This muffled sound smashed straight into everyone's hearts, smashing people with a spirit, and an atmosphere of panic and fear condensed in the hall in an instant.

At the same time as the door of the temple closed, more than a dozen men and women suddenly appeared silently in the hall, and this appearance of coming out of thin air made the already tense atmosphere even more imminent.

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a long time.

"Why, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you can't recognize this palace anymore?" A man with a tall figure stepped out of the crowd, his laughter was slightly cold, his apricot eyes were cold, and he looked around heavily.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Emperor Yong'an sat on the top, squinted his eyes unexpectedly, and turned his head to look at Gao Fuguo.

Gao Fuguo's face changed, and when the man walked out, his heart chuckled, and now when he heard this, the doubts in his heart were instantly confirmed.

Tonight, I'm afraid it's going to be a bloody purge.

"You, you are, you are the Waste Emperor!" Someone recklessly shouted loudly.

Most of the people present had experienced the years-long melee and still had lingering feelings about the tragedy of that year.

And although the man's appearance is no longer what it used to be, there is still a little bit of his youthful appearance between his eyebrows, so many people recognize it at a glance the moment he speaks.

It's just that he shouted his identity out loud like this, and that person is still the first one.

After the man finished shouting, he regretted it when he saw the silent colleagues around him, and when he looked at Gao Fuguo's cold eyes, he shrank his neck in fright, and secretly scolded himself for being reckless!

Everyone else is pretending to be stupid, what kind of sobriety is he in the world!

Emperor Yong'an didn't have the heart to deal with that person, but just let Gao Fuguo secretly write down the person's name, raised his eyes and looked at the man, his expression was calm, and he was not shocked or angry: "Xie Liangmao, you are really still alive." ”

Xie Liangmao lifted his eyelids and laughed casually: "Yes, the little nephew is still alive, which disappointed the fourth uncle." ”

Emperor Yong'an's face was not so good-looking, he forcibly held back his anger and did not attack, and made a calm heart: "How come? Big brother in the spirit of heaven will be very happy to know that you are still alive. ”

Xie Liangmu smiled noncommittally: "What about the fourth uncle, is he planning to make his father's spirit in the sky sad again?" ”

Emperor Yong'an was stunned for a moment, and then said: "My plan depends on your filial piety. ”

"The filial piety of the little nephew?" Xie Liangmu repeated, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and sneered: "Where is the filial piety of the fourth uncle?" ”

Xie Liangmao took a step forward and said aggressively: "Could it be that the filial piety of the private school is not to obey the edict of the first emperor and seek to usurp the throne?" Still disrespectful to my brother and mutilated the orphans of the former prince! ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and everyone looked at each other, seeing endless horror in each other's eyes.

Although this is true, it is a big rebellion to secretly say it behind closed doors and say it is gossip and old news, and to open the door to say it publicly.

Emperor Yong'an looked at Xie Liangmu and squinted, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

The last person to talk to him like this was Fang Lingyun fifteen years ago, who was beheaded by all over the house and exterminated the Ten Clans.

Xie Liangmao's Ten Clans naturally can't be punished.

But there seem to be a lot of his relatives and friends, and the blood is enough to flow for a few days.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yong'an hooked the corners of his lips, and a smile was fleeting: "It seems that after these fifteen years, San Lang is still resentful. ”

"Resentment!" Xie Liangmu sneered: "How can the word deep and heavy be poured into the suffering I have suffered over the years!" He looked at the red light flowing on the ground, and then at the panicked crowd, and his smile became more and more cold: "The suffering I have suffered will be inflicted on you ten times and a hundred times more today." ”

As if to respond to Xie Liangmao's words, the red rays that covered the ground suddenly tumbled violently, and a trace of bright red blood seemed to come to life, winding up along the feet of everyone who were imprisoned in the temple, and had gradually climbed to everyone's calves.

At the same time, a blood-colored rain as thin as a cow's hair fell from the sky, and the entire hall was shrouded in a disgusting bloody aura.

Everyone fell into a state of fear, and some of the cowardly ones couldn't even stand, and fell to the ground with a "poof", soaked in bubbling blood.

As the blood covered the insteps of everyone, the people who had been firmly imprisoned and unable to move suddenly loosened their bodies and regained their freedom.

But even so, no one dared to move at will, their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they all stood honestly in place, motionless, only a pair of eyes cautiously glancing at the scene in the hall.

Seeing that Xie Liangqi and those people didn't make any moves, Gao Fuguo glanced into the shadows beside him.

The curtain moved very faintly, and an imperceptible figure moved silently under the closed window.

With a "boom", a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the hall, and a short and terrible scream came from behind the curtain.

The curtain shook twice and was dragged to the ground.

A small prisoner lay on the ground, a pool of blood spilling out from under him.

"Who else? If you are not afraid of death, just stand up! Xie Liangmu rubbed his fingers, slowly glanced left and right, and said lightly.

In fact, no one saw how Xie Liangmao made a move, but when he heard a scream, there was a bloody corpse on the ground.

It was precisely because of this that everyone suddenly felt extremely frightened, and they were all frightened and silent, and the careful thoughts that had just been born were instantly extinguished.

The hall, which had just been chaotic, was dead and silent in an instant.

Seeing that no one dared to show his head again, Xie Liangmu sneered triumphantly, holding a long sword in his hand, and walked in the direction of Emperor Yong'an step by step.

Gao Fuguo's expression changed greatly, and he staggered to the front of Emperor Yong'an, his cheeks trembled violently, and he shouted hoarsely: "You! You're a rebel! ”

Xie Liangmu flicked the sword blade, made a buzzing sound, and sneered lightly: "Rebellion, people who have died once, are you afraid of the word rebellion?" ”

As he spoke, he didn't stop, and he was about to walk up to the high platform.

Gao Fuguo's face was extremely ugly, and he carried the candlestick in one hand, firmly blocking in front of Emperor Yong'an, gritting his teeth and angrily reprimanding: "Everyone will be punished for the chaos and thieves, Xie Liangmao, you will not end well!" ”

"Punish me? This is the royal blood relative! Xie Liangmao shook his long sword, and said with a smile: "Fourth uncle, don't worry, the little nephew is not as ruthless as you, as long as you write the edict of the Zen position, the little nephew can spare your life!" ”

"You're dreaming!" Emperor Yong'an drank heavily, raised his hand and threw the heavy golden bowl out.

Xie Liangmao turned sideways slightly, avoided the golden bowl, didn't bother to talk to Emperor Yong'an anymore, raised his sword forward, and stabbed straight at Gao Fuguo's chest.

"Ahh

A terrible and desperate scream rang out in the hall.

Someone turned white in fright and covered his eyes.

Unexpectedly, after a breath, there was no expected blood splashing, but with a "zheng" sound, the long sword in Xie Liangmo's hand was hit by something, the tip of the sword was slightly off, trembling and stabbing into the air, only stopped for a moment, the long sword was broken in two and fell to the ground.

And the thing that hit the sword also fell to the ground and shattered.

It turned out to be a crystal clear glass wine cup.

Xie Liangmu turned his head angrily and slammed the hilt of his sword to the ground: "Who is it!" Get out of here! ”

Although he didn't see who threw the cup, he could tell the general direction from the wind passing by his ears, and he turned his gaze to the left, condensing slightly.

The people standing on the left are all Wenchen, a group of literati who are powerless, and it is their ability to hold the wine cup steady without spilling the wine.

And the only one who can be called a military general is Han Changyun, who is far away.

Han Changyun looked at Xie Liang's questioning gaze and picked up the wine cup in his hand to show his innocence.

Xie Liang's eyes flashed, and he sneered lightly.

Han Changyun is notoriously wasteful.

Such a waste, without the strength or the accuracy, threw the wine cup impartially.

Xie Liangmao glanced coldly at everyone in the hall, just a bunch of waste!

Seeing this scene, Gao Fuguo's sweat came down.

Only then could he see clearly where the clear and cold light came from.

He looked at the man with trepidation.

But the man didn't even look at him, but confidently picked up the wine cup, raised his head and drank it all.

Xie Liangmu narrowed his eyes and waved his hand.

The men he brought with him immediately flashed their swords and guarded the courtiers on the left and right.

Xie Liangmao raised his eyebrows, this hall, no, the entire Yuhua Mountain, was surrounded by him like an iron pass, and he expected that these people would not be able to escape with their wings.

"Ouch! Master, my stomach hurts, it hurts me to death! Han Changyun suddenly fell to the ground, rolling back and forth holding his stomach, his face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans crossed the corners of his forehead, obviously it hurt hard, his painful face was distorted, and his speech was a little indistinct: "This, this, the wine is poisonous, poisonous, who is it, who wants it, it hurts the master!" ”

As he spoke, he screamed, his body twitched twice, and he curled up motionless on the ground.

When he came like this, although the truth was unknown, everyone was still flustered, and even Xie Liangmao was stunned.

He didn't let people poison the wine and food, although these courtiers were all ruthless, but if they were all killed, it would be troublesome if he had no one to use after he won the throne.

Killing is the easiest thing, submission is the hardest.

Just as he was in the middle of his thoughts, there were constant wails and pops in the hall.

Han Changyun's fall was like a mournful music, and the courtiers fell to the ground one after another, their lives and deaths unknown.

Xie Liangmao was completely stunned, and raised his eyes to look at the people he had brought.

Those few people understood, stepped forward one after another, and kicked at everyone a few times.

Some moaned weakly, while others moved softly.

"Childe, it's like you've been poisoned, and you can't move." One of them replied loudly.

Xie Liang's eyebrows were furrowed, and he couldn't understand the scene in front of him.

Who is it that poisoned the courtiers behind his back!