There was a sudden silence in the hall. Everyone looked at He Yushi and sighed in their hearts.
So what if blood splatters in the hall, it won't change anything.
Guo Qi's eyes turned cold. He pulled out his sword and walked towards He Yushi. He offered a toast and a fine wine. It seemed that not enough blood had been shed.
"Rebellious ministers and traitors are worthy of Xiao Xiang's throne!"
He Yushi held his head high and looked at Guo Qi with disdain, without any fear in his eyes.
Guo Qi's sword fell, and a trace of blood appeared on He Yushi's face.
Everyone closed their eyes, feeling sad in their hearts.
puff!
The sound of weapons piercing flesh was heard, and everyone frowned. Is Guo Qi going to humiliate the corpse in the main hall?
Opening his eyes, the officials were stunned, it was not He Yushi!
Looking at the short sword on his chest, Guo Qi became furious. He placed his sword across the neck of the official in front of him and slashed across it.
Covering the wound, Guo Qi glanced at the courtier, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Come here!" he shouted.
"Put these..."
Before Guo Qi finished speaking, the three of them pounced on him and thrust the short blades into his body.
This turn of events shocked everyone and backed away.
Guo Qi's pupils widened, obviously he didn't expect King Xi to arrange this. He waved his sword and backed away step by step, blood dripping all over the floor.
"How dare he, how dare he!"
Guo Qi's voice was full of unwillingness, how dare he do so blatantly!
Indeed, King Xi has always acted quietly, and it was the same this time, but now that he has been exposed, there is no need to pretend.
King Xi wanted to see how many people were against him.
They are afraid of whether they can be killed!
Guo Qi fell on the steps and looked at the dragon chair above, his eyes wide open.
Almost, almost he sat on it.
"A country cannot live without a king for a day. King Xi has both political integrity and talent, and is worthy of a great responsibility!"
The Minister of War stood up and shouted.
The Minister of Dali Temple followed closely behind.
Officials from the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Household Affairs came out one after another.
After a brief struggle, the Ministry of Industry also stood up.
The Minister of Punishment laughed and pointed at them with ridicule, "Yan State deserves to die! It deserves to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Minister of Punishment hit the pillar with his head, and blood spattered on the spot.
The main hall was extremely depressing. The remaining officials looked at the Minister of Punishment, then at He Yushi, and finally stood out with their heads lowered.
They don't want to die.
"Welcome King Xi!" the Minister of War shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Welcome King Xi!" The officials echoed with numb faces and open mouths. No one mentioned the emperor who was lying in bed.
The voices merged into one and spread far away.
King Xi, dressed in regular clothes, walked up the steps and appeared in everyone's sight.
The shouting continued, and it was quite expected.
King Xi walked to the front of the officials and stopped. The servant came in holding the dragon robe and put it on for King Xi in front of the officials.
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
The Minister of War and other officials knelt down and shouted loudly.
Under King Xi's glance, the officials all prostrated.
King Xi turned around and walked towards the dragon chair above.
Step by step, he walked steadily.
In Dongcheng, Fang Zhuang waved his hand downwards and rushed out first.
The guards guarding the city were defenseless, and they only resisted for a few minutes before being subdued by the guards.
Walking up to the city wall, Fang Zhuang took out his horn.
Everyone was shocked when they heard the horn sound, "Is this?!"
"Qing Junzi! Punish the traitors!"
"Qing Junzi! Punish the traitors!!"
"Qing Junzi! Punish the traitors!!!"
The overwhelming shouts shook the sky,
The eyes of the people were wet, "It's the Yang Family Army!"
"It's Yang Jiajun!"
"It's Yang Jiajun!!!"
"Marshal Yang is back!"
"Marshal Yang is back!!!"
"Marshal Yang is back!!!!!!"
A group of people shouted at the top of their lungs and burst into tears.
Many people held their heads and cried, like lost children who finally found their home.
"Your Majesty, it's not good!" The guard rushed into the hall.
King Xi frowned and his eyes turned cold.
"What prince? It's the emperor." The Minister of War shouted at the guards.
"Yang Jiajun, Yang Jiajun is coming!"
As soon as these words came out, the silent hall suddenly became commotion.
King Xi's pupils shrank and he stood up suddenly, but soon he sat back down. The Yang family's army was at the border and did not move at all.
"It's just a few thousand soldiers, it's worth being alarmed."
"Your Majesty, there are far more than a few thousand." The guard said bitterly, "There is no end in sight, they are coming towards the palace."
"Common people, common people are holding pickaxes and following behind the army."
The main hall was in complete chaos.
"Yang Pifu, Yang Pifu is alive, he is alive!" Many people murmured, with panic on their faces.
"Let's go, let's go quickly." Baiguan tried to rush out.
King Xi's eyes kept flashing, impossible, impossible, the old guy is dead!
"Everyone stand still for me!"
"If you run around again, you will be killed without mercy!"
"Yang Lian was buried in the sea of fire, and was destroyed together with King Ding's palace. There is no possibility of rebirth!"
"The Imperial Army can take down the rebellious army!" King Xi shouted with cold eyes.
With the shiny spear pointed at them, the officials did not dare to move anymore and huddled together. They looked outside, as if they heard the cry of killing.
Time has become extremely painful.
Outside the palace gate, the Imperial Guards couldn't hold their spears at all. This was the Yang Family Army!
"Those who surrender will not be killed!"
The guards shouted in unison. They were fierce and fierce, approaching the imperial army step by step with a bravery that no one could match.
Every time you swing a spear, you will definitely see blood.
The Imperial Army was retreating steadily and was unable to resist the Yang Family Army.
Behind the team, Qu Yuanzhong's eyes widened. He looked at Yang Shu, "These people!"
"Isn't it great?"
Yang Shu glanced around and said casually.
"It's not in vain for me to give you meat. It's worth it!"
Qu Yuanzhong frowned. This cannot be achieved by giving him meat. He had seen Yang Jiajun, and although they were all brave, they could never reach the level they are today.
There are only a few thousand people, but they are like a sharp knife that can tear everything apart.
No matter how powerful the opponent is, they seem to be able to open up the route.
His eyes are also firmer than before.
The combat power has more than tripled!
"How did you do it?" Qu Yuanzhong breathed rapidly.
"Give me some meat."
"It's a waste of money." Yang Shu shook his head, "I used to wear fancy clothes, but look at it now..."
"Yang Shu!"
"Master Qu, we are going to fight with the enemy right now. Can you be more serious?"
"I'll definitely tell you later." Yang Shu walked forward with the team. At this moment, he was not exposed yet.
The Imperial Guards were frightened. First one person, and then more and more people put down their weapons. They stepped aside with fear in their eyes.
How can a person hit the tip of a knife?
"Your Majesty." The guard stumbled into the palace.
The officials all focused their attention, wanting to know how the battle was going and whether the imperial army had suppressed the Yang family's army.
"Your Majesty." The guard fell to the ground, "We are defeated. We are defeated."
The hall fell silent, and everyone seemed to be strangled by the neck. Defeated? How long did it take before he was defeated?
King Xi walked down and asked the guard, "What did you say!"
"Forbidden Army, the Imperial Army has surrendered." The guard murmured.
King Xi shook his head. He threw away the guards and walked out of the palace. The Yang family army did not move. How could the imperial army be defeated?
