Chapter 12: Heavenly Punishment?

This series of things was enough for him to drink a pot!

Now his own brother has come out to make trouble again!

It's really messy, it's messed up at home!

Soon the group arrived at the Jinluan Palace.

"Yes, there are ghosts, there are ghosts, all this is done by ghosts!"

As soon as everyone stepped into the main hall, there were ministers behind them who were talking crazy nonsense.

Song Changping turned his head and scolded, "Shut up!" Fight to death again! ”

The minister didn't dare to speak, but raised his hand to the dragon chair in a trembling voice.

The crowd looked at his hand and gasped.

Even Song Changping felt cold on the soles of his feet.

I saw a big line of blood written on the wall, "I died so miserably".

For a while, the ministers were all paralyzed on the ground, muttering 'I'm sorry, they were all forced by Song Changping' and the like.

Song Chang's plane was quickly impregnated with anger, he pulled out the sword at his waist, stepped forward angrily, and with a few swords, the line of blood calligraphy on it was sparse.

Then he turned his sword at the crowd and roared: "Stand up for me!" I am not afraid of the Fu family when he is alive, I will be afraid of him dying? ”

Under the pressure of Song Changping, the ministers stood up one by one, and the crowd muttered, "The body of the former emperor disappeared at the city gate." ”

This made the ministers fry again.

Song Changping rubbed the corners of his forehead, grabbed the inkstone on the table and smashed it towards the crowd.

The person who was smashed broke his head on the spot and fainted.

Now the ministers were completely quailed and stood there, and they didn't dare to come out.

Mrs. Wen pursed his lips, showed a disdainful look at the group of people, and walked to the center of the hall in three or two steps.

"Your Majesty, Weichen feels that this is a warning from heaven."

Song Changping raised his eyes and motioned for him to continue.

Taifu Wen cleared his throat and continued: "Wei Chen has always wondered how the wealth of the entire capital could disappear overnight, unless it was not done by a human at all, but by an immortal. The gods took away this wealth because he was merciful and could not afford to kill, so he used it to warn us. ”

Song Changping lowered his eyebrows, "Are you saying that the immortals are not happy to be the emperor?" ”

"Of course not! On the contrary, the gods highly esteem His Majesty. Otherwise, he would not just take away his corpse and take away the wealth of the capital, but he would not have touched His Majesty in the slightest. Mrs. Wen said as he pointed to the jade seal on the table, "Look, the jade seal is still intact on the table, otherwise wouldn't the immortal have taken the jade seal away?" ”

When everyone looked at it, it was true!

For a while, everyone began to mumble again......

Song Changping directly summoned Qin Tianjian to the audience.

The so-called once a son of heaven and a courtier, the newly appointed Qin Tianjian came out of the crowd in a panic.

"Your Majesty, the micro-minister Qintian is visiting the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

"Since you are the Qin Heavenly Eunuch, you should immediately calculate what happened tonight."

The newly appointed Qin Tianjian is basically Xiao Si next to the previous Qin Tianjian, and once he gained power, he became Qin Tianjian.

In a word, he doesn't know divination at all!

But......

Anyway, he is also a person who has been with Qin Tianjian for several years, and he has never eaten pork and seen a pig run.

Immediately, he took out a few copper coins and pretended to make a fortune calculation.

Soon came to the conclusion that it was not much different from Mrs. Wen.

Song Changping was silent for a while when he heard this, and immediately changed all the people who were originally going to be killed to exile, as for what would happen to them on the way to exile, it was not up to him.

But in any case, these people cannot die in the capital, especially in the prison cells of the capital.