king of the dead

The person sitting on it was none other than Emperor Lingyun -- Dou Tinggui.

What kind of person was the former Great Ling Prince Dou Tinggui, with his dragon and phoenix appearance, he was astonished as a heavenly man.

But now...

There were a total of 39 former Daling ministers standing below, all fell to the ground and shouted: "My emperor!"

Some were crying, and some were choking. The sound of 39 heads knocking heavily on the ground is the sound of mourning for a subjugated country.

The person sitting on the chariot stood firm, and even the expression on his face did not move at all, like a person who had lost his soul and anger.

His plain clothes draped over his body looked like a wooden sculpture wrapped in a white cloth, full of scratches from carving knives, his cheeks were thin and exposed, and his eyes were calm, as if they had turned into eight. The two pools of stagnant water that even the scorching sun of the moon can't shine through.

Shang Ying walked to Dou Tinggui's chariot and stood still, put his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly, saying, "Is His Majesty Daling well?"

Dou Tinggui just sat quietly, not answering, as if ignoring it.

Shang Ying didn't care, smiled slightly, straightened up and turned to face the officials below, and continued to say, "When I was young, I traveled alone and saw the Daling Mountains and Rivers. I admired them very much and always looked forward to In the future, I will have the opportunity to live in this prosperous and happy place for a long time. I have millet to eat, beautiful clothes to wear, brushes and books to relax my mind, and wealth and wine to relieve my worries. Wouldn’t it be great!"

He paused at this point, suddenly looked regretful, and sighed: "It's a pity, what is hidden under the many beautiful appearances in this world? Your Daling is like a big tree, the trunk of which has long been covered by insects. Ant-eaten space, the luxuriant foliage on the surface is nothing but false prosperity. Think of me, the Fengxin tribe, who lived outside the Great Wall for a long time, ate strong winds, drank frost and dew, robbed wild beasts, and survived the violence. Could it be that our people deserve to be compared to you Are the people of Daling more contemptible? Since your Emperor Daling is incompetent for such a beautiful Jinxiu River and Mountain, I don’t mind doing it for you.”

Speaking of this, Shang Ying suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist, took the sword out of its sheath, returned his hand with a "Keng", and the tip of the sword sank directly into a column under the jade steps in front of the throne.

"Rude barbarian!" Someone in the crowd snorted coldly.

Shang Ying's face remained unchanged, as if she had never heard of it.

He stepped down the jade steps and pulled out the dagger in his hand again, and said lightly: "At this moment, you monarchs and ministers are of one heart and one mind. It's okay. The warriors of my Fengxin tribe have always been good at fighting. As long as we have weapons in our hands, we can defend all directions. I only know how to fight but don’t surrender. From then on, this beautiful river and mountain will be guarded by my wind and letter warriors. And everyone, just put down your grudges, stand firmly on this court, and perform the duties of assisting the government. As for Emperor Ling, he has worked hard for a long time Well, I can't bear it, and I would like to be the acting emperor, so I can naturally share my worries and relieve my labors and dare not be negligent!"

After saying that, he waved his hands to the left and right: "Take Emperor Ling to rest."

A high-sounding statement makes people sigh how thick-skinned he is, and how shameless he is to speak nonsense with his eyes open!

After coming down from the court, Shang Ying personally arranged military affairs with his subordinates and cronies, and immediately walked outside the Jiagui Palace where Dou Tinggui was housed, without touching the ground.

"Has the old emperor inside made any changes recently?"

The waiter at the door replied: "Return to Your Majesty, everything is as usual, there is nothing wrong. All sharp objects are taken away, and there is not even a porcelain cup inside. It's just..."

Shang Ying: "Say!"

The servant replied: "The old emperor hasn't had water or rice for two days. No matter how much he persuades him, no one is allowed to wait on him. He just sits by the window without saying a word."

Shang Ying's complexion was gloomy, she stood at the door for a while, and finally walked in.

The Jiagui Palace is not quite the same as it was in the first few days. The leaves of the osmanthus trees in the courtyard have all fallen and are bare, like a layer of green frost, which makes the courtyard even more depressed.

In broad daylight, the hall doors are closed, only the middle one is open, as if waiting for someone to come.

Shang Ying stood outside the palace gate and thought for a moment, then walked in.

Dou Tinggui was still the same as last time, with his back to him, sitting there stiffly, like a sculpture of rotten wood.

A little light came through the gaps in the exquisitely carved window ribs, and there were tiny dust particles floating in the light.On the table under the window was a red-lacquered wooden tray, on which was a delicious meal, which was delivered half a quarter of an hour ago, and it was not too cold.

Shang Ying stood behind him and asked, "Is Emperor Ling going to die for the country on a hunger strike?"

Dou Tinggui didn't speak a word, if it wasn't for the slightly mocking arc of his mouth, he would have died.

Shang Ying said: "If I were you, I would live to see what this country will become in the end. After all, this was once your Dou family's world."

Dou Tinggui remained silent, this time he didn't even offer a mocking smile.

Shang Ying frowned, condescendingly pushed the tray in front of him, and said coldly: "If you want to die, I should give you death. How dare the prisoner choose his own way of death."

Seeing that he still didn't say a word, it seemed that he was determined to go on a hunger strike to death.

Shang Ying was a little annoyed, and took a spoonful of white porridge with his own hands, while his other hand passed around the back of his neck, pinching Dou Tinggui's chin with his wide and thick callused palm, breaking it open forcefully, and poured the white porridge down go in.

Shang Ying: "I don't allow you to die, you have to live for me, you have to live for me even if you live like a dog!"

Dou Tinggui seemed to come alive in an instant, turned his head away, and coughed violently.