Chapter 73 The Death of Ling Feng Lie

Wenyuan Pavilion.

Ling Feng slapped Wan Zerui's face angrily. His gray hair fluttered messy, and his old and hoarse voice roared, "Why, why not kill him? If we don't kill him, we will all die... Wan Yanjun is a devil... He won't let us go--

Wan Zerui's head was slapped out, and his body staggered back a few steps. He spit on the ground with blood stains, and then slowly turned his head and stared at Ling Fenglie with frightening eyes: "Brother won't kill me, he will only kill you, and you have been using me all the time!" His voice is very soft, but he has a little confidence that there is no need to refute. And his eyes have also changed. Instead of being as submissive as before, he shines like a beast.

Ling Fenglie was shocked by such a look and took a step back, and his face was full of panic - he was most familiar with this look. Didn't Emperor Lin Xi often cast such a sharp, fierce and beastly eyes on his face? It seems that since he became Prime Minister Zuo and worked with the emperor, Emperor Shinra often had such a fascinating look! The sons of Emperor Shinra will also have such a majestic and terrible look - is this the royal family?

Wan Zerui's lips opened slightly, twisted an indifferent smile, and said, "What are you?" How dare you plot the world of my Wanyi family? You should know that your current status and rights are still given to you by my Wanyu family. You are just a dog in our royal family. What do you think you are? Wan Zerui seems to have found himself. In the past, he always regarded Ling Fenglie as a student and respected him. Now after seeing through his true face, he will no longer be polite. And he also seemed to have changed into a person and had the majesty of the royal family.

Ling Fenglie's face was as ugly as swallowing a fly, and his face was terrible. He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a messy footsteps. A 100-person warrior rushed in quickly and surrounded Ling Fenglie and Wan Tong Zerui. The leading warrior was the deputy general of General Zhentian. Ye Jiangqu. He bowed respectfully to Wan Tong Zerui, and then shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Ling Feng, bewitched the fourth prince, assassinated your majesty, and plotted the throne, and executed on the spot!"

Ling Fenglie was stunned, as if it was difficult to accept this matter, but the warriors' bright saber was in front of him. The fierce look on the samurai's face was completely withdrawn from the battlefield of the south gate of the city not long ago, and the spirit of killing rolled in. His face twisted and shouted, "The Prime Minister was loyal when he was Emperor Shinra in the previous dynasty. How could he rebel against your majesty? You faked your majesty's ora. This is a capital crime. How could Your Majesty send a word to kill such a prime minister? Take out your majesty's decree, or let the prime minister meet your majesty!"

Ye Jiangqu is a little embarrassed. After all, this is Prime Minister Zuo, and he is also the lord of the State of Ling. They have been brave to come here with a knife like this! You can't cut it like this! Besides, Ling Fenglie has always been a loyal minister. How could he suddenly rebel?

Ling Feng, surrounded by the warriors, stood straight, with an awe-inspiring look on his face, and his hands were hidden in the robe and arched his chest. In the face of hundreds of swords, he still looked calm, which shocked the warriors and no one dared to come forward. Ye Jiangqu is also afraid that if someone really fakes the imperial edict, if this order hadn't been issued by the general, he would have felt that this order was absurd and terrible!

Once the prime minister, how could he kill him so hastily? What's more, this is a critical moment for the reconstruction of the empire. What a great loss it is to kill a prime minister?

Just as Ye Jiangqu hesitated, a voice sounded behind him: "Your Majesty has no time to issue the imperial edict and send a direct message, because your majesty's heart can't wait to kill you..." The voice was as powerful as thousands of troops and horses across the battlefield. The warriors were all awe-bodied and immediately bowed and saluted: "See the general!"

Ling Fenglie narrowed his eyes along the general and hissed, "Ye Mingshan, I want to see your majesty!"

Ye Mingshan smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I will bring your head to Your Majesty!"

"You..." Ling Feng became angry.

"Ha ha, your majesty has ordered the army to flatten the Ling country, and Mengyang has one less vassal state, Prime Minister... You have been shrewd all your life, and now you are the enemy of your majesty, which is really the biggest failure. Emperor Lin Xi is not an emperor you can control! We all underestimated him! However, there is no way. I have to obey your majesty's order. Even if you are my father-in-law, you must have a little tenderness..." With his head raised, the warriors immediately leaned up, raised their swords, and prepared to be cut down with a knife.

With the general's promise, the warriors were not hesitant. After all, in their hearts, the general's order was more convincing than the emperor's order. The general took a step forward and pulled the expressionless Wan Qi Zerui behind him. The child looked coldly at Ling Fenglie dodging under the cold light of the blade and looked extremely indifferent. The general's heart was stunned, and this expression made him trembling - it's hard to guarantee that this fourth prince will not become an emperor who kills his brother and seizes the throne...

Forget it, this is a matter of the Wanyi family. He can't control it even if he doesn't want to! The general thought.

Ling Fenglie Mumu stood in a daze, surrounded by snowy knives in all directions, like a cage of steel, and there was no possibility of escape! Are you going to die here? He is confident all his life! From a small official step by step to the position of Prime Minister Zuo, the power is above 10,000 people under one person. Is this kind of downfall now the end? He also wants to hold the lifeblood of power. Is that wrong? There is nothing wrong. No one can say that he is wrong, but he is really unwilling to die now! And the Ling Kingdom behind him will also be destroyed? Ling, which has been passed down for more than 300 years, will destroy the foundation of its ancestors on his own greed? If you fail, will you pay the name of everyone surnamed Ling? It's too big. He can't afford it...

As if he could see through his mind, the general said indifferently, "Your Majesty promised to leave Ling Junbo, the son of Ling, and your daughter Ling Yunyao can live, and kill all the others..."

"Hahaha..." Ling Feng smiled angrily and roared, "Do you think your loyalty can let the dog emperor eliminate your idea? Ye Mingshan, do you work so hard to repel Chi Nasi and work for the royal family? Is it nothing more than to win the favor of the new emperor and save the night country? Let me tell you, this emperor is a devil. He ruled the country with demons, and everyone will end miserably! If Nanliang is destroyed, the State of Shen will not exist. Our State of Ling will disappear, and the autumn moon will not last long. And your night country has the military power to sweep the mainland. Do you think the emperor will let you continue to exist at ease? Your end is worse than me. Wait..."

The general said with a compassionate face, "Then let's talk about it at that time... I'm the general of the empire, and I only obey the orders of the royal family!" That's all... As for the end, I haven't thought about it..." In fact, I don't want to think about it. The political tragedy is not something that ordinary people can imagine. It's easy to destroy the nine clans and implicate the whole family. No one wants to think too much about such an end.

The general turned around and stopped looking at Ling Fenglie. Dust returns to dust, soil returns to dust, after all, this is the only way!

"Ye Mingshan, sooner or later, your end will be worse than me, with no burial place, no burial--" His last sad cry was cut off, and the vice general neatly cut off the prime minister's head. But his sad cry was still echoing in Wenyuan Pavilion, like a ghost sighing.

The general ordered, "According to your majesty's order, hang the prime minister's head in front of the starfall hall to set an example. Let the university scholar draft an edict and announce that Ling Feng is plotting to disrupt the dynasty in an attempt to seize the throne and kill him on the spot!"

Then he turned his head and looked at Wan Yan Zerui, and saw that the child's face was still expressionless and indifferent - the expression on the polite child's face was as deep and lonely as the world, as if the whole world had abandoned him, and as if he didn't need the whole world at all. It was enough to live alone. . The child turned his head, looked at the general, nodded slightly, turned around and walked away. The area on his face that was slapped by Ling Fenglie was still bruised, but his eyes seemed to be empty and unable to see anything. His eyes were not focused, and he suddenly lost his mind!

The general sighed slightly. The royal family is not so glorious and rich, as comfortable as a fairy!' That's the truth. There must be no brother in a commoner's family who killed the other two brothers and forced his father to die, leaving himself alone with this brother...

He looked up at the blue sky. The golden autumn sun shone down through the thick fog, reflecting the blood and red monsters on the ground through the golden glazed dome of Wenyuan Pavilion. The head of a generation of veteran ministers rolled to the ground, their eyes were open and they couldn't close their eyes. His white beard and hair were also stained with his own blood, just like dirty snow. No matter how pure it is, it will be stained after all. As the general said, dust returns to dust, and the earth returns to dust, and it will end.

Longyan Hall.

"You're back..." The emperor said feebly, and his lips became more and more frighteningly blue, as if he were poisoned. How is Shen Guo?

"Ha ha, Your Majesty has set foot on Huangquan Road, haven't you forgotten the government? Your body is the most important, especially the ninety-five respecter like Your Majesty, who should cherish your body..." Shura smiled faintly, and his strange face was like a bowl of steaming syrup.

He stood there, with his thin body like a javelin. The narrow and mysterious Danfeng's eyes were as red as blood, and the smile from her scarlet lips became deeper and deeper. "It seems that Your Majesty's plan is also progressing smoothly. When I returned to the palace and passed through the Starfall Hall, I saw Ling Fenglie's head hanging in front of the hall... Tut, Your Majesty said at that as long as Chi Nasi retreated, he would kill him first. Sure enough, Lei Vigorously!"

The emperor's face showed sadness. He leaned on the back of the dragon bed, half raised his head, and lamented, "The dragon has reverse scales, which can't be touched... My reverse scales are this brother. Although I don't like him very much, he is the last relative after all... Ling Fenglie calculated that Zerui is to touch my reverse scales, and I won't kill him. Who?" The emperor's physical condition was very bad. After saying such a long series of words, bean-sized sweat had oozed from his forehead, and he also gasped when he spoke. Before the war with the Emperor, I warned him not to try to hit Zerui's idea, otherwise he would not stay... I have sent an army to flatten the Ling Kingdom. There are too many princes in Mengyang..."

"Hehe, congratulations, Your Majesty, the State of Shen has been destroyed, and Shen Gulan has also been killed... Now the crop-style one person monopolizes the Southern Liang, Shen, Qiuyue's land, the territory spans most of Mengyang, isn't Your Majesty..."

"Very good, that's enough. The Mid-Autumn Festival is not a threat. It's just a rural tycoon carrying a rake to grow fields. I've never paid attention to it!" Emperor Lin Xi said carelessly that although he was very weak, the momentum in his voice was still arrogant.

Shura wants to tell the emperor that the counselor around Feng Mid-Autumn Festival is from Fanyang, and there may be the support of the Fanyang Dynasty behind Feng Mid-Autumn Festival. But on second thought, isn't what you want is chaos in the world? Then it's better to have more unstable factors, isn't it more exciting? Ha ha!

The emperor finally turned his head, and his haggard eyes flashed like stars and said, "You won't watch me die... sepsis, very uncomfortable!"

The smile on Shura's face is deeper, like a circle of ripples thrown a stone in an ancient well. His voice is extremely smooth, like the most fragrant honey from the southern forest. Septicemia, I know... Your Majesty, when I was healing the wound in your abdomen, I deliberately didn't get rid of iron poison. I just want to see what actions will happen to those who cove of His Majesty's emperor's position when you are most weak... Sure enough, there are promiscuous ministers like Ling Fenglie. Isn't there a reason for your majesty to kill him? Ha ha, your sepsis is also what I expected..."

The emperor looked at his gentle and graceful bright and touching smile like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and suddenly felt that it was as terrible as a cemetery cemetery, and a cold wave surged up in his heart...