Chapter 487

(There is a repetition, it will be replaced at three o'clock in the morning, go to bed early, and get up tomorrow morning to watch.) ）

The former bright gentleman, the gentle son who was as prosperous as a flower, is like the god of murder who came out of purgatory at this time.

There was not the slightest temperature, and it was like the sword in his hand, glowing with cold light.

"King Ruyang and Cheng Guy Tongnan summoned the prince to rebel and rebelled against the palace, and now the traitors are ambushed, and the rebels outside the imperial city are disarmed and surrendered, please Your Majesty will break the saint, punish the demon, and Qingjun side!"

The king of Ruyang is the title of the four princes, and he is also the candidate for the next crown prince.

As Cui Yu said word by word, smashing it into everyone's hearts, he threw out the cloth bag in his hand.

I saw a head rolling out of it, and the ladies in the hall retreated in surprise.

The head rolled and rolled and landed in the center of the main hall.

Yinhua looked at the head, only to see blood covered his hideous cheeks, and his eyes widened as if he was looking at her.

Through the hazy red veil, the eyes are full of bright red.

"Ahh

Yinhua screamed and took a few steps back.

The hem of her skirt tripped over her, and Yang Chongyuan, who was beside her, seemed to be shocked by this action and did not support her.

Everyone looked at the bloodied man in the middle of the hall, and no one saw the princess in the wedding dress looking at the skull's frightened eyes.

That's my uncle......

That's the uncle who hugged her and kissed her......

The queen got up abruptly and scolded sharply:

"Bold thief! Dare to plot rebellion, come to someone, and kill him in this palace! ”

Praetorian guards poured in from outside, all armed with blades and clad in armor.

"Still stunned what to do! Don't kill him soon! ”

However, the Praetorian Guards were unmoved, but surrounded the entire Taihe Hall with swords.

Cheng Taishi, who came to watch the ceremony, the king of Ruyang and the king of Pingyang born to the queen, were all subdued by the Praetorian Guard, and among the relatives of hundreds of officials, anyone who was close to the Cheng family was killed on the spot if they resisted a little.

The screams in this hall were incessant, and the steps of the white marble were stained red with blood, which was even more bright red than her wedding dress that day.

A Praetorian Guard came to slash Yang Chongyuan, and Yang Chongyuan pulled Yinhua to dodge.

The Praetorian Guards were obviously afraid of Yinhua pulled by Yang Chongyuan, and they were timid.

Yang Chongyuan wants to fight his way out of the encirclement, but it's not easy to say.

Not far away, Yinhua raised his eyes and saw Cui Yu, who was always standing in the center of the main hall.

His eyes were dull and dark, and he looked at her empty-eyed.

Blood flowed to the soles of his feet, and he stood in the pool of blood, not moving for a minute.

It wasn't until he came with a sword and stabbed at Yang Chongyuan that she didn't know where she had the strength to rush over and grab his blade.

She clenched tightly, blood mixed with the undried blood on his sword, and fell to the cold ground.

Cui Yu was shocked, withdrew his strength, let go of the hilt of his sword, and hurriedly grabbed her hand.

From the palm of his hand split, the flesh turned open, and she seemed to see a pain in his eyes.

She didn't even care about the pain in her palm at this time, and pulled out the knife of the Praetorian Guard next to her with her backhand and slashed at Cui Yu.

Cui Yu was able to avoid it, but he caught it with his bare hands.

With all her strength, she watched the blood on Cui Yu's hand slide down the blade of the knife and blend into her palm.

It hurts, it's already numb.

At this time, Yang Chongyuan stabbed over with his sword, Cui Yu threw the knife away, hugged Yinhua and retreated, and in an instant, Yang Chongyuan stood out from the encirclement.

He didn't pay attention to the Praetorian Guard, only Cui Yu was the opponent.

After he got out of the hall, he turned around and looked at Cui Yu.

"Cui Yu, the hatred of taking his wife today, I will get it back tenfold one day!"

In a rebellion, the queen's vein was all subdued, and only then did the Son of Heaven stand up from the dragon chair.

"Cui Yu is meritorious in quelling the chaos today, and the Cheng family's unsubservient heart is clearly revealed, and he has been entrenched in the northwest for many years, supporting the army and respecting himself, seizing fertile land, and buying and selling officials. The queen was even more unvirtuous, murdering the palace concubine and interfering in the previous dynasty. If it weren't for the fact that I transferred Cui Qing out of Beijing a year ago and plotted to the northwest, today would be the day when the queen teamed up with the Cheng family to kill the king! ”

Yinhua looked at his father beside the dragon chair, and suddenly thought of the queen mother's words.

Where are there husbands and wives and fathers and sons in this imperial city, and some only have endless killing and blood.

Husband and wife are separated, father and son turn against each other, and in the royal family, family affection is like a joke.

Only then did the officials react, it turned out that all this was what His Majesty meant, and His Majesty was determined to eliminate the power of the Cheng family and his party in the court.

Baiguan was invited by the Praetorian Guard, and when it came to the main hall, only the emperor, the empress, and the people of the Cheng family, and Cui Yu, who was holding Yinhua's hands to help her bandage at this time.

The queen burst out laughing, and tears of laughter came out.

"Okay, good, what a decisive emperor, very heroic!"

The emperor looked at the empress with a cold gaze.

"Someone, take the queen down."

Then Emperor Wen Zhao's words fell, but no one answered.

He glanced at the Praetorian Guards and the attendants around him, all of them looked at their noses and noses, their noses and hearts, numb and expressionless.

Emperor Wen Zhao frowned, "Are you all deaf?" ”

And those people still didn't seem to hear it, at this time Cui Yu slowly raised his head, his expression was cold, and his voice was indifferent.

"Are you all deaf? Your Majesty shouts to you, can't you hear it? ”

Only then did the Janissaries respond, "Yes, General." ”

Emperor Wen Zhao was horrified in his heart, and looked at Cui Yu and the Praetorian Guards in this hall in disbelief.

At this time, the queen also saw it, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! A praying mantis catching cicada and yellow finch are behind, Your Majesty, you never thought that you would believe the words of such a white-eyed wolf! ”

"Cui Yu, you dare to rebel!"

Cui Yu stood up and looked at the high Son of Heaven on the dragon chair.

"My own existence is a rebellion!" His voice was cold, without the slightest emotion, "Come on, put the Cheng family and the four princes and five princes into the prison, the queen is imprisoned in Kunning Palace, draft the holy decree, the Cheng family conspires against the Nine Clans, deposes the queen Ruyang King Pingyang King, Your Majesty was counterattacked by the Cheng family in the palace, seriously injured and bedridden, and the general temporarily took over the government." ”

Emperor Wen Zhao listened to Cui Yu covering the sky with one hand, and angrily broke off the carved dragon at the armrest of the dragon chair and threw it towards Cui Yu.

It's just that the dragon's head rolled and rolled and fell to Cui Yu's feet.

Emperor Wen Zhao was still scolding, but the eunuch beside him only helped him, and Emperor Wen Zhao softened.

A palace change came to an end.

At this time, only Yinhua who was kneeling in the center of the hall and Cui Yu who was standing next to her were left.

The blood in the temple had dried up, and there was a fishy sweet smell everywhere.

Cui Yu leaned over to pull her, and she retreated in horror.

The wedding dress was already stained with blood, and I don't know whose it was.

She stepped back, her hands cold as she tilted her head to look.

The uncle's dead appearance, flesh and blood blurred, she screamed and retched.

Cui Yu looked at her, those desperate eyes, that frightened look, couldn't bear to open them again, and turned his head away.

"Someone, send the princess back to the Taichu Palace."