"Your Majesty, this is not allowed! The status of nobility is hereditary, how can it be easily cut off?" At this moment, Wei Ziqi stood up directly and admonished Di Xin.

At this time, Bigan was dead, and the ministers under him were panicking, so Wei Ziqi naturally wanted to seize this opportunity and bring the ministers of the Bigan family under his command.

If it had been before, Wei Ziqi might not have dared to come out, who knows if he would have been branded by Di Xin! But now that he knows that it is a fake Di Xin, Wei Ziqi will naturally not let go of this great opportunity to strengthen his power.

"Wei Ziqi, do you want to take the ministers of the Bigan family under your command? I'm not interested in playing games with you anymore! I have other things to do. Di Xin waved his hand impatiently and said.

Hearing Di Xin say this, although Wei Ziqi was slightly shocked in his heart, he still said righteously: "Your Majesty, why did you say this? Wei Ziqi is dedicated to the country, and the heart of his fist can be expressed in the sky. ”

"Okay, no more talk! Wei Ziqi, from today onwards, your official position has been cut, you are imprisoned in the mansion, and you will not be allowed to go out for the rest of your life. No one is allowed to approach the Wei Ziqi Mansion without permission! Someone is coming, escort him back to the mansion!"

After listening to Di Xin's will, all the ministers below were stupid, and they didn't know what Di Xin wanted to do? Isn't this to make the big merchants even more chaotic?

Originally, those courtiers who knew that Di Xin was back and wanted to continue to be like before were all honest at this time!

Originally, the reason why Di Xin was so cautious was that he didn't want to mess up the big merchants because of civil strife. But now that the Great Shang has been messed up by Maitreya, Di Xin doesn't care about that.

After dealing with these things, Di Xin finally opened his mouth to ask the question that he did not dare to touch, about his concubine and the two princes. Di Xin didn't even dare to sweep the entire palace with his divine sense, because he was afraid that the result would not make him acceptable.

"Fei Zhong, how are the ladies and my two princes?" Di Xin's voice was a little astringent, and the female Jiao on the side couldn't help but hold his left hand with both hands to comfort him.

Hearing Di Xin's words, Fei Zhong and You Hun both bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Say!" Dixin's voice was a little more stern, but the bitterness was heavier. Judging from Fei Zhong and You Hun's reactions, the ominous premonition in his heart was even heavier.

"Your Majesty, the queen mother was gouged out by Su Daji, her hands were burned, and she died of torture, and finally got the help of Daoist Yu Yuan and brought her back to life. The two princes were about to be beheaded by Maitreya when they were swept away by a strange wind. Huang Guifei was dropped from the star-picking tower by Maitreya some time ago and fell to her death, and Yang Guifei also ......" Fei Zhong said slowly in a low voice.

At this moment, a crisp cracking sound echoed in the silent hall, interrupting what Fei Zhong was about to say.

Fei Zhong looked up and saw Di Xin Tie with a blue face, the armrest on his right hand had been broken by Di Xin Shengsheng, and his eyes were red, as if he wanted to breathe fire.

Di Xin gritted his teeth and said nothing, sitting there with stiff muscles.

The female Jiao who held Di Xin's left hand, saw Di Xin's appearance, and said to the ministers below: "Retreat from the court! Your Majesty needs to be quiet!"

The ministers below listened to Nujiao's words, and then looked at Di Xin, who didn't say a word, but none of them dared to move.

"Retreat from the court!" Fei Zhong Youhun stayed!" Di Xin spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.

Hearing Di Xin's words, those ministers hurriedly bowed down and withdrew from the Nine Halls, only Fei Zhong and You Hun stood there quietly, waiting for Di Xin's order.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Nujiao asked as she looked at Di Xin with some concern.

"I don't want to say goodbye for a long time, but after I return from the orphan, it's a thing or a person!. Di Xin sighed long, but at this time, Di Xin looked so weak, and two lines of blood and tears flowed quietly from his eyes.

Looking at the weak appearance of this iron-blooded emperor, Nujiao was extremely distressed, and gently let his head rest on his chest and gently stroked his hair.

Di Xin slept quietly like this, his face did not have the original momentum of dominating the world, and some were just calm.

Nujiao sat there quietly, providing Di Xin with a warm harbor, and Fei Zhong and You Hun also stood quietly below, waiting for Di Xin to wake up.

They all believed that when Di Xin woke up, the high-spirited Di Xin would come back again.

An hour later, Di Xin finally woke up, and there was no sadness on his face, only a sense of determination.

"Western Teaching! Maitreya! You are really a good means! You have caused the lonely wife to be separated, and the country will be ruined! He said that I, Emperor Xin, will definitely lead the troops to set foot on the Lingshan Mountain, and this revenge will not be avenged, and this hatred will not be eliminated!"

Di Xin's words echoed throughout the Nine Palaces, and the Emperor's luck in the sky above the Song City turned into a five-clawed golden dragon looking up to the sky and roaring, and the roar was filled with endless hatred.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Seeing that Di Xin's mood had returned to normal, Fei Zhong stepped forward and asked.

"What are you doing, hehe, it's time for King Wucheng to go home!" Di Xin smiled slightly.

Hearing Di Xin's words, Fei Zhong showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, and said: "Your Majesty, when I persuaded King Wucheng to go to Xiqi, although King Wucheng also promised to come back, but now that Daji is not dead, I am afraid that I will ......."

"You give this to him, and he'll be back!" As he spoke, Di Xin took out an ordinary wooden token from his body, on which were engraved two immature words "Emperor".

Looking at the wooden plaque in his hand, Di Xin seemed to remember what happened when he was a child again.

"Will you be a king in the future?" said a tiger-headed boy to another handsome boy.

"I don't know! Probably not! You'll be fine, you will definitely be able to be a general in the future!" The handsome little boy was a little dejected.

"I still want you to be the king! In that case, I will make you the general of the town! If someone else becomes the king, I will flee somewhere else, and I will not be his general!" said the tiger-headed little boy.

"Then what if it's my turn to be king again?" asked the handsome boy, looking up.

"I'm definitely back!"

"I don't believe it, maybe you won't come back then!"

"You, if you don't believe me, let's make a token, no matter where I am, as long as I have this token, I will come back to be your general of the town!"

"Good. Then the two little boys worked together to make a wooden token with two words written on it, "Emperor."

Di Xin smiled slightly and said, "It's time for the lonely King of Zhenguo Wucheng to go home!"

"Fei Zhong!" Di Xin shouted to Fei Zhong who was standing below.

"The minister is here!" Fei Zhong hurriedly took a step forward and responded.

"Let your men give this token to King Wu Cheng! and then imprison Daji, and I will publicly execute Daji when King Wu Cheng returns!" Di Xin said fiercely.

On the second day, there were countless black-armored knights riding all kinds of strange beasts that were good at running, scattering in all directions towards the Great Shang.

Then, more than a dozen days later, a piece of news had spread throughout the entire territory of Dashang.

In the past ten years, the person sitting in the Nine Halls of Chaoge is not really Di Xin, but a Maitreya Taoist of the Western Sect. After learning the truth, all the civilians were outraged.

This anger towards Maitreya and reverence for Emperor Xin rose together, and the luck of the people in the sky above Chaoge City not only stopped draining, but also continued to recover.

At the same time, Maitreya, who was cultivating in the Western Bliss, suddenly felt a powerful karmic effect falling on him, and he felt that his body was sinking, and the speed of mana in his body slowed down all of a sudden.

The laws that could still be comprehended suddenly became obscure.

Seeing this, Maitreya couldn't help but smile bitterly, I didn't expect that the consequences of pretending to be the emperor had just come, but this time could the Western religion really take the opportunity to grow?

Xiqi City, the founding of the country Wucheng Palace.

Huang Feihu sat on a chair in the middle of the hall, and sitting on the left and right were a few people from the Huang clan who had just been summoned and didn't know what had happened.

Looking at the token in his hand, Huang Feihu kept laughing, laughing and laughing, and there were big teardrops, which kept rolling down his cheeks.

Huang Feihu's father, Huang Luan, his two brothers, and his three sons don't know what happened to Huang Feihu?

"Feihu, what's the matter with you, why do you look like this?" Huang Rolling looked at Huang Feihu with a frown and asked out loud.

"Father, Your Majesty is back! Your Majesty is really back! Your Majesty asked me to go back and be the king of his Zhenguo Wucheng!" Huang Feihu raised the sign in his hand and said to Huang Roll.

Although Huang Roll didn't know what the brand in Huang Feihu's hand meant, he still understood what Huang Feihu said, and there was a happy expression on his face.

Huang Roll was unwilling to betray Dashang and take refuge in this Xiqi, but Huang Feihu said that he had a hard time, so he finally persuaded Huang Roll to come.

Now that Huang Roll heard that he could return to Dashang, this old general who had served Dashang all his life, couldn't help but burst into tears at this time.

"Okay, Flying Tiger. In that case, then let's leave immediately!" Huang Feihu grabbed Huang Roll's hand and stopped him.

"Father, if we can't leave Xiqi like this, we will be chased back!Let's say goodbye to Xibohou first and see if he allows it!" Huang Feihu said with some worry on his face.

"You fart! You go to say goodbye, can we still walk? Let me tell you, Lao Tzu is dead, and he will die on the way back to Dashang!" Hearing that Huang Feihu was going to say goodbye, Huang Luan immediately shook off his hand, and was about to leave angrily.

"Father, listen to me! Now Xiqi doesn't dare to do anything to Dashang, so if we want to leave, Xiqi won't dare not let us go!" Huang Feihu grabbed Huang Roll and explained.

"It's useless for you to tell me this, I'll just look at the results, I'll see if we can get away from this Xiqi when the time comes!" Huang Roll sat on the side and stopped talking.

Second, Huang Feihu went to the Prime Minister's Mansion early in the morning to visit Jiang Ziya.

Hearing that the subordinates had heard that Huang Feihu was coming to visit, Jiang Ziya came out very enthusiastically and welcomed Huang Feihu in. However, when Jiang Ziya heard Huang Feihu's intention, his face sank.