The king looked at Xiao Yin intently, his eyes were deep, and a trace of murderous intent flashed, which was too fast for people to catch.

In addition to the murderous aura, his eyes were more disappointed.

He always thought he wouldn't come.

How many bloody storms, they have spent it hand in hand, and he has contributed a lot to his ascension to the throne.

But he came anyway.

Because of him, he has endured the Xiao family for many years, but he is raising tigers.

"What if the widow does not want to?" The king said slowly.

Behind Xiao Yin were countless archers, he glanced at the king, straightened his back, and his voice was extremely low: "If the king is unwilling, tomorrow at this time, everyone in the world will know that the king suddenly died, and it is rumored that Gongzi Yi is located." ”

Mrs. Hua slowly got up, stood beside Xiao Yin, looked at the king and said, "Whether the king wants it or not, the ending will not change." ”

The king had no words.

Zhao Yi also got up slowly.

He stepped forward a few steps, his eyes full of disappointment, and even a little pain, and he said: "Doesn't my father look down on his sons like this? Don't you believe that your sons can become a generation of Ming monarchs?"

He always thought that he would pass on the country of Zhao to him.

He didn't wake up from this dream until his father, who never thought of passing the throne to him, when he put him in the dungeon.

Otherwise, Zhao Xin would not have been praised and confronted him everywhere.

If it weren't for the sudden awakening.

No matter how much others instigate him, he will not plot rebellion, let alone force the palace.

There was no one behind the king.

But there was no trace of horror in his eyes.

He squinted at his most proud son, he has many heirs, whether it is in appearance or temperament, Zhao Yi is the most similar to him.

He shifted his gaze to Mrs. Hua and Xiao Yin.

If it weren't for their indulgence and spoiling, they gave the world a look that Zhao Guo was none other than Zhao Yi, and even wanted to be above him.

He might think about him as well.

"You've disappointed the widow!" He sat down slowly, even though he had said many insincere things, but this was what he had in mind.

Yes, he was disappointed, even disappointed.

He once thought that even if they were ambitious, they would not dare to do so.

Even though he imprisoned Zhao Yi in the dungeon, he never thought of asking for his life, father and son, blood connection, although he has long been accustomed to being called a lonely widow, but he has never had the idea of killing him.

Xiao Yin crossed his hands and said in a deep voice: "Please also ask the king to make a decision early!"

As soon as his voice fell, a guard came up with a three-foot white silk.

Zhao Yi and Mrs. Hua all looked like they were winning, and they looked at the king intently.

Su Qingyuan stood beside Xiao Yin, daring to look up at the king for the first time, no longer with that groveling look.

Xiao Yin glanced up at the guard and bowed slightly at him.

Step by step, the guard walked up the steps towards the king.

Xiao Yin said in a deep voice: "Then don't blame us for being ruthless. ”

His voice fell.

The guard walked up to the king in a few steps, pulled the three-foot white silk with both hands, and raised his hand to put it on the king's neck.

"Bang......" At that moment, the closed door of the main hall was slammed open.

Sunset.

Zhao Xin wore silver armor against the light and strode in.

The archers brought by Xiao Yin were instantly surrounded by the silver-armored guards behind Zhao Xin, layer by layer.

The tide turned in an instant.

Xiao Yin, Zhao Yi, Su Qingyuan, and Mrs. Hua were all surprised.

Mrs. Hua said with a panicked face: "Why are you here?"

Doesn't he come in this way to show that all those who they left outside are dead?

The king squinted at Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin strode past those people, knelt heavily in front of the king, and arched his hand and said: "It's too late for the son to save the driver!