My system is three thousand years ahead of schedule

King Nanming looked silently at the unrivaledly handsome and elegant prince Zhenguo not far away.

The calm face twitched slightly, and the jade beads in his hands slowly turned.

Then, King Nanming looked at Princess Nanming, who had a beautiful face, but looked and behaved as charmingly as an oiran. Her noble aura blended well with the charm of her face.

Very beautiful.

But King Nanming just felt that he didn't appreciate it enough.

He moved his lips a few times, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

Silently, he turned sideways and took a few steps back.

Pull out the dagger that Princess Nanming stabbed into his waist.

After all, he did not dare to do anything to Princess Nanming, the eccentric Demon Emperor's clone.

At best, he can only be a master of desktop cleaning in an incompetent rage.

King Nanming took a deep breath. After all, he still couldn't believe that the Demon Emperor's clone would abandon him. They were standing together, and the Demon Emperor would not be like this.

But the current situation before him, as well as the weird temperament of the Demon King's clone, forced King Nanming to take another look at the strange situation in front of him.

The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty and Cheng Zhihai, who were scanning the sky, turned their attention back to the prince Zhenguo.

Seeing the bright smile of the Duke of Zhenguo, King Nanming only felt upset.

Reminiscent of the fact that the previous incident of demon clan smuggling into the port was exposed, it was the prince Zhenguo who was in front of him. Could this scene at the royal ceremony also be the work of the prince Zhenguo?

King Nanming couldn't help but think, but he didn't understand how the prince of Zhenguo found out about his plan.

Did King Nanming tell him?

It shouldn't be.

If it was Princess Nanming who told him this time, that would be fine.

But the last time, when the Prince of Zhenguo discovered that the demon clan was smuggling into the port, Princess Nanming had not come into contact with the Prince of Zhenguo, at least not under his sight, not in person.

Thinking about the previous martial arts competition between the Great Zhou and the Great Wei, the same was true, and it was disrupted by the Prince of Zhenguo.

He himself did not hesitate to expose Qiu Zhizhen, the dean of the Great Zhou Martial Academy who had been hidden for many years and whose cultivation had reached the ninth level. His purpose was to kill the students in the martial arts competition, disrupt the relationship between Great Wei and Great Zhou, and make the two countries turn against each other. , it would be best if a war broke out.

But the result?

Qiuzhizhu died tragically.

His plan was miserably aborted.

Recall that Bai Shuxuan's previous attempt to seduce Cheng Guang failed, and the assassination operation was not only unsuccessful, but also resulted in the loss of many subordinates, including even a strong man who had reached the eighth-level king realm.

It can be said to be a blood loss.

King Nanming didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably that every move he made seemed to be noticed in advance by the Duke of Zhenguo. Every step he took made his plan miscarry.

King Nanming slowly turned the jade beads in his hand, looked at the prince Zhenguo not far away, patiently controlled his emotions, and asked:

"Did you direct this scene today?"

Cheng Guang spread his hands, "It's not me, but does it matter?"

King Nanming laughed, "It's really not important."

At this moment, Emperor Zhou and Cheng Zhihai, who were standing in the air, slowly walked down from the sky and landed not far from King Nanming.

The Shenyue Mountain, which was originally slightly turbulent, fell silent the moment Emperor Zhou appeared, and the turmoil subsided instantly.

Some rebellious officials were still struggling at first, but when they saw the appearance of the Emperor of Zhou, their faces turned pale and gave up resistance.

If the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is here, there will be no chaos in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Even if he misses the prince, it is impossible to cause any more trouble in this situation.

At the same time, except for the Minister of Rites, the Prime Minister of the imperial court, who had just closed his eyes to rest, the other five ministers did not pretend to be dead at this time.

They were thankful in their hearts that they were not hot-headed and had just supported King Nanming to ascend the throne. If not, they really don’t know what the end would be like.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"Your Majesty, the demon emperor suddenly attacked, but we didn't react."

"Fortunately, Your Majesty is fine now. If not, I will fight the Demon Emperor until death."

"Now that the White Tiger Demon Emperor has died tragically, it is really satisfying. If he dares to attack His Majesty, this is the fate he deserves!"

The courtiers gathered around him one after another, bowed respectfully, and expressed their loyalty to the Emperor of Zhou.

The cold and majestic face of the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty did not change at all after listening to the words of the courtiers. He only glanced at the appearance of the court officials, and then set his sights on the rebel officials.

The leader among them is Wen Shouren, the Minister of Rites. He has extremely high cultivation. Before this, even the Golden Lantern and Golden Lantern arresters could not do anything to him.

The moment Emperor Zhou appeared, Wen Shouren, the Minister of Rites, knelt down happily on the ground, pulling his son Wen Qinghe, who was still a little confused, to kneel down with him.

Wen Qinghe now only feels as if he is dreaming. First, he said that Emperor Zhou was dead, and his father decisively surrendered to King Nanming, supported King Nanming to ascend the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and gained the Conglong Gong, and now His Majesty is alive again.

He couldn't figure out for a while what the situation in front of him was.

He just lay flat like a salted fish.

How dare you resist at all.

When Wen Shouren, the Minister of Rites, noticed the Emperor Zhou's eyes falling on him, tears flowed down his wrinkled old face, his lips trembled, and he cried out.

"Your Majesty, I am really happy to see that Your Majesty is fine."

The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty said noncommittally when he heard this: "Happy?"

"Not disappointed?"

Wen Shouren wailed quickly: "How dare you, my minister? Everything just happened was forced by the situation. When I saw the demon emperor suddenly attacking Your Majesty, my heart was broken immediately. Your Majesty, you don't know..."

Wen Shouren wanted to cry immediately, but Emperor Zhou had no intention of listening to his nonsense anymore. He just frowned slightly and looked sideways at Cheng Zhihai.

"Is he related to missing the prince?"

Cheng Zhihai nodded slightly when he heard what Emperor Zhou said.

The Emperor Zhou nodded indifferently, looked at the traitorous officials who were kneeling down, many of whom were familiar faces, was silent for a while, and said:

"Then behead them all. Behead them all."

After Emperor Zhou finished speaking, a group of traitorous officials kneeling on the ground were frightened to the point of freezing.

They did not expect that the Emperor of Zhou would be so ruthless as to kill all of them. These officials accounted for a large part of the power of the imperial court, and many nobles from aristocratic families were involved behind them.

Many officials were trembling and wanted to beg for mercy, but the police officer holding the lamp on the side did not give them a chance to beg for mercy.

If not for the sudden appearance of Emperor Zhou, they would have become fresh corpses by lying on the ground.

He immediately swung his sword and dropped it, and a large piece of his head fell to the ground.

The blood stains the dust, and the cold is like a blade.