Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

It is not difficult to invite the ministers here.

They entered the palace just to see Zhan Ying off for the last time.

But what is more important than that is to determine in whom the power will fall.

During the time when Zhan Ying was ill, only a few people were able to enter the palace to pay him a visit. Among them, the highest-ranking official was the chief minister of the cabinet, Song Kaiji. However, after Zhan Ying seemed to be getting better, Song Kaiji claimed to be ill and stayed away from the palace in order to avoid disputes.

Now everyone gathered together and tacitly surrounded Song Kaiji in the middle.

A fat and big-eared official from the Ministry of Personnel wanted to ask some questions, but his brother pulled him back and said, "Don't go."

"Huh? Brother, that's Lord Song, don't you recognize him?" The fat man let out a long burp.

"Fool, take a closer look at him."

Song Kaiji attached great importance to etiquette, but today he wore his official uniform askew and looked absent-minded - he, like everyone else present, had no idea who would win the prize.

But he was in a more dangerous situation than these people, because he was favored by Zhan Ying and was incompatible with the Nine Thousand Years Old Chang Qi. If the Nine Thousand Years Old gained power after today, Song Kaiji would definitely die without a burial place!

In the dim light, everyone saw Song Kaiji's miserable condition and tacitly kept their distance from him.

Come to think of it, if Song Kaiji really had the ability, he shouldn't have stood in the cold wind with them waiting foolishly.

Zhan Ying had four sons and two daughters.

The deposed prince was fed a poisonous insect by Zhan Ying. After finally getting the insect, he accidentally harmed himself.

The princess lost her heart and was frightened, so she took a risky move and stole the secret guard's token from the former residence of the Empress Yuan. In order to hide the token, she was killed by the blood nematodes in the token.

Others don't know about this because there is a spy from the Western Factory disguised as a princess, who is under house arrest in the palace instead of Zhan Shuhua.

Only three princes and one princess fell into the sight of all the ministers.

In the presence of princes, they naturally thought that the new emperor would be among the third prince, the fourth prince, and the fifth prince.

If we exclude the disabled Fourth Prince, there are only two possibilities.

If nothing unexpected happens, the third or fifth prince will ascend the throne.

Unless, the nightmare hanging over their heads takes action!

In the dark night, the sound of drizzle falls.

After waiting for a long time and still not seeing the Nine Thousand Year Old Man appear, they couldn't help but exchange surprise and barely perceptible excitement in their eyes.

Could it be that the late emperor had foresight and found a way to solve the problem of Jiu Qian Sui before his death?

The ministers who were on good terms with the imperial concubine's mother's family exchanged glances and gradually straightened their backs. These guys from aristocratic families were all arrogant and never thought they would lose to the fifth prince.

The fifth prince's mother's family is not prominent enough. Behind the false persona of being as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, there are several families who claim to be pure and clean who are planning for them. Compared with the imperial concubine's faction, these people are a little uneasy.

No one expected that Zhan Ying would leave so suddenly, which caught everyone off guard.

The eunuchs carried palace lanterns and led them through the darkness.

"This is not the way to the Yangxin Palace!"

The eunuch slowly turned his head and recognized the man who was screaming: "Master Chen, don't panic. The thousand-year-old is waiting for you in front."

As soon as these words were spoken, the ministers fell silent.

Old Master Yan followed the crowd silently, when suddenly his elbow was pushed.

He was an official of the Ministry of Rites and a close friend of the old Grand Tutor. He was demoted to the position of Vice Minister because of his excessive drinking. His surname was Huang.

Huang Shilang asked in a low voice: "Brother, have you heard any rumors?"

Old Master Yan shook his head slightly and gestured to keep quiet.

His penetrating eyes swept through the darkness and he felt that someone was there watching them.

The old master whispered a name: "Ouyang Tao."

Admiral of the Nine Gates, Ouyang Tao!

"What, he went to your house?!" Minister Huang asked.

The old tutor stroked his sleeves, moved his fingertips toward the eunuch holding the lantern in front of him, and said nothing.

Minister Huang saw his little tricks and was terrified: Oh my God... Ouyang Tao has also become his minion!

Inside and outside the palace, the whole world belongs to the Nine Thousand Year Old Man.

So why are they gathering here? Are they just to listen to that guy's arrangements?

Huang Shilang thought sadly that after today, Daqian might have another legitimate regent, but he didn't know whether it would be a blessing or a curse...

Old Master Yan lowered his voice as he recalled the Admiral Ouyang he met tonight.

"Lord Ouyang was deeply in love with his late wife and has not remarried for many years. The only person who can influence him should be his beloved daughter. If the little girl is lost, I think she will be safer in the hands of the Western Factory than anywhere else."

I didn't expect him to give such a high evaluation. When Minister Huang heard it, his eyes widened: "Brother, you... you really have been bewitched by him!"

As the subject of discussion, Wei Chenfeng was still talking to the soul in the coffin, talking about the Wei family, military defense, and the development of people's livelihood in recent years.

There is too much to say, and I can’t finish it in a short time.

But this road will always come to an end.

The eunuch's lantern joined another source of light.

It was a person in white clothes with a faint golden glow, black hair like a waterfall, slightly curved lips, and clear eyes as clear as water looking at them calmly. She fiddled with the golden dragon head at her hand and said, "Here it comes."

Everyone took a breath.

I saw clouds and mist swirling around her, golden dragons flying around, and the light of candles and golden glow interweaving in brightness and darkness, making her look like a fairy in the clouds.

Finally, Old Master Yan stepped forward and asked, "Master Du, what is that thing beside you?"

Du Manzhi blinked: "Dragon Qi, the Emperor of Daqian is dead, and these dragon energies are looking for their masters."

There was another simultaneous intake of breath.

The experienced Master Yan was silent for a moment, his gentle eyes suddenly became sharp: "Why is the dragon energy entangled with you? Master Du wants to say that they have recognized you as their master?"

Du Manzhi smiled and shook her head, pulling back the little golden dragon that was trying desperately to get into the main hall: "Master, you are being overly suspicious. Look carefully, they look very dissatisfied."

"That……"

"The dragon energy has an owner, and the owner it chose is very familiar with the master." Du Manzhi motioned for them to follow, "Come in with me, someone is waiting anxiously inside."

At this point, neither the Imperial Concubine Faction nor the Shufei Faction could tell what would happen next.

There is only one thing that is certain, whoever the Nine Thousand Year Old Man decides to support will be the new emperor!

With the road ahead uncertain, everyone moved forward anxiously, leaving behind dejected and distorted shadows on the wall.

It was a dark night, and the deserted hall was like a mouth of an abyss that swallowed up lives, making their scalps numb!

Suddenly someone kicked something, and the harsh sound caused a cry of surprise.

Minister Huang was closest to the man who had caused the trouble. He raised his lantern and shone it upwards, and what he kicked away was a long nail covered in rust.

His eyesight was not very good, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the "rust" looked like dried blood...

The floor of the palace had to be kept clean at all times, so how could there be nails there?

A few steps forward, a huge coffin appeared before everyone!

"Mom!"

The officers in the first row were timid and fell to the ground with screams.

Wei Chenfeng, who had his back to them, raised his eyebrows. These useless people dared to speak so arrogantly.

"Drag it out."

The official who kicked the coffin nails and shouted "Mom" was dragged away, revealing Minister Huang behind him. He secretly cursed, wondering why he ended up standing in the front. This was not a good position.

But he was naturally curious, and from this position, as long as he stood on tiptoe and stretched his head to look, he might be able to catch a glimpse of what was in the coffin... Minister Huang lowered his official hat and slowly raised his feet under his robe.