Song Zhi listened to the deafening shouts in his ears, and his mouth began to move as he pretended to be. Among so many people, no one noticed him.

The officials shouted in unison for nine times before they gradually stopped. Even so, the echoes just now remained in the hall.

Then, a sound of footsteps sounded from behind Song Zhi's side and the emperor moved.

Emperor Wencheng did not walk fast, it can be said that he was very slow. He walked forward from the red carpet among the left and right martial arts, looking around at the surrendered civil and military officials while walking, and finally withdrew his gaze and turned into a secret sigh in his heart.

Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long...

Oh.

Song Zhi felt the sound of footsteps around him gradually drifting away, so he quietly raised his eyelids and could vaguely see a thin back wearing a purple gold dragon robe. The most precious garment in the world was draped on his shoulders, as if he wanted to crush his weak body.

He walked for a long time from the entrance of the hall to the dragon throne. Although the ministers were still quiet, their eyes had already gathered on the back of Emperor Wencheng.

Some people have eyes and worries, some are ordinary, and some are secretly happy. Some people even have their eyes surpassed Emperor Wencheng and are already aiming at the prince and the second prince.

His Majesty's dragon body is declining today, and today it has become an open secret among the bureaucrats in the capital. Only the people are still in the dark. What they see today is probably even more serious than expected.

With the hope of everyone, Emperor Wencheng finally arrived near the dragon throne.

When the prince next to the dragon throne saw that the time was right, he was hurrying to come down to help his father, but the princess in the audience took the lead, so he had to stand back embarrassedly and pretend that nothing happened.

"Father, are you really okay?"

Princess Yuan Jing held Emperor Wencheng's arm, asked with a carefree tone.

Emperor Wencheng looked at the young daughter beside him who was usually a carefree and sad look on her face, touched her head gently and said nothing was wrong.

He climbed up the steps, and just as Emperor Wencheng was about to sit down, the prince next to him finally found an opportunity. He took over his father's arm from Princess Yuan Jing and served him slowly, which was a way to save a trace of face in public.

Emperor Wencheng nodded to the prince, as if he was quite satisfied with his filial piety.

Xiao Nianhe in the audience said nothing, and neither wanted to support him or care for him. He looked at his eyes, nose, nose, and heart silently.

"Get up."

With the sound of Emperor Wencheng's full of energy and a tide of tide, the civil and military officials in the audience slowly stood up.

Song Zhi looked at the end and saw Emperor Wencheng sitting upright on the dragon throne looking like a torch. Although he was skinny and bony, his emperor's domineering aura still leaked and he was powerful without anger.

What awesome momentum, and his strength is probably a first-rate master.

Maybe it should be said... Once.

"The emperor's fortune is good, and the lean camel is bigger than a horse. This emperor's child was considered the 'hunting' among your human race back then."

The demon fox heard Song Zhi's feelings and responded in his heart.

This surprised Song Zhi even more. Did the emperor once be a top expert? What is the fortune of this imperial Tao?

"It's a big deal. Go and ask the old beggar in the surveillance. I don't know about your human race."

The demon fox hid again after saying a word.

Song Zhi: "...I didn't ask you even if I talked to myself."

"Shut up!" The demon fox was so angry that he was embarrassed.

Emperor Wencheng on the dragon throne and other officials stood still before continuing to speak, and the voice was calmly hitting everyone's heart:

"For the outside world, today... is my birthday party, but to all my dear friends..." Emperor Wencheng paused and said slowly:

"Today, it's probably time for me to explain my funeral after death."

As soon as these words were made, the officials present did not care about the rules, and suddenly there was an uproar. An old minister knelt down and shouted:

"Why did Your Majesty say this? Your power is so powerful. What exactly is the reason for this? The old minister doesn't understand!"

Similar speeches were heard endlessly, and the Chaoge Hall suddenly became an ocean of heartfelt expression.

"quiet!"

Suddenly, a stern shout sounded, and everyone was shocked by the momentum, and the Chaoge Hall suddenly became quiet.

Looking in the sound, it turned out to be Situ Yuancezheng, who was standing at the forefront of all officials. This time, Song Zhi saw his face. This was a middle-aged man with thick beard and shiny hair, looking at the back with a majestic look on his face.

Then Situ Yuance walked out of the team, bowed to Emperor Wencheng, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, I think your dragon body is ill must be caused by the demon. Please give me some time. I will command the Demon Hunting Department. I will definitely find the real murderer to bring good health to Your Majesty's dragon body."

Situ Yuance's voice was like a big bell, loud and loud. The officials present were immediately moved by this infectious statement and nodded in agreement.

Except for the few first-class masters from the Demon Hunting Department, they looked at each other with helpless expressions.

Emperor Wencheng looked quietly at the prime minister under his seat, and then spoke softly after a while:

"I know that Situ Aiqing is proficient in the history of demons and is good at dispatching troops and generals to calculate formations. However, the Demon Hunting Department has done too much for me. If your words fall into Lie Hun's ears today, how should he handle himself?"

He knew his own illness and had little to do with monsters. The Demon Hunting Department had already done a lot of work in secret. It turned out that it was all about getting water from a bamboo basket without any benefit.

Situ Yuance wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Emperor Wencheng.

"Okay, I'll call you here today, not to listen to you prescribe me or cry."

"Ahem... listen to me! No surprise... today is the last time I have been in power since I ascended the throne."

Emperor Wencheng's voice was calm and his tone was not fluctuating.

"If you have a memorial to be submitted, you can express your opinions now. I promise that you will never blame me this time and that you will not make things difficult for you after your death."

When Song Zhi heard this, he subconsciously became respectful. The higher the status of a person, the more afraid he suddenly disappeared in the world. Not everyone can do this arrogant spirit of being indifferent to life and death.

But what is unusual is that even when Emperor Wencheng said this, no one of the civil and military officials spoke first. It was not that they had no books to report, but that they were unwilling to be the first to be the one who stood up and was labeled as not sympathetic to the emperor.

"Father, why bother to hurry at this moment? It's still important to be healthy..." The prince approached quietly and whispered.

"kindness?"

Emperor Wencheng frowned, quite dissatisfied with the prince's lack of vision, and moved his fingers slightly to signal the prince to retreat.

"Why, in the past, I beat you one by one, and they all jumped out in a hurry. Now I want to pardon the world, are you all mute?"

Emperor Wencheng touched the goatee and gently tapped the handle of the dragon chaise with his fingers.

"Haha, since no one dares to speak here, then Emperor, I said something in advance."

Suddenly, a thick voice came from the crowd, and when everyone looked, their faces changed suddenly.

I saw a tall man wearing a wolf-skin hat strode to the middle. He walked to Emperor Wencheng sitting upright on the dragon throne and bowed slightly with his hands folded and did not use the etiquette of the Dayuan Kingdom.

"People from the North!"

"What does he want to say."

The big man listened to the whispers in his ears, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Emperor Wencheng, who also looked at him with doubts, and said loudly:

"I will introduce myself. I am the leader of the Minghu tribe of Taichu Kingdom and the leader of the Yankee."

"presumptuous!"

Before the man could finish his words, a general from the Dayuan Kingdom immediately shouted. If the weapons were not allowed to be displayed in the hall, he would definitely have to draw a sword to meet him.

All the world is the king's land, and when will anyone dare to be called a country?

Emperor Wencheng raised his hand and signaled others not to do anything, so he asked the man to continue talking.

Yan Kuo looked around and didn't feel bad at all. He raised his head and continued:

"Then I will continue to say that when I came here, I specially requested the Emperor of Dayuan to cede the northern half of the state and our country, of course there must be compensation."

Emperor Wencheng's face was no longer calm, but cold as frost. He tapped his fingers on the side of the dragon chaise and snorted coldly:

"Forgive me for being ignorant. Who can tell me when this ancient Taichu Kingdom was restored?"

"It seems that Mingshou's rebellious intention is no longer redeemable. If you want to have a northern half state, you can..."

Emperor Wencheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his stern murderous aura emanated from his words:

"Fill it with your life."
Chapter completed!