Chapter 985

The world knows that the prime minister Huangfu of the former dynasty coerced the young Lord, controlled the government and tried to usurp the throne. This is a traitor.

Now meteorites are falling from the sky, and the words "emperor Bu Chuan I, Huangfu will replace him" are still left on the meteorites. What does this imply?

This implies that the prime minister Huangfu is unwilling to make a comeback and retaliate against all sentient beings.

This is as like as two peas. The words of the birthday of Wei CI are just like the late prime minister.

Who can not doubt such a coincidence?

Ancient people were superstitious. They liked to use myths to explain things they couldn't understand.

They don't know what the world outside the earth is like, so they imagine the "heavenly palace" and the omnipotent "immortal".

Meteorite is the treasure dropped by the gods from the heavenly palace, and the words on it are naturally left by the gods.

God warned that Wei Ci was the reincarnation of the traitor of the previous dynasty.

In the future, this person will be in power and seek to usurp the throne, threatening the country!

If the emperor were to change, Wei CI would surely die, and his family members would have to bleed and be buried with him. For the emperor, who dares to covet the fate of the Dragon chair, let alone a courtier in the rising stage, even his own parents, wives and children, who dares to reach out and kill anyone.

Since ancient times, emperors, whether wise, ordinary or fatuous, have common characteristics in their bones——

Suspicious!

No emperor can tolerate others coveting his throne and rights.

At that time, snowflake like memorials poured into the palace every day, filled with his Majesty's Dragon cases.

Up and down, shaking restlessly.

The great pressure pressed Weici out of breath. He even thought of cutting himself to keep his innocence.

However, what made Weici laugh miserably was that his house was full of confidants sent by his majesty. His every move was under the eyes of these people, and even if he went to the toilet, several people were watching outside. Call once every other period of time. If you don't answer, break in.

[there are all voices of opposition from the government and the public. Your majesty should not insist... Please return your majesty... To your freedom...]

Weici didn't want to seek the throne, but everyone agreed that he would do so in the future, so he had to nip the hidden danger in the bud.

He can't stand external pressure.

Rather than let his majesty order him to commit suicide, he might as well decide his life and death by his own will.

Weici can't decide when he was born. At least let him decide when he died.

The small request was ruthlessly rejected——

His majesty looked at him coldly and said two words for a long time.

[wait -]

After waiting for a while, Wei CI avoided several assassinations, and Jiang Chao ushered in the first cleaning.

The meteorite falling from the sky is false, and the words on it are also false. This incident is a deliberate plot against Zhongliang.

The murder of Zhongliang may not last until death, but under the command of God, the crime is unforgivable and involves the whole family.

Your majesty found out several forces involved, confiscated their property and demoted them to common people.

Both Weici and his majesty know that the few houses she copied are just abandoned children thrown out by others to vent her anger.

Since the meteorite falling from the sky is false, the above instructions are also false.

Wei CI washed away his stigma. He was exempt from capital crime and life crime. He was punished with salary and demoted.

After this time, Wei CI slowly faded out of the power center and took the initiative to ask for a post similar to pension, no longer involved in real power.

Although it was a game, the meteorite event still left him a deep psychological shadow.

It had been slowly forgotten, but Wu Liba's curse reminded him of the past.

Jiang Pengji, sitting at the top of the table, glanced and disdained to say, "if the curse is so effective, will you still be a prisoner?"

She mocked impolitely, and Wu Liba's expression could no longer be seen.

Jiang Pengji mended her knife. "Where do you still need to lead soldiers to fight? The two armies set up an altar before the battle. Isn't it more vicious than who speaks?"

Everyone in the tent couldn't help laughing. Only a few people glanced at Wei Ci and breathed a sigh of relief.

If the Lord is suspicious, it is Wei CI who will suffer first.

Now I see that the Lord is open-minded and is not afraid to stir up discord.

"Although you and I are enemies, I respect you as a man, so I won't humiliate you." Jiang Pengji gasped quite bored, got up from the table, took out a gorgeous machete from her waist and threw it in front of Wu Liba, "finish it yourself."

How can it be glorious to die in the hands of the enemy?

At least preserve the last trace of dignity.

Wu Liba couldn't turn around by Jiang Pengji's reaction and stared at her with complex eyes.

"Seriously?"

"Nature is true." Jiang Pengji said, "but I can't promise not to do anything about your body."

Wu Liba's eyes changed, and his eyes were somewhat desolate and helpless.

"Heaven is going to kill my northern Xinjiang - but Liu Xi - don't be too proud. You'll follow me sooner or later."

Wu Liba said word by word, shook his shoulders, broke free from the shackles of the left and right soldiers, and picked up the machete on the ground.

"King - my old minister, take the first step -"

After that, Wu Liba held the handle of the knife with his movable right hand and pulled it out tremblingly, with tears in his eyes.

He didn't know where the strength came from. He stabbed the blade of the machete into his left chest and inserted it straight into the jumping atrium.

His eyes were protruding, and his frozen expression was ferocious and heroic, as if thousands of words had not been exported.

After a while, he was unwilling to swallow his last breath, and his strong body fell forward and made a dull noise.

"Drag it down and hang it in front of the camp when the weather clears up." Jiang Pengji looked coldly at the corpse at her feet without feeling, "when the flood recedes, integrate the three armed forces, clear up the northern tribes along the river and pursue the remaining soldiers in Northern Xinjiang -"

"Yes."

The crowd retreated, and the expression of Fengzhen and others seemed dignified.

It's a good thing that Wu Liba died, but it's really annoying that he spoke out.

Watching Wu Liba's body hanging outside the camp, I was relieved.

Feng Zhen complained, "... Die and make trouble for others..."

Qi Guan gave way, "the Lord is not very human. She knows very well. As long as she doesn't go too far, she will be fine."

Although Wu Liba is annoying, he punctured the window paper in advance, and the Lord will think more and do it more comprehensively.

Instead of being caught off guard in the future, it's better to consider everything now.

Feng Zhen said, "I hope so -"

The terrible flood receded slowly, revealing the scene of hell on earth, and people shuddered at the sight of bodies.

Jiang Pengji ordered the soldiers to dispose of the bodies. All the other living people were captured and cleaned up the property of each tribe.

The scope of the flood was too wide, and the number of casualties was even more shocking. It directly crippled all the tribes along the river.

Of course, all this is far less than pulling out the corpse and being hung in the enemy camp.