"Old Qi, you are using strong words! There is still a prince here in the empire today. I, the prince, have not died yet, so how can it be your turn to ascend the throne? This is obviously unreasonable!" The prince looked at Sikong with a mocking face at this time.
Nanfeng was secretly anxious in his heart.
"Yes! Yes! The prince is indeed the first in line to succeed!" At this moment, all the civil servants in the court agreed.
"Fart! Our third prince is the real one! What about the prince? How can he be in charge of the country without virtue and incompetence!"
The support of the civil servants was immediately met with a counterattack by the generals.
"It's ridiculous! What talents does the third prince have? What virtues does he have? What qualifications do you have? Come and listen! Our Crown Prince is the first heir appointed by Emperor Dongyao. Since ancient times, the death of the previous emperor has been
The crown prince has succeeded to the throne, do you want to go against the ancestral system? Go against the general order?"
"Fuck you! I only know that this prince is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. How can such a prince be a king? If such a prince is allowed to ascend the throne, it will be unkind to the emperor and unjust to the people!
Do you want to be unkind and unjust?"
...
The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs was quarreling with each other, and was about to take action.
"Ha ha ha ha......"
Sikong Nanfeng couldn't help laughing.
"Bang!"
A loud sound echoed in the Jinluan Palace.
Sikong Nanfeng kicked over the desk in front of the dragon chair and stood up.
"A group of unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust people dare to talk about loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness in this Jinluan Palace. It's really ridiculous! Ridiculous!"
Sikong Nanfeng had a straight face, pointed at the civil and military ministers, and shouted angrily.
The court hall suddenly fell silent, and Sikong Nanfeng's words were like steel needles, piercing into their hearts. At that moment, everyone couldn't help but feel a little ashamed on their faces.
"Boss! Third child! Have you two spent a day of filial piety? Have you? I know that you are always looking forward to the death of your father! You two are not worthy of being sons, let alone being kings. Filial piety comes first.
, you can't even do the most basic kindness, and you still want to ascend the throne. It's simply a delusion!" Sikong Nanfeng pointed at the prince and the third prince and said coldly.
"Whether he is worthy or not is up to you! Only those with strength can decide, do you understand?" The third prince stared at Sikong Nanfeng coldly.
"In this case, I think everyone should stop acting and start taking sides! Stand with whoever you support, and pull out all the losers and chop them down!" Sikong Nanfeng didn't want to waste any more time. Anyway, it was a battle.
The direct battle is inevitable, and it is completely meaningless to say anything else.
As soon as Sikong Nanfeng said these words, the ministers present began to panic collectively. Those who had already stood in line did not react at all. Anyway, the interests were already bound and could not be changed. But for those who had always remained neutral, this was simply
It is a difficult choice, and everyone is secretly complaining in their hearts at this moment. If you stand in the wrong team, it is equivalent to committing suicide. If you do not stand in the team, it is equivalent to committing suicide on the spot. Even if you stand in the right team, I am afraid that there will be no career career in the future. It is really a dilemma.
The prince and the third prince had no objections to Sikong Nanfeng's words and expressed their acquiescence. They also wanted to see who the princes and ministers present had their hearts in mind. This was the best moment to test their loyalty.
Although the choice was difficult, the ministers still had to make a choice.
For a moment, everyone stood in line, and there was no neutral person. It was obvious that no one wanted to be killed on the spot. No matter who you chose, at least there was a chance of survival, which was much better than being killed on the spot.
It was obvious that all the ministers believed that the Seventh Prince's chance of winning was too low. At this moment, Sikong Nanfeng was still the only one with Marshal Mu.
"It's pretty much what I expected. I'm not disappointed because I never had such hope. Now that everyone has made their choice, let's go out! This Jinluan Palace cannot be stained by your or my blood." Sikong Nanfeng
He said calmly and self-deprecatingly. Although he didn't have any hope for this, he still felt a little disappointed and helpless in his heart.
A large group of people slowly walked out, and everyone felt extremely heavy at this moment. They sighed in their hearts. The emperor Sikong Dongyao was so glorious during his lifetime, but he did not expect that he died in obscurity. It took three days for everyone to know
The news of his death really has to be said to be a huge irony. But at this moment, the three princes are about to stage a fight to the death in front of the Golden Palace. It is really pitiful! Sad! Lamentable! However, maybe this is the real royal family.
Bar!
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In front of the Jinluan Palace is an open square, surrounded by towering city walls. The huge city gate is facing the gate of the Jinluan Palace. There is a high platform in the middle of the right side of the square. Don't get confused, this high platform is not a arena, but an emperor.
Guillotine for killing in rage.
The high platform is made of marble, but the surface is bright red. You can imagine how many people's heads have fallen here. This high platform is strong evidence of the saying that accompaniment to the king is like a tiger.
Sikong Nanfeng and Marshal Mu stepped onto the high platform one after another.
"My father told me before he died that if possible, he would leave a whole body for you two. Do you want me to leave a whole body for you?" Sikong Nanfeng looked at the prince and the third prince indifferently.
It was as if he was talking to two dead people. Then he lit a cigarette for himself. Although he usually hated the smell of smoke, the cigarette in his mouth made Sikong Nanfeng feel that it was as bitter and astringent as his mood at the moment.
(Smoking is not only about loneliness, sometimes it is also a resonance of mood.)
"Lao Qi, Lao Qi! I really don't know where your confidence comes from. Do you think you are really qualified to compete with us for the throne? For the sake of brotherhood, I will find you a
A place with good feng shui." The prince squinted his narrow eyes and stared coldly at Sikong Nanfeng on the high platform.
"Don't talk too much nonsense! I'll show you the real skills!" The third prince waved his white paper fan unhurriedly, with an indifferent expression.
Sikong Nanfeng sneered twice, then looked at Marshal Mu and nodded.
The temperature of the huge square dropped sharply as Sikong Nanfeng nodded, and cold sweat broke out from all the ministers present.
"Escort!" Marshal Mu took a step forward to block Sikong Nanfeng and shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men in black suddenly appeared behind the towering city walls surrounding the square. Then they quickly swooped down. Each one of them was as light as a swallow. Without even thinking about it, he knew that they were a group of masters. On the black clothes behind each of them was written
There was a big word "dark" written on it, and a bright steel knife in his hand.
As soon as the group of men in black landed on the ground, they rushed towards the high platform.
"Form up!" Marshal Mu shouted.
The men in black quickly surrounded the high platform behind them, looking on guard.
There are probably about ten thousand people in black, but even ten thousand people in black only occupy less than one-twentieth of the square, which shows how big the square is.
"Old Seven! You didn't just prepare this few people, did you? Where are your imperial guards? Where are your palace mages?" The prince looked at Sikong Nanfeng with a smile and shook his head disdainfully.
"Even without the Imperial Guards and the Palace Mage Group, I, Sikong Nanfeng, can still destroy you, the rebellious minister and traitor." Sikong Nanfeng had already realized at this time, I am afraid that the Imperial Guard and the Palace Mage Group have already betrayed.
The betrayal of the Imperial Guards was not surprising to Si Kong Nanfeng, but the betrayal of the Palace Mage Group made Si Kong Nanfeng feel incredible. His teacher was one of the elders of the Palace Mage Group, and Si Kong Nanfeng did not believe in him anyway.
The teacher will betray himself.
"Isn't it fun to talk big but not kill anyone?" The prince sneered, then reached out, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Come out, everyone!"
"Crunch!"
The huge city gate was slowly opened, and a large number of guards swarmed in.
Magicians also stood on the city wall, obviously the palace magicians.
When the city gate was closed, the huge square was already filled with nearly 200,000 guardsmen, making the atmosphere in the entire square suddenly tense.
"Teacher, why did you betray me?"
Sikong Nanfeng was looking at a white-haired old man on the city wall at this time, and his words were full of sadness. Apart from his father and mother, this teacher was the closest person to Sikong Nanfeng in this palace. The betrayal of his relatives,
People who have never tasted this taste will never be able to understand it.
"Don't blame the teacher. The teacher just wants to live longer. For the sake of master and apprentice, the teacher will try his best not to cause you pain." The white-haired old man sighed, with a little worry on his face.
Feeling ashamed.
Sikong Nanfeng kept nodding his head, with tears tightly in his eyes, trying not to let them fall: "Everyone has his own ambitions! I have nothing to say about your choice, but the relationship between you and my master and disciple will be severed from now on." Sikong Nanfeng
Nan Feng felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
"Third brother, stop hiding it and show it!" The prince squinted his eyes and stared at the third prince coldly.
The third prince put away the white paper fan, sneered, and then glanced around the city wall: "Tell him who you are from!"
"Swear to follow His Highness the Third Prince to the death!"
Hundreds of thousands of court mages on the city wall roared in unison.
The prince's face suddenly darkened, and he cast a cold gaze on the third prince: "I can't tell, third prince, I have you!"
The prince finally tasted the feeling of being forced into a corner, and his heart suddenly became nervous. The nearly 100,000 palace mage group was not the slightest threat. Although he still had 200,000 imperial guards in his hands, this was completely
It's a comparison of strength between two levels. To put it bluntly, the two hundred thousand Imperial Guards are just the effort of a stick of incense to the one hundred thousand Palace Mage Group.