The crowd in the lobby of the dart game dispersed, leaving only He Ming and Ma Lidao in the hall.

He Ming sat on the main seat and closed his eyes in contemplation, and the Marley knife probe glanced at the other party a few times, and then tiptoed to go outside.

But as soon as he walked to the entrance of the hall, He Ming's faint voice came from behind: "Where are you going?"

Ma Li Dao hurriedly turned around, knelt down and begged: "I have done what you taught me, and you have to get what you want now, and you are in charge of the dart game, just treat me as a fart, let me go."

He Ming smiled slightly, got up and walked slowly to the body of Ma Li Dao, and bent down to pinch one of his fat faces.

The four eyes met, and He Ming's cold gaze made Ma Li Dao shudder.

This old man, who even has white eyebrows, is like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows.

According to the seniority in the He clan, He Ming should be regarded as He Yue's cousin.

The Zhenwei Dart Bureau was founded by the He family, but He Ming is only a sideline, and his status is far less noble than that of He Yue.

He Yue's martial arts are also stronger than He Ming, He Ming is very respectful to He Yue on weekdays, and he has never put on the so-called cousin's shelf once, he is very clear about his position.

But now as soon as He Yue had an accident, He Ming was the first to jump out.

He sensed that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the only chance for his team to turn around.

So He Ming bought the Ma Li knife by means of coercion and temptation, and asked him to make up rumors that he saw He Yue being shot to death.

Then he pulled up the tiger skin of the internal guards and the imperial court, and coerced everyone in the dart bureau to turn away from He Yue's line, and these people switched to He Ming's command one after another.

Of course, His Majesty He Yue still has a lot of means, and there are some diehards among his disciples, and these people have questioned He Yue's death.

However, it is a pity that He Yue summoned the disciples of the sect to go to the northern suburbs that day.

Because these people are in important positions in the door, they can't get there at all, and they don't know what happened.

He Ming's ruthlessness was no less than He Yue's, and he secretly ordered these people to be eliminated that night.

And today's discussion in the lobby is just a formality, and it is justified to seek it.

The wings left by He Yue have all been cut off by He Ming one by one, and the remaining one He Ling is lonely.

Besides, He Ling is just a little girl who has never been in the world, and she can't make any waves at all.

He Ming said coldly, "Do you remember what I said to you?"

Ma Lidao nodded hurriedly and said, "Remember, remember, I'll leave the capital and leave the Liang Kingdom."

He Ming's face sank, and he just let out a soft "oh".

Ma Li was stunned, and he didn't understand which sentence he said wrong, and he was stunned.

He Ming stood up and was about to walk outside the hall.

Ma Li Dao has always been clever, and after figuring out the reason, he hurriedly threw a mouthful on his fat face.

"I can't remember, I can't remember anything, huh? Where is this?"

With that, Ma Lidao got up and walked outside.

A smile appeared on He Ming's face, and he stopped and turned around and patted Ma Li Dao on the shoulder.

A smile had just appeared on his face, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down, a dagger with a cold light had pierced his heart.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream, and as his heart broke, his breathing stopped, and his pupils gradually dilated.

He Ming gently supported his fat body and lowered the body of the Ma Li Knife on the floor.

He snapped his fingers, and four big men in black rushed in outside, and when they saw the corpse of Ma Lidao, they were all stunned.

He Ming said lightly: "Ma Li Dao blamed himself for not protecting the previous pavilion master, so he committed suicide with a dagger, I couldn't stop him, I'm really ashamed of He Yuexian."

The four men in black looked at each other, not knowing which one their master was singing now.

He Mingyi waved his hand: "Carry it down, it's good to be buried."

He watched Ma Li Dao's body being moved out of the lobby, and said secretly in his heart: "Brother Ma, only the dead will forget everything, you can lie down underground."

At the noon gate of the imperial city, the courtiers who were waiting outside for the court were sitting in a wide sedan chair rubbing their hands and roasting the stove.

The palanquin bearers were wearing thick autumn clothes, but the blood rain in the sky was still endless.

Strange to say, this blood is not as clammy and cold as ordinary rain, but it is a little warm in the palm of your hand, like a real drop of blood.

At the front of the official ranks, led by an old man in a red court uniform.

Several old men of the same age stepped forward to salute the old man and called him a congratulatory minister.

This person is the prime minister of Liang Guodang, He Jianbai.

He Jianbai returned the salute to several colleagues one by one, and stood in front of the sedan chair and looked up at the grand noon gate, but there seemed to be a trace of melancholy between his eyebrows.

At this time, it was the end of the hour, and the time of the previous dynasty had long passed.

Although Emperor Yu Mao is not a generation of emperors who have worked hard, he is by no means a faint monarch.

The time of the previous dynasty has never been delayed, but since yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor has never shown his face in front of outsiders.

According to the news from the palace, it seems that he went out of the city with the general Han Anping and a thousand pro-army, so he hasn't come back today?

The military department Shangshu stepped forward and whispered to He Jianbai, "Xiangbang, I heard that there was a fire in the palace last night."

After speaking, he pointed to the blood cloud in the sky: "This thing also rose from the palace in the first place."

He Jianbai's expression was solemn, and he interrupted his words with a wave of his hand, and said lightly, "Don't talk about it, just wait and see."

The military department still wanted to say something, but at this moment, the door of the palace clicked at noon, and the gate slowly rose.

He Jianbai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart when he saw this, since the noon gate was opened, it proved that the chaos in the imperial city had subsided.

But as the noon gate slowly opened, what came out was not the sound of bells and drums announcing the summoning of the court, but the screams and howls of countless eunuchs and palace maids and soldiers guarding the city.

The team of hundreds of officials was suddenly shocked, and everyone looked fixedly, only to see those palace maids and eunuchs living in the deep palace fleeing out of the door of the house as if they were desperate.

There were even a few richly dressed concubines and concubines in the ranks, and the guards and soldiers guarding the city were mixed in the ranks, and the scene could be described as a mess.

Some eunuchs and palace maids carried a lot of large bags and small bags, and a golden cup or golden bowl rolled out of the burden from time to time.

At this time of chaos, He Jianbai didn't know where the strength came from.

Standing in front of the large group, he yelled, "Stop!"

The fleeing procession stagnated slightly, and most of the people at the front of the line knew the prime minister of the dynasty.

Fearful of the only order in their minds, they couldn't help but stop.

But the people behind didn't care about this, although the noon gate was wide, it couldn't accommodate tens of thousands of people in the palace to pass through together.

Suddenly, the people in front were either pushed down or coerced by those behind.

The crowd crushed towards He Jianbai, who was standing in front of him, like a flood beast.