Chapter 873 The Emperor Dies

Murong Jie did not go back to the palace, but stayed in the palace.

The ministers were summoned round after round, and finally the minister of the Ministry of Rites and the supervisor of Qin Tianjian.

Among the people, a letter issued by Yuan Dashi was a crusade against the current emperor. The call pointed out that the emperor ignored the life and death of the people and burned the medicinal materials of the epidemic, which led to the spread of the epidemic in Jiangdong. Its purpose was to suspend medical insurance.

Murong Jie did not become a street rat, the emperor became a street rat.

At this time, Murong Jie organized a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven.

Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the grand ceremonies of offering sacrifices to heaven had to be presided over by the emperor.

The emperor hadn't abdicated yet, so he had to come to the ceremony in person.

Murong Jie led the way on a white horse, followed by Luanjia, and the imperial army maintained order along the road. The emperor sat on the Luanjia, listening to the people on both sides scolding him.

Cracks finally appeared on his stern and calm face.

He clenched his fists and shouted desperately in his heart, I didn't intend to burn the medicinal materials, it was done by a group of idiots who thought they were loyal.

On the altar, the cold wind blows.

Since the Qingming Festival passed, the weather has gradually turned warmer, but today there is a sudden replenishment of cold air, which makes the cotton-padded clothes that have been taken off be put on again.

Wearing a dragon robe, the emperor was helped step by step to the altar.

Last time, when he was on the altar, he was on guard against the eighth man, and the seventh man was protecting him.

Now, this time, his enemy is Lao Qi, life is really ridiculous.

He looked at Murong Jie and laughed, "Seventh Brother, everything has come true, how do you feel?"

The common people below pointed at him and cursed him, he was the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but no one bowed down, only cursed.

"This king only thinks that the retribution of heaven is not good." Murong Jie said coldly, pointing at the people below, "Can you hear what they say? Can't you hear it? It's too loud? But you always see them What's that on your face?"

The emperor looked along his fingers, with an indifferent smile on his face.

Murong Jie gritted his teeth and said: "It's disgust, it's hatred, it's resentment that wants to kill you."

The emperor inspected everyone's face. In fact, it was too far away. He couldn't really see the expressions on those people's faces. He only remembered that every year in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, there were people cheering for long live.

He just remembers those years.

"Old Qi, the day you sat on the dragon chair, I knew that you wanted me to die." The emperor slowly shifted his gaze to Murong Jie's face, looking at the face that resembled him, but was younger and more handsome than himself. Face, the past years flashed in his mind, but in the blink of an eye, many years had passed, he sighed softly, "I have always loved you so much and trusted you. I once told the Queen Mother that if we talk about this world, there is still nothing to lose." If there is anyone who can reassure me, then you are the only one, therefore, I am seriously ill and entrust the country to you."

"You didn't believe it. If you believed it, you wouldn't be like this today." Murong Jie said coldly.

"I believe it, I have believed it," the emperor felt that the wind was getting stronger and dark clouds were approaching, as if a monster had been born out of the sky, and the sky suddenly dimmed. Heroes and generals, but can I not be afraid? This country was brought back by the blood of the ancestors of my Murong family. I have always believed that you are not suitable to be an emperor, you are not cruel enough!"

He looked at Murong Jie's eyes stained with blood-stained hatred, and suddenly smiled, "But, I was wrong, so it's not easy to be an emperor, I read the policy you submitted, and I have to say, father What the emperor said is true, you really have the talent of an emperor, then I must kill you, this has nothing to do with trust."

"What does that have to do with it?" Murong Jie asked coldly.

The emperor smiled slightly, "That's a dispute between the emperors. I've been on the throne for many years, so I can't let people think that you, Murong Jie, are not more suitable to be emperor than I am."

Murong Jie looked at the viciousness on his face, "It's a pity that you lost, this king has long been in power."

The emperor looked at him and shook his head gently, "You didn't win, and I didn't lose either."

"Oh?" Murong Jie sneered, "Look at the people here, are you really not defeated?"

"I didn't lose. What I saw today was deliberately created by you, Murong Jie. The flaws do not conceal the virtues. I have been on the throne for many years, worked hard to govern, and made great contributions to the country. The slightest flaw will not affect my virtuousness. After many years, they will only remember me. What I have done for Da Zhou, the future emperor, because I am his biological father, will let the historian record my great achievements, and today's sum will be erased."

"Really?" Murong Jie stared at him, "But one day I will let the official historian write the truth."

The emperor laughed, smiled and shook his head again, "You, after all, are a little immature, you deserve to win, but you are too nervous to govern, you are too nervous to constantly cultivate power for the prince, and you are not prepared for other things."

Murong Jie's face changed slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Same fate Gu," the emperor leaned into his ear, and whispered, "Not only Sun Fang'er understands, but also other people understand. I have already swallowed the child Gu, who is the mother Gu, do you know? Who is the master of the Gu?" My dear, do you know?"

His voice was almost without any warmth, and the cold air spewed out, Murong Jie felt goosebumps all over his body, and couldn't help shivering, "Mother Gu is Zi'an?"

The emperor laughed and looked at him proudly, "The mother Gu is Xia Zian. Once the child Gu dies, the mother Gu will die seven days later. The person who made the Gu is An Lu who has already died in Xiwei Palace. He is dead. , No one can solve this Gu, Xia Zian will die, and the child in her womb will die. Also, haven't you always been curious, why did I marry Hu Huanling? That's right, I want the money for her money What to do? If you have money, someone will work hard for you and do some shady things. I have already ordered people to offer a reward of 100,000 to kill King Huai of Nanhuai. I have treated you very well and let the three of you reunite in hell."

"You..." Murong Jie was furious and grabbed the emperor's lapel.

The emperor smiled, and said proudly: "Don't dare to kill me? You should do it, and kill me with your own hands in front of everyone."

Murong Jie's face was livid, his teeth were biting until blood dripped from his lips.

He didn't strike, but the emperor suddenly shouted angrily, "Murong Jie, how dare you kill the king? You traitor!"

Murong Jie let go of him, watched in disbelief as his neck was bleeding and he fell down slowly.

There was a hearty smile on his face, "Old Seven, I'm dead, and you will die, and you will also bear the infamy. You have to watch Xia Zi'an die with your own eyes, and I have won."

As he spoke, the blood on his neck spurted out. He held a blade between his fingers, and the blade was stained with blood. His hand slowly let go, and the blade fell to the ground.

The emperor looked at the dark clouds in the sky, it was getting thicker and thicker, it was going to rain, it was great, change the sky, I am dead, change the sky!

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