The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 487 The ninety-five position is for the capable.You, it's time to abdicate
A word that swallows mountains and rivers with anger, despises all living beings with the air of a king.

The guard's blocking hand tremblingly withdrew, and he explained in a trembling voice, "Princess, it's really a special situation today, the prince said..."

"None of my business!"

"Do I want to listen to what he says?" Feng Canglan's eyes were burning like a torch, showing a cold light.

With an angry reprimand, he withdrew his sharp eyes and left.

The palace merchant glanced at the guards, quickly followed Feng Canglan's footsteps and said in a low voice, "Miss, today there is indeed..." As soon as the words sounded, he was swallowed back by a quiet gaze.

The two left one after the other, which was particularly eye-catching on the deserted street.

In the world covered in silver, Feng Canglan walks in the vast expanse of whiteness, in a world of whiteness, there is a little red.

The streets and alleys are empty.

The entire imperial city was like an empty city, and the more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong, Feng Canglan turned his head and asked with condensed eyes, "What's going on?"

During this time, what happened that she didn't know about?

"Today..." Gong Shang whispered, "It's been like this for the past few days, and there is no one on the street."

"It's because of the prince..." She was about to explain why this happened, but Feng Canglan's cold and indifferent voice interrupted immediately, "Needless to say, his business has nothing to do with me."

Feng Canglan turned around and walked out of the city, the two figures in the white world moved slowly, unusually quiet.

But at this time, the palace was covered with dark clouds and gloom.

The whole palace was panicked, all the palace people knelt on the ground and trembled, no one dared to speak out.Even more timid, he directly fainted on the spot.

King's Palace
The emperor sat on the dragon chair in a bright yellow dragon robe, his face was pale.Those cloudy pupils were full of panic, "Zong Zhengyu!"

The emperor sternly reprimanded, "Presumptuous! Are you trying to force the palace?"

central hall

Zong Zhengyu, dressed in a black robe, made the whole person mysterious, deep and dangerous, and the golden auspicious clouds around the edge made the whole person a bit extravagant all day long. Elegance and hidden hostility softened together, forming a strange temperament.

It is daunting, but at the same time it is naturally luxurious.

Even in the center of the Golden Luan Hall and below the emperor, he didn't feel inferior at all. On the contrary, the coercion of the aura was stronger than that of the emperor on the dragon chair.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his long and narrow Ruifeng eyes were closed, unable to see the emotion in them.

"Presumptuous?" Zong Zhengyu's cold voice sounded, his tone was flat but gave people a sense of oppression that could not breathe, "It seems that you haven't seen what I want to do."

"Don't I look like a forced palace?"

Zong Zhengyu's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as these words came out, the entire court was in an uproar.

In the past few days, I can feel the turbulent undercurrent of calmness. I guessed any kind of rebellion or forced palace, but I didn't expect it to be like this!
On the Golden Luan Hall, in the early court.

Zong Zhengyu even blatantly uttered such inferior words as forcing the palace to rebel!It's just extremely arrogant!Don't look at other people at all!

"You...you..." The emperor's face turned blue and purple from Zong Zhengyu's words, and he couldn't speak clearly because he was shaking. "What did you say? What did you say!?"

"The Ninth Five-Year Position is for those who are capable."

"You, it's time to abdicate." With a light tone, he said the most outrageous words.

Zong Zhengyu is definitely number one in the world to be able to describe the matter of forcing the palace like this!

Not only did he say he wanted the throne, but he also mocked the emperor's incompetence!

Those who can live in it, these four words made the emperor's face turn blue with anger, he stood up and shouted sharply, "Come on! Come on!"

"Come here, take Zong Zhengyu down!"

The roar echoed in the Golden Luan Hall, and the only response to him was the echo.

All the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty stood up, and the Imperial Forest Army outside did not move at all.

"You...you..." The emperor pointed at the civil and military affairs of the court with trembling fingers, and finally focused on Zong Zhengye, "Hurry up, my son! The emperor will kill Zong Zhengyu soon, this throne is yours."

Zong Zhengye kept his head down the whole time and did not respond to the emperor.

Immediately, the emperor realized that the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were controlled by Zong Zhengyu. He didn't know when these people had already favored Zong Zhengyu.

The tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and now that Zong Zhengyu was in full swing, this group of people had already taken refuge.

"Hahaha!" The emperor laughed suddenly, and he stumbled down from the dragon chair like a madman. The crown on his head became crooked because of this, "I am the emperor of Xingyun Kingdom!"

"I am!" Walking around the Golden Luan Hall with a smile, he walked towards Zong Zhengyu, "I am the emperor chosen by heaven! I am!"

"Then, you are not now." Zong Zhengyu's faint voice fell heavily on the emperor's heart, his mad eyes were fiercely bloodthirsty, and he drew out the dagger from his cuff and stabbed at Zong Zhengyu——

"Uh……"

Quiet, eerily quiet.

The emperor's pupils dilated, and he lowered his head in disbelief.The dagger that was supposed to stab Zong Zhengyu was stuck in his chest at this moment.

Bright red blood spilled from the edge of the dagger, staining the bright yellow dragon robe red.

The ministers held their breath, and the entire Golden Palace was completely silent, and a needle could be heard quietly.

The emperor's hand tremblingly loosened on the dagger, Zong Zhengyu moved his hand against the top of the dagger, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe the blood that was accidentally stained on his fingertips.

The cold voice overflowed slowly, without a trace of warmth and emotion, "The emperor accidentally stabbed himself with a dagger, and died of serious injuries."

"From now on, I will be the emperor of Xingyun Kingdom."

Before the emperor died, Zong Zhengyu announced that he was dead, and blood gushed out of the greatly stimulated emperor's mouth, "Zong Zhengyu! You must die!"

"I curse you, you will be alone forever!"

The emperor was fighting the final battle of trapped beasts, struggling to the death, and could no longer do any harm to Zong Zhengyu, so he could only use a curse to do the last little harm.

The roaring sound resounded throughout the Golden Luan Hall.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu, who was full of indifference, suddenly darkened, and a fierce cold light shone in his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

A frightening chill swayed and permeated the entire Golden Luan Hall.

All the civil and military officials felt as if they were falling into an ice cellar, their backs felt cold and shivering.

"Crack!"

The crisp voice was exceptionally clear in the silent Golden Luan Hall, and the pupils of the officials trembled, seeing the emperor slipped from Zong Zhengyu's hands and fell to the ground, completely out of breath.

Blood spread on the ground to form a pool of blood, and the smell of blood permeated and overflowed the Golden Luan Hall.

The shadow in Zong Zhengyu's dark pupils is daunting, his back feels cold, and when he looks at each other, his scalp bursts!

He stepped over the lifeless emperor lying on the ground, and walked slowly towards the dragon chair on the high position.Walking to the front of the dragon chair, he sat down leisurely under the watchful eyes of civil and military officials.

His falcon-like eyes swept across the audience, and his gentle voice was undeniably domineering, "Does anyone have any objections?"

(End of this chapter)