Empress True Colors

He got up suddenly, staggered to the top of the mound, opened his arms, and raised his head to the sky.

Everyone raised their faces covered with rain and mud in shock, and stared at him in astonishment, not knowing what he was going to do again.

"Your Highness! It's dangerous!" A few old officials knelt and crawled over, calling out anxiously. Standing on a high place is very dangerous in this weather and in this posture.

King Ping ignored him, opened his arms, and shouted at the rainy, foggy, purple sky, "Heaven, why did you take the life of my father, king, and younger brother!"

Everyone turned pale with awe and looked around in a daze. They really didn't expect that he would dare to point his halberd at the sky after seeing Tianwei after he was struck to death by lightning just now!

King Ping raised his head to the sky, let the rain splash on his face, and screamed in grief and indignation: "Heaven, for many years, the late king respected heaven and knew his destiny, worked hard for the government and loved the people, worked hard for the state affairs, worked hard all night, and was not fifty years old. Even if there is a slight mistake, it should not be killed by the thunder! Let there be no bones left! And my younger brother, who is only three years old, is ignorant at an early age, and has no faults at all, so why did he suffer from this disaster! Above, all the ministers are assembled, the three animals are ready, and they are respectful and vigilant, why are they also punished by the thunder? The will of the heavens is so cold, what use is it for us to respect the sky?"

He exhausted all his strength, and his voice was so loud that it seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds. At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, shouting and jumping on the mound, pointing directly at the sky.

The ministers shouted anxiously, "Your Highness, don't do it!" trying to stop his disrespectful words.

There were also some people with serious expressions, which turned into a touch of emotion. They thought that the death of Old Wang was strange and that King Ping was just acting. However, seeing his grief and indignation at this moment, their doubts began to waver in their hearts.

At this time, the thunder rumbled in the sky, and all the officials in the underground blocked it. King Ping laughed loudly, pointing at the sky and cursing endlessly, and the sky seemed to have finally sensed it. , the sky and the earth are as bright as snow.

Everyone was so shocked that they closed their eyes in a hurry, their hearts were cold, and they were all done. Today, all the heirs to the Mongolian throne were killed by lightning, and tomorrow there will be great chaos in the Mongolian country... For a while, there was a blank in the mind, only the sound of lightning and thunder and the sound of heavy rain Voice.

For a while, the world was frozen, but no screams were heard. Everyone opened their eyes anxiously, only to see lightning flashing down from the sky, one after another, constantly flickering, and the frightening sound of lightning and crackling continued. Absolutely, the flickering light was not far from King Ping's head, and purple electricity was constantly hanging down from the pale sky beside the temples on all sides, splitting the rain curtain, looking like blue veins on the pale skin in anger.

"Huola" A flash of lightning knocked down a tree near the altar, and the tree fell slowly, smashing a corner of the blue tile of the temple.

"Huola." Another bolt of lightning struck the red carpet at the mouth of the altar, burning a section of the red carpet alive.

However, these frightening blue and white electricity circled around the body of the yelling Ping Wang, but none of them hit him.

Such a miracle made everyone's eyes widen slowly.

Is this the legend, what is the destiny, what is the will of God?

So even if gods and ghosts have knowledge, they dare not violate it?

God's will is high and difficult to ask, but the thunder and lightning that is close to him at this moment is God's will!

I don't know who it is, but suddenly shouted, "Heavenly thunder will not kill, heaven will not sin, Your Highness is the lord of my Mongolian destiny!"

As soon as this sound came out, the audience fell silent, and then more people shouted.

"Lord of Destiny!"

"It's God's will!"

"The Mongolian kingdom is forever, only His Highness!"

On the mound of the altar, King Ping, who was soaked by the rain, stopped jumping.

He glanced at the top of the sacrificial temple, and there was a smug look in his eyes. The master Hei Sanye sent in advance used countless wires to attract lightning. .

Comparing the two, now the vision of his destiny has been seen in everyone's eyes. The deep impression left by this scene is enough to form the awe-inspiring fear in the hearts of the officials, not only can it help him ascend to the throne without a single soldier , can even help him, for a long time, sit on the throne, enjoy orthodoxy exclusively, and no one dares to offend.

Because to offend others is to offend God's will.

At this moment, seeing the black or white head piously kneeling down on the ground, and seeing even the most stubborn old minister who opposed him on weekdays prostrate in the mud, the smile on the corner of his lips could not be restrained.

At this moment Jing Hengbo was standing in the shed, through the rain curtain, watching the group of ministers prostrate themselves, he also seemed to see the smile on the corners of King Ping's lips.

She also smiled deeply.

This trick, is it okay for sister Du to play the rest?

King Ping couldn't see Jing Hengbo's mocking eyes, he was only immersed in the illusory "God's will" and success he had created.

He decided to add another fire.

He stood on the top of the mound of earth. There were broken walls and dead bodies in the mound. The blood-stained soil was continuously flowing under his feet. He raised his arms and shouted to the sky, "The sky has no eyes, hurt my father." King, do you dare to hurt me again today? If I, Meng Jing, are not worthy of being the king of Mongolia, please send down the thunder from the sky and kill me!"

Jing Hengbo's eyes lit up.

coming!

This is what I was waiting for.

She suddenly waved her sleeves.

A broken stone slab under King Ping's feet suddenly fell heavily.

The mound of dirt under King Ping's feet was already flimsy, and he jumped and danced for a long time. The heavy rain poured heavily, and he was on the verge of falling down.

The moment he fell into the pile of soil and rocks, there was a faint white shadow flying out from the gap, and it disappeared for a moment. The speed was too fast, and it was raining, so no one saw it.

At this moment, another thunderbolt strikes from the sky.

"Boom."

"Boom."

There were two loud bangs almost at the same time.

Everyone in the rainy field felt that the sky and the earth were shaking again, and the mound of soil in front of them suddenly exploded, and the stones, soil, flesh and blood sacrificial utensils... a piece of black, white and yellow went straight up to the sky. The waves were rushing straight up in the sky, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but stare at the shadow, rising straight up, and then falling rapidly, watching the mass of things, accompanied by falling tools, stones, soil, and limbs... again like The rain of five colors fell like a clatter, and a new pile of ruins was formed in the original place...

"Bang." There was a muffled sound, and everyone jumped in place.

Everyone stared numbly at the new pile of soil, as if it was still the same, mixed with sundries, soil, stones and piles of stumped limbs, the ruins after the altar was destroyed, but it was a little bigger than before, and the pit on the ground It was bigger, but everyone was staring at one side of the mound. Over there, buried in the soil, there was an arm stretched out. Wearing a huge obsidian topaz wrench.

Everyone saw this sleeve and this ring just now.

Just now everyone was still full of reverence, looked at this finger, pointed their halberds at the sky and scolded God, God was angry and sent countless thunders, but none of them dared to strike him.

Now this hand was buried in the rubble by yet another thunderbolt exactly the same as before.

There was deathly silence, save for the sound of the rain.

Everyone looked at the altar with unspeakable chills, and looked at the arm like a nightmare, but no one dared to break this nightmare.

Someone secretly hoped that this was just a joke, and after a while, King Ping would crawl out of the mound by himself, and then laughed and cursed at God as a joke.

However, there was no movement for a long time, and the time was extremely difficult to wait for. Every moment passed by, and people's hearts became colder and colder—even if they were not killed by the explosion, they would die if they were buried in the mound without movement for so long.

But just like that, everyone still didn't dare to look for King Ping. This altar was too weird, it was struck by lightning twice in a lifetime, and all the people who had stood on the altar died.

After a long while, someone cried out in despair, "It's over! My country is over!"

Some people began to retreat quietly, such as General Ji Da, a general who controlled the military power in Mengcheng, suddenly found his opportunity at this moment.

Someone stared at the retreating man, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. That was the Duke of the Meng family, and he would not allow the Ji family to make trouble at this moment.

"Where are you going?" Meng Guogong stopped in front of General Ji.

"The royal family is in disaster, and Mengcheng is about to change. This general is responsible for the security of Gyeonggi, and he is duty-bound. Naturally, he will rectify the army and appease the army and the people." General Ji sneered.

"Rectify the army, appease the people, and have the prime minister and deputy ministers to discuss with the ministers. At this critical time, all generals should avoid suspicion in an emergency and hand over military power. How can they command the army at will?" Old Meng Meng stepped forward not to let.

"Old fellow, you are neither a general nor a prime minister, so what right do you have to make noise with me?" General Ji turned cold and waved his arms, "Get out of the way!"

This wave failed to push Meng Guogong away, Meng Guogong whistled, and the Meng family who was waiting outside the cemetery would come quickly.

General Ji's face changed drastically, and he also whistled, and suddenly there were rumbling footsteps around the cemetery.

All the ministers got up in panic, watching this scene with livid faces—is the mutiny coming so soon?

This dispute happened near the exit of the cemetery, and there were still people in the front who didn't pay attention. At this time, there was a faint exclamation from the front.

General Ji and the others subconsciously turned their heads to look, and then froze.

On the altar, a figure appeared again at unknown time.

A small figure was standing beside the mound, with half a piece of bluestone resting on it, stretching out his hand with difficulty to drag into the mound, King Ping's exposed hand.

That is the youngest son of King Meng.

The ministers only felt a loud bang in their heads.

How is this going?

The person who was killed by the bombing appeared, dragging the corpse of the person who could not be killed by the bombing...

The child was weak, so of course he couldn't drag the corpse out of the mound, so he pouted and turned his head.

A figure slowly turned out from behind the mound, an old hand with blue veins, grabbed the child's hand, then grabbed his hand, and grabbed Ping Wang's pale hand.

Seeing the three hands like this, everyone suddenly felt that their eyes went black again.

Some people were paralyzed, some fainted, some staggered back, General Ji and others looked pale.

"King!"

On the ruins of the altar, the old king, who was intact, glanced at the officials, didn't say anything, but concentrated on helping the youngest son, and slowly pulled out King Ping's body.

It is not accurate to say that the corpse was pulled out, because only half of it was pulled out, and King Ping had already been broken.

It was the first time in his life that the child faced such a terrifying scene. His face was pale and he was trembling. He wanted to let go several times, but he was held tightly by the old Wang. He couldn't break free, so he turned his head desperately and closed his eyes.

The old king's voice rang heavily in his ears, and also in the ears of the officials, "Zheer, don't be afraid. The road to the king has always started with blood. Only by daring to face the blood of others will you not let your own life die." Bleeding every day."

All the ministers listened, their hearts were awe-inspiring, and they also vaguely understood something.

Old Wang glanced at King Ping's corpse, and said calmly: "Nie Zi, now you know whether you are worthy or not?"

Then he turned around and tied the treasure seal on his waist to the waist of the youngest son.

Everyone recognized that it was King Meng's seal.

The old king took the hand of the youngest son, turned around slowly, and faced the group of officials, with the dead body of King Ping under his feet.

He only said a word lightly.

"Who is the destiny, can you see it now?"

There was a silence.

Immediately, the mountain called out to pray, towards the old Wang, and also towards the three-year-old Meng Zhe.

The moment Mongolian King Xi put on his belt, this young boy has become the new owner of Mongolia.

At this moment, no one can resist, and no one dares to resist. It is just like accepting King Ping when he thought Dawang and Meng Zhe were buried under the ruins.

When the ministers were crouching under the might of the sky like grass, the king of Mongolia brought his son, turned slightly sideways, and bowed slightly in the direction of Jing Hengbo.

Even through the rain curtain, I can see his grateful eyes.

Jing Hengbo smiled slightly.

Treating her body in her own way, she once again influenced the succession of a royal family.

But this time, she is the fulfiller of the royal family.

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Downpours can create many incidents, and can also drown many incidents.

In the heavy rain, Third Master Hei commanded his men to put away the iron wire, and slipped away quietly before anyone had time to notice him.

Before leaving, he glanced regretfully at King Ping's dead body, thinking that those few bottles of good medicine were for nothing, otherwise he would have a longer-term plan, and one day in the future, he might seize the power of Mongolia.

In the pouring rain, a figure flashed out from Duke Meng's mansion. It seemed that there was a person on his shoulders. Looking around, he quickly flashed into the vast rain.

Meng Hu chased out from the Meng Mansion and commanded the guards to chase the enemy, but the heavy rain wiped out all the traces and also affected the sight, and soon lost the trace of the opponent.

Meng Hu stamped his feet angrily, thinking about today's ancestral temple sacrifice, in order to prevent chaos, most of the Meng family's guards followed the old Duke to the ancestral temple, otherwise, the person who kidnapped Miss Ji should be able to stay.

He thought, this is probably a member of Ji's family, and they are smart to **** Miss Ji back at this time.

Since the queen participated in the battle for the kingship of Mongolia, she will definitely win. The Ji family will not be playing for a long time. Such a hostage has no meaning.

In the heavy rain, the person who kidnapped Miss Ji went all the way, and more and more people gathered behind him, but they were not in the direction of Ji's house.

He went all the way to the outside of Mengcheng, on a hidden mountain, skimmed halfway up the mountain, and directly entered a cave. The water rushed down from the top of the cave, covering everyone's sight like a waterfall.

Those followers who followed him stood like black shadows in the rain, guarding the hole.

At this moment, there are countless white shadows, passing through the rain line, passing under the nameless mountain hundreds of miles outside Mengcheng, heading towards Mengcheng.

Behind these countless white shadows, there is a purple shadow and a red shadow, following the direction of the white shadows, swaying all the way, also heading for Mengcheng.

The wind and rain are fierce, and the clouds and thunder move.