The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 875: I will be the emperor until I die

Lu Gonggong couldn't help trembling and cried: "Your Majesty, this old slave has to take a step. But this old slave has something to say. If I don't say it now, I won't have a chance to say it again."

"Then it will be rotten in the stomach, and the dead Huangquan will not say anything." The emperor suddenly changed his face and said viciously. "No, the emperor is wrong, the emperor should not violate the bottom line of the lord, and violate your own bottom line, you used to be a good emperor, but now you are a foolish emperor, the emperor, you are wrong, you should not take the lives of the people A victim of the seizure of power, you have violated the teachings of the late emperor and the great empress dowager.

Reciting the words you announced to the world when you ascended the throne. "

Lu Gonggong cried bitterly, and he cried out in grief, "Baozi, I'm here to find you, we will be loyal all our lives, and we are worthy of the royal family."

After Mr. Lu finished speaking, he rushed to the huge column in the hall, his head was bleeding.

The emperor stared blankly at a man who had served him for decades died in front of him, and watched the blood meander all over the ground, along the smooth and tightly seamed white jade floor in the Xiwei Palace, A tragic blood flower blooms.

Murong Jie's actions were very fast. Yan Xu and Liang Shulin were quickly brought under control. Yan Xu resisted and was killed on the spot. Liang Shulin was very aware of current affairs and immediately surrendered.

This bloodbath changed the dynasty without much blood. The ministers probably knew the emperor's actions against the epidemic. Nothing is more chilling than hurting the people.

When the medicine for the plague was found, it had already been burned.

The last few confidants and loyal ministers of the emperor chose to live and die together with the emperor. There were a few generals with some soldiers and horses in their hands, in order to save the emperor's reputation from killing chaotic ministers and thieves, the iron cavalry stepped into the capital.

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

The gates of the Regent's Palace remain closed.

Zi An was in the palace, and he could hear the screams of fighting outside. He heard Di Shui say that the royal party had invaded the capital, and the prince personally led troops and horses to resist.

The Royalists had few troops, but they took them all in one night.

As Zhuang Zhuang said, this was the emperor's last shudder.

This trembling, the emperor didn't take it seriously. Hearing the defeat, he just smiled indifferently, "It's beyond our own power."

It's over his own strength, so thousands of people rushed into the capital, and it wasn't enough for Murong Jie to jam his teeth.

He has always believed that the best solution is always invincible.

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

Murong Jie's shirt was stained with blood, his waist was straight with a gold and jade belt, and he was tall and majestic.

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

This shame, he put on the emperor's head.

"Old Seven, you finally did it." The emperor looked at him, smiling like a ghost, "If the father sees it, if the ancestor sees it, will he take back what they said?" "The emperor sees it. Are you very happy?" Murong Jie sneered, his hair crown was slightly loose, and when the wind blew it, it was like a dance, "If the father and the ancestors saw what the emperor did, would they regret that they insisted on standing up for the leader instead of the virtuous? An emperor who will use the life and death of the people as a weapon is not worthy of the Murong family

The descendants are not fit to be emperors. "

"Rebel, you can still find such a high-sounding excuse for yourself. No matter how much you argue, you are a chaotic thief who seizes the throne."

The emperor took a step forward and stood on the top floor of the stone steps, letting the spring breeze roll up his robes. His smile was tragic, like a warrior who was about to go to justice.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Murong Jie, and said sternly: "You, Murong Jie, are Da Zhou's traitor, even if you ascend to the throne, you will bear the infamy of the ages, and even the people of this Da Zhou will point your finger at it. swearing down your spine."

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

The emperor was stunned and narrowed his eyes. "The worst sin is no match for usurping the throne of the dynasty, and the chaotic ministers and thieves will be punished by everyone. Even if I am not virtuous, the people will only scold you."

"So, this king wants to ask the emperor to wait for two days, and personally go and hear what the people have to say." Murong Jie gave a gloomy face, and gave an order, "Come on, look at the emperor for a long time, and don't allow him to step out. Xiwei Palace took half a step."

"Murong Jie, what are you trying to do? If you want to kill me, even if I let my horse come and die under your hands, I will admit it." The emperor pointed at Murong Jie and scolded.

"The emperor knew that he was going to die, so he forced this king to kill you? But this king won't kill you. Someone else killed you." After Murong Jie finished speaking, he rolled up his shirt and strode forward. go.

The door of the Xiwei Palace was closed heavily, and Gonggong Lu's body was carried out. Murong Jie glanced at it and said solemnly, "It's a good life to be buried."

"Yes!" Ni Rong ordered to do it.

The emperor sat in a dark palace, the only time he believed the words of the late emperor.

"Royal father, royal father, you have misread the wrong person, and you have also misled my son. You once said that his seventh son would never rebel at any time, did you see it? This time, I bet lost."

He knelt on the ground, roaring furiously.

In the case of the epidemic, he gave it a shot, asking him to discredit Murong Jie, and asking him to be chased, beaten and scolded by the people like a bereaved dog.

He bet that Murong Jie would not rebel, and that he would still be the same as before. Although he was angry, he could not do anything about him, because Murong Jie wanted face and fame, and he would not be charged with murdering the monarch.

One step, just one step away, he can get rid of Murong Jie's shadow, sit back on the throne of the emperor, look down on the ministers, and govern the whole world, and he, Murong Jie, even if he doesn't die, he will become a bereaved dog. , no more power to return to heaven.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's all see how vicious and vicious the person who has been praised by you all the time, you are all wrong."

He burst out laughing, his laughter eerily eerie.

"I could have waited until I took power, and then dealt with him. At that time, I had a chance of winning, but I couldn't wait, and I couldn't let him go with credit. That way, even if I took power again, I couldn't break it. The myth of his regent, he is not an emperor, he is better than an emperor, higher than an emperor."

"I have to do this, I want him Murong Jie to become a rat crossing the street, a sinner of Da Zhou, and a sinner who killed the epidemic patients in Jiangdong. Only in this way, I am still the bright monarch of the past. All the charges, Murong Jie has to carry it all."

"But how dare Murong Jie rebel? How dare he sit on the dragon chair that morning? Well, well, you have given yourself the name of a chaotic courtier and thief, I just don't want this life, I also want you, Murong Jie, to lose his reputation and become a traitor."

He laughed sullenly again, the light shining through the bright tile, making his face dark and frantic, "I will die, and I will drag you to die!" His laughter echoed In the huge hall, the laughter's response was even more gloomy, a cold air permeated from every corner, he slowly walked back to the bed, stretched out his hand and stroked the embroidered dragon on the quilt, "I am The emperor, on the day of death, is also the emperor, I will not abdicate."