In the bedroom of the Son of Heaven, it was a different scene.

The prince of Yingchuan sat on the edge of the dragon couch, stretched out his hand and pulled out the rags in Emperor Yongming's mouth, and moved slowly: "The prince is dead, and this great Jin dynasty has to be inherited by the children and grandchildren of the Xu family. The emperor will write an edict of abdication now and pass the throne to his nephew."

"In the future, I will have to worry about the cumbersome government affairs. Isn't it beautiful for you to sit peacefully with the Emperor and indulge in pleasures every day!"

Emperor Yongming was slashed from two pieces of flesh, although it was not a fatal skin injury, but he lived for more than forty years, and he had suffered such humiliation and such crimes.

As soon as the rag in his mouth was removed, Emperor Yongming shouted with all his might: "Come and save ......."

The stinky cotton cloth was stuffed into his mouth again, blocking all the words of Emperor Yongming.

The prince of Yingchuan's face became gloomy, and his gaze became cold, turning around on Emperor Yongming's body. It's as if a butcher is looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Emperor Yongming was terrified and screamed desperately. It's a pity that the mouth is blocked by rags, and the voice can't get out of the throat.

With a wave of his right hand, the sharp blade of the sword slashed a piece of flesh.

Cold sweat poured on Emperor Yongming's forehead, mixed with tears, and his face was full of pain. The mouth is whining.

The prince of Yingchuan suddenly laughed heartily: "From the first day I entered the palace, I wanted to do this."

"With your holy decree, I have to leave the domain, leave my children behind, and go to Beijing to be a proton. You are full of murderous intentions, and I can only humble and beg for mercy, and even my daughter-in-law has been sacrificed to your dragon couch."

"You took advantage of it, but let Chen die in the palace. Ignore the daughter born to the Chen family. and trapped me in the Yingchuan Palace."

"I swallow all the shame for revenge, and search for the woman who has had children for you, and please you in every way."

"You didn't expect that! These beauties are poisonous flowers! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been able to kill the chamberlain so smoothly and trap you here. Hahaha!"

The prince of Yingchuan laughed arrogantly and proudly.

Emperor Yongming's eyes were glazed.

The six beauties around the bed didn't have any special reactions, and they all looked blank. Especially Roche, when he saw this scene, his heart was extremely happy.

Her home has been destroyed, and her husband and son are locked up in the dungeon of the Yingchuan Palace. She hated and feared the prince of Yingchuan, and she hated the son of heaven on the dragon couch even more.

Last night, Emperor Yongming was helped back to his bedroom. Six beauties served together, and the prince of Yingchuan took advantage of the unpreparedness of the attendants, and suddenly made trouble and killed one.

The other two chamberlains died at their hands. Gonggong Jiang and Gonggong Ma still have a life because it is still useful. Otherwise, they would have killed them together.

Die! Die, and perish!

The corners of Roche's mouth twitched a few times, and his expression was strange, as if crying and laughing.

"Roche," the prince of Yingchuan called out in sympathy. Roche quickly came back to his senses and bowed his head in response.

"Come here, take off the cloth from the emperor's mouth."

The prince of Yingchuan put his long sword against Emperor Yongming's chest. The sharp tip of the sword exuded the chill and murderous aura of the forest, and easily pierced the clothes and pierced into the flesh.

As soon as he exerted his strength, the sword would pierce Emperor Yongming's chest.

Whether it is the Son of Heaven or the people, there is only one life.

Emperor Yongming's whole body trembled, and his body was wet, and a fishy breath rushed straight to his nose.

Roche frowned in disgust and reached out to take out the rags.

At the moment of life and death, Emperor Yongming didn't dare to cry out for pain, so he endured the pain and asked tremblingly, "What do you want?"

"Abdication!"

The prince of Yingchuan coldly spit out a few words: "I wrote an edict, and I let you go."

Emperor Yongming was unable to tell whether these words were true or false. As a fish on someone else's chopping board, you must have the consciousness of fish. After a moment's hesitation, a sharp sword would plunge into his chest.

This sharp sword is the sword of the Son of Heaven. The hilt of the sword is inlaid with nine large and ornate gemstones, and the sword is slender and unmatchedly sharp. qδ.net

On weekdays, the sword is placed in the dormitory

It's like a room full of gold, silver and jade, but it's just a decoration. Now, in the hands of the prince of Yingchuan, it has become a sharp weapon for plotting against the palace.

Emperor Yongming's heart was filled with chagrin and remorse, and he struggled to open his eyes that were squeezed into gaps by fat, and his voice trembled: "Okay, I will write the edict, write it now."

Yingchuan Wang Shizi exhaled vigorously and grinned. Turning his head, he ordered several beauties to help Emperor Yongming up.

The beauties are all forced into the palace, and their encounters are not much different from Roche's. Their parents, brothers, husbands, and sons are all in the hands of the prince of Yingchuan, so they can't help but obey orders.

Several beauties helped up Emperor Yongming with their hands and feet. There was an accidental catch on the wound where Emperor Yongming had been peeled, and Emperor Yongming screamed in pain.

When the ministers guarding the door of the dormitory heard the miserable cry of the Son of Heaven, they were shocked and angry, and they shouted angrily: "Don't hurt the emperor!"

"Stop!"

The prince of Yingchuan's eyes flashed red, and he had fallen into madness, ignoring the shouts outside the door, and urged sharply: "Write an edict quickly!"

Emperor Yongming's tears fell: "Let Ma Sansi come and serve the pen and ink."

The dignified son of heaven is served by someone to pick up a pen and write on weekdays. Where the pen, ink and paper were, he didn't know.

The prince of Yingchuan snorted coldly and ordered a beauty to go to Ma Gonggong's side. The beauty plucked a long golden hairpin from her head and plunged it into Ma Gonggong's arm.

Ma Gonggong, who was unconscious, suddenly woke up in pain.

Ma Gonggong opened his eyes in a cold sweat, and the tragic scene in front of him came into view, and the severe pain in his body instinctively made him cry out in pain, and then all of them were stuck in his throat.

The prince of Yingchuan sneered sadly: "Gonggong Ma went to find pen, ink and paper, and the emperor wants to write an edict."

Emperor Yongming's tears and snot all came down, and a fat face twitched violently due to pain, embarrassed, how could there be any imperial majesty.

Ma Gonggong was stabbed with a sword in the chest, and the blood stained half of his clothes, and when he moved slightly, the blood seeped out again, and the pain made people want to faint again.

"Ma Sansi, go quickly." With a little force, the tip of the sword pierced another inch. Emperor Yongming's face trembled, and his voice was terrible.

Ma Gonggong trembled and struggled to get up, staggering a few steps. Under the cold gaze of the prince of Yingchuan, he trembled and took out a pen and paper.

In fact, the Son of Heaven is not so arbitrary. The blank decree was specially made by the craftsmen of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, written by the Hanlin scholars, stamped with the imperial seal, and an additional copy was written to be kept in the Hanlin Academy. In this way, it is the holy decree that conforms to the norm.

There are many drugs and utensils in the bedroom of the Son of Heaven, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are just prepared, and they are almost never used on weekdays.

I don't care about that anymore.

Ma Gonggong laid out the paper on the table next to him and used the water left over from last night to study the ink. During this period, blood gushed out from the wound on his chest again and again, and he gritted his teeth and endured it.

The prince of Yingchuan said coldly, "Go and write the edict."