Xiao Huatuo took He Jingying directly into the palace.

The originally solemn Zhengyangmen was now full of guards, everyone's faces were numb and empty, if it weren't for the time when they saw He Jingying, the eyes of these guards moved slightly, He Jingying almost thought that the people standing on these sides were Xiao Huatuo's immortal soldiers.

On both sides of Zhengyangmen, several corpses fell to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air and could not be dispersed. Looking at the clothes, the people who fell to the ground included Yulin Army, eunuchs, and palace maids, all of whom died after being severely punished. Some had their ears cut off, some had their eyes gouged out, some had their arms curled unnaturally, some had legs that seemed to be two empty tubes, and their legs under their pants were shattered.

Several eunuch-like people dragged the corpse to the cart, and they held the corpse under the flank, and dragged the corpse onto the cart little by little, leaving a clear blood mark on the ground. On the cart, five or six corpses were stacked on top of each other. One pressed against the other, and pressed on top of each other on top of each other. When the corpses were almost piled up, the eunuch pulled the cart away. During the whole process, their movements were stiff and numb, and there was no expression on their faces, and after the cart was pushed, it left a trail of blood and flesh, and the crows hovered in the air.

He Jingying turned back silently. She had never seen a palace like this. Even when the previous dynasty collapsed and the palace changed, the palace was still solemn and awe-inspiring.

And now this palace can only be reminiscent of hell. There were blood stains everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air could not be dissipated for a long time.

Xiao Huatuo was smiling and in a happy mood, and brought He Jingying all the way to the Jinluan Palace. A small eunuch in front of the Jinluan Hall was bowing his head to clean the blood stains on the steps. When Xiao Huatuo's black soap boots appeared in his sight, he trembled and quickly crawled to the ground.

Xiao Huatuo looked at the little eunuch and smiled sarcastically.

The little eunuch trembled even more, and his forehead was pressed against the cold ground.

It wasn't until Xiao Hua Tuo pushed open the door of the Jinluan Palace, and He Jingying walked into the Jinluan Palace, that she understood why the eunuchs in the palace were so afraid of Xiao Hua Tuo but so numb to the dead body.

There was not a single light in the Jinluan Palace, and the originally glorious and solemn Jinluan Hall fell into darkness. The door was pushed open, and the sunlight climbed inch by inch from the cold ground to the demagogic dragon chair on the Jinluan Palace.

The sunlight did not dispel the coldness on the Jinluan Palace, but because of the brightness of the sun, the corners of the Jinluan Hall that were not illuminated by the sun looked even more cold.

Until the entire door was pushed open, and He Jingying saw the people on the dragon chair clearly, the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar.

Xiao Luan sat on the dragon chair, his eyes were wide open, there was a trace of black blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the skin on his face had turned blue and white, with a layer of black gas. In his heart, there was still a huge hole, and his chest was empty, and there was nothing in it. He was put in a sitting position, and although his body was not decomposed, He Jingying still smelled an indescribable rancid smell in the hot weather.

Xiao Huatuo didn't seem to hate the smell of the corpse's decay, but looked at Xiao Luan happily, as if it was one of his masterpieces, a handicraft. After a while, Xiao Huatuo turned back to He Jingying, and his tone was relaxed: "He was good to me before, and his biggest wish in this life is to sit on this dragon chair." I promised to help him ascend to this throne, so I used the Jinluan Hall as his tomb, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of his wish, and I will not break my promise, right? ”

He Jingying turned her head and looked at Xiao Huatuo a little stiffly. This person is different from Xiao Luan, and different from anyone who wants to usurp the throne.

Those who want to usurp the throne want to ascend to the pinnacle of power and sit on the dragon chair that the world worships. So even if the palace has changed and washed the palace, he is in awe of the golden chair carved with nine dragons on the palace.

Who can allow someone else's people to get their hands on what they're trying so hard to chase? Let alone put a corpse in this position?

Xiao Huatuo looked at Xiao Luan and shook his head: "But some people just don't have that life." I can't count it by all means, and I will be cut out of my heart by a monster. ”

Xiao Huatuo glanced back at He Jingying, and there was some appreciation in his eyes: "Speaking of which, I should also thank you." Otherwise, I really don't know how to kill him. ”

It was obviously July weather, but He Jingying was so cold that her bones ached, and even when she spoke, she could hear a stiff "click" sound from her jaw joint.

"What about the emperor?" He Jingying asked stiffly.

Xiao Huatuo smiled lightly and replied lazily: "What's the hurry?" ”

He Jingying said coldly: "You're not in a hurry, aren't you in a hurry?" ”

Xiao Huatuo raised his eyebrows slightly: "You can still think about this?" Aren't you afraid? ”

"I dug up his heart, what am I afraid of?" He Jingying sneered: "Say, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

"Heh, it's a freak." Xiao Huatuo's face showed a rare trace of tenderness, but He Jingying obviously felt that this gentleness was not directed at her.

He looked at all this around him gently, and there were tears in his eyes behind the human skin mask: "I want you to watch carefully, and see how I trample those who are high above me in the mud." Then you go down and tell that person what you have seen, and tell him that it is not impossible. It turns out that as long as the heart is ruthless enough, people like us can also ascend to this position that everyone is chasing. I think he must be happy. ”

Xiao Huatuo looked back at He Jingying, and said softly: "I think he must be very happy to see you." ”

He Jingying stared at the pale human skin mask on Xiao Hua Tuo's face, and actually found a sense of familiarity when Xiao Hua Tuo spoke.

Where the hell did you see this face?

He Jingying frowned and said, "Who is that person you are talking about?" ”

The gentleness on Xiao Hua Tuo's face converged in an instant, and he sank under the ice: "You don't deserve to mention his name." ”

While speaking, a person ran in front of the Jinluan Hall and cautiously called, "Mr. Yan." ”

Xiao Huatuo and He Jingying turned around at the same time. The flattering look on Xiao Ziqing's face was still clearly on his face.

Xiao Ziqing looked at He Jingying and was stunned for a moment, and the expression on her face suddenly looked bad.

Xiao Huatuo looked at Xiao Ziqing sarcastically: "King Luling still failed to convince the emperor?" ”

He Jingying raised her head suddenly, and looked at Xiao Ziqing sharply.

Xiao Ziqing avoided He Jingying's inquiring eyes and said in a low voice: "The emperor's hand is broken, and he may not be able to write the edict for a while." ”

Xiao Huatuo sneered: "Your hand is broken? How is it folded? ”

Xiao Ziqing dodged and said, "I just accidentally fell." ”

"Fell your hand?" Xiao Huatuo looked at Xiao Ziqing gloomily: "Since you can't write, what are you doing with your hands?" ”

Xiao Ziqing panicked: "If your hand is injured, you can recuperate." ”

Xiao Huatuo said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you don't write, I'll write it for him." Bring him here. ”

Xiao Ziqing was shocked, lowered his head and sighed, and limped towards the outside of the Jinluan Palace.

He Jingying frowned and looked at Xiao Ziqing, a general who had led the army for many years, but because he was lame, he didn't have any blood at all?

He Jingying suddenly realized that she was probably alone in this palace.

But where are all those familiar people? Xiao Zhaowen, Wang Shaoming, Xiao Zilun, Yuan Geyu, where have all these people gone? Are they all like Xiao Ziqing, prostrate at the feet of Xiao Huatuo?

And what about the courtiers?

No matter how disagreeable the courtiers were at the beginning, whether they supported Xiao Ziliang or Xiao Zhaoye, or even were willing to support Xiao Luan in the end, but at least they were all members of the Xiao family. How could those arrogant scholars who wanted to come bow their heads to people like Xiao Huatuo.

Xiao Huatuo seemed to see what He Jingying was thinking, and said lazily: "Those who pride themselves on being high and high, in order to save their lives, they also do everything. Just wait and see. ”

He Jingying stood in the only ray of sunlight in the Jinluan Palace, quietly looking at the ninety-nine steps in front of the main hall.

Xiao Huatuo seemed to be very satisfied with He Jingying's quietness. He looked at He Jingying happily, but his tone was full of disdain and ridicule: "These scholar classes are really troublesome, and they have to be justified." ”

Xiao Huatuo pointed to the corpse sitting on the dragon chair: "You see, when he won the imperial city in one fell swoop, if he didn't care about what was justified and sat on the throne, where would there be today." ”

He Jingying glanced at Xiao Huatuo lightly.

What Xiao Huatuo said is true, bloodline is a hurdle that many usurpers cannot cross. Xiao Luan was like this, and so was Taizu when he overthrew the previous dynasty. After overthrowing the faint monarch, he supported a puppet emperor, and then slowly encroached on people's hearts, and when the ministers returned to obedience, all the military power fell into their own hands, and then let the puppet emperor make the next Zen edict.

Although Xiao Luan is not in the line of Emperor Qi Wu, he is still a member of the Xiao family, and he must have an edict to make the people obedient. But Xiao Huatuo is not Xiao Luan. He has personally sent the capital to the hell of Abi. This paper is dispensable to him, whether there is this edict or not, there will be people who disobey him and want to overthrow him, and there will be people like Xiao Ziqing who are forced to submit to his obscenity.

Therefore, Xiao Huatuo asked Xiao Zhaowen for this paper edict, not to control the capital, but to show Tuoba Xian.

In addition, He Jingying faintly felt that Xiao Huatuo took such a lot of trouble as if she was enjoying the feeling of stepping on these royal family relatives.

What's more, Xiao Huatuo can control the imperial city, and it is not enough to have his undead army. These armies, while strange and deterrent, are limited in number. And at the time of the palace change, Xiao Huatuo almost injured 1,000 enemies and lost 800 in order to consume Tuoba Xian's army. In that battle, many of Xiao Huatuo's men also died.

The rest of the army of Daqi, except for the Anxi army and Xiao Yuanda's Southern Qinzhou army, which did not really return to Shun, the rest of the army was controlled by Xiao Luan after Xiao Zhaoye's death.

Those armies should be pinched by Xiao Huatuo now. But Xiao Hua Tuo is just a strategist in Xiao Luan's Mansion, and he acts strangely and ruthlessly, and those soldiers may not listen to Xiao Hua Tuo wholeheartedly.

If he wants to completely control the capital in his hands, Xiao Huatuo's most reliable army is probably the Wei army of Tuobaxian. But in order to prevent Tuoba from eating black, Xiao Huatuo has consumed a lot of the army that Tuoba Xian brought into Beijing.

The greatest threat to the capital should be the large armies in the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty. If they raise troops to the south and pour out, Daqi will definitely be annexed by the Northern Wei Dynasty in one fell swoop.

I have to hand over the news and let Uncle Zhou Feng find a way to prevent the Northern Wei Dynasty from having the opportunity to move troops.

It was while thinking that He Jingying saw a person in the distance wearing golden armor and a sword at his waist walking towards the Jinluan Palace.

"Mr. Yan!" Tuoba walked up to the Golden Luan Hall in a few steps, his tone full of impatience. He went up to the Jinluan Palace, and when he saw He Jingying, he was stunned, and a touch of disdain and ridicule flashed on his face: "Mr. Yan wasted so much effort today just to bring a woman back?" ”

Tuoba Xian glanced at He Jingying up and down, and when he saw He Jingying's pale and weak appearance, he sneered: "Mr. Yan is still a little child, what's so good about this kind of woman, is it comparable to our women in the Northern Wei Dynasty?" When the big thing is done, I'll send a few to Mr. Yan. ”

Xiao Huatuo looked at Tuoba Xian unhappily: "Don't worry about the six kings. ”

Tuoba saw that Xiao Huatuo was not salty or light, and a nameless fire burst out in his heart: "Mr. Yan, you can't even handle a waste emperor." I'm afraid that what Mr. Yan promised before was not to deceive this king, right? ”

"Who said I couldn't handle the emperor?"

Tuoba snorted coldly, "I've heard that the waste emperor would rather cut off his own hand than write you an edict. ”

A trace of coldness flashed on Xiao Huatuo's face: "The hand is broken, but the tongue is still there." ”

As he was talking, Xiao Ziqing had already pressed Xiao Zhaowen up. In just two days, Xiao Zhaowen seems to have lost weight again.

Xiao Zhaowen looked at He Jingying and frowned slightly, but in front of Xiao Huatuo, he refused to say a word.

Xiao Huatuo looked down at Xiao Zhaowen's right hand hanging by his side, and suddenly made a move, and the whole person flew over and pushed Xiao Zhaowen against the wall. I don't know when Xiao Huatuo had an extra dagger in his hand, the cold light flashed, and Xiao Huatuo waved the dagger and cut off Xiao Zhaowen's little fingers together.

Xiao Zhaowen snorted in pain, and blood suddenly gushed out from the severed little finger and dripped on the bright yellow dragon robe.

He Jingying's heart tightened and she was about to step forward. I saw Xiao Zhaowen raise his head and shake his head slightly at He Jingying.

He Jingying could only pause, looked at Xiao Zhaowen sadly, held back the pain, and stood up straight in front of Xiao Huatuo.

He Jingying looked at Xiao Huatuo sharply, her fingers moved slightly, and there was an instant cry of "coo-coo" behind her.

Xiao Huatuo subconsciously took a step back, waved his hand at He Jingying, and said, "Don't touch your poisonous snake." I'm scared. ”

Although Xiao Huatuo said this, he didn't panic at all, took a step forward, and put the dagger that had just cut off Xiao Zhaowen's little finger on Xiao Zhaowen's neck.

Xiao Huatuo looked at He Jingying with a smile: "You better put away your poisonous snake." ”

He Jingying had a cold face, forcibly suppressed her anger, bit her fingers, and summoned the newt back.

Xiao Huatuo looked at He Jingying with satisfaction, then turned back to Xiao Zhaowen and said, "Your Majesty, have you made up your mind not to speak?" I'm going to see how long you can last. ”