hat and mink-trimmed zagui, with dark skin and masculine beauty.