Chapter 872 I Will Be the Emperor Until My Death

Eunuch Lu trembled uncontrollably, and cried, "Your Majesty, this old slave is taking a step ahead. But this old slave has something to say, if you don't say it now, you won't have the chance to say it again."

"Then rot in the stomach, and shut up if you die in hell." The emperor suddenly changed his face and said viciously.

"No, your majesty is wrong. Your majesty should not have violated the bottom line of the lord and your own. You used to be a good emperor, but now you are a foolish emperor. Your majesty, you are wrong. You shouldn't take the lives of the people at risk. A victim of seizing power, you have violated the teachings of the late emperor and the empress dowager, and violated what you announced to the world when you ascended the throne."

Eunuch Lu wept bitterly, and he yelled in grief, "Baozi, I'm here to find you. We will be loyal for the rest of our lives, and we are worthy of the royal family."

After Lu Gonggong finished speaking, he rushed towards the huge pillar in the hall, bleeding from his head.

The emperor stared blankly at a person who had served him for decades died in front of him, and watched the blood meandering all over the ground, along the smooth and clean white jade floor in Xiwei palace, leaving a tragic and solemn expression. blood flower.

Murong Jie's actions were very quick, Yan Xu and Liang Shulin were quickly brought under control, Yan Xu resisted and was killed on the spot, Liang Shulin knew the times and surrendered immediately.

This bloody change of dynasty was not bloody, and the ministers probably knew the emperor's approach to the epidemic. Nothing is more chilling than hurting the people.

When the medicine to cure the epidemic was found, it had already been burned.

The emperor's last few confidants and loyal ministers chose to live and die with the emperor. Several generals, with some soldiers and horses in their hands, stepped into the capital on iron cavalry in order to save the emperor's reputation of killing rebellious officials and thieves.

The Chen family and the Xiao family chose to stay out of the matter.

The gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion has been closed.

Zi'an was in the palace, and could hear the shouts and fights outside. He heard from Di Shui that the royalist party entered the capital, and the prince himself led troops to resist.

There were not many soldiers and horses of the royalist party, and they took them all in just one night.

As Zhuang Zhuang said, this is the emperor's last shiver.

The emperor didn't pay attention to this trembling, and when he heard the defeat, he just smiled indifferently, "Overestimate one's abilities."

He was overestimating his own strength, just a few thousand people entered the capital, it was not enough for him, Murong Jie, to put his teeth between them.

He has always believed that the best way is always without bloodshed.

Therefore, when Murong Jie appeared at the gate of Xiwei Palace, he stood on the stone steps to greet him with a smile, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Murong Jie's battle robe was still stained with blood, and his waist was straightened by a gold and jade belt. He was tall and majestic.

He was a sergeant who had just returned from killing, and killing Da Zhou was the most shameful thing in his life.

This shame, he attributed to the emperor's head.

"Old Qi, you finally made a move." The emperor looked at him with a smile like a ghost, "If the father sees it, if the ancestors see it, will they take back what they said?"

"The emperor looks very happy?" Murong Jie sneered, his hair crown was slightly loose, and was blown by the wind, messy like a dance, "If the father and the ancestors saw what the emperor did, would they regret insisting on standing up? Lixian? An emperor who can use the life and death of the people as a weapon is not worthy of being a descendant of the Murong family, not worthy of being an emperor."

"Rebellion, but you can still find such a high-sounding excuse for yourself, no matter how much you argue, you are a traitor who seized the throne."

The emperor took a step forward and stood at the top of the stone steps, letting the spring breeze roll up his robe. His smile was solemn and solemn, like a soldier about to go to righteousness generously.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Murong Jie, and said sternly, "You, Murong Jie, are a traitor of the Great Zhou. Even if you ascended to the throne of God, you will bear an eternal infamy. Even the people of this Great Zhou will point at you." Spine scolding."

Murong Jie still sneered, "Really? Why don't we go and listen?"

The emperor was stunned, and narrowed his eyes, "The heinous crime is nothing more than a conspiracy to usurp the throne, and all corrupt officials and thieves will be punished. No matter how unvirtuous I am, the common people will only scold you."

"So, this king wants to ask the emperor to wait for two days, and go and listen to what the people have to say." Murong Jie ordered with a gloomy face, "Come on, look at the emperor, and don't allow him to step out of Xiwei Palace for a while. step."

"Murong Jie, what do you want to do? If you want to kill me, just let the horse come over and die under your hands, and I will admit it." The emperor pointed at Murong Jie and scolded.

"The emperor knows that he will die, so he forced this king to kill you? But this king will not kill you. Someone else will kill you." After Murong Jie finished speaking, he rolled up his battle robe and strode away.

The gate of Xiwei Palace was closed heavily, and Eunuch Lu's body was carried out. Murong Jie glanced at it, and said solemnly: "It's good to have a burial."

"Yes!" Ni Rong ordered to do it.

The emperor sat in the dark palace, and for the only time, he believed the words of the first emperor.

"Father, father, you have misread the person, and you have misled my son. You once said that his seventh son would never rebel at any time. Did you see that? This time, I lost the bet. "

He knelt on the ground and yelled furiously.

With regard to the epidemic, he gave it a go, wanting Murong Jie's reputation to be discredited, and wanting him to be chased, beaten and scolded by the people like a bereaved dog.

He bet that Murong Jie would not rebel, bet that he would be the same as before, even though he was furious, there was nothing he could do about him, because Murong Jie wanted face and reputation, and he would not bear the charge of regicide.

One step, just one step away, he can get rid of Murong Jie's shadow, sit on the emperor's throne again, look down on all the officials, and take charge of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Murong Jie, even if he doesn't die, will become a bereaved dog. The power of returning to heaven.

"That's good, that's good, let you all see how vicious and vicious the person you have always praised is, you are all wrong."

He laughed, and his laughter was eerie.

"I could have dealt with him after I came to power. At that time, I had a chance of winning, but I couldn't wait, and I couldn't let him go with credit. In that way, even if I took power again, I couldn't break him as the regent." According to the myth, he is not an emperor, he is better than an emperor, higher than an emperor."

"I have to do this. I want Murong Jie to become a street rat, a sinner of Dazhou, and a sinner who killed Jiangdong's epidemic patients. Only in this way, I will still be the Mingjun before. All the crimes will be punished." He, Murong Jie, will bear it."

"But how dare he Murong Jie rebel? How dare he sit up on the dragon chair that morning? Okay, okay, you have given yourself the name of a traitor and traitor with your own hands. If I don't want this life, I want you Murong Jie was ruined and became a traitor."

He laughed sullenly again, the light came down from the bright tiles, making his face dark and crazy, "Even if I die, I will drag you to die with me!"

His laughter echoed in the huge palace, and the response to the laughter was even more gloomy. A kind of cold air seeped out from every corner. He slowly walked back to the bed, and stretched out his hand to caress the embroidery on the brocade quilt. Long, "I am the emperor, and I will be the emperor when I die. I will not abdicate."