Two hours later.

In the Jinluan Palace, a Zen throne ceremony was held that had never been seen before or since.

Officials who died or were seriously injured and could not move accounted for about 10 percent. All the courtiers who could still get up and walk came, lined up on both sides of the Jinluan Palace.

Their hearts were like frying and their faces were calm, and they didn't even have the mood to whisper in each other's ears.

This absurd farce is destined to go down in history. Emperor Yongming will be ridiculed for eternity, and they, loyal ministers and good generals, will also be made this shameful stroke by the history book.

At this moment, even the most loyal Duke Dingguo had the same rebellious thoughts as Queen Su in his mind.

Why didn't Emperor Yongming die?

As long as Emperor Yongming takes the initiative to die, he can still preserve the last dignity of the emperor. The ministers have no worries, and one person and one punch can smash the prince of Yingchuan who committed chaos into pulp.

Disordered footsteps rang out. All the ministers turned their heads together. I saw the prince of Yingchuan swaggering over, and six beauties came together with Emperor Yongming, who was half-bloodstained.

One of the beauties, holding a long sword in her hand, pressed against the neck of Emperor Yongming. As Emperor Yongming moved forward, the sharp blade cut through the flesh from time to time, and blood spilled and slipped from time to time.

Ma Gonggong endured the severe pain and followed at the end. The blood that overflowed from his chest had stained his clothes red. As for Gonggong Jiang, he was still unconscious and lying on the floor of the bedroom.

Angry flames shot out of Dingguo Gong's eyes, staring fiercely at the beauty Luo.

Roche was so frightened that his right hand shook, and the blade of the sword cut deeper. Emperor Yongming burst into tears.

"Let them all kneel." The prince of Yingchuan glanced at Emperor Yongming.

Emperor Yongming's voice was full of tears: "Kneel down."

The ministers endured the humiliation and knelt down unwillingly.

The prince of Yingchuan stood in front of the dragon chair, looking at the courtiers kneeling all over the ground, and his heart was extremely happy. He laughed uncontrollably.

This laughter, mixed with the sound of fighting outside the hall, blended with irony.

"Ma Sansi!" The prince of Yingchuan said in a loud voice, "You first read out the emperor's edict of abdication."

Ma Sansi wiped his eyes with his sleeve and staggered over. As a close attendant of the Son of Heaven, he often read edicts. However, it was the first time in his life that he read the edict of abdication.

Just a few lines of words, heavy as a thousand pounds. Ma Gonggong opened his mouth, and tears flowed out. only hates that the Son of Heaven is in the hands of the prince of Yingchuan, and no one can help the prince of Yingchuan.

Ma Gonggong's crying voice came into his ears.

The faces of all the ministers were extremely ugly.

Zhou Shangshu, who had been kneeling on the ground, stood up and opened his mouth to say, "The emperor wants to be the prince of Yingchuan, please ask Rong Chen to ask the emperor in person, is the emperor willing?"

The eyes of the prince of Yingchuan were like poisonous snakes, and he stared at Luo. Luo's whole body trembled, gritted his teeth hard, and blood gushed down from Emperor Yongming's neck.

Emperor Yongming suddenly screamed in horror: "Yes, I am willing, and I will never regret it!" Hurry up and hold a Zen ceremony! In the future, the prince of Yingchuan will be the son of heaven, and I will be the emperor."

Dingguo Gong couldn't bear it anymore, got up suddenly, and said angrily: "How can the emperor pass on the country to such a despicable and shameless villain!"

"Please give an order from the emperor, and the ministers will save the driver immediately!"

The seventy-year-old Dingguo Gong, like an angry tiger, will rush over at any time.

The prince of Yingchuan felt a chill in his heart, and scolded sharply: "This is the world of the Xu family. The crown prince is dead, the emperor has no intention or ability to sit on the dragon chair, pass the throne to me, you are a general, you can only obey the orders of the Son of Heaven. Do you want to disobey?"

Emperor Yongming also cried out, "Feng Ping! I command you to kneel down at once."

The sword pierced the neck, and blood flowed unchecked. If he continues like this, he will die of blood before the Zen ceremony is over.

In the face of life and death, the dignity of the emperor and the righteousness of the monarch and the ministers were all thrown aside by Emperor Yongming.

Not to mention Dingguogong, even the ministers were full of sadness and despair.

Zhou Shangshu gritted his teeth and looked at the minister of Dingguo.

Everything is

Expedient, just stall for time.

Dingguo Gong's eyes were red, and he slowly bent his knees and knelt down again.

The prince of Yingchuan secretly breathed a long sigh of relief, and his voice was raised again: "You all heard it. The emperor took the initiative to meditate on me. Zhou Shangshu, immediately hold a Zen throne ceremony."

Zhou Shangshu endured the humiliation, took two steps forward, turned to face the ministers, and said a word. Except for the prince of Yingchuan, who listened to it with a smug face, the rest of the people couldn't wait to plug their ears.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew diagonally into the Jinluan Palace. A civil servant kneeling at the door of the hall was shot by a sharp arrow, screamed miserably, and died on the spot.

Zhou Shangshu's face turned pale, and his voice stopped abruptly.

The faces of the ministers also changed.

In this palace change, in the end, the rebel thief had the upper hand, so he was about to enter the palace.

Yingchuan Wang Shizi sneered: "Don't stop, continue!"

Zhou Shangshu gritted his teeth and continued the Zen ceremony.

The dragon robe is the Yongming Emperor's, and it is very lenient. Wearing it on the body of the prince of Yingchuan, it is swaying, like a monkey putting on human clothes, which is quite ridiculous.

The prince of Yingchuan was very satisfied, and sat majestically on the dragon chair. Under the command of Zhou Shangshu, the ministers knelt and bowed.

This feeling of being bowed down by civil and military officials is really intoxicating.

The prince of Yingchuan was immersed in ecstasy, and suddenly laughed.

Ding Guogong's face was about to distort.

With his skills, as long as he rushes forward, he can crush this beast with a single punch. However, Emperor Yongming is in the hands of the prince of Yingchuan, the beauty Luo has never practiced martial arts, and he doesn't know how to control the power at all. Under the terror, the sword blade had already sunk into a pile of fat meat of Emperor Yongming. net

No one knows how much Emperor Yongming will have to endure and how long he will live.

The prince of Yingchuan didn't care how childish this Zen throne ceremony was. He sat in a good mood for a while, and then got up again: "I will wait for the Emperor to go to the bedroom to rest."

Zhou Shangshu hurriedly said: "The Emperor's injury is not light, and I implore the Emperor to allow the Imperial Doctor to go and heal his injuries."

The prince of Yingchuan sneered: "I have medicine for injuries here, and I will personally heal the Emperor Taishang later." Then, vigilantly swept around the ministers and slowly retreated.

Emperor Yongming, who was covered in blood and had no strength, also slowly walked back under the coercion of the long sword.

The ministers were speechless.

Silence drowned everyone like water.

Dingguo Gong broke the silence: "You go and wait outside the emperor's palace. All the generals will go out with me to kill the enemy."

It's so embarrassing.

The anger in my heart pierced my chest like a sharp knife.

The generals responded one after another, jumped up, and followed Dingguo Gong out of the Jinluan Palace.

A sharp arrow flew. Dingguo Gong quickly struck, held the sharp arrow, and then threw it back with all his might. Suddenly there was a miserable scream, and a traitor was shot in the face and fell to the ground.