Emperor Yongming endured the pain and gasped, "You move the sword away."

Yingchuan Wang Shizi sneered, not only did not move the sword, but stabbed a little deeper: "Don't test my patience."

Emperor Yongming had to give in, and climbed out of bed stiffly and humiliatedly, his chest smeared with blood.

After sitting down, the sword finally moved from his chest. Before Emperor Yongming could breathe a sigh of relief, the long sword had already reached the back of his neck.

With a single force, you can cut off his head.

"I said, you can write it." The compassionate voice of the prince of Yingchuan sounded in the ears of Emperor Yongming:

"I'm mediocre and unworthy of being a king. Xu Yi, the son of the king of Yingchuan, is the blood of the Xu family, intelligent and benevolent, and has a pure character, and today I will pass the throne to Xu Yi."

The blade cut through the flesh of the back of his neck, and blood gushed out.

Emperor Yongming wept while writing an edict of abdication.

When people reach the end of their rope, they probably regret the mistakes they have made. For example, Emperor Yongming was so remorseful that his intestines were green at this time.

I knew that there would be such a day, and after announcing that the prince of the vassal kingdom would enter Beijing that day, I should not be soft-hearted. should find an excuse to kill all the princes of several feudal lords. There would be no today's disaster!

There are also Murong Yao, Murong Shen, father and son, who are loyal on the surface, but in fact they are wolf ambitions, and they dare to collude with the prince of Yingchuan to rebel. He was really blind that day, and he trusted and valued their father and son so much!

When his son was alive, these ghosts did not dare to move. As soon as the prince closed his eyes, they immediately turned against each other......

He should really listen to the words of the prince and set up Xu Jing as the prince earlier. In this way, Xu Jing will be able to occupy the righteousness of the name and will not give the prince of Yingchuan a chance.

Emperor Yongming finished writing the edict in tears.

The prince of Yingchuan looked at the edict, and his eyes shot a bright light of greed and eagerness. His chest heaved a few times, and his voice was excited: "Ma Sansi, go and stamp the imperial seal."

"The Imperial Seal of the Son of Heaven has a special storage place." Ma Sansi covered the wound with his hand and replied cautiously, lest his words be careless, which would anger the already crazy prince of Yingchuan in front of him: "The prince asks the slave to ask for the imperial seal of the Son of Heaven."

The prince of Yingchuan glanced at Gonggong Ma, and suddenly laughed cruelly: "The emperor is in my hands, if you dare to play any tricks, I will immediately take the emperor's life."

"Go and get the seal, and tell the courtiers outside. Just say that the emperor has written an edict of abdication and wants to pass on the throne to me. Let them prepare for the enthronement ceremony. I will give them three hours, and when I ascend the throne and sit on the dragon chair, I will worship the emperor."

Ma Gonggong didn't know whether he was shocked or shocked, or if he was bleeding too much, so he didn't respond for a while with a white face.

Emperor Yongming suddenly screamed like a pig.

With force in the hands of the prince of Yingchuan, the sharp blade sank into the flesh of the back of Emperor Yongming's neck.

"Go!" Emperor Yongming was about to collapse, tears welled up, and his voice was hoarse: "Ma Sansi, go quickly!"

Ma Gonggong's tears also welled up. When Emperor Yongming was still the prince, Gonggong Ma served by his master's side. For more than 20 years, Ma Gonggong has accompanied his master all the way to become the prince, and then sat on the dragon chair to become the supreme in the world. How could Emperor Yongming ever be so humiliated and despised like this?

Ma Gonggong knocked his head three times on the ground, and then staggered to his feet. As he pushed the door, the wound opened again, and blood gushed out, staining the placket red.

The ministers guarding the door were all startled and quickly gathered around.

Dingguo Gong looked at the sparks, and asked sharply, "Why did Ma Gonggong come out? What about the Emperor?"

The official secretary also hurriedly asked, "How is the emperor now? Did that traitor hurt the emperor?"

Ma Gonggong endured the sharp pain in his chest and quickly whispered, "The prince of Yingchuan forced the emperor to write an edict of abdication, and ordered the servants to ask for the imperial seal. Also, he wants you to prepare for the enthronement ceremony, and the Zen throne ceremony will be held in three hours. In the future, he will serve the emperor as the emperor."

All the ministers were stunned.

The throne of previous dynasties has changed, and bloody storms are not uncommon. However, it is also the first person like Yingchuan Wang Shizi to write an abdication edict with the Son of Heaven as a hostage.

Such a move, yes

Call it crazy!

Through the crack in the door, the cry of Emperor Yongming came out: "Go! Everything is up to him!"

The arrogant laughter of the prince of Yingchuan also reached everyone's ears.

Regardless of the severe pain in the wound, Ma Gonggong hurried to ask for the imperial seal.

The ministers were all as pale as the bottom of a black pot, especially Dingguo Gong, who was already furious, clenched his fists, and was about to rush in again. was stopped by the Ministry of Shangshu and others: "Dingguo Gong must not act rashly!"

"The emperor is still in the hands of traitors!"

"Don't anger the prince of Yingchuan, if something bad happens to the emperor, it's too late for you and me to regret it."

If the prince of Yingchuan really swung his sword and beheaded Emperor Yongming, the sky of the Great Jin Dynasty would completely collapse. Outside, there are still Murong father and son leading the troops to force the palace, and the ministers have no leader, isn't it completely chaotic?

Dingguo Gong spewed flames in his eyes and swept around: "Then what do you say? Shall we really listen to the rebels, and prepare for the enthronement ceremony?"

"In the future, Secretary Shi's stroke, the emperor will become a laughing stock for the ages. You and I are all rebels who work for the tiger."

They are all loyal ministers of the Great Jin Dynasty, how can they fall into such a ridiculous notoriety?!

Liu Shangshu's face was bitter, and his voice was hoarse and obscure: "I can't care so much now, let's keep the emperor safe first."

Zhou Shangshu's body trembled for a moment, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Liu Shangshu is right. Let's start with a perfunctory one or two and stall for time. If Murong and his son lead the troops into the Jinluan Palace, you and I will be a dead word, where can we care about what happens after death."

Speaking of Murong father and son, Ji Shangshu's body kept trembling, and his head was almost lowered into his chest.

I don't know if I regret marrying Ji Yunshu to a traitor, or if I am secretly planning a way out.

The ministers were so confused that no one paid attention to Ji Shangshu's expression, and continued to discuss in a low voice: "Then prepare for the Zen throne ceremony according to what the traitor said."

"There is a sound of killing outside the Jinluan Palace, you and I are trapped here, how can you prepare? What are you going to prepare?"

At a critical time, Zhou Shangshu was still flexible and quickly came up with a countermeasure: "In extraordinary times, do extraordinary things. There is a dragon robe that the emperor has not worn in the Jinluan Palace, and he will use it for a while. All the officials are also here, so when the time comes, they can bow down and bow together."

Anyway, he is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he has the final say on how to hold the Zen throne ceremony that has never been held in the Great Jin Dynasty.

King Huaide was the first to echo: "Just do what Zhou Shangshu said."

Anyway, these are all perfunctory fools to the prince of Yingchuan, and they can't be taken seriously.

The ministers nodded their heads to second, and Dingguo Gong also shut his mouth when he thought of his son who rushed out of the palace.

The most important thing to lack now is time.

First appease the prince of Yingchuan, save the life of the son of heaven, and then try to do anything else.