The queen must start from the head

Chapter 149 Crowd
"Master Zuoxiang is dead! Mu Sheng killed Lord Zuoxiang!"

In Zuo Xiang's mansion, a scholar with disheveled hair, barefoot on the ground, holding Bi Ying who was out of breath in his arms, rushed out, while still shouting the words "Master kills" in his mouth.

Outside the mansion, the crowd who were still walking stopped one by one to watch this scene.

"What did I just hear? Mu Sheng killed someone?"

"Master Zuoxiang is dead, did Mu Sheng kill him?"

The curious people gathered more and more. The scholar surrounded by the crowd burst into tears and put Bi Yingping in his arms on the ground. He kowtowed heavily on his corpse three times. There was blood oozing out.

"Isn't this this year's new champion Song Zixiang? I saw him when he straddled the street!"

In the crowd, someone recognized the other's face with loose long hair.

After kowtowing three times to Bi Ying, Song Zixiang suddenly reached out and pulled out the dagger stuck in the latter's belly, pointed the dagger at the sky, and roared madly, "The sky is not fair! Mu Sheng and Da Qin secretly colluded, Zuo Xiang just learned of this, Mu Sheng killed people in broad daylight in order to cover up people's eyes and ears! What atrocity! How cruel! What is the way out for me in the Northern Qi Dynasty?! Heaven is above, today I, Song Zixiang, wish to use me Blood recommends Northern Qi! I only ask Your Majesty to give me justice!"

As soon as his words fell, the dagger in his right hand pierced into his stomach fiercely, extremely decisive!

The blood that flew everywhere immediately splashed on a row of people standing in front, and the whole crowd took several steps back in fright.

Song Zixiang's knife was pierced very deeply, his hands were soaked in the blood that flowed out continuously, and soon he turned sideways and fell straight to the ground.

Yesterday, he was still the new No. [-] scholar envied by everyone.

Today, his face was pressed against the cold, dusty ground, and in his wide-open eyes, there was still nostalgia for the world.

If possible, he didn't want to die, but just like Prime Minister Zuo, he had no choice but to choose.

Mu Lian must die, but it is not enough for her to simply die, she must be popularized, her reputation must be ruined, her reputation must be condemned by all people, and she will be infamous for thousands of years!

If his death can be exchanged for the downfall of a saint, it would be worth it.

Song Zixiang slowly closed his heavy eyelids.

On the streets of the Prime Minister's Mansion, countless people who heard the news had rushed to surround the place.

Everyone looked at the tragic death of Song Zixiang and Zuo Xiang, and they all looked sad.

At this moment, Mu Lian, who was wearing a green shirt, came out of the prime minister's mansion, and all the people bowed their heads when they saw this.

Mu Lian looked at Song Zixiang who died beside Bi Ying, and sighed inaudibly.In the final analysis, people who live by relying on others can only be slaves, and cannot even control life and death in their own hands.

Bi Ying, you don't hesitate to use your own death to set up a trap for me, let me see if you can defeat me this time!
Mu Lian, who appeared at the gate of Xiangfu, walked away without saying a word.

When all the people looked up, Mu Lian was no longer in sight.

I don't know who it was, and said in a low voice, "A murderer, how dare he be so rampant!"

The people looked at the tragic scene in front of Xiangfu's gate, looked at each other in blank dismay, and each had their own thoughts in their hearts.

At this time, the scholars and literati who had come to the Prime Minister's Mansion for a banquet all came out of the mansion in shock.

As soon as they went out, they saw the dead bodies of Song Zixiang and Zuo Xiang at the door.

The friend of Song Zixiang rushed to the other party's side immediately, crying loudly, "Brother Song! Why are you so benevolent? Mu Sheng killed Zuo Xiang, so what does it have to do with you?"

His crying caused other scholars to mourn and howl.

"With such a saint, the country will not be able to conquer the country!"

"Saints don't die, thieves never stop, how can we and the common people survive?"

The people who have not yet left, seeing the scene of the scholars mourning and complaining, were inexplicably infected in their hearts.

At this moment, in their eyes, Mu Lian was no longer the lofty saint they imagined, but a domineering and reckless woman with some strength.

"Let's go! Let's go to the gate of the palace to petition and ask His Majesty to arrest the murderer!"

Some scholars waved their fists in righteous indignation, and others followed suit and walked towards the direction of the palace.

Many onlookers followed behind them, and after a while, they gathered into a mighty and huge team.

When this large group of people walked all the way to the entrance of the palace, almost everyone in the imperial city knew that Mu Sheng colluded with Da Qin in private, but killed Bi Ying who knew about it, and the new champion Song Zixiang, in order to seek justice , voluntarily died for the country.What a festival this is!How tragic is this calamity caused by admiration!

All of a sudden, more and more people were infected by the atmosphere of demanding to punish the murderer. Countless people gathered at the gate of the palace, demanding that the monarch catch the murderer and give an explanation to the dead Zuo Chancellor Bi Ying and Song Zixiang.

Seeing that the fire was getting hotter and hotter, the monarch had to send a large group of black armored troops to maintain order at the gate of the palace.

At the same time, he also sent the right prime minister and a group of civil servants to persuade the leading scholars to go back first. After the results of this matter are found out, they will definitely make it public.

However, the leading group of scholars had made up their minds. They sat cross-legged in front of the palace one by one, and they would not retreat until the murderer was caught.

The monarch had no choice but to send someone to Tianxia Wushuang faction to verify the matter.

But this approach, in the eyes of the common people, deepened their inner suspicion.

You still want to investigate this kind of thing that anyone with a discerning eye can see?At the gate of Zuo Xiangfu, instead of investigating the two corpses whose bones are not yet cold, you are going to ask the murderer instead?Your Majesty, your bowl of water is too unfair, right?
They became more and more convinced that Mu Sheng must have a ghost, she was the murderer who killed the prime minister, but the king couldn't easily catch her because of her status!

Sometimes, people are like this. Once a certain concept is preconceived in their minds, they will not be able to listen to what other people say.

A man only believes what he wants to believe.

The special envoy who sent the letter returned soon. According to him, Mu Lian's answer was only three words, "It's not me."

After these three fluffy words came out of the palace, it aroused the indignation in the hearts of the people even more.

Especially when the servant stood in front of everyone and said, "Mu Sheng said, she is not a murderer. Everyone go back."

What?People are dead, so you say you didn't kill them?What about the evidence?So many pairs of eyes saw that you killed someone, how dare you deny it?Are you still a saint? !It's simply despicable and shameless!
Occasionally, someone remembered Mu Lian's usual behavior, and said, "Perhaps, Mu Sheng is really not the murderer..."

Immediately, he was scolded bloody by other people.

"You actually speak for a murderer? Tell me, did you take advantage of the Wushuang faction?"

"That's right, do you have a crooked heart? How do you help the bad guys speak?"

"I didn't...", the man retorted immediately.

However, this time it was someone else's fist that ushered in.

Outside the palace, at the front is a group of scholars sitting quietly.Behind is a group of noisy people, who came to watch the bustle and excitement of the imperial city people.

Soon, the monarch issued another order to the Black Armored Army, asking them to use violence to drive away the people outside the palace, and those who dared to take the lead in making troubles would be directly arrested in prison.

This can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest. The army and the people instantly mingled together. Countless people cried and shouted, and some even shouted in a high-pitched voice, "The Black Armored Army killed, the Black Armored Army killed!"

The soldier of the Black Armored Army who was called "Killer" looked depressed. He didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, so why did he kill him?I said that you ordinary people are really full of nothing to do, and you just talk nonsense when you open your mouth.

It didn't take long for the crowd gathered outside the palace to be caught and escaped.After all the arrested people were taken away, tranquility was restored outside the palace.

On a tall building where the gate of the palace can be seen, a young son leaned on a railing and looked in the direction of the palace. After seeing the black armored army capture the troublemaker, a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

"It's time to prepare for the second step."

　The author looked eagerly at the few recommendation tickets held in the hands of readers, and asked carefully:
　　Excuse me, do you have a ticket for me?
　　Answer: No, no, now the sale of masks is restricted, and the travel of people is restricted. Where can I get your ticket?Besides, everyone is in a bad mood now, and you write these depressing words again, who will read it?

　　The author gave a weak "oh", looked at the tickets in the hands of the readers with reluctance, and finally walked away step by step.

　　


(End of this chapter)