The blood dyed the eyes red, but the smile on Shen Mian's face still lingered, so ordinary, so humble, so inconspicuous...
If he hadn't suddenly pulled out a short sword from his fly whisk and instantly killed Haigui in front of him, everyone might not have noticed him at all.
"Bold slave, how dare you..."
When the aunt Jiayue who was in charge of Queen Mother Hua saw it, she immediately scolded her sharply.
This is a kind of inertia, a conditioned reflex formed after she and Haigui bullied Shen Mian for two years and got used to bossing each other around.
However, at this moment, Shen Mian was no longer the unjust person who had to memorize the "Forbearance Jue" a hundred and eighty times a day, telling herself that a small lack of patience would ruin a big plan.
So what responded to Jiayue was Shen Mian's dagger that instantly took off her hand and slit her throat almost in the blink of an eye.
Blood sprayed violently. Not to mention the Empress Dowager Hua and all the civil servants, even the generals of the Xiao family who had been on the battlefield felt a chill running down their spines at this moment.
Master.
This eunuch, who looked ordinary on weekdays, was actually a master who could kill someone with just a raise of his hand.
So everyone retreated in unison, and Feng Qi even mobilized a patrol battalion, asking them to stand in front with bows and strings drawn, in case Shen Mian suddenly broke out.
But Shen Mian didn't move. He just looked at the people in front of him with a smile, with undisguised ridicule in his eyes.
Because the next moment, a heart-rending scream came out of the Yangxin Palace, which had been as quiet as an abyss.
The cry came so suddenly and so fiercely that it gave people a creepy feeling in the imperial city filled with dragon energy.
However, Queen Mother Hua and others actually heard a hint of familiarity in this voice.
Who is it?
Who is calling...
Finally, a figure slowly appeared in the shadow of Yangxin Hall.
He was dressed in red, with a slender figure and a beautiful face like a jade carved with a sword. Every inch of him was the most exquisite work of art in the world.
One step at a time, when he stepped out of the dim Yangxin Hall and walked into the dusk light and shadow, everyone present took a step back in unison.
There was blood on his face, like dots of red plums in the snow, alluring and strange.
So that everyone who was glanced by those light peach blossom eyes felt weak in their footsteps and cold all over their body.
And what about him? He was obviously an owl, but he didn't flinch or even worry at all.
After three years of being together, he now looks more like an emperor than ever before.
Live and kill, dominate all living beings.
Finally, another figure appeared outside the Yangxin Hall. She was none other than the owl doctor Wen Susu who was another strong proof that everyone in the court was accusing Feng Wuyan.
But she didn't come out alone. She was dragging someone in her hand. It was more like a bloody beast with its hands and feet cut off than a human being.
Because Wen Susu raised her hand and threw it on the open space in front of the palace for everyone in front of her to look at.
Blood dripped down the severed limbs. The man was twitching, and his white hair in ancient immortal style was dyed red, making him look miserable and like a demon.
Seeing that he refused to raise his head, Shen Mian finally stepped forward helplessly, grabbed the old man's hair, and showed his face to everyone present.
Let's not mention the others for the moment. The Queen Mother Hua, who had lost two generals in a row and now met an acquaintance again, almost staggered and almost fell to the ground.
While she was being supported by Hua Suyi and Yan Jin'er, noises were also heard from behind...
Too clear.
Isn't that person whose hair was pulled by Shen Mian like an animal, whose blood has stained the earth beneath him red, the same Tianshi Taiqing who wrote in blood on the sacrificial platform today to reveal the identity of Feng Wuyan's owl tribe?
He has obviously been sent back to Qingxu Temple by the Hua family, and he is continuing to meditate in Qingxu Temple, praying for Dayan...
Why is he here?
And it’s still like this?
With a tearing sound, Shen Mian raised his hand and tore the bloody clothes off Taiqing's back, exposing his entire back to everyone.
Immediately, Wen Susu threw a bottle of potion to him, and he poured it on Tai Qing without hesitation.
The next second, a bloody tattoo of the wolf was displayed in front of everyone without any concealment.
"The royal families of the Northern Yi are all proud of their tattoos made of sacred grass. King Hadan of Khan means lion, so he has a lion's head tattooed on his back. The third prince Garuda represents a sacred bird, so he has hundreds of tattoos on his back. The bird is circling. And the veterans among you should still remember that the direct brother of the Northern Yi Khan, the Northern Yi Youxian King who led the Northern Yi to invade Beiliang thirty years ago, massacred the city and set fire to it, and finally disappeared after the defeat. Chi Na, right? He is a wolf, a resourceful blood wolf."
With her arms folded across her chest, Wen Susu looked at the courtiers with the same eyes as Shen Mian, mocking, indifferent, and with a hint of pity.
After all, they are not at the same level as their own master, who can be fooled by a Beiyi spy.
"Hmph, you guys are saying that Taiqing is a spy? So what do you think about the fact that he predicted the Shun'an Earthquake before and then the Heavenly Disaster?"
Finally, a party official in the crowd plucked up the courage and retorted in a low voice.
However, his words were like a fuse and immediately aroused the echo of many people.
"That's right, you say Taiqing is a Beiyi fine craftsman, but what about you? Aren't you owls?"
"Why should we, the dignified officials of the Yan Dynasty, believe in the instigation of the owl tribe who collaborated with the enemy and treason?"
"If I look at it, they just want to divert my attention so they can delay us!"
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Seeing the crowd of courtiers boiling in front of the Yangxin Hall, those veterans who had truly experienced the catastrophe thirty years ago fell silent one by one.
Especially Yan Jiang, who looked solemn, and some veterans of the Xiao family who had been on the battlefield.
They still remember the horrific casualty figures, as well as the heroine who clung to the city gate and was eventually hanged on the city gate.
Xiao Rong, the elder sister of Duke Xiao Jing.
And the creator of that catastrophe was indeed Chi Na, who had indeed disappeared in the territory of Dayan, and was said to have been exchanging letters with Beiyi.
After so many years, it is not that there are no fine works of Beiyi in Dayan, there may even be quite a few distributed across the country...
It's just that they didn't expect that Xizuo would be in such a high position and have such great power...
What shocked them even more was the decline and decay of this imperial court.
Look at this group of ministers who are crazy about bringing down the emperor. They don't care whether there is any detailed work in the country, whether everything this time is carefully planned, and what impact such turmoil in the DPRK will have...
They are sad, chilled, and even powerless...
Looking up to the sky and closing his eyes, Yan Jiang felt that he had the responsibility to stand up and take charge of the overall situation and stabilize the situation at hand.
After all, even if the emperor is an owl, it is better than letting various factions in the court fight for the throne at a time when the plague is rampant.
However, what none of them expected was that Feng Wuyan did not need help from others at all. He just gently raised his hand, and the head of the patrol battalion commander Chen Shiduo fell to the ground.
Following closely behind were several notorious generals from the Imperial City's garrison.
When several new generals held up the heads and respectfully presented them to Feng Wuyan, the major factions suddenly discovered that the two armies that they relied on the most had already changed hands.
Their master is the current emperor.
That tyrant just doesn't want to fight, not that he can't fight.