The original Xitang was stained with blood. The blood dyed the carpet underfoot red, and the smell of blood floated in the air. To read the novel, go to the *net
Their lives are in someone else's hands, and other ministers are as silent as a cicada, not daring to be the leader anymore.
Everyone comes out to make money to support their wives and children, not to blindly die.
Regardless of the old emperor or the crown prince, the world belongs to the Mohist family.[
Who do they serve or not?
Mo Qianling's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he looked around the hall.
The people he swept down all lowered their heads.
Mo Qianling was satisfied and winked.
So his men stood up and asked everyone to play a team game.
Those who support the old emperor's continued rule stand in line.
Those who support the resignation of the old emperor and the replacement of the crown prince are in line.
All the ministers were poisoned by Suqingfeng, and all their limbs became weak.
At this point, you can only be at the mercy of others.
They couldn't move, so naturally they couldn't stand in line on their own.
So Prince Mo Qianling came up with a very humane idea.
Those who support the old emperor raise their left hand, those who support the prince raise their right hand.
The guards then divided them into two sides according to the hands they raised...
When the prince expressed this idea of raising his hand.
Those ministers, whether they were lying down or lying down, raised their right hands one after another, and they were like little white poplars...
Some ministers also felt that the prince's behavior was very unfaithful and unfilial.
But in order to save their lives, they did not dare to speak out, so they simply abstained.
Not raising any hands, lying there pretending to be dead...
Mo Qingcheng also slowly raised his hand.[
What he raised was his left hand.
Ye Xuanji followed suit and raised her left hand.
Among the crowd of right-hand parties, the two of them stood out from the crowd.
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Prince Mo Qianling walked over slowly, bowed his head and looked at Mo Qingcheng condescendingly: "Old Liu, it's in vain that I treat you so well on weekdays, but now you don't support me?"