Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

Wuchen looked at the ministers behind Zhou Xuanyin. These ministers had tied up their families and brought them here.

I want to expose that man's crime to the world.

It seems that the sixth prince entered the palace with them in disguise, but I didn't believe that with his character, he would fall into the trap himself.

But no matter what he does, it doesn't matter to him. He has the most important thing now.

He turned around and stabbed the Emperor Zhou Ming's chest with the sword fiercely, but deliberately avoided the heart by torturing him, "This sword is for the Emperor's grandfather. You killed your father-in-law by poisoning your father, which is unfilial."

Zhou Xuanyin's eyes were shocked. She had thought about his identity, but now her guess turned out to be true. And my father, he killed his father?

The third prince was so frightened that he peed his pants and huddled in the corner.

"With this sword, for the sake of my father, you are unfaithful and unjust by killing your brother and king, even if you are quartered by five horses, it will not be an exaggeration."

"This sword is for the common people. When you seek the throne, you raise taxes, and when you recruit soldiers, you deduct food and salary. Are you worthy of being named Emperor Ming?"

"This sword is my mother's concubine. I can't wait to tear your flesh and blood to pieces. If I don't kill you with my own hands, how can I be worthy of them?" Wuchen struck one sword after another, his movements were crazy, and he thrust out more than a dozen swords, but deliberately avoided them all. The key point is to make him suffer more, as if he is venting the emotions that have been accumulated for many years.

Zhou Minghuang vomited blood in large mouths and collapsed to the ground weakly. The blood holes in his chest were spurting out with blood. He did not expect that someone would come to collect the debt he had committed many years ago. He was also a human being and once saw his father in a dream in the middle of the night. Huang looked at himself with hatred on his face.

"I, I didn't do anything wrong." Zhou Minghuang said with difficulty, his words slurred and mixed with blood.

Even if I had to do it over again, I would still choose this way. The throne should be yours.

The expressions of the courtiers outside the house varied. Some were silent and shocked, some felt sad, and some were frightened. After all, their family was still in the hands of this crazy regicide. I didn't care who became the emperor at all. I only cared about my relatives.

Wuchen's eyes were scarlet, and his gaze was filled with murderous intent as he thrust the tip of his sword towards Zhou Minghuang's neck.

"That's enough!" Zhou Xuanyin stopped him with a cold voice. Soldiers lurking in the palace gathered around him and fought against Wuchen's army.

For a moment, there was the sound of fighting outside the palace. The secret guards disguised as ministers beside Zhou Xuanyin started fighting with the soldiers who were holding them captive. After Zhou Xuanyin dealt with a few people, he asked Ying San to fight against King Dingnan and walked into the palace avoiding the crowd.

Wuchen ignored him at all, staring at Zhou Minghuang with scarlet eyes, and stabbed out his sword again to cut off his head.

The third prince looked at the head with open eyes rolling down at his feet and trembled, "Father."

Zhou Xuanyin narrowed his eyes and frowned.

Wuchen's bloodthirsty eyes turned to look at Zhou Xuanyin. He was really cruel, but he had the potential to become an emperor. He actually used his own hands to get rid of his father and brother.

Zhou Xuanyin glanced at his father, his eyes complicated, and looked up at the person in front of him with cold and unyielding eyes.

Even if his father's position was unfair, he would not be able to repay him. It is normal for the emperor to be a king or a bandit, and to be riddled with bones under the throne.

There was no wave in Wuchen's eyes, but the bright red blood on his face made people look fearful.

Looking at the soldiers fighting outside the house, compassion flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Zhou Xuanyin: "How about a fight? I bet with your life and mine."

"The loser's soldiers are not allowed to seek revenge. They are all taken over by the winner. The winner cannot be embarrassed by what happened today. They are all borne by you and me?"

"Your Highness, you don't have to be like this. Their soldiers are not as many as ours." King Dingnan was fighting Ying San, blocking the long blade stabbed by Ying San.

Looking at the soldiers on Zhou Xuanyin's side who were struggling to fight with his side. Yelled at Wuchen.

Wuchen didn't say anything. He didn't believe that the sixth prince would be so calm since he was defeated. He must have made a plan outside the imperial city.

Indeed, what he expected was right. At this moment, Wei Chixian was leading his soldiers to gather here from the periphery of the palace, and had already eliminated some of the soldiers besieging the imperial city.

It is unknown what Zhou Xuanyin promised him and what deal the two made before Wei Chixian chose to help him.

Zhou Xuanyin's eyes were complicated. In fact, the person in front of him had a high probability of winning. Even if he acted as a back-up, King Ding Nan was right. His people wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Even if Wei Chixian has arrived with his troops and the matter is a foregone conclusion, what's the point.

If the person in front of me is an emperor, he must be a benevolent king who cares for the people and his subordinates. It seems that he really sees the Buddha nature in him. But for an emperor, being too benevolent may not be a good thing.

Zhou Xuanyin frowned silently, "Okay." Even if it was to delay time, it was impossible for him not to agree.

The third prince looked at the two of them with excitement in his eyes. It would be better if they both lost in the fight. Maybe the throne would be his in the end.

But he saw Zhou Xuanyin walking towards him, "Did you inflict the poison on my father?"

The third prince looked at Zhou Xuanyin and then at the ministers outside, and hurriedly denied it: "No, I didn't do it."

"You poisoned my father, and today you led troops to rebel. The evidence is conclusive, so I will deal with you on my father's behalf."

Wuchen sneered sarcastically. If the sixth prince really cared about Emperor Zhou Ming, he would not wait until he stabbed the man several times with no chance of survival before taking action.

This time, he just saw that the third prince had not been killed by his own hands, so he found an excuse to deal with it first, to avenge the third prince's previous assassination of him, and to prevent the third prince from taking advantage of him and secretly disrupting the situation later.

It has to be said that the opponent who knows him best is often his opponent. Zhou Xuanyin narrowed his eyes slightly, he was not a good person in the first place.

Many courtiers outside the house watched the sixth prince killing the third prince, and their eyes were shocked. It turned out that the sixth prince was so cruel, and did so in front of themselves and others, without any fear of being accused of killing his brother.

Zhou Xuanyin stopped looking at Lao San and turned around to start a fight with Wuchen. One had a cold and deep face, while the other's eyes were still scarlet. Their movements were filled with murderous intent...

The blades collided, sparks flew everywhere, and both sides launched their killing moves without leaving any room. Wuchen's long sword hit Zhou Xuanyin's face directly,

Zhou Xuanyin quickly dodged the opponent's fierce attack and ducked to cut off his arm, but was also avoided by Wu Chen. The sharp sword movements of the two came back and forth intensively, and the sounds of weapons clashing occurred one after another.

The soldiers in front of the palace also stopped fighting, and the ministers also looked at the two men with frowns. This duel would not only determine who would die and who would live, but also who would serve as a servant in the future.

Now that the third prince is dead, and the second prince was hit on the spine by those boards, he is already disabled. Whoever wins between these two will be the next emperor.

Zhou Xuanyin and Zhou Xuanyin continued to look for each other's weaknesses, launching fatal blows again and again, but were avoided by the other party. The two seemed to be equally matched in terms of force.

Finally, at a certain moment, the two swords pierced each other's chest at the same time.

Zhou Xuanyin's eyes narrowed and he looked at the sword tip that was half an inch lower than the person opposite him. He admired in his heart that he might have lost.

He tilted his body, trying to get as far out of position as possible.

The sword pierced the heart and penetrated the chest, and the whole place was silent.