The messenger of Shimen Fan is not a single person, but a group of people.

The one who walked in the forefront with his head held high was a barbarian, who looked very young, in his twenties, with a dignified appearance, and the characteristic fierce expression of the barbarian was clearly displayed in front of everyone through the bulging muscle lines under the leather armor.

The few people behind him, old and young, dressed expensive and cheap, the only thing that is the same is that everyone's face is filled with the joy of the winner.

This expression made Dali's ministers very uncomfortable, and they stood solemnly on one side with gloomy faces.

Duan Yanzhen led the people and stood in front of the queen.

The barbarian looked left and right, and there was a palpitating murderous aura in his eyes, and wherever he looked, the people there unconsciously looked away, not daring to look at him.

After listening to Duan Yanzhen introduce to him, it was the Empress Dali who sat on it, and the young barbarian took a step forward very rudely, holding his head high and arching his hand at the Mu Ran woman: "The last general of the Shimen Fan Department will Na Tuozhi, I have seen the queen Chitose!" ”

His gift was symbolic, and he didn't even bend down.

However, the people in the palace, but no one corrected him, this barbarian, the long knife hanging from his waist had no scabbard, and his cold and shining eyes were terrifying, and he didn't know why Duan Yanzhen didn't put down his weapon.

The queen naturally didn't bother to pay attention to this, she nodded: "Please get up, your envoy is here, is there something wrong?" ”

"Mr. Changsun, the ghost king of Shimen, I heard that there was a big incident in Dali last night, the monarch and the prince were assassinated at the same time, the society was shaken, the whole country was shaken, Dali is like catkins in the wind, there are no roots and no ping." The young barbarian said in a loud voice, like a bell: "Therefore, the last general will go first, and he will arrive later, to defend Dali and strictly prevent the small people from taking the opportunity to cause trouble." ”

The Dali ministers next to them almost jumped up when they heard this.

Thief? You're embarrassed to say that it's small, aren't you just small? Shimen Fan didn't make any Qingjun side, would Dali have such a thing? If you live a good life, it's the moth you made!

The queen couldn't cry or laugh, but she didn't dare to say anything, just said, "This...... Mr. Changsun has a heart, please thank him on behalf of the mourning family, as for Dali's family affairs, we have our own measure. ”

"The queen doesn't have to be polite, Mr. Changsun led the troops to the starry night, has arrived outside the city, his old man is thoughtful, and feels that Dali can not be without a monarch for a day, and the society can not be without an owner for a day, so he has sent the founding prime minister of Dali, Dong Jia, to select a virtuous talent with both ability and political integrity among the descendants of the Duan family in Dali, and the right to act as the lord of the country, and wait for the queen to edict and canonize, you can ascend the throne as the emperor!" Na Tuozhi was prepared, and with one sentence, he smashed the queen's Tai Chi to pieces, and threw out a bombshell news that was enough to make everyone's eyeballs fall.

"What ?!!"

"Don't !!"

Many shouted, shock mixed with boundless anger.

"Dali Lijun, it's a family affair of the Duan family, why do you Shimen Fan call the shots?"

"Although the lord of the country is dead, there are several princes alive, and the selection of the monarch should be determined by the queen's choice, what is the matter with you choosing people?"

Na Tuozhi turned his face away, looked coldly at the angry Dali ministers, and did not speak.

The people took a step back, but the stakes were so high that they had to bite the bullet, so after a short cringe, the group jumped again.

"No matter what, this matter must not be caused by Shimenfan!"

"The Thirty-Six Barbarians won't agree! They are one with Dali, how can they sit idly by! ”

"Shimen Fan is just one of the barbarian tribes, he should be self-aware, and he can't be so domineering!"

In the noisy chaos, only a "choking" dragon roar was heard, and a cold light shone in the hall.

Natho drew his sword.

His knife was a standard Shimen Fan Dragon Pattern Knife, and the sunlight shining in from the window reflected on the blade, reflecting a warm light.

"Mr. Changsun said that if anyone objected, they would be killed on the spot! It doesn't matter who he is! His words were as cold as his knife: "You are probably mistaken, I am not here to discuss with you, Mr. Changsun's words are a decision!" ”

The reflection of the dragon knife flashed across people's faces, and it worked so well that no one spoke anymore.

Empress Dali's face was frightened, and her hands holding the armrests of the chair were trembling.

The guards and warriors inside and outside the side hall were as if they were dumb, deaf and blind, and none of them came up to stop this blatant disobedience.

Duan Yanzhen hung his head, silently pestle to the side, he was outside just now, he saw the Shimen Fan army, and the shock he was even stronger.

Natochi glanced at the audience with satisfaction and nodded to the back.

Everyone in the Dong family walked up proudly and pushed a teenage boy.

The young man stepped forward timidly, knelt in front of the queen, and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle." ”

Na Tuozhi frowned: "Duan Zhilang, you are the one who wants to be the lord of the country, how can you be so gutsless?" Mr. Changsun must be very angry when he finds out. ”

The young man shuddered, obviously, the words "Mr. Changsun" were very intimidating to him.

So he straightened his waist a little and shouted to the queen in a much higher voice: "Nephew Duan Zhilang, I have seen the queen Chitose!" Please issue an edict from the queen, and Rong Zhilang will succeed to the throne! ”

The queen looked at him in fear, then at Na Tuozhi, and finally swept her gaze to the Dali ministers who were puffing and soothing.

Here, on the surface, she is in charge of everything, but in fact, it is the ministers below who dominate her.

Some of the ministers were indignant, some were whispering, some were looking left and right, and some were pondering.

Others stood in the middle, shaking their heads and waving their hands at her.

Opinions differ, like a group of dragons without a leader.

The queen hesitated even more, she sat stiffly, her face changed, and she didn't know what to do.

At this time, Duan Zhilang took a few steps forward, paused again, and said softly in a lowered voice: "Don't worry, uncle, my nephew inherits the treasure, but I can ensure the safety of my uncle's family, hundreds of people up and down, safe and peaceful, I can't hide it, all of my uncle's mother's family is now in the hands of Mr. Changsun, and their life and death are all in my uncle's thoughts." ”

He looked back at Na Tuozhi, and saw that he nodded slightly, so he dared to continue: "In fact, if you want to get the throne, you don't need the approval of your uncle and mother, the thirty-six barbarian tribes of Dali have worshiped Mr. Changsun as the ghost king, and the whole Dali is in the bag of Shimenfan. Not enough Mr. Changsun felt that since he wanted to support me, who was a descendant of the Duan family, as the emperor, he still had to act according to the law, so that there would be less killing and bloodshed could be avoided to the greatest extent. ”

He looked at the queen, and his eyes were helpless: "The nephew succeeds to the throne, Dali is always in the hands of the Duan family, but the Gao family is replaced by the Changsun family, the lord of the country is still our family, it is better than the foreign surname to ascend the throne, the Duan bloodline will not be interrupted, the clansmen will not be slaughtered, and the uncle can still be promoted to a level and be the queen of Taishang safely." ”

The queen's eyes lit up, her decadent and wooden face glowed, she hesitantly glanced at Na Tuozhi standing behind Duan Zhilang, and asked in a low voice, "Is this what you mean, or ...... What does Mr. Changsun mean? ”

"That's what Mr. Changsun meant." Duan Zhilang said: "Before leaving, his confidant General Duan talked to me, and he taught me the above words. ”

The queen nodded, closed her eyes and thought about it, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze crossed Duan Zhilang and looked at Na Tuozhi: "This ...... Messenger, can the mourners trust you? ”

"Sir does what he says." Na Tuozhi held the dragon pattern knife upside down in the palm of his hand and received it behind his back: "Every word he says, Queen Chitose should believe it." ”

The queen said softly: "Even if I give an edict, Duan Zhilang may not be able to sit on the throne of God, you know ......"

"For other things, Queen Chitose doesn't have to worry about it." Na Tuozhi laughed, and the white teeth he showed were extremely good-looking: "Since Shimen Fan can make Duan Zhilang the emperor, he can naturally ensure that he is right." ”

This sentence, like the last straw that crushed the camel, completely dispelled the last trace of scruples of the queen, she stood up, shook her sleeves, and solemnly took out the last majesty of the queen of Dali.

"The secretary of Xuan, the eunuch, and the eunuch enter the palace to meet the mourning family!" She tried her best to suppress the churning waves in her heart, and shouted with all her strength: "Hurry up, there must be no mistake!" ”

Some of the eunuchs agreed and ran.

As soon as this man left the temple gate, he almost hit an iron wall head-on.

He stood still in surprise, but found that this was a human wall with an iron armor ghost face, and the entire side hall was firmly surrounded by this team of iron armor soldiers, and even the rats couldn't run out.

(End of chapter)