The prince of Yingchuan had his arms broken, and his hands and feet were firmly bound by thick and sturdy ropes. The whole person fell to the ground, like a shrimp about to get out of the oil pot, struggling hard.

He was still wearing a dragon robe.

The ministers hated the prince of Yingchuan who was rebellious. It's just that, as a courtier, he has a natural awe of the dragon robe. It is not their turn to deal with the prince of Yingchuan. The ministers subconsciously avoided it.

The prince of Yingchuan writhed vigorously while shouting frantically: "The emperor has written an edict of abdication, and it has been passed on to me. You've all bowed down to me, don't you want to admit it now? You claim to be loyal ministers of the Great Jin Dynasty, where are you loyal? Let me go!"

"Do you want to support Xu Jing and fight for a dragon's skill, yes or no? Hahaha! This throne is already mine, and I have an abdication edict, and no one can snatch my throne......

A figure strode over and kicked it with an outstretched leg.

It is in the mouth and nose of the prince of Yingchuan.

The screaming and shouting of the prince of Yingchuan stopped abruptly, the bridge of his nose was kicked off, and tears of pain flowed wildly. A large mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and two teeth of sea oil in the blood.

The prince of Xihe burned with anger in his eyes, squatted down, stared at the prince of Yingchuan, and said one word: "Xu Yi! If you want to compete with Xu Jing for the throne, you should fight for it openly!"

"What's that now?"

"You are a descendant of the Xu family, but you colluded with Murong Yao's father and son to make trouble, taking advantage of the prince's funeral to make trouble. You held the Son of Heaven hostage, forced the Son of Heaven to write an edict of abdication, and forced the ministers to bow down."

"Do you know how many people have died in the palace in the past two days? 30,000 Janissaries, almost destroyed. The ministers of the Great Jin Dynasty, the pillars of the humerus, nearly twenty people died."

"Murong Yao's father and son are ambitious, hateful, and killable, and what is even more despicable is you Xu Yi. Why do you still have the face to shout! If you dare to make a sound, I'll kill you right now!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he pulled out a long knife with a bang and struck it across the neck of the prince of Yingchuan.

Yingchuan Wang Shizi coughed violently a few times, coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely raised his head with the last strength, and snorted Xihe Wang Shizi: "You keep accusing me, you are actually very envious in your heart! I'm falling short, otherwise, I'd be on the dragon chair now! With Emperor Yongming, a faint monarch, to be buried with me, it is enough for me to die. Hahaha!"

"You coward, you think of everything, you don't dare to do anything. Just wait for Xu Jing to lead the troops back to Beijing and ascend the throne and sit on the dragon chair......

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked in the center by the iron-faced prince of Xihe, and fainted with a miserable scream.

Zhou Shangshu and the others glanced at it silently, and quickly turned their heads.

The overall situation has been decided, now clean up the mess and wait for Xu Jing to return to Beijing. No one cares about the thoughts of the prince of Xihe.

Through the heavy figures, Zhao Xiyan turned his head to look at the prince of Xihe, and then withdrew his gaze.

Zhou Shangshu, who was kneeling on the ground, choked up and said to Ding Guogong, "Grandpa Guo, the emperor has died and returned to heaven, what should I do now?"

Dingguo Gong's injury was not light, and he rushed into the Son of Heaven's bedroom and knelt down before, and he had exhausted his strength. At this time, the injury collapsed again, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and the prince of Dingguo was holding on with an anxious face.

Zhou Shangshu's words, Dingguo Gong was powerless to respond, and Dingguo Gong's prince said in a low voice: "Everything will wait for the queen to wake up, and then make a decision."

As a courtier, you can't overstep your bounds.

Half an hour later, Queen Su finally woke up leisurely.

The first thing that caught my eye was Zhao Xiyan's anxious and anxious face: "Niangniang has finally woken up!"

Queen Su's lips moved, but there was no sound. She was so angry and grieved that she lost her voice again. Tears poured out quickly, dripping big and big, and their eyes were blank and empty.

These two nights and two days were like a nightmare.

She lost her son, and now, even her husband is gone.

She had always hated and hated this man. But at this moment, looking at the cold corpse on the dragon couch, her heart seemed to be torn to pieces.

"Please make an order for the queen to bury the emperor's body!"

Dingguo Gong rested for half an hour, breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke in a low voice.

Empress Su is not ordinarily weak in the end

The girl cried bitterly for a moment, forced herself to stop, and tried her best to squeeze out a few low words: "Spread the oracle of the palace, ring the death knell, and set up a mourning hall!"

Dingguo Gong and Zhou Shangshu and others responded to the order.

The ministers were originally dressed in white, but after this earth-shattering turmoil, some people were injured, and some people were stained with blood when they walked. But that's not the time to go.

Emperor Yongming is dead, and there are still nearly twenty corpses in the Jinluan Palace. As for the corpses outside the Jinluan Palace, they were piled up.

It will take at least two or three days to clean up thoroughly.

Almost all the palace guards died in this turmoil, and those who were alive were also scarred. General Tao was seriously injured and was carried to the side hall, where the imperial doctor was in first aid.

All kinds of trivial matters, a thousand things, there must be someone to lead.

Empress Su glanced at Zhao Xiyan, Zhao Xiyan nodded slightly, and said to the father and son of Dingguo, "The responsibility of guarding the palace will be handed over to the grandfather and the prince for the time being."

Dingguo Gong's father and son surrendered their orders together.

Zhao Xiyan looked at Zhou Shangshu again: "The emperor's funeral, please ask Zhou Shangshu to bother more."

The civil officials are headed by the Ministry of Officials, and now the Ministry of Officials is dead in the hands of the traitors, and Zhou Shangshu, who is the Ministry of Rites, can take over the heavy responsibility in both affection and reason.

Zhou Shangshu didn't dare to show the ecstasy in his heart, and responded with a heavy face.

In the end, Zhao Xiyan invited three princes of the vassal who escaped death to come over: "The emperor died, the prince died early, and the prince of Beihai has not yet returned to Beijing. Please three of you, wearing filial piety clothes, kneel for the emperor's mourning."

Why should they listen to her?

There was a fire in the heart of the prince of Xihe, and the prince of Hanyang and the prince of Pengcheng beside him had already rushed to respond.

The prince of the king of Xihe responded with a stupid voice, and said coldly: "The emperor returns to heaven, and the vassal kings should also run to mourn."

This is actually ill-intentioned.

The emperor and the crown prince are all dead, the ministers have no owners, and the vassal kings have entered the capital. There are many people and many things, a pool of muddy waters, who can really laugh until the end is not easy to say!

Zhao Xiyan glanced at the prince of Xihe, and said lightly, "Let's listen to what Niangniang has to say!"

The prince of Xihe Wang touched a hard nail, and snorted coldly in his nose.

Empress Su frowned, glanced at the prince of Xihe, and then squeezed out a sentence in a hoarse voice: "Order the vassal king to enter the capital!"

The crown prince died, the emperor returned to heaven, and the palace was in turmoil. At this time, instead of waiting for the vassal kings to make waves in the domain, it is better to let them all enter the capital.

If Xu Jing wants to successfully inherit the throne and sit on the dragon chair, he must let all the vassal kings bow their heads and approve it.

Empress Su gave an order, and this will soon spread out of the court, and the messenger was three people and nine horses, and they rushed to the domain day and night.

The death knell sounded in the palace again, one by one, echoing over the capital.