Chapter 520 The sickly prince's little wild cat (36)

   His Majesty has passed away.

  A country cannot live without a ruler for a day.

   It is imperative to establish a new emperor!

   Right now is the time to stand in line, choose the third prince or the seventh prince, just a thought.

  Even though they heard that the emperor was going to be the seventh prince, it was obvious that the third prince had the upper hand, and the seventh prince was in a dire situation.

  Since ancient times, the winners and losers, the history books are all written by the victors.

   If the third prince succeeds in forcing the palace, this paragraph can be completely erased, and then the seventh prince can be pushed out as a scapegoat, and he can justifiably inherit the lineage.

  People are afraid of death, and some ministers can't bear it. Obviously, their own lives are more important. They quietly walked to the side of the third prince and made their position clear.

   "Master Wei, the third prince killed his father and murdered the monarch with the intention of plotting rebellion, and his crime should be punished. How can you still stand by him! Aren't you afraid of being criticized by the world?"

   "Master Li, can't you see the current situation clearly? The third prince is destined to return, and the minister is willing to support the third prince to ascend to the throne."

   Prime Minister Wei took the lead in expressing his support for the third prince.

   "Confused..."

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  Xie Junheng raised his chin slightly, his expression a little arrogant, "Seventh brother, I will give you another chance, and I will capture it without my hands. For the sake of you and me, I will give it lightly and spare your life."

  Xie Sui still stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his voice flat as water: "Brother Sanhuang thought I would enter the palace unprepared? Did you think things went too smoothly?"

  Xie Junheng listened to what he said, pulled down his face, his face was cold, raised his sword and pointed at Xie Suihan and said, "If that's the case, then don't blame Brother Sanhuang for disregarding brotherhood."

   There was a sudden commotion outside the hall.

  Li Siyu rushed in with a large number of soldiers in armor, and his momentum was unstoppable.

  Three thousand elite soldiers scattered into two columns, flanking from left to right, firmly guarding Xie Sui and the other ministers in the middle.

   The originally spacious hall suddenly became crowded.

  Almost at the same time, the two armies faced each other, their swords pointed at each other, their swords were drawn, and they were ready to strike.

   The Guards were tens of thousands, while Xie Sui's elite soldiers were only 3,000.

   Judging from the number of people, Xie Sui obviously does not have the advantage.

   These 3,000 elite soldiers, regardless of the small number, can kill several Guards with one sword.

  Tonight, I am afraid it is destined to be a sleepless night.

   Xie Junheng said: "All the officers and men obey the order, if you surrender immediately, this prince will reward you with all your corpses. If you fight stubbornly again, all the nine clans will be wiped out!"

  Li Siyu was also violent, and responded loudly: "Iron Cavalry would rather die than surrender! The traitor who seeks to usurp the throne, also delusionally wants me to kneel? If you want to fight, fight, stop talking nonsense!"

   Besides, Master is here!

   Will they lose?

   Definitely not.

   Li Siyu's self-confidence.

  Xie Junheng's face twisted for a while: "The Guards obey the order, kill! Kill them all! Not a single one!"

   The Praetorian Guards attacked.

   The two sides killed each other.

   Shiyou also turned over a lot of people, but his eyes were locked on the man who killed the enemy in the crowd.

  Xie Sui holds a long sword, his brows are stern, and his whole body is awe-inspiring, like a **** coming into the world, killing people like chopping melons and vegetables, where is the sick child who coughed three times a few years ago.

The    Praetorian Guards fell one by one, and in the end only a few soldiers were left in the **** battle.

   Xie Junheng suddenly felt the chill approaching behind him, turned around and swung a knife to block, knocking down an arrow!

   Then he looked towards the direction the bow and arrow were shot from, and found that an archer was ambushing on the roof not far away.

   He was shocked, and hurriedly looked at the surrounding roofs. Before he could confirm how many ambush there were, the arrows shot from three sides!

   In his ears, there were the cold wind breaking of feather arrows, the screams of pain, the metal collision of hand-to-hand combat, and a heart-piercing cry.

   "Jun Heng!! My son—"

  Xie Junheng shot down two arrows, but the expected pain in his back did not appear. He saw that Concubine Xiao, who was wearing a gorgeous and bright palace dress, had arrived behind him at some point and blocked the arrow for him.

   I saw with my own eyes that my mother and concubine fell into a pool of blood with an arrow pierced through the heart. The string in my heart was snapped with a "pop", and there was a deep and intense hatred and madness in her eyes.

   The strong hatred overwhelmed his reason. He squeezed the sword in his hand and rushed towards Xie Sui like crazy.

  Why is the result of rebirth the same as the previous life?

for! Varied! What!

I can not be reconciled!

   Shiyou immediately noticed something was wrong.

   controlled Xie Junheng with lightning speed and pressed him to the ground.

   His face was pressed to the ground, his hands and feet were tied behind his back, his posture at this time was definitely humiliating, and his face was even more painful.

   "Let go of me!" Xie Junheng shouted, his voice hoarse and grim, "Let go of me! I am the emperor! No one can stop me from taking that position!"

   Xie Sui glanced at Xie Junheng, who was struggling on the ground: "Go down and put in the Heavenly Prison."

"Yes."

  Xie Junheng huddled and struggled, his blushing eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and he roared like crazy: "Hahaha...I am the emperor...I am the emperor..."

  The throne can really change people.

  Whether it is a person who sits on the throne or a person who does not get the throne, after a long time in contact with this thing, it will change;

   In this situation, the officials looked at each other in dismay, not daring to make a sound.

After   , Xie Junheng was dragged down, and the imperial guards in the hall had no leader, and there was no way to retreat.

  Xie Sui: "Let the rest of the party be rectified on the spot."

   In just a moment, the rest of the party was wiped out, the hall was filled with a layer of corpses, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

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  Xie Sui's robe was stained with blood, and his handsome face was also stained with blood, his black eyes were as deep as ink, and the powerful aura around him made people hold their breath involuntarily.

   In the eyes of the courtiers, the former seventh prince has always been a sick and beautiful woman. They have never seen such a seventh prince - evil and cold, like a bloodthirsty Shura who walked out of hell.

   This is their future emperor.

   Xie Sui skipped the group of stunned ministers, took Shiyou's hand, and walked out.

   "I'll take you back to the palace first, you rest early, the late emperor has passed away, there are a lot of things to deal with, I'm afraid I can go back to accompany you very late tonight."

   Even if Xie Sui was about to succeed to the throne as the new emperor, when talking to Shiyou, he still lowered his brows and pleasing to the eye, and was tender and tender enough to make women all over the world envious.

   Shiyou slightly bent his eyes and said "Okay" obediently.

  The two left together, but the ministers only saw the vicious seventh prince just now, carefully and gently guarding Shiyou to leave, as if this was a dragon pool and a tiger's den.

   Walking to a place where no one was there, Xie Sui wrapped her arms around her and hugged her firmly, and heard him whisper in her ear, "If I become emperor, would you marry me and be my queen?"

   Shiyou asked him: "Do you still remember that you have two personalities?"

   (end of this chapter)