Xu Jing cried for his father and mother, his voice heartbreaking: "Sage forgives! Saint forgives! We are deceived by villains! We are deceived by villains!"

Wei Chengqing's legs went weak, his eyes were full of despair, and there was only one thought in his mind: "As expected of the son of the late Emperor and Empress Wu... he is so shady!"

Wei Xuanzhen thought of Wei Shi who married Li Xian, and felt so remorseful that she wanted to commit suicide: "I have harmed my daughter! I have harmed my daughter!"

Whether he was crying and desperately begging for mercy, or his face was ashen and shivering, Li Hong's attitude was unusually indifferent, and he waved his hand without any hesitation: "Take them all, and wait for your fate!"

Another group of forbidden troops arrived and escorted a group of rebels who were like mud.

Thunder!

A situation that could have caused a drastic change for King Qin was suppressed effortlessly because of Li Hong's intervention. This was not only due to the prestige of the imperial power, but also because of the clever timing.

Seeing this saint standing with his hands behind his back, who seemed to be able to suppress all injustices, the ministers bowed down again and shouted loudly to express their awe: "The divine power of the saint! The divine power of the saint!!"

Although Ziwei Palace is not as big as Daming Palace, the distance from front to back is still very far. The roaring mountains and tsunami falling behind can only be heard, but it is impossible to distinguish what is said specifically.

But Yang Sijian had already stopped subconsciously. When the servant he bribed ran over to inform him, he only said one sentence, and his face became extremely ugly: "Sage Ankang, King Qin's ministers have all been captured."

Down!"

Yang Sijian trembled all over: "Impossible? How is this possible?"

Empress Wu also looked incredulous: "Don't I know how your Majesty is doing? How could this be?"

However, she suddenly thought that since Li Yuanfang returned from Silla, the saint had begun to hide in the imperial palace, deliberately creating the illusion that he was seriously ill, and then vigorously promoted the New Deal.

Empress Wu suddenly woke up: "It seems that all this was planned by him and Li Yuanfang! He is worthy of being my son. He endured for a year and killed all the last men in this palace, and completely drove him into a place of eternal destruction!"

Empress Wu did not say these words, her eyes flashed, and her steps slowly moved back.

However, Yang Sijian stood there and suddenly hissed: "Don't even think about leaving! Let's go back! Go back to Changshengyuan!"

Empress Wu's pupils shrank, but when she saw the servants surrounding her trying to push her, she could only walk towards the harem in order to maintain her appearance.

When she returned to the hospital, she made her last effort and said with a wry smile: "Everyone over there is celebrating the recovery of the saint's dragon body, but no one is coming to save me? Yang Sijian, have you noticed that my situation is different from yours?"

It’s the same!”

"If you drag me to die together, the happiest person will be Li Yuanfang...and the saint!"

"Imagine their smiles when they celebrate their victory. Are you willing to do so?"

These words were extremely tempting, but Yang Sijian said nothing and waved his hand to the chamberlain. Under the gaze of Empress Wu, whose face turned pale, a bunch of torches were carried over.

Yang Sijian picked one up, lit it slowly, and then raised it in front of him.

The rising flames separated the two of them, making each other's faces distorted and hideous, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell.

Suddenly, the good looks returned to their faces.

Because the torch was thrown out decisively.
Chapter completed!