"Murdering the emperor and dealing with the crown prince, is this the king's crime?"

Ximen Jingxuan stood at the door of the Showa Palace, wearing a cyan robe like a pine and cypress standing upright against the wind and snow, tough and green.

Passing past Ximen Jingxuan's side and passing through the gate of the open Showa Hall, Ximen Yin saw at a glance that inside the hall, at the high step in the middle, where he was originally going to sit, there was already a person in a bright yellow dragon robe sitting there.

Everyone was stunned by the man.

That's Ximen Jinglie who came back from the dead!

The sudden appearance of a dead and buried man in front of everyone and his original position was definitely stronger than the appearance of a prisoner.

"Hehe, it turns out that you disappeared for so long to find a show." Ximen Yin said suddenly.

Ximen Jinglie, who was sitting on the dragon throne, frowned, and a pair of fiery eyes erupted outside the hall.

Hearing Ximen Yin say that the emperor was a play, some people were slightly relieved that the emperor was indeed dead, and the person who appeared again could only be a pretend.

"Don't be alarmed, you do have enough stability." Ximen Jingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at Ximen Yin from his heels, and finally raised his eyelids and landed his gaze on his face, "What a good third prince like a sage who loves the people, for your plot, I don't know how many lives have been killed in private by extraordinary means to manipulate or result?" Is your father one of them? ”

There was finally a whisper around, and they were obviously brought back to their senses by King Xuan's words.

"You know better than anyone how my father died!" Ximen Yin raised his head proudly, and shot Xiao Han in his always indifferent eyes.

"I don't know, because he hasn't died, but he knows that his recent experience is all thanks to you." Ximen Jingxuan said coldly, "Could it be that you really have to open the coffin for an autopsy before you admit it?" That's it! ”

Ximen Jingxuan turned his head slightly and looked to the side, someone was carrying a coffin and was walking through the snow towards the Showa Hall.

"It's the coffin of the Emperor!" Some people recognized that it was the coffin that had just been sent to the imperial mausoleum for burial, symbolizing the emperor's noble status, and painted with golden lacquer.

Ximen Yin looked at the coffin, and his eyes swept over the shallow waves.

When he saw Ximen Jinglie sitting on the dragon chair intact, he knew that his secret had been discovered, and Ximen Jingxuan was able to quietly find Ximen Jinglie, not only did he not notice anything, but there was no trace of Ximen Jingxuan.

The hidden art in the southeast is superb, and the "hidden art" of Ximen Jingxuan is a higher level, what he hides is not only himself, but also the people he wants to retrieve!

How did Ximen Jingxuan do it?

Faintly, Ximen Yin began to be so afraid of Ximen Jingxuan for the first time, he thought that everything he did was hidden, he thought that Ximen Jingxuan couldn't figure out his bottom at all, and as a result, when Ximen Jingxuan was looking for him everywhere, he had turned the things in his hands upside down, and he didn't realize it at all, did he become a waste, or were his people a bunch of waste?!

The coffin was carried to the front of the Showa Hall, and Ximen Jingxuan raised his hand to carry his strength, and the coffin lid was opened by the dark air, and the translation and slid crashed into the pavilion pillar on the side, shattering into waste wood.

Everyone was stunned. It was probably the first time in history that the emperor's tomb was excavated, the stone monument was destroyed, the buried people were carried back to the palace, and the coffin was opened for an autopsy.

"Master Hu, I think you have always been loyal to the emperor, you have been born and died with the emperor, and you know the emperor very well, why don't you carefully confirm whether the person in the coffin is the emperor?" Ximen Jingxuan Road.

Lord Hu is the minister who followed Ximen Yin all the way to the Showa Palace, and he is also the person who supported Ximen Yin's accession to the throne as emperor.

He does know Ximen Jinglie very well, but when Ximen Jinglie was buried, he didn't think about an autopsy, everyone saw that it was the emperor who died in Jinyang Palace, but at this time, there was still a living emperor sitting on the dragon chair in the Showa Palace......

Hearing that Ximen Jingxuan was instructing Master Hu, Ximen Yin's heart tightened even more.

Ximen Jingxuan first unexpectedly appeared with a living emperor, and then asked Lord Hu, who was trying his best to surround him, to distinguish the true from the false, and if the result came out, it was almost a victory without a fight, and the situation was reversed without any strength, and he was about to fall into the abyss from the peak in an instant......

He was so conceited, he should have let that old thing die, he originally wanted the old thing to see with his own eyes how his dragon throne was taken away until the world changed dynasties, in order to relieve the hatred in his heart, but it turned out to give him a chance to come back and sit on the dragon throne again.

The old thing couldn't tolerate Ximen Jingxuan, and this time he was rescued by Ximen Jingxuan.

Ximen Yin calmly watched the Lord Hu walk towards the coffin, and couldn't help but think that if the throne was really taken back by Ximen Jingxuan and he sat on his own, it would be interesting and weighty to fight back and forth.

"This emperor is really fake." Master Hu examined the corpse that had already been in the soil once, and said tremblingly.

"Master Hu, are you sure?" Someone was careful to ask.

"That's right, the emperor has a black mole the size of a bean under his right armpit, although this person also has it, but it is fake, and I picked it off." Master Hu held a black bean-shaped thing in his hand and showed it to the people around him.

Ximen Yin's eyes narrowed, this dead guy has never been inspected like this when he lived in the Showa Palace, he has cultivated this imposter for many years, enough to confuse the real with the fake, even the same symptoms as Ximen Jinglie have been carefully examined and manipulated by him, the difference is no different, Ximen Jingxuan has no reason to see his truth at a glance, but his reaction strategy is obviously that he already knows that the people in the Showa Hall are fake.

"Hu Aiqing."

Ximen Jinglie didn't know when he had stepped down from the dragon seat, walked out of the Showa Palace, and walked into the wind and snow.

His face was obviously much thinner, and his expression was unconcealably tired, and it seemed that these days of being replaced were really bad.

"Hu Aiqing, if we have a chance to make rice cakes together, okay?" Ximen Jinglie stood in front of Master Hu and said in a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty!" Master Hu's voice also trembled.

This sentence was that they were trapped in the palace back then, thinking that they were going to be killed by the two kings and three kings, and the simplest dream held by the monarch and the ministers was also a small secret that only belonged to the two of them.

Master Hu thought that Ximen Jinglie had forgotten it a long time ago, and he didn't want to say it at this time, but it became the basis for proving his identity.

Seeing Lord Hu kneeling down towards the living emperor, the people who were originally relieved by Ximenyin's words were shocked again, and the slogan of long live my emperor was stuck in his throat and couldn't spit it out.