Li Chengbai tremblingly put down the hand covering his old face, and looked at the young man lying on the ground bleeding and lifeless in shock.
"Liu Mingzhi, do you know that you killed the county king who was personally rewarded by Ruizhong?"
"You actually killed a prince of the current dynasty. You are so cruel."
Liu Mingzhi glanced lightly at the young man whose neck was wiped by his sword, and looked at Li Chengbai indifferently.
"Oh! It turns out he was a county king. Among the princes I killed, he had the lowest title. When we were in the Western Regions, several kings died at my hands. He was barely qualified to draw my sword.
Already."
Li Chengbai looked at Young Master Liu's careless expression, and his old body trembled uncontrollably. He looked extremely angry.
Young Master Liu doubted whether this old guy would be able to pass without lifting it up in one go.
"Come here, capture this audacious thief Liu Mingzhi for me."
Li Chengbai gave an order, and dozens of senior guards waiting outside rushed in with weapons in hand and surrounded the father and daughter.
The little cutie held Young Master Liu's thigh with one hand, and subconsciously took out a firecracker from behind her waist with the other hand and held it in her hand.
Liu Mingzhi looked indifferently at the guards of the sect's mansion who were surrounding him. He could feel that one of the middle-aged men had a very similar aura to his own, and they were both at the half-step innate realm.
If there is no little cutie by his side, Liu Mingzhi doesn't mind giving it a try and fighting.
However, with his daughter by his side, Liu Mingzhi didn't want her to see his murderous appearance, and he was even more afraid of hurting his daughter.
Holding the Heavenly Sword tightly in his hand, Liu Mingzhi glanced at the palace guards with cold eyes.
"It seems that you really want me to destroy the sect's mansion."
Stopping his gaze on the furious Li Chengbai, Liu Mingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Old man, I promise you that if I hurt half an inch of hair here today, the clan mansion under your command will bleed.
If you don't believe it, you can try it."
Li Chengbai looked at Liu Mingzhi angrily: "You are so stubborn when you are about to die. Don't forget that this is the clan's mansion. Emperor Taizu Gao has explicitly banned it. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the Li clan's clan will be killed."
No forgiveness."
"Do it, life or death..."
"Who dares to try it? This general gives you this opportunity, do you dare?"
Before Li Chengbai finished speaking, Du Yu's voice sounded outside the mourning hall, and the sound of horse hooves and dense footsteps became increasingly clear.
Liu Mingzhi breathed a silent sigh, and his face became relaxed. Du Yu finally arrived.
In the astonished eyes of all the descendants of the Li family, the entire clan residence was filled with soldiers from the Polu Army, one of the Six Guards of the New Army.
Groups of archers surrounded the mourning hall, holding iron bows loaded with arrows and aiming in a semicircle at the gate of the mourning hall.
Dozens of bed crossbows were mounted and attacked. Under the cover of the sword and shield soldiers, the bed crossbows were deployed and aimed at all the Li clan members.
Du Yu put on a clean suit of armor, with a white tasseled helmet on his head, holding a sword on his waist, and strode into the mourning hall towards Liu Mingzhi.
"Last General Du Yu, please see the Generalissimo."
"No gift!"
"Thank you, Marshal."
Du Yu stood up, looked at Li Chengbai with a dazed expression and shook his head like a bastard.
"Old man, I'll give you a chance. You can try it with the commander-in-chief. Let's see if your guards are more powerful than the general's brothers with bows and arrows."
"You...this is the clan's mansion, and your father, Du Chenghao, doesn't dare to act wild here."
"Haha, the generals of the Zongren Mansion and the Imperial Palace have followed the commander in to attack them. They are sending you three big tile-roofed houses. Don't you want to take action? You should do it!"
As Du Yu's voice became louder and louder, the soldiers outside the hall had already stretched their bowstrings into full moon shapes and pointed them at the mourning hall.
Listening to the heart-wrenching sound of bowstrings behind them, although the weather was cold, the foreheads of the hundreds of Li clan members were already covered with dense beads of sweat.
No one would doubt that with Du Yu's order, seventy people in the palace would be turned into hedgehogs.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the fear in Li Chengbai's old eyes and gently took two steps forward.
"Du Yu, don't be presumptuous before the late emperor's death. Let the brothers put down their weapons and go offer incense to the late emperor."
Du Yu, who was facing Li Chengbai, the leader of the clan, stopped talking to Young Master Liu and immediately nodded respectfully, waving to the soldiers and horses outside the hall.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers immediately put away their bows and arrows, and their charging formation became relaxed.
"Your Majesty Du Yu, I would like to send you my late emperor's great greetings."
"Long live Long live Long live."
Looking at Du Yu after the salute, Liu Mingzhi quietly glanced at the Li family members in the mourning hall.
"My original words remain unchanged. I will either kowtow or be buried with you."
"Everyone, can you choose now?"
"A weapon must drink blood when it is unsheathed. Don't let me take action again. If you do it again, more than just one person will die."
"Li Zongling, make a statement!"
Li Chengbai looked at Liu Mingzhi's sharp eyes and nodded helplessly.
"Kowtow, let me lead the Li clan to kowtow to the late emperor."
Forms are not as good as people. Li Chengbai knew that it would not work to reason with Liu Mingzhi, an arrogant and unreasonable guy at this time. If he continued to fight, he would die in vain.
The guards of the palace were experts and could escape in the rain of arrows, but very few of the descendants of the Li family knew kung fu.
Facing the rain of arrows, I am afraid that I will die miserably.
Li Chengbai's surrender made all the descendants of the Li family heave a sigh of relief. They were really afraid that their uncle and Liu Mingzhi would fight to the death. They only had one life, and no one wanted to die young.
Especially when enjoying the glory and wealth, I don’t want to die.
Looking at the Li clan members who obediently kowtow to offer incense, Liu Mingzhi silently closed his eyes and sighed secretly.
He really wanted to cleanse the sect's house of these scoundrels and bury them with Li Baiyu, but he couldn't do that. Li Ye's ascension to the throne was indispensable for these bastard things.
Li Chengbai stood up, straightened his robes, and looked at Liu Mingzhi quietly.
"King Liang, are you satisfied now?"
Liu Mingzhi opened his eyes and nodded slightly: "Still trying to survive, how long will the late Emperor's spirit be suspended?"
"Forty-nine days! The late emperor died young and did not meet the eighty-one-day standard."
"Posthumous title?"
"Long Wuzong."
"Can it be a national mourning?"
"Okay, of course there will be a national funeral!"
Liu Mingzhi nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, all etiquette will be carried out according to the ancestral system. There is something missing. Let me ask you guys."
"Don't worry, Prince Liang, we won't be rude."
Liu Mingzhi turned around and looked at Li Baiyu's portrait behind the coffin, his eyes filled with melancholy.
It is really sad that an emperor with the talent of a generation of wise kings has been so confused for only one year since he ascended the throne.
"Shu... Your Majesty is drinking and pouring wine in the royal study."
"Death is like a lamp going out, the past is gone."
"When my father was on the throne, he was always worried about civil strife among his descendants and hoped that their brothers could live in harmony. But in the end, my father was not able to get his wish."
"Your clan government will come forward and let their brothers be buried together in the imperial mausoleum."
"Posthumous title, Long He Zong."
"I hope their brothers can value peace down below!"
All the descendants of the Li family were startled and looked at Liu Mingzhi in surprise. They did not expect that Liu Mingzhi actually gave Li Yunlong such a posthumous title.
After all, the fact that Li Yunlong rebelled and ascended the throne is now known to the world, and his posthumous title should not have been like this.
Li Chengbai looked at Liu Mingzhi's melancholy eyes and nodded silently.