Step on a branch

Chapter 410

The door of the temple was closed quickly.

With a bang, like thunder, it exploded in everyone's ears.

Before most people could react, there was another movement soon, and all the windows were closed.

The morning light was blocked outside.

The hall immediately became dark, with only a little light coming in through the window lattice, which could be shone under the window.

In the middle, it was almost pitch black.

There was an old censor who couldn't bear his temper and asked the emperor sharply: "What are you doing?"

The emperor glanced at him, and then his eyes fell on An Beihou and Feng Zhong who were beside the palace gate.

Those two people were a step late before, and they didn't hold the door in time, and now they are exerting force, trying to knock the door of the hall open.

"You two lovers, please save some effort," he said.

An Beihou stopped and shook his head at Feng Zhong.

They can't break open.

What's worse, he heard the sound of footsteps outside.

There were no clashes of weapons, no sounds of fighting and shouting, and the footsteps belonged to the servants.

"What does the eunuch surnamed Ji want to do?" Feng Zhong asked An Beihou muttering.

An Beihou's heart sank.

Soon, they all knew the answer.

The outside is sealed with wooden strips.

There was a clang of bells at the windows, and the boards were tight.

The light that came in also disappeared, replaced by oil lamps lit in the hall.

The warm yellow oil lamp will be able to illuminate the interior of the hall, but it will not warm people's hearts.

Seeing this situation, several old censors were very excited.

"Are you going to take us as protons?"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Do you still look like the king of a country?"

Grand Master Huang listened to their questioning, and didn't bother to analyze the situation in detail, so he quickly communicated with An Beihou and others.

There are eyes and gestures. Apart from talking, there is almost no dancing.

Up to now, he doesn't care what the emperor thinks or thinks, but he has to remind these quick-response and strong generals not to worry about the doors and windows, but to stabilize these old censors first.

These elders are not the same as him and Fan Taibao's "soft" temperament, each one is more resolute than the other.

Turning around, I couldn't say a word smoothly, my blood surged up, and I really hit the pillar...

No need, really no need.

An Beihou, Feng Zhong and the others also understood that they honestly came back to the front, and moved some seats with a few young and strong ministers.

Of course the standing was not neat, but it did seal off the impulsive angles of the elders.

You can't just rush forward, the bosses need to turn a corner, which will give them room to react.

Seeing this, Taishi Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

He also didn't want blood from all over the place to welcome the emperor's grandson into the hall.

"Excuse me, old minister," Huang Taishi calmed down and stood up, "Your move is not wise.

No matter how tightly guarded the outside is, when they lead an army to rush in, they will not be opponents, and the inside of the hall will be opened at that time.

And in the hall, there are only a few servants and guards around you, you have to be ruthless, the number is not dominant. "

The emperor leaned on the back of his chair, stared at Huang Taishi for a long time, and said: "Then according to the old Taishi's opinion, what should I do? Tell the defenders of the imperial city to give up resistance and let the rebels in. Lin Fan, the grandson of the emperor, please come to the dragon chair?"

The emperor asked these two questions very calmly, without any ups and downs in his tone, as if he was asking how the weather is today.

However, it is precisely this calmness that makes it look more and more mocking.

Because, there is no answer.

Taishi Huang couldn't give the answer to the emperor, and neither could anyone else.

Indeed, for all the courtiers, no matter whether they are those who have long been devoted to the emperor's grandson, or those who can be both sides, or those who support the emperor, at this moment, when the imperial city is in crisis, the choice is already very simple .

Bow your head to the emperor and grandson, or, one minister does not serve two masters, and leaves the officialdom with a flick of his sleeves, or if he is more determined, he declares his position with death.

They are ministers, and they have many choices.

The emperor on the dragon chair is not, nor is he a person who is willing to admit defeat honestly.

Seeing the silence at the bottom, the emperor curled his lips and smiled ironically: "You don't have to worry, I keep you, but I just want to have a good talk with Lin Fan. What are you afraid of? You can only talk when you are alive." , you are dead, what are you talking about?"

Fan Taibao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly let out a long sigh.

Then, regardless of his appearance, he slowly sat down on the floor.

"I'm old, I can't stand for so long," he said, "Sit down and rest."

Grand Master Huang glanced at him, and sat down beside him without further words.

The army is attacking the imperial city, and it will take some time to reach the Golden Luan Hall.

These "hostages" are old, weak and weak, and there are several strong-tempered ones.

If there is going to be a big riot, although the number of servants and guards is small, barefoot people are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Grand Master Huang is very afraid that his old partners will not be able to handle it alone, and they will pass away in anger, or they will hit the pillar again.

Since the palace door cannot be opened from the inside, then wait.

Wait until the army arrives.

Now is not the time to anger the emperor.

Someone took the lead, and one after another, many courtiers sat down.

The floor tiles are cold and uncomfortable, so bear with it.

Physical discomfort can be tolerated, but mental discomfort...

Grand Master Huang glanced at the emperor, then looked away again.

Maybe people change.

Just like Huang Ye, he has changed a lot in 20 years.

When he made the choice before, he also predicted the end of the emperor, but it is still very uncomfortable to really come to this step.

On the other side, Feng Zhong sat cross-legged, and An Beihou squatted aside.

Sitting and waiting to die is definitely not the character of a general on the battlefield, one must find a way to break the situation.

Feng Zhong clenched his fists and wanted to speak several times, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.

After knowing Lin Fan's true identity, he and An Beihou didn't discuss their thoughts carefully, and both of them avoided discussing directly.

But vaguely, Feng Zhong could feel the position of An Beihou.

Now, the emperor is trapped in the main hall with civil and military ministers, and he has no intention of killing at this moment, what will happen next?
Once the emperor wants to die together, or do other extreme things, how to deal with it?
It is said that the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die.

Faint king, he is still king!

As long as he is not deposed.

And the courtiers attacked the king...

Feng Zhong took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He can die, but he doesn't want to see so many elders being killed.

Don't discuss with An Beihou, and don't implicate him.

If that time really comes, Feng Zhong will be the one who kills the king.

Making up his mind, Feng Zhong's throat rolled and he glanced upwards.

On the left and right sides of the emperor, there is a guard with a knife on each side. When you do it, you must quickly grab the knife, otherwise it will be difficult to threaten the emperor with bare hands.

Killing the king is not a good thing, it needs to be done in a blink of an eye.

Feng Zhong was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't realize that An Beihou beside him was also thinking solemnly.

　Thanks to the book friend 20200714091947651 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend Zhang Yu~Xiao Wanzi and Kai Xiaoli for the reward.

　　
　
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