Hearing the laughter, the eyes behind King Qin Guang's mask turned and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
I saw a graceful and charming woman walking out of the darkness.
The woman was also wearing a black and gold costume and a mask of an underworld clergyman.
However, unlike the mask of King Qin Guang, the mask worn by this woman is that of Po Meng.
Seeing Po Meng, King Qin Guang snorted coldly: "Meng Po, why do you have time to come to my place today?"
"Of course it's to convey the Lord's orders."
Meng Pojiao smiled and said slowly.
"What order?"
King Qin Guang asked with a frown.
"The Lord has asked Your Highness to kill Ji Luochen completely during the enthronement ceremony in three days' time. This is also the best opportunity to assassinate Ji Luochen in the near future."
After hearing this order, King Qin Guang couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "Does the Lord want me to die?"
"The people who participated in the enthronement ceremony were all powerful people in the Great Zhou Dynasty. There were even more masters at the ceremony. If I were to assassinate Ji Luochen that day, I would probably not be able to do it even if I brought everyone from Guangwang Palace with me, right? "
Po Meng waved her hand and said, "Prince Guang is overly worried. My Lord asked you to assassinate Ji Luochen, so naturally I didn't ask you to die."
"My lord, of course, has a way to create opportunities for Prince Guang to assassinate him. Whether he can succeed or not depends on Prince Guang's own ability."
"I hope Prince Guang will not disappoint my lord this time. The opportunity to assassinate Ji Luochen was obtained at a great price for our teaching."
After finishing speaking, Po Meng's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Looking at the place where Po Meng disappeared, King Qin Guang took a deep breath, and then said in a cold voice: "Have you all heard what Po Meng said?"
"heard it."
A group of experts from the Guangwang Palace said in unison.
"Okay, don't let me be disappointed when the time comes."
"Don't worry, Lord, I will definitely complete the mission."
…
In a cold palace of the imperial palace, a man with disheveled hair and bare feet on the ground was writing with a brush.
At this time, a graceful and luxurious woman walked in.
"Jian'er, you've suffered."
The woman who walked in couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart when she saw her son's embarrassed appearance.
This woman is none other than the current queen, Jiang Linglong.
She is also the daughter of the Jiang family, a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River.
The Jiang family is one of the two major Confucian families. One-third of the officials in the entire Zhou Dynasty are disciples of the old man of the Jiang family.
It can be said that the Jiang family controls half of the world's Confucian destiny.
And Jiang Linglong was able to become the queen because of the Jiang family's identity.
The man with disheveled hair was none other than the eldest prince Ji Wujiang, who was deposed from the position of prince by Ji Luochen.
After hearing his mother's words, Ji Wujiang's expression did not change at all while he was writing.
I don't know how long it took, but after the last word fell, Ji Wujiang said quietly: "The throne is mine, and no one can take it away. Temporary success or failure does not mean forever. Ji Luochen will die soon."
After hearing her son's words, Jiang Linglong's expression changed slightly.
"Xian'er, what are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid. Mother knows that you still control the Imperial City's imperial army, but the crime of rebellion is very serious. If you fail, not only you, but also the Jiang family behind me will be punished. It’s implicated.”
Ji Wujiang sneered: "Am I that stupid? After what happened last time, I will not give Ji Luochen any excuses. The person who killed him this time will never think of me."
Hearing Ji Wujiang's words, Yun Linglong's expression changed, as if she had guessed something, and she couldn't help but whisper: "Jian'er, could it be that you want to..."
Before Yun Linglong could finish speaking, Ji Wujiang interrupted him and said, "Well, just as the queen mother thought, it's them. This time I gave them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I hope they won't let me down."
After her son verified her guess, Yun Linglong couldn't help but feel a chill rising in her heart.
Those people were the murderers who caused the death of the late emperor. His son actually wanted to join forces with them. Once the incident came to light, it would be a major crime to destroy the nine clans.
But since her son had already decided, she couldn't stop him. She could only sigh, talk and leave.
After Yun Linglong left, Ji Wujiang stared at the four big characters in front of him with burning eyes.
"The Supreme Being."
These four words were what he had always wanted in his dreams.
If it weren't for Ji Luochen's appearance, I'm afraid he would be sitting in that position now, right?
Then overwhelming hatred flashed in his eyes: "Ji Luochen, I will make sure you die without a burial place and give me what I deserve."
…
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The day of the coronation ceremony soon came.
The people in the entire imperial city were very enthusiastic, and every house was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
And there are countless prisoners in the prison looking forward to it.
When the new emperor ascends the throne, there will be a chance for a general amnesty.
Those prisoners were waiting for this opportunity to leave this prison forever.
In the 32nd year of the Great Wednesday, the new emperor Ji Luochen ascended the throne and changed his reign name to Zhenwu, making him Emperor Zhenwu.
Once this year name was changed, countless people were shocked.
Emperor Zhenwu is not something anyone dares to call.
Although people in this world don't know the specific meaning of Emperor Zhenwu, they still feel that the word Zhenwu is too majestic and supreme.
Rank matters are very complicated, so Ji Luochen got up early and started busy.
After bathing and purifying, wearing a yellow robe and a crown, accompanied by a guard of honor, he walked step by step onto the throne.
After Ji Luochen walked up to the registration desk, all the civil and military officials knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."
Standing on the throne, Ji Luochen felt a sense of dominion over the world. The world is in my hands, and anyone's life or death depends on his words.
This is the pinnacle of power. No wonder everyone likes power so much. It's so comfortable.
Just after he paid his respects to heaven and earth, the system's beep suddenly rang.
"Wait, the enthronement mission is completed, and you will be rewarded with a chance to summon a character. Do you want to choose to summon?"
Although it was in full view of everyone, Ji Luochen still chose to summon.
He was looking forward to what surprises this summons would bring him.
Six Sword Slave has been very pleasantly surprised, and I hope this summons will not disappoint him.
"Ding, the summoning is completed, the summoned character is Sword Master Gai Nie (Character Realm: Peak Grand Master)."
Seeing the summoning information from the system, if there weren't too many people here, Ji Luochen would be so excited that she could open her mouth from ear to ear.
He actually summoned the sword master Gai Nie, who was a peerless powerhouse.
Moreover, he is still at the peak of Grand Master, and is only one step away from becoming a strong person in the Martial Saint Realm.
After Ji Luochen's summons was completed, a man with a tall figure and a long sword appeared in the crowd of civil and military officials.
Gai Nie's appearance did not feel sudden, as if this person had always been here.
After Ji Luochen finished paying his respects to the world, he glanced towards the audience and happened to make eye contact with Gai Nie.
Gai Nie couldn't help but nodded slightly, showing his respect.
With Gai Nie here, Ji Luochen felt more at ease.
Although there is a Six Sword Slave in the dark, Gai Nie can bring him a sense of security.
