These two tall men, one in his forties, were full of murderous eyes. One is in his twenties, handsome and cold.

It was Murong Yao, Murong Shen, father and son.

From the moment the troops were sent to force the palace, until now, it has been two nights and one day. It is impossible to calculate how many people died in the palace. There are countless serious injuries.

There are only about two thousand traitors left behind Murong father and son. One by one, covered in blood, with hideous and murderous faces, like a group of demons who have broken out of hell.

The two thousand people rushed to the outside of the Jinluan Palace, and the guards who had originally had the upper hand suddenly fell behind. The five hundred soldiers of the East Palace brought by the left commander fought desperately, exchanged their lives for their lives, and barely held the palace gate.

Ding Guogong was stabbed in the left arm, and the blood flowed profusely.

Wu Anbo was injured in the back.

However, at this time, it has come to the final moment of a life-and-death showdown. To take a step back is to die. Behind them, there was Emperor Yongming, a group of ministers, and the ladies in the East Palace.

They can't retreat, they can only fight to the death.

Wu Anbo was ready to lose his life at any time, and he was secretly ruthless in his heart. Lao Tzu is dead, but he still has a son and two grandsons. There are successors to the Zhu family.

Wu Anbo, who risked his life, didn't know that Zhu Zhenchuan had already led his own soldiers into the palace.

General Tao, who was injured in more than ten places and was unable to get up to fight again, didn't know that his unsuccessful little son led people into the palace.

If it weren't for the fact that they desperately dragged Murong Yao's father and son, Murong Yao and Murong Shen would have rushed outside the Jinluan Hall two hours ago.

The sound of killing outside the Jinluan Hall spread into the hall.

The faces of the Wenchen turned pale, and their legs trembled.

When the shadow of death hangs over the head, it is human instinct to want to survive. No one dared to say the thoughts that were swirling in their hearts.

If Murong Yao and Murong Shen really rushed into the Jinluan Palace, how many people could die generously? How many people will change from a traitor to a traitor?

A man's voice suddenly sounded: "It's time to wait, wait is death. I'm going to fight the thieves outside the temple! Who will go with me?"

The first to open his mouth was the fierce temperament of Meng Yushi.

All the ministers looked at it in unison.

Meng Yushi's eyes burst with sparks, his handsome and elegant face was full of determination, and he said again in a loud voice under the complicated gaze of the ministers: "Although I have never practiced martial arts, I am also a dignified seven-foot man, and I don't want to be caught and die like this. Who will go with me?"

A bloody servant suddenly shouted, "I'll go too!"

With the leader, someone will soon respond.

The official secretary did not stop it, and it was too late to stop it. I watched Meng Yushi and six or seven other younger officials stride out.

Zhou Shangshu sighed in a low voice, "This is the style of the Great Jin Wenchen. I'm waiting for the old bones, and I can't fight hard, so it's better to go outside the emperor's palace together. If the traitor enters the palace, we can still be loyal to the emperor with flesh and blood!"

Several Shangshu nodded silently.

Ji Shangshu, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You go, I'll stay."

Zhou Shangshu and the others raised their eyes together.

Ji Shangshu was a little weak by the eyes of his colleagues, and said forcefully: "I want to personally ask Murong Yao, Murong Shen, father and son, why they rebelled."

I want to stay, and I want to be the first to surrender to the traitor!

Everyone sneered in their hearts, disdainful and had no time to worry about Ji Shangshu, and left one after another.

Ji Shangshu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and gritted his teeth secretly.

Life and death are just around the corner. Either way, let's save my life first. For the sake of his granddaughter's face, it was expected that Murong Yao and Murong Shen would not kill him.

Moreover, Murong Yao's father and son plotted to usurp the throne, if they really won the world, they would never be able to kill all the old ministers. There must be a group of courtiers to take care of government affairs. He was the first to surrender and would definitely be able to save his life.

Inside the Son of Heaven's dormitory.

The prince of Yingchuan, who was wearing a wide dragon robe and did not have the demeanor of the Son of Heaven, had a violent face, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and the long sword in his hand was waved.

The beauty Luo Che screamed miserably, and a puff of blood burst out of her chest, and she fell softly

went on.

The rest of the beauties were so frightened that their legs went weak.

Luo had already been stabbed to death with a sword, and the prince of Yingchuan was still resentful, so he held the sword and stabbed a few more times.

On the wide dragon couch, the fat Emperor Yongming was lying upright, with a large pile of terrible blood stains under him, and the bloody breath was pungent. Looking at Emperor Yongming again, his eyes were wide open, his snort was cold, and he had already swallowed his breath.

It was all Luo's cheap maid who held the sword too hard in the Jinluan Palace, cutting the veins in the neck of Emperor Yongming. At that time, when he helped Emperor Yongming back, he felt that it was not good. After returning to the dormitory, he immediately bandaged Emperor Yongming to stop the bleeding.

It's a pity it's too late.

The bottle of powder was used up, and it didn't stop the bleeding. The blood in Emperor Yongming's body was almost gone, and his body soon ran out of heat, so he swallowed his breath.

Finished!

As soon as Emperor Yongming died like this, he had nothing to rely on. The military generals of Wenchen will not spare him, and Murong Yao Murong Shen is ambitious, and he will not be willing to serve him as the new emperor.

A huge panic grabbed the chest of the prince of Yingchuan. He poked Roche's corpse a dozen times with a hideous face, and then suddenly looked up.

The other five beauties were already so frightened that they knelt on the ground and couldn't even spit out words begging for mercy.

Father-in-law Jiang never woke up, and after Father-in-law Ma, who had lost a lot of blood, fainted, he barely opened his eyes. When he saw this scene like hell on earth, Ma Gonggong quickly closed his eyes. Tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes.

The crown prince is dead.

The emperor also swallowed his breath.

The sky of the Great Jin Dynasty has completely collapsed.

Hurried and chaotic footsteps rang out outside the door. Immediately, Zhou Shangshu's voice came through the thick door panel: "The Murong rebel has rushed outside the Jinluan Palace. The ministers came to escort him, and asked the emperor to open the door, and let me protect the emperor with flesh and blood."

Ma Gonggong's eyelids moved, and he quietly opened a slit.

The prince of Yingchuan was stunned for a moment, then stood up, his face distorted terribly: "Murong Yao Murong Shen is really here?"

"Yes," the voice of Tobe Shangshu sounded outside the door, "Please open the door, the emperor." If the traitor wants to kill the emperor, he must step on the bones of his ministers."

The emperor in the mouths of the ministers is naturally Emperor Yongming.

No one took the child's play of the previous Zen ceremony to heart.

The prince of Yingchuan didn't know whether he didn't understand it, or he was self-anesthetized, and replied loudly: "All Aiqing are loyal, and I am very relieved."

"You don't have to come in, but stand guard outside the door, and be faithful to me. When the rebels are destroyed, I will reward them one by one."

The ministers outside the door looked at each other.

The officials' brows were about to be twisted into knots, and he quickly glanced at Zhou Shangshu.

Zhou Shangshu shook his head invisibly.

The emperor is still in the hands of the prince of Yingchuan. They should not be forced too hard. Furthermore, is there a difference between waiting inside the door and waiting outside the door?

Left and right are just waiting for death.