The man was covered in blood and his face was covered in dirty clothes.

Murong Yi recognized at a glance that this was the messenger he sent to find out where Lin Changming's army was.

Just now, when I was in the Lin family, I heard Xia Yuwei say that the Xiao family army was doing the things she urged Lin Changming to do back then. In other words, in the eyes of outsiders, his uncle Lin Changming was the mastermind of all incidents.

There is no doubt that Xiao Jinglan also thinks so.

So, will Xiao Jinglan let him go?

Thinking that Xiao Jinglan had already left the city and he sent someone to send a letter to Lin Changming and asked Lin Changming to lead troops into Beijing. It had been so long since he saw no movement, Murong Yi felt uneasy, so he immediately sent someone to investigate.

"Where is Lord Lin's troops?" Murong Yi turned over and dismounted and asked coldly.

"It's gone." The messenger cried and said, "Mr. Lin led 30,000 troops and horses on his way to the capital. When he encountered Xiao Jinglan, he was ambushed. The 30,000 troops and horses were gone. Lord. Lin... Lord. He also

...I sacrificed my country for my own sake!"

Murong Yi took two steps back, and his tall figure couldn't help but sway.

"Prince..." Jiang Tong immediately stepped forward and supported Murong Yi.

Murong Yi looked at him, and a smile appeared on his lips. He whispered: "I have no one else in my last relative."

Jiang Tong said: "The prince and the emperor."

Murong Yi pulled the corners of his lips and did not refute.

But in the royal family, who dares to regard the person who holds the power of the world as a relative?

They are indeed father and son, but they are even more king and minister.

Waving Jiang Tong away, Murong Yi turned around and strode towards the palace gate.

It is only a few dozen meters away from the palace gate here, so there is no need to ride a horse anymore.

The soldiers and horses came and went in front of the palace gate, all escorting prisoners, that is, those in the Fengyu Tower that were caught.

Murong Yi stopped, stopped a person who looked like a team leader, and asked, "Where do you want to take them?"

When the soldier saw that it was Murong Yi, he quickly said, "Go back to the prince, General Changsun said that they should be taken to the heavenly prison first and be interrogated at a date."

"These are all rebels, and there is no need to be tried." Murong Yi said coldly, glanced at these people, and ordered calmly: "I will pass on the orders of this king, and behead the head on the spot, and no one will be left."

After saying that, he didn't stop for a moment and strode towards the palace.

"This..." the sergeant was stunned.

There were many Fengyulou live-action places, with nearly 10,000 people caught.

So many people are going to be executed?

Jiang Tong followed up and said coldly to the soldier: "Didn't you hear King Yi's order?"

Although this General Jiang Tong had never seen him, both the opportunity of his appearance and the achievements made by him made these soldiers dare not disobey him.

After hearing his words, the soldier reacted and said repeatedly: "Yes, I'll convey the prince's orders."

When Murong Yi walked into the palace gate, there were already bursts of terrible cry behind him.

Those Fengyu Towers and Rebels who were held were counted as one, not picking the place or asking for guilt. They were only taken by others and their heads fell to the ground in an instant.

Before the palace gate, blood flowed into a river.

The heads were like balls rolling all over the ground, piled up in a pile at the entrance of the palace.

The dark night and the ignited torches seemed so weird.

But Murong Yi, who was walking in big strides, didn't even stagnate for a moment.

It seems that those who were killed were just cats and dogs, but not living lives.

Jiang Tong's eyes were darker.

He seemed to have seen Murong Yi take another step towards the supreme throne.

The emperor was still alive, but he was not in the Yangxin Hall, but ordered people to carry him to the Golden Palace.

Murong Yi turned to the Golden Palace.

After so long after the incident, Murong Yi finally met the emperor again.

This is the most familiar place for the emperor. Every morning, he would sit on the high throne and listen to the ministers whispering their swords below.

But today, he did not sit on the throne, but was tilted on the steps on one side.

But his condition is very bad now. He was shocked by Lin Feixing's palm and injured his heart. Although he is still alive, he is destined to not live long.

But he still breathed a sigh of relief, as if waiting for someone.

When Murong Yi arrived, the emperor's eyes suddenly shot out.

"Father..." Murong Yi came to the emperor and bowed.

When the emperor saw his etiquette, he couldn't help but laugh.

He asked, "Who else is alive?"

Murong Yi said: "In addition to the son minister, the other son minister's descendants and concubines, including the son minister's mother, have all passed away. Please mourn me."

"Hahaha..." The emperor burst into laughter, suddenly, with a glance of laughter, and looked at Murong Yi sharply.

"The biggest threat to ascend the throne is not from people outside, but these brothers and sisters. I have been thinking, you are kind-hearted, and before you ascend to the throne, do I want to help you cook a few, but now it is great

There is nothing left, no one can threaten your status.”

Murong Yi pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Where is the Lin family?" the emperor suddenly said again.

Lin Changming encouraged the incident back then. He was defeated in this battle, so Xiao Jinglan must have left the capital.

With Xiao Jinglan's temperament, he will definitely not let the Lin family go.

This question really came to the point.

Murong Yi's face twitched easily, and finally said with no expression: "The mother of the Lin family, Wen, is actually the remnant of the Zhou Dynasty, Xia Yuwei, all the Lin family members have been killed by him. Mr. Lin, the Minister of War, met Xiao Jinglan on his way to Beijing to serve the king.

Attack, serve the country with your own power.”

After hearing Murong Yi's answer, the emperor was silent for a moment. He guessed that Xiao Jinglan would not let Lin Changming go, but he did not expect that there was another Xia Yuwei and the Lin family, and there was not a single one left.

No matter who took the action, the Xiao family army tragedy was finally returned one by one.

"Yi'er, do you regret it?" the emperor quickly broke free from his thoughts and asked.

Murong Yi still pursed his lips and refused to answer.

The emperor suddenly sneered and shouted sternly: "Murong Yi, do you know why the Murong lineage has reached this point today? It's all because of you!"

"Because you are not strong enough, because you are not cruel enough, because you are hesitant and cowardly! If you had recognized your identity earlier and accepted the responsibilities you should bear earlier, this would not have happened at all!"

"Now, I have no other sons except you. You will still have to walk on this road and finally get into that seat!"

The emperor looked ferocious, and he pointed at the throne with hissing: "Are you ready? The throne...is there!"

The Golden Palace also went through a melee.

The ground was no longer as clean as usual, but was covered with blood.

Right in front of Murong Yi, there is a large pool of blood.

Around the emperor, there was also a pool of blood that he spit out because of his heart.

All of this is at Murong Gan's feet.

On that road to the throne.

The light of the torch sways, and the dark red stains on this beach are like blooming flowers of hell.

Murong Gan raised his foot and stepped out.

Step by step, step by step...

Stepping on the blood ahead of him, he slowly but without hesitation, walked to the supreme position.

Then he turned his body and sat down.

"Okay...Okay..." The moment he sat down, the emperor burst into laughter. After a few laughs, he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

On November 25, 1991, the third descendant of the Murong clan, Emperor Zhaowen, died, and the fourth descendant Yi succeeded to the throne, and the year name was Zhuque. It is known in history as Zhuque Emperor.

On the same day, King Xiao Jinglan of Qin led 30,000 elite troops to attack the Fenshui Camp at night, and attacked the Xiao family army inside and outside the camp. After defeating the Fenshui Camp, he escaped safely and the army headed to Yanyun.

A month later, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun announced their separation from the Western Qin Dynasty.

At this point, the Western Qin Dynasty was divided into two.

Volume 4: Kyoto Blood Night
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