The rain has been falling, and the dripping raindrops have drifted into the hall, Liu Yijing was already soaked, and now standing here, he would have been groggy for a long time, if it wasn't for the string stretched, he would have fainted in the hall.

At this time, hearing Zhu Youxiao's laughter made Liu Yijing feel even more desperate.

"Is Your Majesty really unwilling to take down the Duke of Langguo Wang Qi for the sake of the world's scholars?" Liu Yijing raised his head with difficulty and looked at Zhu Youxiao on the jade steps in the distance, and a double image had already appeared in his eyes.

"In the current dynasty, now, what I need is the ruling talent of the Duke of Langguo, if you really want to be an enemy of him," Zhu Youxiao shook his head: "Then, I have no choice." ”

"Your Majesty?" Liu Yijing was slightly stunned, he didn't understand what the emperor meant, what did he mean by no way?

"I won't kill you, I won't kill Zuo Guangdou, Yang Lian and others, I will really let you live, take a good look, in this world, if I am sitting here, will it be chaotic!" Zhu Youxiao waved his sleeves high: "Ye Aiqing!" ”

"The minister is here!"

"Proposed purpose, Zuo Guangdou, Yang Lian and others moved to Nanjing Yingtianfu Yin, Nanjing Ministry Shangshu, and the rest of the people, etc., also entered Nanzhili, Liu Yijing, Zhao Nanxing, Gao Panlong and others returned to Nanjing within a time limit."

"Your Majesty! I'd rather die! Liu Yijing spoke categorically and interrupted Zhu Youxiao's words.

If he hadn't seen Wang Qi die in Beijing, he would never have gone back to Nanjing.

"Wei Zhongxian," Zhu Youxiao glanced at the Dongchang factory.

"Your Majesty, the slave is here!"

"Send someone to send Lord Liu back to Nanjing!"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the slave and maid will definitely send it back safely."

Hearing that Zhu Youxiao wanted Dongchang to send him back, Liu Yijing immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, the old minister would rather die!" Lao Chen would rather die! ”

However, on the dragon chair, Zhu Youxiao had already gotten up and walked away

Seeing Zhu Youxiao's distant back, Liu Yijing's brain suddenly surged up, and the resolute anger rushed to his brain: "Old minister, I'd rather die!" ”

After that, Liu Yijing used all his strength, using his hands and feet at the same time, almost stumbling, and crashed towards the bronze crane on the side.

"Lord Liu!"

"Liu Jihui!"

It happened suddenly, and Ye Xianggao couldn't stop it at all.

In the next moment, there was a heavy bang, and the crane fell to the ground.

Boom!

The sound of the head breaking was like a papaya grinning and a watermelon falling to the ground.

In the next second, with a plop, Liu Yijing was already lying on the ground, and a large amount of blood instantly overflowed from under his body.

The blood and rain were compatible, soaked in the bluestone slabs, and flowed farther away.

"Imperial Doctor! Call the Imperial Doctor! ”

The hall was in chaos.

Although Ye Xianggao and Sun Chengzong were at odds with Liu Yijing, at this time, Liu Yijing could not die in the main hall.

You know,

Outside the Chengtian Gate, there are still hundreds of scholars kneeling, and hundreds of people are watching!

When this news spreads, what do the people of the world think?

And Zhu Youxiao, who had just walked out of the side hall, heard the report and walked back slowly.

"Your Majesty, it happened suddenly, unprepared, unprepared!!" Wang Tiqian was also sweating profusely at the moment, and he was at a loss.

"Just don't let him die here," Zhu Youxiao observed for a long time, frowned and ordered, and then turned around and left again.

So commanded?

So indifferent?

Zhao Nanxing and Gao Panlong, who were still busy taking care of Liu Yijing, were completely dead in the face of such a reaction from the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

Seeing this situation, Ye Xianggao and Sun Chengzong also understood that the Donglin Party was completely gone.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse swayed from side to side many times, and finally chose to believe in Wang Qi and himself.

Thundered.

Thunder roared.

It was as if a hole had been broken, and the rain was pouring down uncontrollably.

In front of Chengtian Gate, under the heavy rain, there were still students and officials from all over the world, who were all waiting for Liu Yijing to bring the news of victory.

Wu Xiuwen stood at the front of the crowd, staring motionlessly in the direction of Chengtianmen with a pair of eyes.

Liu Yijing and the others have been in for half an hour, and they should be about to come out.

Wu Xiuwen knows that if Donglin can win this time, he will be able to rely on this wave and become a role model for students in the world in one fell swoop, and at the same time, he can climb the high branches of Donglin bosses.

"Victory is assured!" Wu Xiuwen secretly clenched his fists, as if he was cheering himself up.

"The gates of the Imperial City are open!"

"It's coming out!"

At this moment, as everyone watched, the Chengtian Gate slowly opened.

The first to come out were Ye Xianggao and Sun Chengzong, followed by Zhao Nanxing, and Gao Panlong, and then later.

"Where's Lord Liu?" Wu Xiuwen was a little puzzled, he didn't see Liu Yijing's figure.

What is that?

Someone had better eyes, and had seen the rear, and four or five eunuchs came out carrying a plank, on which lay a man.

"Go find the sedan chair!" Zhao Nanxing walked in front at the moment, beckoning his entourage to carry the people on the plank up.

"It's Lord Liu!" Wu Xiuwen's heart throbbed, and his body had already rushed forward.

At the same time, officials and scholars also rushed forward, wanting to see how Liu Yijing was doing.

"Get out of the way, let the sedan chair in!" Zhao Nanxing and Gao Panlong commanded everyone, wanting to carry Liu Yijing to the sedan chair first.

Soon, everyone knew what had happened in the Great Hall!

Liu Yijing died in the main hall,

Banged his head into the bronze crane, and the blood flowed on the spot.

And the result?

The emperor was unmoved, and Wang Qi was still safe and sound in Jizhou Mansion.

When Zhao Nanxing sat in a sedan chair and was leaving, he sent someone to tell Wu Xiuwen and asked him to take the country's eunuchs and soldiers to disperse early: "Let's go away first, this matter is beyond the power of man!" ”

The Imperial Forest Army was still guarding the Imperial City, and Wei Fangde was still standing on the city tower with a mocking smile on his face.

Ye Xianggao and Sun Chengzong left in a sedan chair, and no one looked at the scholars and officials.

Liu Yijing failed, and the people who were originally kneeling at the gate of the imperial city gradually dispersed.

The heavy rain finally stopped, and the clouds gradually dispersed.

The farce of Chengtianmen is over.

But this struggle is far from over.

Beizhen Fusi, Imperial Prison.

Yang Lian was thrown into prison for half a month.

Wei Zhongxian specially instructed that no one was allowed to approach Yang Lian except for delivering food.

Therefore, for more than ten days, no one has said a word to Yang Lian.

This famous iron-blooded imperial history was leaning against the dark and damp blood-stained wall at the moment, three or five rats shook their tails and crawled over their legs and arms, Yang Lian still had his eyes closed, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, hulala, the sound of unlocking sounded.

In the darkness, a man dressed in black paused and stopped at the door of Yang Lian's cell.

Yang Lian slowly opened his eyes and looked at the comer.

"Liu Yijing, dead," the man in black said in a hoarse voice, full of anger.

Yang Lian didn't react to Liu Yijing's death, but said, "His Royal Highness King Xin shouldn't come here at this time. ”

"What can this king do?" Zhu Youzhen was sad.

"If possible," Yang Lian pondered for a while: "Only by destroying his body can he destroy his deeds." ”

"Kill him?" Zhu Youzhen repeated.

"Kill him!"

(End of chapter)