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

The first thing that Minister Huang discovered was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye: the long nails scattered on the ground.

All the nails that secured the coffin lid had been removed, but the lid was still tightly fitted with no signs of having been opened.

As an official from the Ministry of Rites, Huang Shilang quickly recognized the coffin.

When the late emperor was buried, he checked every detail repeatedly, so... the late emperor is lying in here!

No, no, it should be said that it was the previous emperor, the Taizu of Daqian!

Wei Chenfeng was kneeling at first, but he stood up and turned to everyone: "I called you all here today to announce two things."

"First, the current emperor was deceived by an unscrupulous alchemist for many years and swallowed countless pills. A large amount of poison accumulated in his body, which exploded one day. He could not be cured for a long time and passed away today."

The ministers remained silent.

When Zhan Ying was alive, he often did not attend court properly and stood them up. Government orders were often decided by the cabinet, and the Nine Thousand Years Old Emperor would stamp his seal before sending them back.

Now everyone is dead.

As for the cause of Zhan Ying's death, of course...

You have the final say and you are always right.

Seeing that they didn't respond, Wei Chenfeng continued.

"There is one more thing. After much thought, I think the person in the coffin should tell you personally."

It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

The candlelight was dim, the coffin lay there silently, and a cold and eerie atmosphere lingered around everyone, as if a snake was crawling over every inch of their skin exposed to the air.

At this time, Du Manzhi, who was playing with the little golden dragon, became the spiritual pillar of the ministers.

When people are most frightened and helpless, as long as they look back at her, they will suddenly feel that they are immune to all evil!

This is a form of spiritual self-deception.

When Wei Chenfeng said "I'll tell you in person", the reality was too absurd and shattered their fake peace.

Minister Huang stood in the first row, unable to hide his cold sweat.

He couldn't figure it out.

How can a dead person speak?

Rather than the dead talking, Minister Huang was more afraid that the secret in the coffin would be revealed!

There weren't many people who knew about that incident, and he was one of them...If it weren't for the fact that he was good at pretending to be stupid, his reincarnation would have gone to the capital to take the imperial examination by now.

After the initial shock, a buzzing sound filled the hall. Everyone's gazes and discussions would not shake Wei Chenfeng. He pushed open the coffin lid with one palm!

dusty.

Everyone stepped back in fear, either stepping on their colleagues' feet or tripping over someone else's clothes.

First one or two people fell down, and then the others fell to the ground as well. The scene was chaotic and funny.

"I haven't seen you for several years. My trusted ministers have all turned into a bunch of useless people... good-for-nothings."

The faint voice echoed in the hall.

Even the courageous Minister Huang was frightened silly. He felt a chill on his back and crawled to the side of Old Tutor Yan with tears in his eyes.

All the civil and military officials in the court are here. If he had to say who makes him feel most secure, it is not the burly military general who is opening up new frontiers, but this upright veteran who has served in three dynasties.

Brother Yan, please save my life!

Old Master Yan stared at the coffin in a daze. No monsters or ghosts crawled out of it. He was surprised because the voice sounded too familiar.

The old tutor taught the last emperor of the previous dynasty and assisted two emperors of Daqian. Among them, the founding emperor of Daqian had the longest contact with him.

His, or rather "her", that androgynous voice was engraved in the mind of Old Master Yan and will never be forgotten.

It's "she" who is back.

Old Master Yan cast a complicated look at Du Manzhi, as if she wanted to question her: Did you summon her spirit? How dare you!

Du Manzhi blinked innocently.

When the little golden dragon heard the voice, he became even more excited and tried his best to squeeze into the crack of the coffin.

Du Manzhi was caught off guard and was pulled over by them.

Wei Chenfeng's attention was mostly on her, and he quickly held her arm: "Be careful."

There were people in the court who had long suspected that there was something fishy going on between the two of them. Now that actual physical contact was before their eyes, they were in no mood to watch. They just stared blankly at the cloud of green smoke that was slowly rising into the sky.

Green smoke floated out of the coffin and condensed into a vague figure above.

The shadow wore a crown and held a sword in front of him with both hands. His head was lowered, and his eyes of unknown shape were glowing slightly as he looked ahead majestically.

Many people realized that the posture of holding the sword was exactly the same as the statue in the imperial tomb!

A crack appeared on Qingyan's head where his mouth was, and an androgynous voice sounded again.

"My dear ministers, why don't you dare to speak?"

"..."

Old Master Yan, who had served three emperors and had excellent psychological qualities, was the first to bow and kowtow: "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty. Long live the emperor. Long, long live the emperor."

This was something Minister Huang had not expected.

He thought that Brother Yan was upright and honest, and that he could scare away evil spirits with his righteous spirit.

I didn't expect that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would be the first to defect to the enemy!

Huang Shilang rolled to the side, then got up and bowed in a standard manner: "Long live the emperor!"

With these two taking the lead, the others trembled in fear and knelt on the ground.

Qingyan's anger seemed to have eased a little, and he hummed, "It's still a bit of a look."

Du Manzhi quietly loosened his hold on the dragon energy.

As soon as Qingyan raised her hand, the little golden dragon immediately hugged her affectionately as if he had seen a relative.

Dragon energy was injected into the soul, and strands of golden threads gradually mixed into the green smoke, making the outline clearer and clearer.

Du Manzhi could see that the late emperor's soul had been tortured for too long by the vicious means on the coffin and was extremely weak.

At this time, the dragon energy helped to heal the wounds. Du Manzhi then took out the spiritual liquid from the Soul Transferring Pond and poured it on the bones in the coffin.

Under the catalysis of the dual assistance, the soul of the late emperor returned to its original appearance before his death.

The crown tassels swayed, the dragon robe was on his body, and the familiar face was majestic without being angry...

Many older officials looked as if they had seen a ghost and were almost frightened to death.

The empress teased the little golden dragon and said with emotion: "Even the dragon spirit can recognize the old master, but you old and loyal ministers cannot recognize me at first sight."

There were sporadic voices of apology from below.

The empress exchanged glances with Wei Chenfeng who had retreated to the side, and continued, "I am sleeping in the coffin, and I should have been reincarnated, but I am unwilling to accept it and it is difficult to express my grievances. I hope you can help me relieve my worries."

Old Master Yan bowed again: "Your Majesty, please speak frankly."

The empress then talked about the past, about how she discovered that she was ill, how she agreed on the surgical plan with the female doctor, and how she was killed by an intruder in the operating room.

Everyone was listening intently when suddenly a flash of lightning appeared outside the window.

There was a shouting noise from a palace maid nearby, saying there was a fire.

The young eunuch ran to the doorstep to report that lightning had struck the Yangxin Palace and a fire had started in a side hall, which could not be put out even with rain. Should His Majesty's body be transported somewhere else first?

Du Manzhi was slightly startled and looked at Wei Chenfeng for questioning. He shook his head, meaning that this had nothing to do with him.

It was really a coincidence that lightning struck the place where Zhan Ying's body was placed?

The green shadow above the coffin smiled coldly: "I am right here, where is the other Majesty?"

"My lords, you cannot distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and you actually put a bastard who killed his own parents on the throne. What crime should you be punished for?"