Bei Minglei got his wish and became the national teacher of Yan State, changed into court clothes in the court, and stood at the forefront of the ministers, which originally belonged to the position of the prime minister.

Although many of the ministers were unconvinced, they were not convinced by the force of the Northern Thunder, and they were ready to go down to the court and then consider it in the long run.

When all the dust settled, Bei Ying Lei wore the uniform of the national teacher, stood at the front and said to all the ministers.

"At the beginning of this seat, I was a national teacher, and I can't eat a vegetarian meal, and now I offer three strategies to Your Majesty to calm the people!"

Qiu Yan cooperated and said: "What is the best strategy for the national teacher, which can make the Yan country rich and the people strong!"

Bei Minglei shouted loudly: "The first policy of this seat is the Hu Han family, and the law and crime will be punished together!"

As soon as the words fell, the ministers rang out in opposition.

"No!" Zuodu Yushi shouted to Qiu Yan: "Your Majesty, the Hu people have ruled the Han people for a hundred years, and the Hu people are born with privileges.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Hu people have wantonly oppressed the Han people, pretending to be superior, and the imperial history of Zuodu is the Hu people, so they naturally do not want the Han people who have been oppressed to enjoy the same power as themselves.

"The Han people have doubled the number of Hu people, and they have been wantonly oppressed by the Hu people for a hundred years, and they have long been full of complaints, if they can't be equal to Hu and Han, it will be difficult for Yan to grow!" Beiming Thunder is full of confidence, and his fierce eyes have been staring at Zuodu Yushi, as long as he dares to say another word "no", I am afraid that blood will be splashed for five steps.

Zuodu Yushi obviously also saw the eyes of the Northern Thunder, and immediately did not dare to object, and now the corpse of the prime minister lying on the top of the main hall told everyone that the Northern Thunder killed people, regardless of their identity and status.

The first strategy of the Northern Thunder was thus forcibly passed, and then he said the second strategy.

"The Han culture is long and long, and there are countless folk talents, but they don't have the opportunity to serve the country.

If it is said that the ministers of the first strategy of the Northern Thunder can barely pass it, then his second strategy will completely provoke all the ministers.

"Never!"

"How can a Han person be a minister!"

"Your Majesty think twice!"

Most of the ministers present were Hu people, and Hanchen was extremely rare, and they would never agree to Bei Minglei's proposal for their own vital interests.

No one knows the talents of the Han people better than these ministers, the Hu people will win the world immediately, but they will not rule the world immediately, and they rely on the Han people, but it is inevitable that the Han people will become bigger, and the Han people can only be staff at most, not ministers, and the Hu people have always suppressed the development of the Han people.

What Bei Minglei wants is to restore the Han people, and naturally the Hu family can't be dominant, so the proposed strategies are mostly poisonous strategies to improve the power status of the Han people.

"Northern Underworld Thunder, don't forget, your Northern Underworld family was also established by the Hu people, and you also have the blood of the Hu people in your body!" Zuodu Yushi was completely out of the way this time, and for the sake of Hu Ren's power, he forgot about life and death.

"Humph!" Bei Ying Thunder snorted softly, and Zuodu Yushi was hit hard and almost knelt down.

"Although this seat is a Hu person, he can care about the world, and the proposed policies are impartial, all for the benefit of Yan Guo!"

Bei Ying Lei's words are righteous and round, making it impossible to refute, not to mention a faint pressure enveloping everyone's hearts, if anyone objects again, it will definitely suffer evil consequences.

Above the main hall, the quiet needle drop could be heard, and everyone didn't dare to gasp, Bei Minglei was like a domineering emperor, and no one could oppose him, and the Yan King pretended to be Qiu Yan was useless.

Just when Bei Ying Lei wanted to continue to offer advice, there was a sudden shout of killing outside the main hall.

"Exorcise the demons and defend Your Majesty!"

"Qing Junce, Bao Yanguo!"

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew that it was the Praetorian Guards who had killed him.

"Oh no, no!" A eunuch stumbled into the main hall and said to Qiu Yan.

"Your Majesty, when the Praetorian Guards heard that the leader had been killed, they collectively rebelled!"

When Qiu Yan heard the eunuch's words, he could still keep calm, but the ministers all showed joy, and some of the people who were not deep in the city even laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, you traitor, the counterinsurgency army has arrived, and you will be captured before you are tied!"

Before the gloating man could finish speaking, a sword aura pierced his throat.

"Quack!" Bei Ying Lei said disdainfully.

As soon as someone died, the ministers no longer dared to laugh, but their eyes were still so cruel.

With a wave of the North Thunder Sleeve, the people flew up, quickly walked out of the main hall, stood outside the hall and looked, and saw the dense Praetorian Guards rushing towards the main hall.

The Three Thousand Praetorian Guards were originally the force guarding the Imperial City, but now they want to capture the Imperial Palace.

In the face of the three thousand troops, Bei Ying Lei was calm and calm, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were extremely calm.

"You are so deeply favored by the emperor that you dare to make trouble!"

The three thousand Praetorian Guards did not listen to the words of the Northern Thunder at all, and continued to move forward, seeing that they were about to rush to the front of the main hall.

"Stubborn!"

Bei Ying Lei stretched out his right palm, and a wisp of sword qi gathered, and his strong move was ready to be attacked.

"Strange changes in Kunpeng"

A huge Kunpeng composed of sword qi appeared in front of everyone, and the Kunyu sword qi that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire Praetorian Guard, making the air become oppressive.

"Give you one last chance, step down, this seat is not to blame!"

The soldiers of the Praetorian Guard have stopped, you look at me, I look at you.

"Don't be afraid, he's alone, we're a lot of people!" The adjutant general of the Praetorian Guard did not believe the words of the Northern Thunder, and with a shout, three thousand people began to act again, rushing towards the palace.

"Look for death!"

With a wave of his right palm, the Kunyu Knife Qi sank, and he plunged headlong into the three thousand Praetorian Guards.

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As soon as the kunyu landed, it scattered in all directions, and the sword qi that divided gold and jade raged among the Praetorian Guards, and each sword qi could cut a Praetorian Guard into two sections.

The three thousand Praetorian Guards faced the sword qi like a mountain and a sea, and immediately made a mess, countless terrible roars were screaming, countless blood sprayed wildly, one by one the Praetorian Guards fell, and one by one the soldiers of Dayan were killed by the Northern Thunder.

Bei Ying Lei looked at the three thousand Praetorian Guards coldly, and died tragically under the sharp sword qi, he gave these people a chance, but unfortunately they didn't grasp it.

In the world of divine soldiers and mysterious soldiers, a powerful warrior is more terrifying than an army! Unless a million-strong army is gathered, no one can resist the Northern Thunder.

The three thousand Praetorian Guards only had a cup of tea under the Northern Thunder Thunder Qi, and from the moment the last Praetorian Guard died, there was already blood all over the ground outside the main hall, and the corpses were scattered all over the field.

Those ministers who saw the Northern Thunder slash the three thousand troops with one sword were already frightened to the ground at this time, lost their souls, how could such literati know the power of the strongest warriors.

When the Northern Thunder turned his head, the ministers retreated in fright, and returned to the main hall.

King Yan, who Qiu Yan pretended to be, sat on the throne all the time and did not say a word.

When the Northern Thunder walked into the main hall clean and without a drop of blood, all the ministers lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Northern Thunder.