The head of the Zheng family stood up, looked over the surrounding area, and said, "Now the Yang family and the Fu family have been eliminated, and Fan Ju's minions have also been cut off."
"The entire situation in Dajin is under the control of my Zheng family!"
"It's just that there is still one last step left before we reach that position."
"I, the Zheng family, have been heirs of poetry and calligraphy since ancient times, and we have a good reputation."
"The ministers who have gone out from the Zheng family are all famous loyal ministers and good men."
"Therefore, there are some things that it is not convenient for the family to do."
"Do you understand?"
After hearing this, all the clan elders immediately understood, while Zheng Wu and other young people thought for a while and gradually understood.
It seems that Fan Guangming cannot be killed yet!
Among the crowd, the young man in brocade clothes thought so.
He is the eldest son of the head of the Zheng family, Zheng Longtu.
Logically speaking, with the current age of the head of the Zheng family, even if he really takes that position, he probably won't be able to sit there for many years.
In the end, both emotion and reason must be passed on to him.
As a result, before anything could be accomplished, he had already received support from many clan elders.
Now it has become a certain climate.
But even so, he was still worried about killing Fan Guangming.
The other party is just a reckless person, and his success is entirely due to the power of his Zheng family. Does he really think that he is the king?
How dare you act arrogantly over and over again!
But now that the situation was forcing him, he couldn't say much.
When the time comes in the future, Fan Guangming will be unable to live or die!
…
Early the next morning, at the east gate of the Jin capital city.
The head of the Zheng family bowed slightly, looked at Fan Guangming, who was riding a tall horse, and said in a sincere voice: "Zheng Gong respectfully welcomes Marshal Fan into the city."
These rebel leaders with rebel backgrounds usually give themselves the title of commander-in-chief, which sounds somewhat respectable, and Fan Guangming is no exception.
But at this moment, Fan Guangming stared at Zheng Gong, who was bowing slightly. His expression was as usual and calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.
In fact, he is not much different from other rebel leaders, except that he is a little more alert. He was born the son of a groom, and he was very good at observing people's emotions.
The reason why this was possible was indeed because of the funding from the Zheng family.
A few days ago, outside the city, they were beaten by the last defensive force of the Jin capital. They were retreating steadily and suffered terribly.
Therefore, I wrote to the Zheng family, hoping that the Zheng family could help.
But the result was...no news for several days.
Now, without informing them in advance, they claimed to have solved all the troubles and directly opened the city gates to welcome them into the city.
This really... made him feel uneasy.
But now, things have reached this point. There is only the dog emperor's head left from that position, how can we retreat?
So after Fan Guangming hesitated again and again, he finally walked towards the city gate.
When he arrived in front of Zheng Gong, he dismounted from his horse, took Zheng Gong's hand and said, "Master Zheng, thank you for your hard work. You can just ask the young people in the clan to do something trivial. Why come here in person?"
"At this old age, my old master, it's better to stay at home and take care of yourself."
"It would be bad if you catch the cold if you go out rashly."
As soon as these words came out, the Zheng family members around them couldn't help but become furious.
This Fan Guangming is the son of a groom, a low-class person among low-class people, and is nothing more than a puppet supported by their Zheng family.
He dared to talk to the old master like this, and his words were quite threatening. It was really intolerable.
However, Zheng Gong's expression was as usual, and he even buried his body lower and said, "What Marshal Fan said is that I don't like to work hard on weekdays."
"It's just that today is the day when the commander-in-chief enters the city. It's a very important matter, and I don't dare to neglect it."
Hearing this, Fan Guangming couldn't help but frown slightly.
Obviously, the other party's reaction exceeded his expectations.
Not only was he not angry, but he lowered his stance.
Could it be that I guessed wrong?
That's it, wait until you enter the city and kill the Dog Emperor, and then all the conspiracy and calculations will automatically surface.
What's more, I am not unsure!
Fan Guangming clenched his fists, got on his horse again, and headed towards the city gate.
Zheng Gong, who stayed where he was, narrowed his eyes slightly. If he guessed correctly, the martial arts momentum that Fan Guangming revealed intentionally or unintentionally just now seemed to be approaching the level of a grandmaster.
At most, it's just a little bit off.
Unexpectedly, a groom's son could really rise to the occasion in such a turbulent time and become something of a phenomenon.
With such strength, Zheng Wu may not be his opponent.
In this case, we have to think of other ways.
Thinking of this, Zheng Gong's eyelids drooped again, his expression became calm again, and the ancient well became calm.
…
Zhou Xing was sitting on the dragon chair, looking a little anxious. He kept looking up and looking out, as if he was waiting for something.
But at this time, he had disheveled hair and a haggard face, completely losing the trace of an emperor.
Not long after, Fan Guangming walked in from the main entrance of the hall with a group of followers.
This group of people all had a strong aura of recklessness and were armed with swords and guns. They looked extremely vicious.
Seeing that it was Fan Guangming who was waiting instead of the messenger, Zhou Xing couldn't help but slumped down on the dragon chair, as if all his energy and energy had been sucked away.
Going from Dajin to Shanhaiguan is neither close nor far.
Why has he sent a courier for so long, but still hasn't received a reply from Chang Ping?
Could it be that something went wrong on the road?
But now he obviously can't wait any longer.
From today on, the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Jin Dynasty and the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers will completely change hands.
In a daze, Zhou Xing thought of many wrong things he had done.
He even thought of his father and seventh brother who died in his own hands, and for a moment, his nose felt sore.
In an instant, two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.
When Fan Guangming's subordinates saw this, they immediately taunted him and said, "Your majesty, the emperor, must have been frightened to tears by our brothers."
However, Zhou Xing ignored him and just felt sad.
He originally thought that when he ascended the throne, he would be able to do better than his father and Changping, and create a new prosperous age for the people of the Jin Dynasty.
However, today, reality has given him a big mouth.
All kinds of blows have made this once ruthless emperor extremely haggard in body and mind.
However, even so, an emperor should look like an emperor.
Even if you are at the end of your rope, it is not something to be ashamed of.
A trace of cruelty appeared in Zhou Xing's eyes, and then a flush suddenly appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Fan Guangming seemed to have guessed something, and immediately shouted: "Stop him quickly!"
Upon hearing this, all the subordinates immediately stepped forward, but in the end they were a step too late.
Zhou Xing, the emperor who had only succeeded for a few months, bit his tongue and committed suicide on the spot in the grand hall of the Jin Dynasty Palace!
At this point, the world of Jin Dynasty has reached extreme chaos!
