King Chen looked at Emperor Yuan Cheng deadly, and he looked like he wanted to bite off a piece of his meat.

Emperor Yuan Cheng looked at King Chen with a resentful face so quietly, and only said lightly after a while: "Who can prove what you say?" ”

The hideous color on King Chen's face suddenly froze.

Emperor Yuan Cheng said in a cold voice:

"All the people of the year died, and among the people who remained, all those who knew were only related to you."

"In the eyes of the world, you are the only one who does everything."

"It was you who colluded with the Jiang family and secretly corresponded with Nanliang, and it was you who sent someone to send a secret report, betrayed the military plane of the Southern Expeditionary Army, killed the father and son of the Jun family, and caused the innocent death of tens of thousands of soldiers. You killed the merchant, and you sent the marching map. ”

"I didn't do anything from start to finish, did I?"

King Chen's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he looked at Emperor Yuan Cheng with a face full of disbelief: "I ......"

"Do you want to say that you can identify me?"

Emperor Yuan Cheng looked at King Chen like that, as if he had seen through his mind at a glance, and raised his lips and said, "Lizhang, why are you still so naïve?" ”

The two were very close, and Emperor Yuan Cheng's voice was like a demon crawling out of hell, which made King Chen feel chills.

"If I am here, at least I can protect your Chen Wangfu bloodline and not implicate my descendants, but if I am gone, with Jun Mo's temperament, he will definitely rebel to avenge his father and brother."

"When the time comes, I have thousands of troops and horses, it's a big deal to fight with him, and it is not certain that he will not take it, but he will definitely destroy your Chen Wang's mansion, and let the people in your mansion go to the funeral for his father and brother."

"Are you sure you're going to pull me into the water?"

Chen Wang opened his mouth slightly, his lips opened and closed, and he only felt that something was choking his neck, making him unable to say half a word.

It was dark in front of his eyes, and the coldness that seemed to sink into an ice cellar made his eyes disappear.

The whole person sat on the ground, looking sluggish.

Emperor Yuan Cheng stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on King Chen's face, and said in a low voice:

"You should listen to me, after the conflict with the Meng family that day, you will stay in the mansion and be grounded."

"If you don't leave the house, what's the matter?"

"If you don't go to Dali Temple, everything still has room to turn, why is this so?"

He let out a soft sigh in his throat.

It seems to be regretful, it seems to be sad, and it seems to blame......

His fingers ran across the wound on King Chen's forehead, the corners of King Chen's aching eyes twitched, and his originally clean fingertips instantly turned bright red.

Emperor Yuan Cheng's face suddenly turned cold, and he stood up and said to Zhou Lu:

"Spread my will, King Chen and others smuggled salt and iron, and made weapons in the army for huge profits, and colluded with Nanliang to betray the military situation in the DPRK and China, killing Jun Rong's father and son and 90,000 soldiers of the Southern Expeditionary Army.

"Cut his throne, demote him to a commoner, put him in prison, and behead him by the day."

"The money he received will be returned to the treasury, and all the people related to it will be sent to the three divisions for strict examination, and there shall be no mistakes!"

King Chen was dragged down, and when he left, he was like a marionette with a broken thread, and he didn't say a word when he was carried by someone, and he didn't even plead again.

After King Chen was taken down, Emperor Yuan Cheng looked down at his bloodstained hand.

Zhou Lu next to him looked nervous, and hurriedly and carefully handed over a piece of brocade to step forward.

"Your Majesty, the servant went to fetch water and serve you to clean your hands.

"No need."

Emperor Yuan Cheng reached out and took the bright yellow brocade handkerchief, wiping off the blood on his fingertips little by little.

His movements were extremely gentle, and his eyes were even more focused on the palms of his hands, as if there was something special in his hands.