With Han Fei's order, the muskets of the internal guards opened fire together, and the disciples on the right ran in all directions, trying to break out of the encirclement, only then did they realize that they were weak and could not use any internal strength.

"We're poisoned!"

"It's a conspiracy!"

……

Relentless musket bullets shot into the crowd, and when the last White Lotus cultist was shot, the sound of the scene came to an abrupt end.

The sect disciples on the left who expressed their loyalty to Han Fei were stunned by the sudden situation, and some people tried to run the internal force, but found that they were also poisoned, and they were even more frightened and paralyzed to the ground. They tried to stop, but when they looked at Han Fei's cold face, they couldn't make a sound. They didn't understand why Han Fei, as the White Lotus Sect Master, wanted to slaughter the White Lotus Sect Leader, even if those people were disloyal, they still nominally agreed with the authority of the Sect Master.

The guards shot and killed all the disloyal cultists on the right, and at Ling'er's order, retreated to the side of the square, leaving behind corpses and blood flowing everywhere, glowing with a bewitching halo under the reflection of torches, like the mad laughter of the devil.

Han Fei looked at the colorless disciple on the left and shouted, "Give them the antidote!" ”

The disciples on the left took the antidote, and their internal strength suddenly recovered, and they were also relieved, understanding that Han Fei would not kill them. But there were so many corpses lying around them, and the strong smell of blood, which made them feel sad that a rabbit had died and a fox had died. Someone was bold and asked, "Sect Master, although they are not loyal enough, they are people from this sect after all, why do you want to kill on a large scale?" ”

Han Fei didn't answer positively, but smiled coldly and said calmly: "My name is Han Fei, I guess you have heard of it, right?" ”

Han Fei...... You are the Ming King of the Imperial Court! Someone remembered it and couldn't help but scream.

"Yes, this seat is the King of Ming!" Han Fei said in a deep voice: "The White Lotus Sect was created by the ancestors of this king, what is the purpose, you should be clear, but unfortunately many people have forgotten their original intentions!" Of course, no one has forgotten now, it doesn't matter anymore, the ancestors' last wishes have their own king to fulfill, there is no need for the White Lotus Sect to exist, this king, as the leader of the White Lotus Sect, officially announced the dissolution of the White Lotus Sect, and there will be no more White Lotus Sect on the rivers and lakes from now on! ”

With that, Han Fei put his hands together and smashed the Fire God Order in his hand to smash it and spilled it to the ground.

The disciples on the left were stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.

Han Fei walked a few steps, came to the front of everyone, and shouted: "This king repeats, are you willing to be loyal to this king?" ”

The disciples came to their senses, and most of them immediately fell to the ground and shouted, "The grass people are willing to die for King Ming!" ”

"Very well, you all get up!" Han Fei asked the people who had sworn allegiance to step aside and asked a few people who had not expressed their position, "What do you mean?" ”

Several people glanced at each other and said in unison: "We don't want to serve the imperial court, and we are willing to retire from the rivers and lakes......"

"This king said that those who go along prosper and those who rebel perish, and there is no middle way!" Han Fei turned his head to the people who had already sworn allegiance and shouted, "You go and kill them!" ”

This is a vote, everyone understands, the White Lotus Sect is over, they have no other way to go except to work for Han Fei, Han Fei gave an order, and they immediately killed those who did not want to express their position.

The results of the battle were self-evident, those who were already loyal were in the majority, and there were internal guards outside, and those who did not express their stance were all killed.

At the end of the battle, Han Fei looked at the people who had sworn allegiance and said: "You are all loyal servants of the Han family, this king will not treat you badly, you will be incorporated into the internal guard from today, as long as you are loyal to serve this king, this king will give you the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and it is not impossible to be crowned a wife and a son in the future!" ”

"Thank you, Your Highness King Ming, for your grace! Humble and willing to serve His Royal Highness King Ming! ”

In the capital, King An Le was flattered by those who could climb to get carried away, and he felt that he was on the throne, and his self-confidence swelled sharply.

Since he was named King Anle, for more than a month, King Anle has enjoyed supreme honor, waiting for the Queen Mother to announce him into the palace and establish him as the new king. It's a pity that he didn't wait for the queen mother's decree, but he was sick, and he came fiercely, and he couldn't get up from bed in two days.

"Princess, King Anle is sick!" The news spread to Xiyuan and was reported to the two princesses of Anton.

"Why is Wang Er sick?" The two princesses were taken aback and hurriedly said, "Have you asked the imperial doctor for treatment?" ”

"Princess, His Royal Highness King Ming is not in the capital, the Queen Mother of the West Palace is not a director, there is no one in the palace to call the shots, and the imperial doctor cannot be invited...... I have asked a famous doctor in the capital to diagnose and treat the prince, but there is no improvement! ”

"Now the palace is in charge of Princess Ming and the Ninth Princess, why don't you report to the Ninth Princess?" Wang Andong scolded and said to King Anle's biological mother: "You go to Anle Wangfu to take care of the king, and the palace will report to the ninth princess!" ”

There are a lot of trivial matters in the palace, and the ninth princess Zhang Wanyi has moved into the palace to live temporarily in order to facilitate the disposal, and she will accompany Jia Yuanchun in Cining Palace in her spare time. When she heard that Princess Anton was looking for her, she hurriedly came out and asked, "I wonder what my sister is looking for this palace?" ”

"Ninth Princess, King Anle is sick, and the concubine wants to beg the Ninth Princess to send a doctor to take a look!"

"King Anle is sick?" The Ninth Princess was stunned and said, "Why is there no one to report such a big matter to the palace?" Quickly send the doctor to the doctor for diagnosis and treatment! Sister, if there is anything, let people tell the palace quickly, King Ming attaches great importance to King Anle, but don't make any mistakes! ”

"Thank you, Ninth Princess!"

Princess Anton hurried to the Anle Palace, saw the pale face of the King of Anle, and hurriedly asked the imperial doctor for treatment.

After a detailed examination, the imperial doctor shook his head and sighed: "The two princesses, please mourn, King Anle's illness, old age and powerlessness......

"Ah, Imperial Doctor, what disease does Wang Er have? Please save the king! The two princesses of Anton were suddenly frightened and kept begging for the imperial doctor.

"The two princesses, it's not that they are old and can't be saved, it's really ......" the imperial doctor smiled bitterly: "King Anle has flower willow disease, and he is already terminally ill!" ”

"Flower willow disease?" The two princesses remembered that King An Le entered the Qinglou at night, and wanted to cry without tears, and collapsed to the ground, lamenting: "What a sin! ”

King Anle had flower willow disease, and the news that it was hopeless came out of King Anle's mansion, and public opinion was in an uproar. King Anle's reputation has long been tossed away by himself, and this time he is almost a downside denunciation of his lack of self-love, which is a negative weight of the king.

Just two days after the news broke, there was bad news from the Anle Palace, and the Anle King died.

King An Le, who was once thought to be possible to succeed the current emperor, stirred up the storm in the capital, but he himself died, and Hua Liu died of illness, a typical joy and sorrow. Those who want to devise all possible ways to cling to King Anle are like a basin of ice water, which has stopped, and the capital has calmed down, and the forces of all parties are still digesting the impact of this matter.

(End of chapter)