Uncle, don't overdo it

No wonder Ximen Hai turned against him at a critical moment. The hunting ground surrounded by all sides was the best place to kill, but he was completely destroyed by his words!

As the saying goes, the defense is tight, and the idiot inadvertently made his unlucky start this time in the hands of a little Ximen Hai.

Ximen Yin was angry at this time, but his expression remained extremely calm. Under the urgent urging of the minister, he asked the person in front of him calmly, "Don't be nervous, just speak slowly."

The man swallowed a mouthful of water, adjusted his uneasy breath, and replied, "I'm not sure if it was the work of King Xuan. destroyed."

Alarming the first emperor, this is a great move comparable to alarming the gods. As the saying goes, the dead are the most important. The dead Ximen Jinglie has also cast a mysterious color in the hearts of everyone, and has become the same as the ancestors of the Ximen royal family. The symbol of Yuan Dynasty and the world for thousands of years.

"Ah!" The minister following behind Ximen Yin exclaimed.

His ascension to the throne was imminent, and something happened to the imperial mausoleum. Wouldn't this delay his enthronement again?

Ximen Yin's face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"Go to the Hall of Showa Immediately."

Ximen Yin immediately decided that he could not delay any longer. No matter what happened, he had to complete the enthronement ceremony. For the sake of the so-called filial piety, he had already observed filial piety for Ximen Jinglie and buried him in the imperial mausoleum. If something happens, he will not stop his path to the throne for it.

After the sound fell, Ximen Yin took big strides towards Long Yao who was waiting in front of the Green Bamboo Pavilion.

Long Huo had just traveled a short distance before stopping.

"Second prince, if it's an ordinary person, it's a death penalty to block Long Tuo rashly." The minister who followed Long Tuo sternly said.

Ximenhen was standing in front of Long Yu, with his hands behind his back, his usual playful and unruly expression seemed to freeze suddenly, replaced by a serious and calm face.

Hearing that it was Ximenhen blocking the way, Ximen Yin lifted the curtain of Long Yu's sedan chair and poked his head out, "Second Brother, you didn't attend Father's funeral, and now you are here blocking my way, it really doesn't matter." Have you cleared up your business?"

While speaking, Ximen Yin looked around vigilantly, and it seemed that except for Ximenhen, there was no extra person hiding.

This Ximenhen single-handedly looking for him again and again, is he too confident in his ability, or does he think that his third brother has nothing to fear before it's time to attack him?

"An accident happened to the imperial mausoleum, doesn't the third emperor know about it?" Ximenhen asked.

"I know, that's why I have to rush to the Hall of Zhaohe as soon as possible, please let the second brother out of the way." Ximen Yin suppressed all his anger in a sentence that sounded very gentle and steady.

"Third Emperor Brother, this is a bad omen." Ximen Hen and Ximen Yin looked at each other, reminding him with a deep meaning.

"After I complete the enthronement ceremony and realize my father's long-cherished wish, I will rush to the imperial mausoleum to resettle my father." Ximen Yin's attitude indicated that he would not back down and change.

"Third Emperor Brother, don't you think we should carefully consider the matter of the Imperial Tomb first?" Ximenhen stood in front of Long Yu, motionless.

"Forgive me for being powerless at this time." Ximen Yin showed a bit ashamed.

"Second prince, please make way." The minister said sharply again.

If Ximenhen didn't have the status of a prince, he would have already ordered someone to do it. Seeing that Ximenyin hadn't expressed anything, he couldn't do it first, so he had to warn him again and again.

"This should be the last time I block your way, why don't you stop and think again?" Ximen Hen glanced at the impatient minister, then turned to Ximen Yin.

Since they talked in the ** hall, the conversation between the two was fruitless. They should have parted ways, but he still found Ximen Yin one after another, including this last time. In one fell swoop.In fact, he is not a person who is long-winded and procrastinating, but facing Ximen Yin is special, because they have been involved in a certain way since birth, so that they are somewhat restrained by each other up to now, but their self-protection methods are different.

"I've already thought through everything that should be considered. For the sake of the overall situation, I can only do this." Ximen Yin's words always showed a sense of helplessness.

"Third Prince!" The minister at the side was heartbroken, and he clasped his hands and shouted heavily, almost kneeling down to Ximen Yin.

Among them, Ximen Yin seemed to be the savior of the world, and he was very afraid that he would let go. Putting aside these things, they were all attached to the Qingyuan Dynasty, and their fathers and grandparents all made great contributions to the establishment of the Qingyuan Dynasty. , They don't want the world to entrust non-human beings and destroy the foundation they have worked so hard to build.After experiencing the turmoil more than eight years ago, it was not easy for the Qingyuan Dynasty to regain its vitality and stand up again.

At this time, they seem to have forgotten who supported the crumbling Qingyuan Dynasty back then. In their eyes, a king is a king, not an emperor or a prince. He sticks to a stupid morality in his heart, thinking that this is his loyalty to the imperial court.

"I thought that from the matter of the imperial tomb, you have already seen the road ahead, so you should stop your steps." Ximenhen shook his head.

When a person's ambition explodes, his eyes will also be affected by it, which will affect his judgment, just like a person who cannot see the facts clearly when he is impulsive, no matter how cautious and insightful the person was.

"Of course I know that the road ahead is difficult, but I have to go on. You don't have to pretend to be a lecturer here. Whatever you want to do, please do it!" Ximen Yin said, exerting a little force on his hand, Waving down the car curtain, "get up the sedan chair!"

Long Zhuo went straight to him.

Ximen Hen backed away sideways, out of the way, staring at the majestic Long Huo all the time, turned into the next road, and disappeared.

"Master, what should we do?" A man dressed in palace clothes quietly appeared beside Ximen Hen and asked in a low voice.

"He can't wait to run to that position, let him go." Ximenhen said with his gaze back.

"Aren't we going to do anything?" The people around asked, seeing Ximen Yin's people's morale rising and arrogance soaring to the sky, but the people who followed the second prince quietly hid in their respective positions as before, Nothing happened.

Although their master had made it clear that he was not keen on that seat, but now he really wants to watch the dragon seat being easily taken by another person?

"We don't need to be involved in anything inside or outside the palace. The imperial mausoleum has fallen, and the late emperor will be back soon." Ximenhen said.

The first emperor?The man was dumbfounded.

Long Yao, who was sitting by Ximen Yin, was about to reach the Hall of Zhaohe, and the music was getting louder and louder, it sounded really exciting.

On the surface, Ximen Yin was as peaceful as people saw in the past. Although he was rushing to the highest dragon position, there was no trace of publicity or domineering, more like a sage.

Maybe some people are like this, appearance and heart are like two extremes, Ximen Yin, who is as ruthless as Yama's killer behind the scenes, looks like a benevolent saint on the surface, which makes people sigh.

Suddenly, the music seemed to be cut off by the volley, and came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, Long Huo had just stopped in front of the Hall of Zhaohe.

Without all the ministers bowing their heads to greet him, it seemed that the world fell silent and there was no sound.

"What's going on?" Ximen Yin sat in the dragon's bed and asked.

He knew that the minister had been following Long Zhuo all the time, and would speak up first if anything happened.

However, no response was heard.

Ximen Yin held his breath and listened, only the sound of countless people holding their breath and not daring to breathe.

What kind of situation shocked everyone so much that they almost died of shock?

"Ximen Yin, you can get off the sedan chair."

A vigorous, powerful and majestic voice came from a high seat in the Hall of Zhaohe, and it was heard that it contained profound skills, but it was not lethal, and the unique majesty belonged to the king. I dare not lift my foot to step over the vermilion threshold of the Hall of Showa.

This is the voice of Ximen Jingxuan, but it is hundreds or even thousands of times more bold than before. Maybe this is the side that he will show when he commands thousands of troops on the southern border battlefield. Almost everyone is hearing it for the first time.

No matter how brave and good at fighting King Xuan was rumored to be, how mighty and invincible he was named the God of War, people in the capital only saw a man who was used to wearing plain white clothes and ignored everything.

Although that person was very capable, he was very different from the person sitting in the middle of the court, especially from Ximen Jinglie with a long beard.

Ximen Jingxuan, you finally showed up!

Ximen Yin, who was sitting in the middle of the dragon, was secretly lucky with his hands, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the incoming hostility at any time.

Before coming here, he had already taken medicine to maintain his physical strength, which could keep his body fully recovered for one day and one night, and his skills could be used freely. For this fight, he had already made preparations for excessive physical weakness after twelve hours. Success or failure lies in these twelve hours.

"Everyone listen to the order. I am with you today. I vow to eradicate this rebellious minister who murdered the emperor and deal with the crown prince. Whoever gets the head of Ximen Jingxuan will be bestowed the title of prince!"

In the midst of Long Zhuo, Ximen Yin's voice was not weak, and it was also a majestic atmosphere that no one had ever heard before, which made people look at each other in dismay.

However, there was still no response, not even the whispers of discussing matters.

What's going on?

"Who dares to take the head of this king?"

As the sound fell, a cry like a dragon's chant poured out from the Zhaohe Hall, like a dragon leaping, its head surging, stirring up a violent wind and waves and rushing towards the dragon.

boom!

The extravagant and supreme dragon was shaken from the hands of the bearer, and the fragments scattered in all directions, splashing into the air.

Ximen Yin stood in the shattered mess, his bright yellow dragon robe fell in the snowflakes, fluttering with the wind.

Such a scene of being invited to go down the dragon is also quite spectacular, the people on both sides of the waiting stand, no matter the palace or the ministers, do not feel to avoid it.