Uncle, don't overdo it

"Murdering the emperor and dealing with the prince, is this the king's crime?"

Ximen Jingxuan stood at the gate of Zhaohe Hall, wearing a blue robe like a pine and cypress standing upright against the wind and snow, with a firm green vigor.

Crossing the side of Ximen Jingxuan and passing through the open gate of Showa Hall, Ximen Yin saw the inside of the hall at a glance. On the high steps in the middle, where he was supposed to sit, there was already a man in a bright yellow dragon robe. people sitting there.

Everyone was stunned into silence by that person.

That was Ximen Jinglie who had come back from the dead!

A dead and buried person suddenly appeared in front of everyone, sitting in his original position. This kind of horror is definitely stronger than the appearance of a criminal.

"Hehe, so you disappeared for so long because you were looking for an actor." Ximen Yin said suddenly.

Ximen Jinglie, who was sitting on the dragon seat, frowned, and a pair of fiery eyes shot out of the hall.

Hearing Ximen Yin say that the emperor is an actor, some people felt relieved, the emperor is indeed dead, and the person who reappears can only be a fake.

"Don't panic everywhere, you really have enough stability." Ximen Jingxuan looked down at Ximen Yin from his heels, and finally raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on his face, "What a sage who loves the people so much." Third prince, for your scheme, how many people have been manipulated or killed by extraordinary means in private? Is your royal father one of them?"

There were finally whispering voices around, and they were obviously brought back to their senses by King Xuan's words.

"How my father died, you know better than anyone else!" Ximen Yin raised his head proudly, and Xiao Han's intentions appeared in his always indifferent eyes.

"I don't know because he hasn't died yet, but I know that his recent experience is all thanks to you." Ximen Jingxuan said coldly, "Could it be that you really have to open the coffin for an autopsy before you admit it? ? Forget it!"

Ximen Jingxuan turned his head slightly, and looked to one side. Someone was carrying a coffin and was rushing towards the Hall of Zhaohe through the snow.

"It's the late emperor's coffin!" Someone recognized that it was the coffin that had just been sent to the imperial mausoleum for burial. It symbolized the emperor's noble status and was painted with golden yellow lacquer.

Ximen Yin looked at the coffin, shallow waves flashed in his eyes.

When he saw Ximen Jinglie sitting on the dragon chair intact, he knew that his secret had been discovered. Ximen Jingxuan was able to find Ximen Jinglie quietly. There was no trace of Ximen Jingxuan.

Dongnan's hidden technique is superb, Ximen Jingxuan's "hidden technique" is even higher. What he hides is not only himself, but also the person he wants to find!

How did Ximen Jingxuan do it?

Faintly, it was the first time that Ximen Yin was so afraid of Ximen Jingxuan. He thought that everything he did and hidden things were safe, and he thought that Ximen Jingxuan couldn't figure out his bottom line. When he was looking for nothing, he had already turned everything in his hands upside down, and he didn't realize it at all. Did he become a waste, or his people were all a bunch of waste? !

The coffin was carried to the front of the Zhaohe Hall, and Ximen Jingxuan raised his hand to exert strength, and the lid of the coffin was opened by the dark air, and it slid and slammed into the pavilion pillars beside it, breaking into pieces.

Everyone was stunned.Excavating the imperial tomb, destroying the stele, carrying the buried person back to the palace, and opening the coffin for autopsy, this is probably the first time in history.

"Lord Hu, I think you have always been loyal to the emperor. You have lived and died with the emperor and know the emperor very well. Why don't you go and confirm carefully whether the person in the coffin is the emperor?" Ximen Jingxuan said.

Master Hu is the minister who followed Ximen Yin all the way to the Hall of Zhaohe, and he was also the one who first supported Ximen Yin's enthronement as emperor.

He really knew Ximen Jinglie very well, but when Ximen Jinglie was buried, he didn't think about doing an autopsy. From everyone's point of view, it was obvious that the emperor died in Jinyang Palace, but at this time, the dragon chair in Zhaohe Hall There is still a living emperor sitting on the top...

Hearing that Ximen Jingxuan was ordering Mr. Hu, Ximen Yin's heart tightened even more.

Ximen Jingxuan first showed up unexpectedly with a living emperor, and then asked Mr. Hu, the leader who surrounded him with all his strength, to distinguish the truth from the falsehood. If the result came out, it was almost a victory without a fight, turning the situation around without any effort , and he is about to fall from the peak into the abyss in an instant...

He is so conceited that he should have let that old man die. He originally wanted the old man to see how his dragon position was taken away until the world changed, so as to relieve his hatred, but in the end he had the opportunity to come back and sit again. Go to the dragon seat.

Fortunately, that old thing couldn't accommodate Ximen Jingxuan, and this time he was rescued by Ximen Jingxuan again.

Ximen Yin calmly watched that Mr. Hu walked towards the coffin, and couldn't help but think, if the throne was really taken back by Ximen Jingxuan and he sat on it himself, it would be interesting and weighty to fight like this .

"This emperor is really a fake." Master Hu inspected the corpse that had been buried in the soil once, and said tremblingly.

"Master Hu, are you sure?" Someone asked cautiously.

"That's right, there is a bean-sized mole on the emperor's right armpit. This man also has one, but it's fake, and I picked it out." Mr. Hu showed a black bean-shaped thing in his hand to the people around him.

Ximen Yin's eyes narrowed. This dead guy had never been inspected like this when he lived in Zhaohe Hall instead. He had cultivated this impostor for many years, enough to confuse the fake with the real one, even the same as Ximen Jinglie. The symptoms of the disease are also the same after his careful inspection and manipulation. Ximen Jingxuan has no reason to be able to tell his authenticity at a glance, but his reaction strategy is obviously because he already knows that the people in Zhaohe Palace are fake .

"Hu Aiqing."

Ximen Jinglie did not know when he stepped down from the dragon seat, walked out of the Hall of Zhaohe, and walked into the wind and snow.

His face was visibly thinner, and his expression could not hide the exhaustion. It seemed that the days of being replaced were really not good.

"Hu Aiqing, if there is a chance, let's make rice cakes together, okay?" Ximen Jinglie said in a trembling voice as he stood in front of Lord Hu.

"Your Majesty!" Lord Hu's voice also trembled.

This sentence is when they were trapped in the palace, thinking that they were going to be killed by the second king and the third king. The simplest dream held by the monarch and his ministers was also a little secret that belonged only to the two of them. With the help of Ximen Jingxuan, Jinglie became more and more like an emperor, so he never said anything about making rice cakes with his courtiers.

Master Hu thought that Ximen Jinglie had forgotten it long ago, and he didn't want to say it at this time, but it became a basis for proving his identity.

Seeing Mr. Hu kneeling towards the living emperor, the people who were relieved by Ximen Yin's words were startled again. The slogan "Long live my emperor" was stuck in their throats and could not be uttered.