The sword edge passed over the white and tender neck, and a line of blood was shocking!
Force the current prince to death!
This crime struck like lightning into the hearts of all civil and military ministers!
When this incident was recorded in the annals of history, every official present would not be able to escape being reviled for eternity.
No, maybe they and their nine tribes will be buried with King Zhong before they can be recorded in the annals of history!
"Silang! No!" Zhao Yun exclaimed again, even more shrill and frightened than before!
The ministers also reacted, "Your Highness! No!"
"The minister is guilty!" Zhou Tan, the Minister of Punishment, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, please don't be impulsive. It is the minister who is guilty!"
The trembling words contained the sound of teeth clashing.
"I am guilty!..."
Like a field of wheat crushed by a strong wind, the ministers fell to their knees one after another and prostrated themselves to the ground.
After all the ministers knelt down, the Imperial Guards with swords in their hands also knelt down on one knee under the leadership of the generals, and there was a sound of gold and stone hitting each other!
"Students are guilty!"
The students from the Third School couldn't bear it anymore and all of them knelt down!
Afterwards, the people fell to their knees one after another, shouting in fear, "The common people are guilty!"
Feeling the coldness under his throat, Zhao Mengqi looked at the raised buttocks with cold eyes, feeling relaxed in his heart.
Haha, more ruthless! ?
Everything seemed to be at a stalemate again, and there was nothing but the sound of wind on the imperial street in front of He Ning's gate.
Tick tock!
Blood drops dripped from the tip of the sword and landed on the stone slab.
This sound was very small, and it reached the ears of the ministers, but it shattered their last defenses!
"Zhao Mengqi! Put down the sword!"
Zhao Yun's heartbreaking voice was deafening.
Zhao Mengqi shrugged, moved the sword blade away, and thrust it into the ground, "It's really difficult, even if you want to die?"
Seeing that he gave up on committing suicide, many officials were greatly relieved. After hearing his words, they couldn't help complaining in their hearts. It doesn't matter if you die, but you can't drag everyone with you to be buried with you!
"Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician! Treat King Zhong's injuries quickly!"
Zhao Yun, who was still in shock, shouted, ran down the throne platform, came to Zhao Mengqi, and looked at the wound on his neck, his eyelids twitching.
Regardless of whether Zhao Mengqi wanted to or not, Zhao Yun dragged him towards the throne. At this time, Chongrong had already rushed over with a medical box.
Seeing that it was inconvenient for Zhao Mengqi to treat his injuries while standing, Zhao Yun didn't care so much at this time and directly pressed him on the throne, "Sit down and treat!"
Zhao Mengqi could not have imagined that he would sit on the throne of the emperor under such circumstances. Unfortunately, he literally just sat on the throne.
Chongrong's medical skills are quite good. He cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it in less than half a quarter of an hour. "Your Majesty, His Highness's injury is all right for the time being."
This is Zhao Mengqi. Except that his face is a little pale and there is an extra line of linen on his neck and left hand, he looks pretty good.
The wound just now looked scary, but in fact, whether he grabbed the sword or committed suicide, Zhao Mengqi had a sense of control and it was not serious. Of course, Chongrong would definitely not tell anyone.
Speaking of which, whether Uncle Xie Fang grabbed the sword and committed suicide, or whether Zhao Mengqi committed suicide with the sword, it was just a temporary idea. At most, Zhao Mengqi was inspired by Uncle Xie Fang.
An old actor and a young cunning guy, the two show off each other's acting skills!
Zhao Yun checked carefully and confirmed that Zhao Mengqi was indeed fine. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and found that everyone was still kneeling, "Okay, everyone, get up. King Zhong is fine." "
"Thank you Lord for your grace."
The ministers began to stand up, and many of them were swaying. It was unclear whether they were numb on their knees or frightened.
Zhao Mengqi shook his neck and glanced at the ministers. Seeing that they all looked very lucky to have survived the disaster, he snorted secretly.
Hey, you thought it was over? Just like that? I’ve thought too much, it’s my turn to take action!
He stood up and bowed slightly to Zhao Yun, "Father, please sit down. I can no longer overstep my bounds."
Zhao Yun nodded, sat back on the throne, and continued to hear Zhao Mengqi say, "Father, although my son is not dead, I still have to give the explanation to the people of the world. If my father can trust my son, I will accept it." I'll leave it to my son for the court meeting when I come down."
Hearing what Zhao Mengqi said, Zhao Yun felt something was wrong. This son had a very wild personality since he woke up from a coma. His last attempt to clean up the court failed, but he must still be thinking about it.
But the sight of Zhao Mengqi's horizontal sword just now was still vivid and frightening. So after weighing it, Zhao Yun sighed, "Okay, it's up to you, but please be careful..."
Zhao Mengqi bowed again, "Father, don't worry."
Then he turned around and stood upright in front of the throne. Looking down at the ministers in front of him, his eyes gradually moved forward and saw the officials returning to the train. Then he looked into the distance and looked at the common people. It seemed that the entire The world is in my eyes.
A clear voice like a young phoenix resounded through Yujie, "Before, I said I would give you an explanation, so now I will give it to you! The truth! Justice! You will all see it! Let's start!"
In line with his words, a bell rang from the city behind him!
Then, under everyone's puzzled gaze, the door of the waiting courtyard on the east side of Yu Street opened and an official came out.
The official walked with difficulty to the throne, knelt down and kowtowed three times, "My lord, Qian Guozhong, the governor of Shaoxing Prefecture, pays homage to your majesty. I pay homage to your highness."
Zhao Yun just raised his hand without saying anything, and let Zhao Mengqi handle the rest.
Zhao Mengqi said loudly, "Get up and talk."
But Qian Guozhong did not get up. Instead, he knelt straight and said, "I am guilty and I dare not get up."
"What's your crime?" Zhao Mengqi's voice was calm.
But the ministers already felt that the storm was coming.
"The guilty minister acted on his own initiative, and the guilty minister conspired with others. On the birthday of Princess Rong last month, when the loyal king went to Shaoxing City, he turned her away from the city gate and made the loyal king sleep in the wilderness. This is a crime of great disrespect, and the accomplices are guilty. Li Lu, the pacification envoy of Jiangzhe East Road, Feng Yuanqing, the transfer envoy, Wang Heguang, the criminal and prison official, and Xu Wen, the Changping chief, were actually executed by Cai An, the commander of the city defense."
As soon as these words came out, the ministers were a little commotion. In other words, it was reasonable for King Zhong to kill Cai An, but it was still illegal. However, King Zhong had already acknowledged this before and seemed to have nothing to say.
However, among the common people, they did not know the rules and regulations in the court. They only understood that Cai An had committed the crime of disrespecting the death penalty. As for who carried out the execution, it did not matter. So they began to recede from their sympathy for Cai An and their abuse of loyal kings. Killing with anger.
