The entire hall was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
It was so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats.
The silence here makes the shouts of death outside even more harsh.
The ministers were kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
They didn't know what they were waiting for, waiting for Nie Chen to chop their heads off? Or are you waiting for Mingxuan to chop off their heads?
They don't know, but since they can't escape anyway, they just wait.
What else can be done?
After more than half an hour, the shouts of killing were heard in the distance.
But soon, the cry of killing came again. This time the distance was getting closer and closer, and they seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing.
Some of the more daring ministers stood up and looked outside.
They saw a group of soldiers on horseback rushing to the large square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony and fighting with the palace guards.
There were originally five thousand guards in the palace. These were the most elite and loyal troops under Mingxuan's command. Later, Mingwen took away three thousand of them and went to Zhennanguan to escort the troops of Qi State into the territory of Gale Kingdom.
The remaining two thousand people, no matter how elite they are, how can they be worth the tens of thousands of tigers and wolves.
Soon, the shouts of killing outside stopped again.
Then, they heard footsteps coming from behind.
That was the sound of steel boots stepping on the steps.
tread! tread! tread!
Step by step, leisurely, the sound of footsteps was like stepping on their hearts.
Make them so nervous that they can't breathe.
The steps were not long, and those who walked up the steps quickly arrived at the main entrance of the hall.
Whether they were kneeling or standing, the ministers all turned their heads and looked at the door.
I saw a young man wearing white armor, holding a steel knife in his hand, walking in covered in blood.
His body was covered with blood. As he moved, the blood slid down drop by drop along his armor, falling on the floor and beside the officials.
The pungent smell of blood seemed to sentence them to death.
All the political fights in the court, all the conspiracies and intrigues, all disappeared in front of the steel knife in the young man's hand.
Nie Chen raised his head, looked at Mingxuan, grinned, and said with a smile,
"You're fine, brother Ming Wang."
"Nie Chen..."
Mingxuan gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he stared at Nie Chen, wishing to cut him into pieces.
Behind him, many soldiers of the Wind Army rushed in and soon surrounded everyone in the hall, pointing their spears and knives at them.
The ministers turned around and kowtowed to Nie Chen.
"Greetings to Lord Zhengbei!"
Nie Chen looked at the scene of all the ministers kneeling in submission and looked up to the sky laughing.
"Hahahaha, Brother Ming Wang, is this your minister?"
"Hmph, you can laugh if you want. They are just a bunch of losers. Do I still expect them to be loyal?"
Mingxuan snorted and gritted his teeth, becoming even more angry at Nie Chen.
Nie Chen walked forward slowly, came under the dragon chair, and turned to look at the person sitting on the chair.
"Mr. Fang?"
Nie Chen had met Mr. Fang. At the last longevity banquet, it was also at this place. He followed Ming Xuan.
"It's me."
Mr. Fang was sick and sitting on a chair. His face was pale, but his eyes were firm and full of hatred.
"I have heard about Mr. Fang for a long time, and we met again today, but I didn't expect this to happen.
During the war, I heard that Mr. Fang gave Mingxuan advice and arranged many tactics. It's a pity that Mingxuan didn't listen to a word of it. On the contrary, you persuaded him to rebel, and he listened.
Mr. Fang is a very talented person. Among Mingxuan’s subordinates, only Mr. Fang and Ren Jun can impress me.
If Mingxuan, your civil and military talents, can make good use of them, there will be no need for trouble in the world. Unfortunately, Mingxuan is too suspicious and too self-willed, and his good cards are ruined.
Mr. Fang, I don’t want to say any more. The situation in Mingxuan is over now. Are you willing to work for me? "
Mr. Fang shook his head and said,
"Loyal ministers don't care about the two masters. The Marquis already has a talented person like Mr. Ouyang under his command, and he is not short of an old man.
Now I just hope that I can go to hell with my master, and let me be by his master's side on the guillotine. "
Nie Chen nodded and said,
"Well, I can help you. However, I still hope that Mr. Fang can think carefully about it. Before beheading, if you regret it, I still welcome you."
Mr. Fang closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Nie Chen turned his head and looked at the other person kneeling at the front.
"Lord Zuo Xiang?"
Zheng Sanlang quickly straightened up, knelt and moved in front of Nie Chen, nodded and bowed, and said with a flattering face,
"Master Hou, you are here. I miss you so much. I think about you day and night every day. I can't sleep at night. I wish that Master Hou could reach the capital as soon as possible."
Lord Marquis, I have always been a loyal and loyal person to the Dafeng royal family. In the past, I was forced to commit myself to him by the traitor Mingxuan.
The lower official just wants to keep his useful body, and wait for Dafeng to recover one day and continue to serve Dafeng.
The lower officials, like the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, had no choice but to commit themselves to Mingxuan. We are all Da Feng Zhongliang.
The lower official is willing to submit to the Marquis, saddle the front and back horses for the Marquis, lead the horses and hold the stool, and do the work of the dogs and horses. "
As soon as these words came out, the officials all shouted.
"Yes, Lord Marquis Mingjian, we are all loyal and good."
"Master Marquis, we all did this out of necessity. Please have mercy on us."
"We are willing to be loyal to the Marquis and serve the Marquis!"
"Master Marquis, please take this as a lesson. Master Marquis, please spare my life."
…
Looking at the ministers kneeling around him and shouting surrender, Nie Chen sneered in his heart. These people, all put together, are not as important as Ren Junlai.
Nie Chen lowered his head, looked at Zheng Sanlang who was kneeling in front of him, stretched out his right hand with the knife tied on it, and held the knife in front of Zheng Sanlang.
Zheng Sanlang thought Nie Chen was going to kill him, so he was so frightened that he shed tears of fear.
"Untie."
Nie Chen said calmly.
"ah?"
Zheng Sanlang was surprised, then suddenly realized, he quickly stretched out his hands and forcefully untied the cloth strips wrapped around Nie Chen's hands.
Nie Chen's hands were covered in blood, and the cloth strips had already been soaked through. It took Zheng Sanlang a long time to untie them.
Nie Chen threw the knife on the ground, then squatted down and wiped his bloody hands on Zheng Sanlang's official robe.
Then he used his official robe to wipe the blood on the knife handle.
This was a very insulting move, but Zheng Sanlang did not dare to feel dissatisfied at all and knelt on the ground, trembling.
He was afraid that Nie Chen would kill him if he got upset.
After wiping the knife clean, Nie Chen put the knife back into the scabbard, walked slowly towards the dragon chair, and stepped up the steps.
