Wang Xun and Wang Yi's car had arrived at the door of Zhang Chong's mansion.

is not as light and simple as Wang Mang. Their convoy naturally has dense guards in front and behind.

The car stopped, and after the two got out of the car, they looked at each other.

Brother Wang Mang sent them to the mansion of Zhang Chong, the doorman, for a banquet, which made them feel strange. And when they arrived at the place, not only did no one greet them at the door, but even inside they couldn't hear any sound of bamboo. The door of the house was closed, as if it were a dead house.

It was already dark, but the house was dark and dreary, and there was not a single light shining through.

"This ......"

A sense of uneasiness welled up in the hearts of both of them. The two of them, who had been in battle for a long time, instinctively sniffed out a breath of death from the front.

"Father, uncle, please come in. Teacher has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The door of Zhang Chong's mansion suddenly opened, but it was not his family member standing inside, but Wang Mu.

Holding a box in his hand, he saluted his father Wang Yi and his uncle Wang Yi, and then turned to lead the way into the house.

Seeing that it was his son here, Wang Yi's heart relaxed a little. At least if he showed up in front of him, that should mean that nothing went wrong.

The two hurriedly followed Wang Mu and walked inward. And a large number of guards behind him naturally followed closely behind the two.

Standing at the door of the banquet hall, Wang Mu stopped, stretched out an arm towards the banquet hall, and bowed slightly: "Father, uncle, please." ”

In the entire house, only this one room has a light on. The door was closed, and the light leaked through the crack in the window, hitting them in the face.

Wang Yi gently pushed the door open.

The scene in front of him was so sudden that he almost couldn't help but scream.

Wang Mang sat high at the head of the banquet hall, holding a wine glass in his hand, and was taking a sip.

In front of him, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Northland rangers wearing heavily armored period guards, cloth-clothed swords, and even three bearded Hun heads were scattered in the center of the banquet hall.

Behind Wang Mang, there stood a black figure with his head lowered. The long sword in his hand pointed diagonally downward, and just as the two pushed the door in, a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword to the ground.

The voice was soft, but it was like a sledgehammer striking at the hearts of the two of them.

"You ...... It was a little late. ”

Wang Mang raised the wine glass in his hand towards the two, with a smile on his face.

"Period...... What about the period? ”

Wang Yi asked in shock. Even though he had experienced a hundred battles and suddenly faced such a scene, his mouth still trembled a little.

"Periodon? There, there is half. ”

Wang Mang raised his wine glass and pointed to the side. Only then did the two of them see that there was a headless corpse there, sitting upright in front of the table.

"Half a ......"

"Here the children." Behind the two, Wang Mu's voice suddenly appeared.

The two of them turned around in shock, and saw the ebony box he held in his hand.

Wang Mu stood steadily, only facing the two of them, and stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the box.

In the box, the muscles on the head's face were twisted and hideous, full of shock and horror. The incision is smooth and neat, smooth as a mirror.

It was Zhang Chong.

"Brother...... Why did my brother kill Jimenlang? He is the Empress Dowager's ......" Wang Yi just spoke, and he immediately stopped.

The corpses in front of him were all in full armor. Especially the armor of the more than ten period guards, they naturally won't admit their mistakes.

In the place of the feast, there will be these heavily armed soldiers, and there is no need to ask more about what happened.

"What the Empress Dowager means?"

Wang Xun has not made a sound since he entered the door, and it was only at this time that he spoke for the first time and asked slowly.

"Yes."

Wang Mang nodded, got up from the seat, and walked slowly towards the two.

"Wang Yi, Wang Xun. I told you before that the rift between me and my aunt is irreparable. And you ...... but stubbornly refused to believe. ”

Wang Mang walked in front of the two of them, turned back halfway, stretched out his hand and pointed around the entire banquet hall, and finally pointed to his nose with a fierce expression: "If I don't have Han Zhuo by my side, there will only be one corpse you will see at this moment." ”

"Brother......

Wang Yi was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Mang: "Now, I just want to ask the two of you a word." ”

Wang Mang's gaze slowly swept over the faces of the two: "The rift is getting bigger and bigger, and it is impossible for you to be alone anymore." Tell me whether you will be on my side or my aunt's side! ”

Wang Yi took a deep breath, and before he could speak, Wang Xun beside him had already knelt down unswervingly.

"Your Majesty, long live!"

Wang Yi also hurriedly followed Wang Xun and knelt in front of Wang Mang, not even daring to raise his head for half a minute.

Wang Mang looked at the two kneeling in front of him, and let out a long breath in his chest.

"Then ...... Come with me into the palace. ”