imperial psychologist

Chapter 389 Embroidered Spring Knife
"Old Song Ge."

Huang Chongde's voice came from the other end. This old man who had been with Emperor Jianxi all his life still maintained his usual gentleness at this moment.

"The prince is no longer here, and the emperor's edict, the old slave, has also been handed over to the prince. The emperor has already made up his mind to pass the throne to Prince Gong... You and other traitors, you have taken this left guard camp tonight What is the thousands of troops defending Heping capital?"

He glanced at the ministers standing behind Song Bozong and him.

"The original canonization ceremony of King Qi should be at the end of May. After the canonization, the imperial concubine and King Qi immediately left Beijing and went to the fiefdom. All this, the Ministry of Rites and the Supervisor of Rituals have files to check. He, Song Bozong, is still obsolete Not following the emperor's will.

"Even if we all die here today, I still have millions of soldiers in Dazhou, and people from all over the world will support me. When the son of the world comes back in the future, when the civil strife is really calmed down, I will never forgive anyone lightly." A disobedient minister."

The faces of the cabinet members in the crowd have lost all color.

They have already understood what Huang Chongde meant - stand in line now, stand in line immediately!

If Prince Gong's son really returns to Pingjing in the future, then all the rebellious ministers who survived tonight will also face disaster.

"My lords, all of you are the mainstay of my Great Zhou." Huang Chongde's eyes became deep, "In the future, the name will be left in the annals of history, whether it will be immortal or notorious...just look at tonight."

This is really... really... difficult choice.

Besides Pingjing's city defense, does Song Bozong have any other cards in his hand?

Can Prince Gong's son escape from birth?
Even if he escapes, can he really make a comeback?
No one knows what the future holds.

However, if they make a wrong step tonight, what awaits them is not only ruin, but also the overturning of the fate of the entire clan...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Ling felt emotional in his heart, and suddenly felt that someone was embracing his left shoulder—Ms. Zhen leaned over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Good boy... thank you." Zhen said in a low voice.

Bo Ling could hear the trembling of her voice, even her breathing was nasal, and she gently patted Wang Hao's back.

"Princess, don't be afraid, the prince said he has a solution." Bai Ling comforted in a low voice, "He said that as long as he lasted until dawn, he would be able to bring troops back."

"Where's the soldier?" Zhen's heart was startled, "General Shen's?"

Bo Ling shook her head—she didn't know, time was too tight, and she didn't have time to ask.

"In short, we just need to last till dawn." Bo Ling said in a deep voice, "Trust me, my son."

Zhen frowned slightly.

She opened Boling lightly, as if she had made up her mind.

"princess……?"

Zhen Shi took a deep breath, put her right hand into the wide sleeve of her left hand, and lightly pressed her fingertips—the sound of sparks igniting came from under the wide sleeve.

And in the next moment, Bo Ling finally saw it clearly - Zhen's right hand was tightly grasping a bamboo joint about two fingers long.

With a light whistle piercing the sky, a bright red firework shot straight into the night sky from outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and a small spark exploded under the dark clouds.

Everyone looked up at the night sky.

It was clearly a signal of some kind of convening.

People couldn't help looking around, and the officers and soldiers of the Zuowei Battalion even clenched their swords—but nothing happened.

Song Bozong's face was gloomy, "Throw this Bai Ling and that Huang Chongde into the poison prison... within an hour, I want to know the whereabouts of Chen Yicong!"

Several people went straight forward and roughly dragged Bo Ling away from Zhen's side. However, when facing Huang Chongde, the officers and soldiers of the Zuowei Battalion still hesitated - they have been with Emperor Jianxi for so long, and almost everyone Everyone has seen this old man who has always been trusted by the emperor.

Even at this time, the guards were still a little concerned about Emperor Jianxi who was still in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Eunuch Huang, please." The officers and soldiers said in a cold voice.

Huang Chongde looked at Song Bozong with some sarcasm, then went to Bai Ling's side, and pushed aside the two guards who were restraining Bai Ling.

"Who else knows the way to Zhen Prison better than me?"

Huang Chongde's eyes showed a bit of compassion unique to old people. He sighed softly, took Bai Ling's hand, and led her out slowly.

The old and the young went away under the escort of Tiewei.

Song Bozong turned around again and looked at the cabinet members who had begun to waver behind him. He knew what these people were worried about: if Prince Gong and the Crown Prince were both captured and killed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation tonight, then the opposite would be the same.

But now that Chen Yicong fled abroad, everything became uncertain.

Song Bozong sneered—in short, when the sun rises tomorrow, King Qi will ascend the throne in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and accept the worship of all Beijing officials above rank four.

And at this moment, he just needs to pick out a few people to kill chickens and monkeys.

So several officials who didn't seem to be determined were pushed out. They cried softly, but kept begging the princess to remember their names.

And at this moment, Prince Gong was picked up from the back of the Hall of Mental Cultivation like an eagle catching a chick—it turned out that he had heard everything just now in the hall, so he abandoned Emperor Jianxi's body and tried to get it from the hall. He sneaked out the back door, but was caught by Zuo Weiying on the spot.

Song Bozong laughed out loud.

All crying and pleading stopped.

It seems that he doesn't need to talk anymore, no one hesitates in front of this cowardly and incompetent prince.

Sun Beiji's and Zhang Shouzhong's bodies froze there, and they both turned their heads away and burst into tears.The tears just now were filled with resentment and passion, but now the tears are nothing but despair.

Song Bozong pointed at the terrified Prince Gong, publicly denounced his guilt, and finally took out the so-called will of course, announcing that King Qi would inherit the throne.

Everyone knelt down, only Zhen Shi was still standing there, looking at everything in front of him calmly.

"Make her kneel!"

Song Bozong held the imperial edict in his hand and ordered sharply.

A soldier stepped forward, reaching out to grab Zhen's hair, when a knife flew out from nowhere in the darkness, and cut off his hand.

There was a scream, blood splashed on Zhen Shi's face, her gaze was so cold that she didn't move at all.

Prince Gong's teeth trembled and he looked around, but before he noticed any clues, the warrior who had been holding his neck was pierced through the belly from behind by a sharp embroidered spring knife.

Prince Gong fell to the ground.

When everyone saw the face that appeared behind Prince Gong, Song Na was the first to scream.

"Han...Han Chong...?" His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "You...why are you...!?"

Han Chong indifferently pulled out the blood blade that had sunk into the warrior's body, clamped the blade with two fingers, and quickly wiped off the hot blood on it.

"I am late to save you." He said expressionlessly, "Prince and Concubine forgive me."

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