After Waking up Beside the Villain

    The emperor was furious, and there was silence in the Taiji Hall.

    The ancient emperor was furious and buried millions of corpses. It should have been an extremely terrifying scene. But at this time in this empty hall, most of the courtiers standing solemnly did not respond, and a few people even showed a bit of ridicule on their faces because of this anger and incompetence.

    Only the ignorant little prince was truly frightened, and like a frightened little mouse, he quickly got behind the Zhao family master, shivering.

    Patriarch Zhao looked down at the little prince with his head buried in his eyes, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then looked at Lu Fenglou coldly: "Your Majesty, calm down. It is for the future of Dajin."

    "Now the Great Zhou army is pressing on the twelve cities in the north, the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River is in turmoil, and civil disasters are spreading. At that time, someone will take advantage of the fire to rise up and stir up the world. If there is such a chaos, it is not a rumor that the country will change its owner."

    The head of the Zhao family spoke in earnest, and his voice was calm and gentle, echoing in the hall, as if he was really a humeral minister who was worried about the country and the people. But there has never been a loyal minister Liang who will bluntly say that the country has changed hands in front of the monarch.

    Lu Fenglou heard the meaning of this rebellious threat very clearly.

    "It seems that Lord Zhao really thinks about the country." Lu Fenglou's anger was not restrained, and he said firmly, "According to what Lord Zhao said, if I, the faint-hearted monarch, do not listen to all the loving ministers. If you go against the ear and insist on your own way, then the world of the Jin Dynasty will change its surname?"

    He stared at the Zhao family head: "I don't know if the rebels who are about to revolt will come from Diezhou or from the capital?"

    "I dare not wait!"

    The head of the Zhao family said that he was frightened, but his face was still calm and composed.

    His confidence is by no means conceited.

      The aristocratic family has had this plan for a long time, but the candidate originally decided was not the young prince who was timid and living in the people, but the regent who held the military power.

    Regent Chu Yunsheng was indeed the first choice for the four great families to change the world.

    This choice is also very simple.

    The family occupies the text, and Chu Yunsheng occupies the military. The aristocratic family cannot get rid of Chu Yunsheng alone, and also Chu Yunsheng has a temperamental temperament, lacks planning, and is easy to be used.

      If he couldn't bear it any longer and shot and killed the civil servants, that would be tyrannical and inhumane, and his reputation would be stinky. If he can endure it, then the aristocratic family has accumulated for many years, and grinding can also grind him to death.

    At that time, the military power will be in hand, and the reputation will be prosperous.

    So, rather than saying that the family is plotting the throne, what the family wants has always been military power. If you have all the civil and military skills, you can truly control the world.

    But this perfect plan died as soon as it started. Chu Yunsheng refused to cooperate, which made the family hit a hard nail.

    Since then, the Zhao family master realized that the family's investigation and judgment of the regent seemed to be too biased, and he really didn't look like a person with courage and no strategy.

    If the first choice is not good, then you can only take the second place and choose the general door.

    Two battles and two defeats, even though the four great aristocratic families have a deep accumulation, they have also suffered a heavy blow.

      Risk, but also to take a shot.

    Perhaps it was a hunch in the dark. The Zhao family always felt that if he didn't do it again, he was afraid that he would have no chance to let go.

    As long as the overall situation is determined, the rest of the things will be able to turn the tide no matter how bad it is.

    Thinking about this, the Zhao family head didn't want to linger any more, and said directly: "Your Majesty does not need to delay any more. Three days ago, the entire army of the camp went out to Beijing overnight with Chu Yunsheng, but now it is empty. The city defense has completely taken over the capital. Although many soldiers have been damaged due to the seizure of power, it is still a trivial matter to besiege a palace. pile."

    "Your Majesty doesn't need to expect Chu Yunsheng to come back. The regent has always been ambitious, which has caused His Majesty to be seriously ill. He should be able to lead soldiers and diligent kings to relieve His Majesty's worries."

    Lu Fenglou's chest rose and fell violently, his eyes were splitting, showing a look of anger and still pretending to be calm: "Okay, good...good! Zhao Aiqing is a good way!"

    Patriarch Zhao smiled slightly and clapped his hands.

    There was a noise outside the hall immediately, and the guards who were originally guarding the corridor started fighting, but it ended quickly due to the disparity in the number of the two sides.

    The ministers were slightly frightened, but more reassured. Obviously, most of the people standing in the hall today are from noble families.

    "Someone."

    The Zhao family master called, and two guards came forward with pen and ink and two blank imperial edicts.

    Looking at the little emperor who was trembling with anger on the jade steps, and finally showed despair in his eyes, the head of the Zhao family calmed down and said casually: "Since Your Majesty knows that he is incompetent, then he should be courteous to the talented. Now that the sky has descended on the stele, Lu Wenmiao, the prince of Anjun, has the appearance of a submerged dragon, if your Majesty still misses the people of Dajin in his heart, then he will make a decree quickly."

    "One purpose is to punish oneself, and the other is to order Zen," Zhao Patriarch said with a loud laugh, "It's the best of both worlds."

    He watched Lu Fenglou write with a pen, stamp it with a seal, and lift Lu Wenmiao, who is dodging like a chicken in one hand, to step up the steps, and he is about to take the edict and read it out in front of the dragon chair.

    However, just when his fingers were about to pick up the imperial decree, Lu Fenglou behind the table suddenly turned around, and with a clanging sound, he pulled out the Emperor Yujian hanging on the jade bi for decoration, a sword Beheaded on the imperial case.

    The sword came out like a thunderbolt, and a clanging sound woke up the whole hall.

    "Lord Beware!"

    "Stop!"

    The hall was full of exclamations, and the Guards were approaching.

    Everyone never imagined that the weak and incompetent Shunjun in the past would have such unexpected actions, amazing power.

      The man looked around and smiled slowly: "What are you afraid of, are you so scary?"

      "

    "How can it be useless to kill you?"

    Lu Fenglou sneered: "Zhao Aiqing is the head of the four families. Once Aiqing dies, the family will be headless. This kind of power will probably lose more than half."

    Patriarch Zhao stared at the restless ministers below, and said calmly: "If the minister dies, there will naturally be a new Patriarch, and the means will not be inferior to the minister, and what Your Majesty thinks will not come true. If Your Majesty releases his ministers just like this and returns from his lost way, no matter whether the new emperor or the noble family will pursue what His Majesty has done today, he would still be willing to serve His Majesty as the Supreme Emperor and recuperate in the palace. But if His Majesty insists on killing the ministers, I am afraid... Eye."

    Lu Fenglou was speechless.

    Patriarch Zhao couldn't see Lu Fenglou's expression behind him. He thought that Lu Fenglou had been persuaded by him, so he continued to say: "Since Your Majesty has written the edict, why bother and be stubborn?"

    Lu Fenglou's Yujian loosed slightly on the neck of the Zhao family: "Do you also think the same way?"

    The ministers in the hall looked at each other, but no one answered.

    "I know the people behind you and why you are standing in the temple today."

    Lu Fenglou's voice was extremely calm, which made the Zhao family head feel uneasy for a while, "Forcing the palace to Zen, bullying the king... You are probably thinking of the law and not blaming the public, so many people come here It's the general trend, what people want. What a stupid move."

    "If I was a benevolent and righteous king raised from childhood to adulthood, then I would give you another chance at this time. But unfortunately, I am not, and I do not want to be."

    The uneasiness in Zhao Patriarch's heart swelled suddenly, he elbowed back sharply, and at the same time lunged forward, trying to break free from Lu Fenglou's restraint.

    But at this moment, Lu Fenglou neatly dodged to the side, stepped on the back of Zhao Patriarch, his sword was raised, and blood splashed out.

    Clan Master Zhao was stabbed in the chest, but did not die immediately.

    He vomited blood and fell on the jade steps, staring at Lu Fenglou in shock and disbelief in his eyes: "You, you..."

    After the jade screens on both sides of the dragon chair, several eunuchs in gray with sharp weapons suddenly turned out, and quickly protected Lu Fenglou with an arch.

    The tip of the blood dripping sword hung to the ground, Lu Fenglou smiled and looked at the Zhao family master: "Zhao Aiqing, do you remember, when did you enter the palace?"

    Patriarch Zhao's face was pale, his anger was rapidly draining, and he was speechless with his mouth open.

    Lu Fenglou said: "Zhao Aiqing is right, I am indeed procrastinating. After all, the capital is too big, and cleaning the streets is not an easy task, it will always take some time."

    Zhao Patriarch's eyes were full of doubts, shock, and fear, and the last sound caught in his ears was the distant scream of killing and the sound of swords.

    Before his vision completely dimmed, he raised his eyes as if thinking of something, and saw a small token hanging on Lu Fenglou's waist.

    Full of confusion and unwillingness, he was instantly relieved.

    The dragon robe is soaked with red.

    Lu Fenglou stepped down the jade steps on the winding blood trail.

    When the last guard fell, the **** in gray and all the soldiers knelt down together: "I'm waiting for the rescue to come late, please forgive me!"

    The sound is like a mountain.

    The surrounding ministers were stunned by this sound, all of them were shocked, their legs softened, and they fell to their knees.

    The hall was silent for a moment, and suddenly a minister woke up and suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty! The minister was coerced by the rebels and forced to do so. Your Majesty forgives your sins! Your Majesty forgives your sins!"

    This cry awakened the rest of the ministers.

    But Lu Fenglou didn't have the patience to listen to what they had to do. Before more begging for mercy, he raised his hand slightly and said coldly, "Drag them all out."

    The soldiers and generals acted one after another, and some ministers panicked and shouted: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Today, half of the officials of the court are here, and your Majesty, regardless of the slaughter, has ever thought about the turmoil in the court and how to govern the country. , tyrannical reputation, how to convince the public!"

    Lu Fenglou winked, and immediately a gray-clothed **** hurried over and blocked the minister's mouth with a cloth head.

    At the same time, all the other ministers who were imprisoned at home and failed to go to court were called from house to house, and as soon as they entered the Taiji Hall, they saw the blood flowing into the river, and they immediately panicked.

    If you look closely, you will find that the little emperor who does not even have the power to govern is actually standing in the center of the hall with a sword, blood on the sword, and a murderous aura wrapped in a majestic and majestic, as if alive Yama is ordinary, not at all as weak and incompetent as in the past.

    So far, what else do they not understand?

    These ministers who had never participated in the forcing of the palace stood in a pool of blood and watched as one minister after another who had taken refuge in aristocratic families was dragged to the Meridian Gate with their mouths gagged. They gritted their teeth and watched, all in cold sweat, but no one dared to intercede with the emperor in the center of the hall.

      Why is this so...it's life imprisonment, or exile, and it's also a heavy sentence..."

    Lu Fenglou turned his gaze and landed on the minister's curved back.

    The hall was silent, only the sound of constant dragging people's struggles.

    No one would have imagined that this little emperor who was not looked down upon in the past would have such an imposing and ruthless heart.

    Suddenly, Lu Fenglou turned his eyes away and asked a little **** in gray beside him, "Where is the historian?"

    The little **** in grey bowed his head, quickly left the hall, and brought in a thin minister in a short while: "Go back to your majesty, the current Taishi Ling has been beheaded by the rebels, this is in the bookstore. The only historian who has not escaped."

    Lu Fenglou sneered and threw the pen with which he had written the edict to the historian.

    The writing brush slammed into a pool of fresh blood in front of the historian, the historian looked down at the pen in a daze, and heard the emperor in front of the sword smiling faintly: "Go. Hold the pen , dipped in their blood, and wrote down today's events word by word."

    "How many heads I am going to cut off today, and how many families I am going to destroy, there is no need to cover up the slightest falsehood. My merits and demerits can be commented on in future generations!"

      The heavy blood pressure covered Gyeonggi, like an inexhaustible haze, filling the inside and outside of the courtroom.

    After half a month, the four great aristocratic families were overthrown, and the descendants were all overthrown. All corruption in the south of the Yangtze River has been sacked. The camp in the suburbs of Beijing, which should have gone to the border, sent troops to take over the capital.

    In half a month, Emperor Lie and Crown, pro-government, rumored to be tyrannical and inhumane.

    When the news reached the north, Chu Yunsheng had just changed the medicine for a penetrating arrow wound on his left shoulder.

    Di Yan acted like a book and acted all over the palace, and finally said: "Your Majesty has been dormant for a long time. Almost the same number of officials entered Beijing, as if His Majesty had expected how many people would turn against them. The follow-up method, one link after another, is really amazing."

    He said this, originally wanting to imply that most of the ruthless emperors like his own prince are ruthless, and he must be careful to hide his bow, he must be alert and think of a trick.

    But when he finished speaking, he looked up and saw a smile on his lord's cold and handsome face.

    Then I heard a cold tone, but with a bit of connivance and intimacy: "The little brat is really cruel."

    Di Yan: “…”

    Why does it sound a little proud?