This muffled sound hit everyone's hearts, making everyone jump, and an atmosphere of panic and fear suddenly gathered in the hall.
Just as the palace door closed, a dozen men and women suddenly and silently appeared in the palace. This appearance out of thin air made the already tense atmosphere even more explosive.
Everyone looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.
"Why, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, don't you recognize me anymore?" A tall man stepped out from the crowd, with a cold laugh and cold apricot eyes, looking around solemnly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Emperor Yong'an was sitting at the top. Unsurprisingly, he narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Gao Fuguo.
Gao Fuguo's expression changed. When the man came out, his heart skipped a beat. Now that he heard these words, the doubts in his heart were instantly confirmed.
Tonight, I'm afraid there will be a bloody purge.
"You, you are, you are the deposed emperor!" Someone shouted boldly.
Most of the people present had experienced the melee that lasted for several years, and were still horrified by the carnage of that year.
Although the man's appearance was no longer what it used to be, there was still a hint of his youthful look between his brows and eyes, so many people recognized him at a glance the moment he opened his mouth.
But he was the first person to shout out his identity like this.
After the man finished shouting, he regretted it when he saw his silent colleagues beside him. When he saw Gao Fuguo's cold eyes, he shrank his neck in fear and secretly cursed himself for being reckless!
Others are pretending to be stupid, how can he pretend to be sober in the world!
Emperor Yong'an had no intention of paying attention to the man, and just allowed Gao Fuguo to write down the man's name secretly. He looked up at the man with a calm expression, without being surprised or angry: "Xie Liangzhan, you are indeed still alive."
Xie Liang raised his eyelids and chuckled casually: "Yes, my nephew is still alive, which disappoints my fourth uncle."
Emperor Yong'an's face was not so pretty. He suppressed his anger and acted calmly: "How could it be? My elder brother's spirit in heaven will be very happy to know that you are still alive."
Xie Liang smiled noncommittally: "What about fourth uncle? Are you planning to make your late father's spirit in heaven sad again?"
Emperor Yong'an was stunned for a moment, and said with something in his words: "My plan depends on your filial piety."
"My nephew's filial piety?" Xie Liang repeated the sentence, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and burst into laughter, saying sarcastically: "Where is my fourth uncle's filial piety?"
Xie Liang took a step forward and said aggressively: "Could it be that the private school's filial piety means disobeying the late emperor's decree and plotting to usurp the throne? Or disrespecting his elder brother and killing the orphan of the late prince!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone causing thousands of waves. Everyone looked at each other and saw endless fear in each other's eyes.
Although this statement is true, to say it secretly behind closed doors is gossip and old news, and to say it publicly with an open door is treason.
Emperor Yong'an looked at Xie Liang and narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
The last person who spoke to him like this was Fang Lingyun fifteen years ago. He was executed by the whole family and the ten clans were annihilated.
Naturally, the ten clans that Xie Liang met could not be punished.
But he seems to have a lot of old relatives and friends, and if they were executed, their blood would be enough to flow for several days.
Thinking of this, Emperor Yong'an curled his lips and smiled fleetingly: "It seems that after fifteen years, Sanlang is still deeply resentful."
"The resentment is deep!" Xie Liangzhan sneered: "How can the word "deep" be used to describe the suffering I have suffered over the years!" He looked at the gurgling red light on the ground, and then looked at the panicked people, and his smile grew wider. Sen Ran said coldly: "The suffering I have suffered will be inflicted on you ten times and a hundred times today."
As if in response to Xie Liangzhan's words, the red light covering the ground suddenly rolled violently, and traces of bright red blood seemed to come alive, winding upward along the feet of the people imprisoned in the palace, It has gradually climbed onto everyone's calves.
At the same time, a stream of blood-colored raindrops as thin as cow hair fell from the sky, and the entire hall was enveloped in the nauseating smell of blood.
Everyone fell into a state of fear, and some of the timid ones couldn't even stand. They fell to the ground with a "pop" and were soaked in the bubbling blood.
As the blood covered everyone's insteps, everyone who had been tightly imprisoned and unable to move suddenly relaxed and regained their freedom.
But even so, no one dared to move around at will. Their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. They all stood in place, motionless, only looking at the scene in the palace cautiously with their eyes.
Seeing that Xie Liang and the others did not make any move, Gao Fuguo glanced into the shadow beside him.
The curtain moved very faintly, and an imperceptible figure moved quickly and quietly under the closed window.
With a "whoosh" sound, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the hall, and a short and shrill scream came from behind the curtain.
The curtain shook heavily twice, then was pulled to the ground.
A young eunuch was lying on the ground, with a pool of blood underneath him.
"Who else? If you are not afraid of death, just stand up!" Xie Liang rubbed his fingers, slowly glanced left and right, and said calmly.
In fact, no one saw how Xie Liangzhan took action. They just heard a scream and a bloody corpse appeared on the ground.
It is precisely because of this that everyone suddenly felt extremely frightened, and everyone was so scared that they were so scared that the little thoughts that had just emerged were extinguished in an instant.
The main hall that had just become chaotic suddenly fell into silence again.
Seeing that no one dared to show his head again, Xie Liang sneered triumphantly, holding a long sword in his hand, and walked towards the direction of Emperor Yong'an step by step.
Gao Fuguo's expression changed drastically, and he staggered towards Emperor Yong'an to block him. His cheeks trembled violently, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "You! You are treasonous!"
Xie Liangzhan flicked the sword and made a buzzing sound. He smiled softly and said, "Conspiracy. A person who has died once is afraid of the word treason?"
As he spoke, he kept walking and was about to step onto the high platform.
Gao Fuguo's face was extremely ugly. He held a candlestick in one hand and stood firmly in front of Emperor Yong'an. He gritted his teeth and yelled angrily: "Everyone can punish the rebellious ministers and traitors. Xie Liangqiang, you will not end well!"
"Kill me? This is a royal blood relative!" Xie Liang shook his sword and said with a faint smile: "Fourth uncle, don't worry, my nephew is not as ruthless as you. As long as you write the edict for the Zen position, my nephew can keep you. One life!"
"You're dreaming!" Emperor Yong'an shouted, raising his hand and throwing the heavy golden bowl out.
Xie Liangzhan turned slightly to avoid the golden bowl. He didn't bother to talk to Emperor Yong'an any more. He raised his sword and moved forward, stabbing Gao Fuguo straight into the chest.
"ah!"
A shrill and desperate scream sounded in the hall.
Some people turned pale with fear and covered their eyes.
Unexpectedly, after taking a breath, there was no blood splattering as expected. Instead, there was a "clang" sound. The long sword in Xie Liang's hand was hit by something unknown. The tip of the sword was slightly off, and it stabbed into the air with a trembling sound. After only a moment's pause, the long sword broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
The thing that hit the sword also fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
It turned out to be a crystal clear glass wine cup.
Xie Liang turned his head angrily and slammed the hilt of his sword on the ground: "Who is it? Get out of here!"
Although he didn't see who threw the wine cup, he could tell the general direction from the wind blowing by his ears. He turned his eyes to the left and condensed slightly.
The people standing on the left are all civil servants. They are a bunch of powerless scholars. They can hold the wine cup steady without spilling the wine.
The only one who could be called a military commander was Han Changyun who was far away.
Han Changyun met Xie Liang's questioning eyes and picked up the wine cup in his hand to show his innocence.
Xie Liang's eyes flashed and he sneered sarcastically.
Han Changyun is known as a waste.
Such a loser has neither the strength nor the accuracy to throw the wine cup impartially.
Xie Liang glanced coldly at everyone in the hall, they were just a bunch of trash!
Seeing this scene, Gao Fuguo's sweat dropped.
Only now did he see clearly where the clear cold light was coming from.
He looked at the man in fear.
But the man didn't even look at him. He only confidently picked up the wine cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Xie Liang narrowed his eyes and waved his hand.
The men he brought immediately showed their swords and guarded the courtiers on the left and right sides.
Xie Liang raised his eyebrows. This hall, no, the entire Yuhua Mountain, was surrounded by him like an iron barrier. He expected that these people would not be able to escape even if they had wings.
"Ouch! Master, my stomach hurts. It hurts me so much!" Han Changyun suddenly fell to the ground, holding his stomach and rolling back and forth. His face was pale, and big beads of sweat streaked across his forehead. It was obvious that he was in severe pain, and his face was in pain. He was twisted, and his words were a little unclear: "This, this, the wine is poisonous, poisonous, who, who wants to harm the young master!"
As he spoke, he yelled, twitched twice, and curled up motionless on the ground.
When he said this, although it was unclear whether it was true or not, everyone still panicked, even Xie Liangzhan was stunned.
He didn't let anyone poison the food and drinks. Although all of these courtiers were an eyesore, if they were all killed, it would be troublesome for him to have no one to use after he seized the throne.
Killing is the easiest thing, surrendering is the hardest.
Just as he was thinking about it, wailing and popping sounds kept coming from the hall.
Han Changyun's fall was like playing a piece of mournful music. The courtiers fell to the ground one after another, their lives and deaths unknown.
Xie Liang was completely stunned and looked up at the people he had brought with him.
Those people understood and stepped forward one after another, kicking everyone several times.
Some people groaned feebly, while others moved limply.
"Young master, it seems that he has been poisoned. He can't move." One of them shouted back.
Xie Liang frowned, puzzled by the scene in front of him.
Who is it that killed the courtiers behind his back?
