Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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As soon as these words came out, Cheng Wang finally died.

He smiled bitterly: "You, you know everything?"

He looked around at the trembling officials, and at the arrow tips in the distance, his Adam's apple rolled: "I lost."

What he didn't understand until now, the news that was sent to his ears was false from the beginning.

His good brother lures the snake out of the hole by relying on false news, and wants to eliminate him, the last hidden danger.

"Catch me without a fight, I can still give you a chance to meet the emperor." Looking at the trembling Beijing officials around, Xie Zhuo felt some pity in his heart.

If King Cheng is killed here, it will inevitably leave a shadow in the hearts of his good courtiers, and maybe even the timid will be scared to death.

How can that work?These people are sick, who will work for him.

"Ridiculous!" Cheng Wang said as if he had heard some joke: "Are you worthy of letting this king be captured without a fight?"

The prince who lived in the favor of the emperor for the first half of his life finally showed his arrogance at the last moment: "This king is the heir appointed by my father, and you are just a dove occupying a magpie's nest."

"Even if this king dies, he will not surrender to you."

These impassioned words made everyone feel pity in their hearts.

They thought of the high-spirited little prince in the capital, and looked at this person who was like a bereaved dog, and felt extremely sorry.

After all, he is still the eldest prince...

"I have always admired your character of being willing to bend and never bend." Before they could feel more pity in their hearts, they heard the prince who drove his father off the dragon chair say coldly: "Shoot the arrow!"

The arrow pierced the air with a sharp sound, and countless blood flowers bloomed from his chest.

The fifth prince, who was still impassioned just now, fell off his horse and lay on the bluestone floor without a sound.

Beside him, the war horse was restlessly walking in place, wanting to touch its master.

When he came, he was in high spirits, but thinking about it now, it was kind of funny.

A person who puts rebellion under the eyes of the emperor all the time, what qualifications does he have to rebel?

Everyone looked at the blood, and the fear in their hearts was even greater.

They seem to have seen their own future fate. If one day they also have a different heart, will those arrows just stick in their backs like this?

Xie Zhuo looked around at the pale-faced people, feeling a little helpless in his heart, such behavior was somewhat disgraceful after all.

"Come here, clean this up, don't miss the auspicious time for the father's funeral."

Xie Zhuo stroked the armor on his body, feeling extremely bored.

He thought that his good brother could do something unexpected, but who knew that he only had the superficial abilities.

What a disappointment.

The silent soldiers brought buckets of water to wash away the blood on the bluestone floor.

If it weren't for the faint smell of blood in the air, everyone would not even be able to imagine that a coup had just taken place here.

It was a ridiculous and sad coup. In front of the emperor who held absolute military power, any struggle was futile.

It's just that I don't know what the Supreme Emperor will think when he sees this scene in the spirit of the sky. He just left his favorite young son and followed in his footsteps.

When Xie Zhuo returned to Xiaoxiang Palace wearing his armor, he met Xuan Yan who was still correcting memorials as usual.

He rested his head on Xuanyan's shoulder, and the cold armor spread to Xuanyan's skin through the thin material.