Chapter 112 Do you still need a reason to kill a faint?
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Inside Zhengyang Hall.
Behind the crystal curtain, Lu Ming bowed one of his calves without the image of a king, leaning on his right elbow as a fulcrum. Next to him, a girl in a long skirt sat on a cushion, roughly in the same posture as Lu Ming.
Pretty much the same.
Linglong moved to the side, the emerald green rattan in her hand grew longer and longer, like a living grass, swaying this way and that, and then under her control, the part of the rattan head quietly probed in the direction of Lu Ming.
Like an itch being scratched, he gently poked at his nose, brain, back of neck and other places.
Reaching out and grabbing the peeling tip of the rattan, Lu Ming rolled his eyes at Linglong. Some of the speechless girls were still in such good spirits, knowing that they couldn't light up the Bisheng Pillar.
What is this joy about?
"come over."
Lu Ming stretched out his hand towards Linglong, and the girl came closer. Lu Mingshan leaned his head downwards and lay in Linglong's arms. The girl's soft and warm body was as soft and comfortable as water.
Smelling the spontaneous fragrance of the girl's body, Lu Ming sighed.
I understand what Hunjun should do.
Holding such a beautiful girl every day, who wants to be in government? She seems to have nothing to do.
Really are.
"It's comfortable, hey!" Lu Ming smiled at the girl. The smile came from within. He liked himself and liked the people who liked him. This seemed to be a more beautiful thing than anything else.
What's more, it also comes with a throne.
Linglong sniffed her nose and snorted softly, but did not push him away. Then she stretched out her emerald-white hand to remove the crown from Lu Ming's head, and inserted her fingers into his fine hair to play with it carefully.
A cool, soft feeling comes from between your fingers.
"I didn't expect you to have such long hair. It's even longer than my hair, and it's even prettier. It's so enviable." Linglong let out a sigh, and took a closer look when she stretched out her hand to pull her hair.
After going through everything, I didn't find that he had the hard work that a king should do, and the gray hair that he should have due to stress.
His face never seems to be haggard, and he is easily so happy without thinking. He is really a big boy who is easily satisfied.
It's really a serious illness.
Humming in her heart, Linglong tried to pull his hair hard with her hands, but stopped again when she saw the boy closing his eyes and smiling from the bottom of his heart.
Forget it, let it go this time.
"What do you mean I can't grow such long hair?" Lu Ming asked doubtfully as he moved his body and chose a more comfortable position to lie down.
"Your Majesty is not a monk. What's the matter with growing your hair? Isn't it illegal?"
"Yes, yes, but can you get up first?"
"What? You don't like me anymore?"
Lu Ming stared at the girl.
Linglong sighed and said nothing. She lifted up the boy in her arms with all her strength, then put the cushion under her buttocks under his head as a pillow, and finally stretched out and plopped down into his arms.
After everything was done, he raised his little face, blinked, and said to him with a smile: "It's my turn~"
Lu Ming: "..."
He reached out and pulled twice, but she held her tightly around the waist. Lu Ming gave up the idea of continuing to try to pull the girl away so that he could lean on her.
"Sure enough, good times are always short-lived. I haven't even fallen asleep yet, and you have to exchange it with me."
"hey-hey."
Just as the two were giggling and complaining helplessly, a slight cough came from outside the curtain.
Feitian's chest rose and fell greatly, and he took a few deep breaths. He tried hard to control the urge to teach the young Junshang a lesson, and kept reminding himself that he was still young and should be measured.
After thinking silently for several times, Feitian finally restrained himself, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice behind the curtain: "Your Majesty, Marquis Pingjiang has arrived and is asking for an audience outside the palace."
"Are you here? It's time to go to court and there are guests."
Lu Ming murmured, then pinched Linglong's pretty face, which caused a burst of dissatisfaction, but he reluctantly stood up and shook his head speechlessly.
"You really know how to choose the right time, this Marquis of Pingjiang."
"I'll let you lean on me later, that's all."
Lu Ming chuckled lightly, stood up and opened the curtain, sat on the jade steps of the calendar plate and looked quietly in the direction of the main hall. Linglong tidied her clothes, brought a cushion and sat next to her.
Feitian turned around with satisfaction and said to the guard on the side.
: "Xuanping Jianghou."
"Xuanping Jianghou."
"..."
The voice passed one after another, becoming louder and louder, and did not stop until outside the palace. After a while, Pingjiang Marquis, wearing a purple and gold-trimmed title attire, slowly came to the hall. He had a calm face, a sword at his waist, and ten men behind him.
Two personal guards wearing military uniforms and holding sabers each lined up in a row.
Marquis Pingjiang stopped in the middle of the hall, looked up at the young monarch who had shown no expression since he entered, bowed half-way forward, and shouted in a deep voice,
"My lord, Pingjiang Marquis, Zhu Xi, pay homage to your Majesty!"
"Since I'm here to pay my respects, why don't you just meet me and not pay my respects?" Lu Ming said indifferently: "Pingjiang Marquis not only brought his sword but also his personal guards. Could it be that... he wants to stage a coup in my Zhengyang Palace?"
A pin drop could be heard in the main hall. The high priest bowed slightly, his face expressionless.
Prime Minister Feitian looked at Commander Tiewei, who immediately understood.
"Zhuxi, if you don't kneel before you, you are ignoring your father! To discuss politics with a sword is to commit rebellion!" Under the steps in front of the palace, Iron Guard Ziyuan stepped forward and shouted loudly. "Pingjiang Marquis, what are your intentions?"
The iron guards on both sides of the hall took a step forward at the same time, placed their left hands on the sabers on their waists, and shouted at the same time. "Marquis Pingjiang, what are your intentions?!"
"Marquis Pingjiang, what are your intentions?!"
The palace was large and spacious, and the scolding echoed several times before it became quiet.
Zhu Xi neither covered his ears to block out the lingering reverberating sound nor took off his sword and knelt down to salute and beg for mercy. He waited until the reverberating sound disappeared, then reached out and took out a golden plaque from his arms, walked to Tiewei Dutong and placed it next to him.
In his hand.
"Why are you joking, Your Majesty?"
"Fifteen years ago, Zhu Xi led the princes to suppress the rebellion, suppress the bandits, and save the people... He made several achievements. Therefore, the late king gave me an iron scroll. I can enter the court without worshiping and fight to protect myself."
Zhu Xi talked about old things calmly and bowed slightly, "Of course, if you feel that Zhu Xi is offended..."
"Soldier to protect yourself?" With a sneer, Lu Ming interrupted Zhu Xi, looked directly at Ziyuan, the commander of the iron guard, and asked in a deep voice: "Ziyuan, I want to ask you, who is the emperor now?"
Ziyuan bowed and looked at the king.
Lu Ming continued to ask: "Has Suchuan's reign been changed? Can the laws of the previous dynasty govern the current king?"
Zi Yuan raised his head and placed his hand on the saber at his waist.
Lu Ming asked again: "I'm asking you again? Is it the former king or Gu Da?!"
"I will die for you!"
Zi Yuan understood immediately, and the sword on his waist suddenly unsheathed, with a clatter, the surrounding iron guards drew their swords at the same time, and formed a military formation with their swords to kill Pingjiang Marquis.
The personal guards behind Pingjiang Marquis tensed up and were in a defensive posture as soon as the weapons around them were unsheathed. When the iron guards rushed over, they immediately surrounded Zhu Xi in the center and fought with the iron guards.
The battles were handed over, and casualties soon appeared. They were the personal guards of Pingjiang Marquis. After all, this was the home ground of the Iron Guards. It was a familiar venue. The capital's high-end armaments and weapons, and the people on duty above the main hall were all Iron Guards.
The number of carefully selected experts is also an advantage.
When the two sides fought, they gained the upper hand in just a moment. If it weren't for the fact that there had been no war in Zhaodu all year round and the Iron Guard had less blood experience, I am afraid that with such an advantage, they would be able to destroy the opponent in just one encounter.
Zhu Xi's color suddenly changed, and his expression turned pale before he became calm. He squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly and paid attention to the swords around him. He did not dare to actually draw his sword and kill upwards to prove his crime, but he still shouted loudly towards the top of the hall.
"Your Majesty, are you crazy?"
"I am Marquis Pingjiang and I have done nothing. Why do you kill me?!"
"Of course I am the king? Otherwise, who is younger than you?" Lu Ming sneered, showing that he had no intention of negotiating. The old god looked like a foolish king.
Which prince is the best?
Why not worship before going to court?
Sorry, it doesn't work here.
It's just not pleasing to the eye, it's just annoying.
Does a foolish king need a reason to kill someone?
unnecessary!
This is what Lu Ming showed. I am innocent and unreasonable. What can you do to me? As long as I am innocent enough, I am not afraid of any accusation.
Under the stage, Feitian turned slightly to the side, and without changing his expression, he took out a spear and stood at the foot of the steps to warn the surroundings in case there were unknown warriors under Zhu Xi's command breaking out of the encirclement.
The brocade clothes were covered with snowflakes, and it was hard to tell whether they belonged to the Baizhan personal guards under his command or the divine blood iron guards of the imperial capital.
Zhuxi gritted his teeth and said angrily upward: "Your Majesty, do you really want to fight me to the death?"
"The fish will die, but the net cannot be broken." Lu Ming remained unmoved and shook his head with a chuckle.
What should young people do if they can’t beat the old guys at cards?
How can you ensure that you win and never lose when playing games?
Of course, you are the banker. The rules are in your own hands. It doesn't matter what cards the other party holds. As long as you can change the rules, you can tilt the situation to your advantage at any time.
The current situation is like this. It doesn't matter what Pingjiang Marquis does behind him, nor what plans he has. What matters is that his life hangs by a thread at this moment, and the number of his personal guards is gradually decreasing under the siege of the imperial guards.
Your life may be in jeopardy at any time.
Zhu Xi held the sword in his hand, never daring to use that absolute sword, and directly assassinated the Lord in the main hall. Not to mention the success rate, this was just spread out, and the name was unjust and unjust.
Even if he is the biggest prince, he will let the princes take advantage of him and add insult to injury to prove his reputation as a traitor and traitor.
This was completely different from what he had thought before, first pretending to be a snake, and then leading the leader to walk a certain distance, first destroying his name, and then his body.
It's messed up, everything is messed up.
Marquis Pingjiang was in a state of confusion, but he still waited quietly.
He is waiting for his friends.
It’s not that he trusts the high priest very much, but whether it’s for public or private reasons, the high priest has to speak for him.
Needless to say, it was for selfish reasons. The two of them had conspired and cooperated. Although it was not reliable and each had its own agenda, at least they had their own chains of interests, which tied them together.
As a public servant, as a high priest, and as a minister, it is impossible for me to sit back and watch the most powerful marquis in the fiefdom die in the imperial capital for no reason in front of everyone.
The high priest knew his arrangement, and he had prepared the worst plan before he came. If he accidentally died in Zhaodu, after the news came out, it would really cause a mutiny, and millions of troops in Pingjiang would fight.
If you can go north, the fish will die and the net will break.
Sure enough, not long after, there was a sound coming from above.
The high priest's expression suddenly changed many times. He had never expected such a scene. His Majesty did not discuss it with him when he did this. Suddenly encountering such a change, he felt vaguely uncomfortable in his heart.
But just as Pingjiang Hou thought, no matter what the angle, he had to come out to dissuade him. Ziyuan was killing people, and Feitian obviously knew something. He, a person who knew nothing, did not follow the procedures and did not dissuade him.
What can you do if you quit?
Is it possible to cheer for joy?
The high priest was not sure, so he could only say truthfully: "Your Majesty, the millions of soldiers and subjects under the command of Pingjiang Marquis are guarding the borders of the fiefdom... He can't move!"
"The imperial edict..."
The high priest did not say the rest of the words, and some words were just mentioned. Apart from their reputation, Zhaodu really did not have the troops to compete with Pingjiang Hou's men, and there was really no chance of winning.
What's more, if it is really so crazy, the subjects of other princes and fiefdoms may be even more confused.
"Oh? High Priest, do you mean that you want to protect Marquis Jiang?"
"I don't dare!"
The high priest's head was filled with heat. He took two steps forward and was stopped by Feitian with a gun. He had no choice but to kneel on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Marquis Pingjiang can die, but he cannot die in Zhaodu."
The princes can die anywhere, but they cannot die in the imperial capital.
For the same reason, you cannot die in the fiefdoms of other princes.
After your master dies, is it normal for his subordinates to do some crazy things? Is it normal for a son to do something crazy in order to fulfill his filial duty and compete for power?
This is a truth that everyone understands. Zhu Xi understands it, your Majesty understands it, and the High Priest also understands it. Although he doesn't know why your Majesty is pretending to be a lake. Whether he is really crazy or if he has other plans, he doesn't know.
But the high priest knew that he had to stand up and speak. As a loyal minister, he had to stand in a position that suited his own position and speak for the king in order not to reveal his flaws.
"He said that if you want to destroy your clan, you must first destroy your faith..."
Linglong picked up a book from the steps, and the green rattan slowly extended to connect her and Lu Ming's hands, entwining them gently, and then stood up.
"Then, let Marquis Pingjiang live."
The high priest raised his head and looked at the man and woman, who was the Lord of God and the king. Confusion filled his heart, and the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger.
Lu Ming took the ancient book, turned it around in his hands, and finally restrained the urge to throw it at the high priest's face, "Marquis Pingjiang, you must remember that it was the high priest who asked for your life!"
The ripping sound of swords passing each other weakened and slowly disappeared. The hall was empty, and it seemed that even a slight word could linger for a long time.
Marquis Pingjiang looked at the bloody stumps all around him, feeling cold on his spine. He pressed the sword on his waist and handed it over innocently. After a while, he bowed upward and said, "I... thank you, Your Excellency!"
"You're welcome. Now that the troublesome person is gone, it's time to go to the afterlife ceremony."
Zhu Xi raised his head. This time he was really confused. He really couldn't understand what this gentleman wanted to do.
I originally thought that this person was crazy, but after just killing him, I felt that this person was trying to intimidate me and not let me lead him away, but what did he mean at this time?
The high priest was also puzzled, "Your Majesty, the date calculated by the calendar must be three days from now, not today."
"Are you the king, or am I the king?"
The high priest choked.
"Are you the Lord of God or am I the Lord of God?"
The high priest choked again,
After a while, the Divine Master and the Lord above had left the hall. He finally came back to his senses and arranged for the disciples around him to prepare for the ceremony immediately.