Pick a Prince and Get Rich

In the main hall, Ji Hongfeng looks at Shen Tu, Ming Hui and others. His eyes are full of the loss of Ji rufan.

"What are you doing? Rush up to me." Shen tulang pushed Yanhu in front of him.

Yanhu, holding a sword in his hand, did not dare to come forward, and said in his voice: "young master, that's the emperor!"

"So what?" Shen tulang didn't care. Now they are showing their feet. Tonight, either he died or he was defeated. Instead of that, let's go. Maybe he looked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, where is Shen Tu Qing's army? At a glance, it's all under Ji Ruchang.

"Shentulang, you don't have to look. Shentuling won't bring soldiers." Ji Rusheng said in a cold voice, "I advise you to put down your weapons. Maybe your father will be gracious and spare you a life."

As soon as the words were over, his sneer suddenly rang out in the hall: "fourth prince, don't you think I was cheated by a three-year-old child? We are killing the king and seizing the throne. How can we survive now?" He looked back at Shentu Minghui on the throne, "empress, do you think the emperor will give you a way to live and give Shentu family a way to live?"

Today, the emperor won't let go of her own son. Ji rurong has been sentenced to be executed in the spring of next year. What's more, how can she be forgiven for her regicide.

Looking at Ji rufan standing beside him, Shen Tu Minghui clenched her lips tightly, held Ji rufan's hand and said, "it's the empress. I'm sorry for you. Everything is the empress's fault!"

Ji rufan eyes slightly red, "where can blame you, to blame is also the son minister does not strive." He suddenly raised his head, "mother, the matter has come to this point, we have to gamble again."

"Well, whether it's success or failure, mother will accompany you!" Shen Tu Minghui got up and looked at Ji Hongfeng. "He took their head for the palace."

At the command, without any hesitation, the guards and the imperial guards who were still standing there rushed forward immediately.

In a scuffle, Ji Hongfeng is protected by Ji Rusheng and Xiao Zhan. Looking at the scene, Shen tulang is doomed to be defeated.

There are countless corpses lying in the hall of peace. The blood has dyed the hall red. The swaying palace lanterns are swaying around by the wind outside the hall. Ji rufan's jade crown has been broken in the fight, and a black green silk is scattered. His face is a little lax. His hand holding the long sword can't help shaking. Countless blood drops from the tip of the sword, and his arm is injured.

Shen Tu Ming Hui, like crazy, ran to him and supported him: "fan'er, what's the matter with you?"

"Empress, my son is fine!" Ji rufan raised her eyes, her hair stained with blood and stuck it on her face. "Mother, run away quickly. My son will send someone to escort you away from here." He whispered.

Escape, where to escape at this time, Shen Tu Ming Hui looks up at the Dragon riding Wei Yu dozens of swords around them.

"Shentulang, you say 100000 elite, people, you see what good you have done, the life of the palace and the prince will be lost in your hands, you have it!" Shen Tu Minghui desperately drags Shen Tu Lang's skirt, crying and questioning.

Shen tulang already knew that his hundred thousand elites had already died outside the palace. His father raised his eyes to Ji Hongfeng and asked, "where's my father?"

Ji Hongfeng stepped forward. Tong Guan immediately stood in front of him. Ji Hongfeng waved his hand. "Shen Tu Qing's body has been thrown into the mass grave at the moment. I treat you well. Is that how you Shen Tu family treat me?"

One wants to kill the king, and the other wants to usurp the throne. They are already in the position of one person below and ten thousand people above. Why are they still so unwilling? Ji Hongfeng's heart is a little painful, and his scarlet eyes are staring at the trapped people.