The First Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy-First Chapters

The people in the hall watched with bated breath as the father and son quarreled.

"We Great Wei have never had the rules of inheritance by the eldest son." The emperor of Great Wei suppressed his anger and said, "If you insist on thinking this way, that is your problem, Yuan Ye, you are crazy."

"It's always been like this." The seventeenth prince said with a stern face: "It's just because you're not the eldest son who sat on the throne, and you say this. The ancestors of our great Wei who inherited the throne are mostly the eldest son. This is the default rule. ."

"You're really crazy..." Emperor Wei looked at the seventeenth prince in disbelief.

"Then what is the father going to do with my crazy son?" The seventeenth prince smiled and said, "Do you want someone to drag me out and behead me?"

The Great Wei Tianzi was furious and said: "You think I dare not kill you..."

"Holy can't be." The three said almost in unison.

All of a sudden, all eyes were focused on Sansan.

"When Empress Xiaoshu died, the Holy Master promised her that no matter what His Highness the Seventeenth did, he would spare his life," said the middle minister, Wang Daozi.

"Don't mention her to me!" The Emperor Wei became more and more angry: "How did this beast get the resources to support the living corpses, do you still need to ask?"

"It was given to me by the queen mother. The queen mother only has one son. It's not like you have more than a hundred sons. Of course, the queen mother's inheritance will be left to me." The seventeenth prince chuckled lightly.

"In this case, I don't have to keep that ghost promise." Emperor Wei said coldly.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, Your Majesty." Zuo Xiangye Gaoshan was in tears, "I also ask Your Majesty to spare His Highness the Seventeenth Prince's life."

In addition to San San, other officials knelt down to plead for the Seventeenth Prince, and Dongmen played the flute even more sobbing, tears streaming down his face, causing Zhou Fan to look sideways.

Dongmen playing the flute only cares about crying, he doesn't care about the life and death of the seventeenth prince, he wants to let the saint know that he never wants to let the saint and his son kill each other.

In the end, the saint really wants to kill the seventeenth prince, so just kill it.

The officials who plead for mercy are probably more or less holding this idea.

Zhou Fan saw that Duanmu Xiaohong and Chen Zheng did not ask for mercy for the seventeenth prince, and he did not either. He wished that the sage would immediately behead the seventeenth prince.

The relationship between the seventeenth prince and him was the worst among the princes.

"Shut up." Emperor Wei looked at San San and shouted, "You three old men, how many people have he killed and how many evil things he has done? According to the law of Wei, why can't they be killed?"

"If anyone dares to intercede for him, I will kill him together."

The officials in the hall who pleaded for mercy instantly shut their mouths, and the East Gate flute wiped tears from their faces and rolled back into the corner.

"You can think that the throne is yours, and you can fight for it, but no matter what you do, it's not the reason for you to do so many bad things." Emperor Wei said with a frosty face: "Come here, drag Li Yuanye and Shi Jiayuan. Go out and behead."

"You really want to kill me." The seventeenth prince laughed more and more arrogantly, "You are cold-blooded and ruthless. Back then, you were able to watch the mother die because of that slut's chaos in the court. Now you want to kill me because of this trivial matter. Not surprising at all."

Dawei Tianzi just kept his face sullen.

Outside the hall, two guards stepped in quickly, to take the seventeenth prince and Shi Jiayuan down together and send them to the guillotine.

It's just that the seventeenth prince's body suddenly exploded,

Bunch of flesh and blood splashed in the hall.

"Be careful."

"Holy Protection."

Immediately there were several people in the hall, and Eunuch Tong moved the fastest. He gently flicked his sleeve robe, and blue True Essence filled the air, and the blood and flesh that splashed in the air were suspended in the air.

The flesh and blood burned, and the black smoke rose up.

The jet-black smoke was also carefully controlled by Father Tongue and gathered into a smoke-like sphere.

After this change, Zhou Fan stared at the corpse Jiayuan for the first time. He was afraid that the corpse Jiayuan would escape, but the corpse Jiayuan was blown away by the explosion and hit the wall. There was no move to escape. A faint smile appeared.

It all happened so fast.

The black smoke balloon flew towards Eunuch Tong, he just glanced at it, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed: "Old slave is guilty."

"What's going on?" Emperor Wei angrily scolded, "Where are the people?"

"This should be a substitute technique, not the body of His Highness the Seventeenth." Tong Gonggong said in a trembling voice.

"This is the ghost avatar technique, the corpse puppet turn. It can make a clone that is exactly the same as the main body. However, this clone can only fool people, but it cannot be cultivated, and it has no strength at all." Corpse Jiayuan explained on behalf of Eunuch Tongue. road.

Father Tongue knelt on the ground and his body trembled.

This kind of thing shouldn't happen. The seventeenth prince was brought into the palace by Eunuch Tong himself. Eunuch Tong should have already thought about verifying the authenticity of the seventeen princes.

Therefore, everyone present did not suspect that the Seventeenth Prince was fake.

"I can't blame this father-in-law. The difficulty of refining a clone with the corpse puppet turning technique is rare in the world, so ordinary means can't tell that this is a fake His Royal Highness." Corpse Jiayuan laughed again.

The crowd looked at each other.

Eunuch Tong's head was on the ground, his eyes were gloomy, and the corpse Jiayuan defended him. That would only make the sage suspect that he was colluding with the seventeenth prince. He hated this corpse Jiayuan, and of course he was even more anxious.

Zhou Fan now understands why the seventeenth prince dared to enter the palace, it turned out to be a fake.

Dawei Tianzi ignored Eunuch Tong who was kneeling on the ground, he just said solemnly, "The East Gate is playing the flute."

"I'm here." Dongmen played the flute and quickly rolled out of the corner to answer.

"I gave my order that the seventeenth prince Li Yuanye colluded with the living corpse and committed monstrous evils. From today onwards, he is no longer a member of the royal family. If you want to find him, if you dare to resist, you can be sentenced to death immediately!" Dawei Tianzi said.

The Dongmen flute hurriedly responded.

"Give me three months to complete this matter, otherwise you won't have to do it!" The Emperor Wei said coldly again.

Dongmen played the flute and his body was full of fat and trembled, "Yes!"

The Great Wei Tianzi glanced at Zombie Jiayuan in disgust again, "This person is also handed over to you to deal with."

After the Great Wei Tianzi finished speaking, he ignored anyone and left alone.

But Eunuch Tong was still kneeling on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the Holy Master didn't speak to deal with him now, he could still bear the next treatment.

When the people in the hall saw the saint leaving, they all dispersed in groups of three or five.

Zhou Fan walked with Duanmu Xiaohong and Chen Zheng, and got into the talisman car together.

Duanmu Xiaohong didn't sigh until after leaving the Jinggong Palace: "I haven't seen the saint so angry for a long time."

"Senior brother, the sage may not be really angry, does he really not know that the seventeenth prince is fake?" Chen Zheng questioned aloud.

Zhou Fan also had such doubts in his heart.

"That's not right." Duanmu Xiaohong shook his head and affirmed: "The sage is really angry, and he really wants to kill the seventeenth prince."